Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-10-22 14:13:00 |
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Current location: | Iris and Jeremy's Place |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | iris dickinson-lewis, jeremy lewis, place: la |
Iris Continues to be Weird
Who: Iris and Jeremy
Where: Their Home
When: Oct 14, Early Evening
Iris sat with her feet tucked underneath her, watching television. "Why god WHY would you put a green couch in a room that you decorated with mauve? MAUVE? It makes the whole room look like vomit." Iris watched HGTV liked it was football. She yelled like crazy at it when she thought that someone did something wrong. Iris is a strange girl.
"Iris? What the hell...?" Jeremy had just woken from a nap (shut up, training Catherine was TIRING, ok?) when Iris started yelling. "You sound like me and Pat when we've had too much to drink during a Raiders game." His hair was mussed a bit, and he hadn't even changed out of his jeans and Black Sabbath shirt before laying down.
She shook her head and pointed at the screen. "Well, at least I'm not color blind," she said with a slight pout. "Really, who uses 'mauve' anymore?" Apparently SOMEONE watched too much of this stuff. "You'd think professionals would know better."
"Well clearly, people who use mauve are insane and should be put down, lest they hurt someone. But ya wanna calm it down, champ?" He snickered, trying his DAMNEDEST not to laugh.
She sighed. "Fine," she said, untucking her legs and swinging them down so that she could stand up and hug him. "So, until I started shrieking over mauve and green couches, how was your nap?"
"Not bad... feels like I've been asleep for MONTHS." Ohhh, dig at the mun, hm? Fine, Jeremy... see how long before YOU get played again, hm? "Sorry for zonking out like that... training's just been intense lately."
"Catherine wearing you out even more than normal?" Iris asked. "I figured that you might give the girl a day off since at least ONE major problem was taken care of." You don't hang around these people without hearing about the world coming to an end.
"SHE'S been wanting to train, actually. She's been more... energetic than usual lately." He said, before falling listlessly onto the couch beside her, placing an arm over her shoulders.
She snuggled into him. "A Slayer even more energetic than usual?" she asked. "That's kind of freaky, actually." She wouldn't want to imagine actually training someone like that.
"It is. Maybe it's just all the excitement about the Horsemen and everything. I'm sure she'll calm down soon. At least her anger issues have ebbed a lot..." Hey, be thankful for small miracles, right?
Small miracles, indeed. "Yep," she agreed. "Gotta be thankful for the small stuff." She bent down and picked up a flip flop and flicked it at the TV. "It would be a small miracle if these people understood color schemes!"
"You... DO realize that your show had no hope of actually hitting that irritable black woman, right?" He asked, looking at the scene going on on the TV.
"Hey, for all we know, I have a cursed television that allows me to interact with people on it and possibly even throw a shoe through it," Iris said with a grin. She then laughed. "OK, so not exactly probable, but I must point out the world that we live in where anything is possible."
"It IS kind of craptastic when I can hear you say something like that and NOT immediately think you're being silly..." He laughed, shaking his head. "So do you know who you want in the wedding party yet?"
She giggled again. "Gotta love the world we live in," she said playfully. "As for the wedding party...I'm thinking India, Patience, and Gwen, honestly. Did you have anyone in mind for the groomsmen?"
"Probably Pat, Giles, and... Delilah. Yes. I am lame and mostly friendless." He admitted with a defeated sigh.
She snickered. "Does this mean that we make Delilah wear a suit, or dress her more like a bridesmaid?" she asked him. She was a little short on friends, too, so it wasn't like she could talk.
"Well, we DO still like messing with each other. Meaning I'll probably put her in a sexy-looking suit.... then stick her with Patience. And watch the fun ensue. Hell with it. Let Pat dance with Gwen." Well now. Did even Jeremy have a hilarious mean streak in him?
Pretty much all of them had at least something of a mean joker in them, actually. The thought of all of that just made Iris giggle like mad. "I'm sure Delilah wouldn't even know what to do with Patience," she said, biting her lip. "You two need to start hanging out more again."
"I know. Now that she's 'sort of' seeing Mr. Giles, I think maybe she can hang with me without getting all bitter. I miss her, but I didn't want her hurting either." He said, silently cursing the drama-loving muns who run them.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," Iris pointed out. "Besides, I'm sure she misses hanging out with you as much as you obviously miss hanging out with her." Delilah seemed to be in a much better place mentally, at least.
"Plus, she no longer gives me that look that makes me think she wants to cut my penis off. So bonus there." He said in a hilariously pleasant tone.
"Most definitely bonus, since I think I'd have to drop an anvil on her head if she even tried that," Iris said with a nod. Sadly, Iris would totally do just that, too. It seemed like she probably could telekineticly lift up anything.
"That's because my girl takes care of me." He said with a cocky little grin. So it was an ego trip to have a girl that looked like Iris THAT into him, right?