Sugar High Who: Kirsten and Phoebe Where: Sugar Shack When: Friday, November 5th
"Yo! Mouse!" Not really caring if she attracted a few stares in the little softball shorts she wore with her Reagan High jersey, Phoebe pranced into the Sugar Shack with a big grin, bat and glove slung over her shoulder. "Gimme a HUGE mocha frapp, ok? Thanks, babe!" She finally parked her little butt at the counter, waiting for her drink to be made.
"Wow, I didn't think it was POSSIBLE for anyone to make an entrance more spectacular than mine," Kirsten said from a nearby table, having gotten an iced-coffee a few minutes earlier. She laughed, though, and leaned back to appraise Phoebe's outfit. She, herself, was dressed in tight jeans, a Rocky Horror t-shirt and a checkered cap.
"Of course, Locke... that's because nobody finds you quite as amusing as you find yourself." She said with a playful snicker. She'd never really hung out with Kirsten, but always found her... kind of strangely amusing.
"Pfft, please. I'm a riot and you know it," Kirsten replied with a smirk. Sigh. Apparently the sugar was kicking in.
"Dude. I swear to GOD, you are such a freakin' nerd. The fact that you're ridiculously hot is like the ONLY reason you don't get shoved in your locker DAILY." Phoebe said with a snort, and face it... she was RIGHT.
"You think I'm hot?" Kirsten blinked, trying to keep her face neutral here... but she couldn't help it. She grinned. "And no, that's not the only reason. A) People don't fuck with the comic relief and B) I hit like a mofo."
"Well duh. I mean, I'm not like HITTING on you or anything but I'd have to be BLIND not to see the hotness. So shush." Feebz grumbled, rolling her eyes. "So don't gimme no lip, or I'll hit my THIRD home run of the day, capiche?"
"Pfft, I'd like to see you try," Kirsten challenged, although it was in teasing jest. She really COULDN'T get that smug smile off of her face right now.
"You're just egging me on now, doofus. Like I haven't seen this before. Like when you 'accidentally' talked Brad Grayson into eating chalk in Ms. O'Briens class. PLEASE." She scoffed, WAY more amused here than she was letting on.
"What? Come on. I'll totally fight you and win." Did she know about Slayers? Noooo. But still, Kirsten had a little extra going for herself that she used to her advantage as often as possible.
"Oh my GOD." Phoebe looked at Kirsten like she had four legs or something. "What is your malfunction, Locke? Why on EARTH would I want to FIGHT you? You are the strangest girl I have EVER met."
Kirsten just laughed, "You're totally not keyed into my awesome sense of humor. It's okay. Seriously. I just get retarded when I get into the sugar."
"Are you and Van Warren related or something? I swear to god, if the two of you ever ended up hanging out the world as we know it would immediately CEASE." She immediately thought of the hilarity that would ensue if she sent Miranda to converse with this one...
"No. Luckily." … because it would be incest if she ever molested her, obviously. Well, that was her thinking, anyway. "ANYWAY," she not-so-subtly segued. "How're you doin', slugger?"
"Good... hit two more homers today... set a brand-spankin'-new Reagan High record..." She said braggingly, buffing her knuckles on her chest with a cocky grin. "Those chicks don't even KNOW how to handle me."
"I'm sure I could handle you just fine," Kirsten blurted out, long before realizing what she said. "… I have no filter. Seriously. I think it and words come out."
"If... If I was into girls at all, babe? I'd probably give ya a chance. BUT ALAS." She snickered, rolling her eyes. "Thanks for the compliment though. I think."
"Yes... compliment." Oh god make her stop. "You're WELCOME. Being raised in a Catholic house, I have to get my flirt out SOMEhow. Just don't take half of what I say seriously. ...Except for the part where you're hot. That's true."
Did... did Phoebe actually BLUSH there? Yeeees, she did. "Wow. Um... thanks? Can't say a girl can hear that enough..." She chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. Awwwwwk-ward.
Kirsten had sense enough to realize that she'd made the other girl slightly uncomfortable, so she tried to tone it down a little. She failed, of course. "I bet you hear it all the time, though."
"You'd... be surprised." Probably because she didn't pretty herself up NEARLY enough, really. She tended to go with the little-makeup, kind-of-tomboyish look, usually.
"Clearly the boys at our school have no taste. And seriously. COME ON. Softball? Why the FUCK are you on the softball team if you're NOT into tacos?" Oh, for fuck's sake...
"Jesus, Locke!" Phoebe snorted and then laughed LOUDLY. "I... I just like to play sports. Trust me... I love boys. Love love love. And allll the wonderful equipment they come packin'."
Oh god, did Phoebe just set something off in Kirsten? I think so. "Oh come ON! The penis looks like leftover elbow scrag that God didn't know what to do with!"
"DUDE!" Phoebe just looked at Kir with sheer horror. "Volume!!! I come here like, ALL THE TIME!"
"And I don't?" She actually pointed to Mouse for confirmation. As if she'd help her here. "Keep a straight face and tell me I'm wrong."
"No no no... I'm just saying I don't want anyone getting the impression I'm some loud-ass wierdo or something!" She was practically FLAILING here, now.
"Well then shut the fuck up," Kirsten said. Again... lacking her brain-to-mouth filter. "Sorry!" She quickly backtracked. "Sorry. I can TRY to tone it down."
"Wow... I'd have NEVER guessed you got a mouth on you like this from school." Feebz barked out with a laugh. Loud? Yes, she knew. But vulgar too? This was kind of hilarious.
"Well, I'd get my ass handed to the principle if I talked like this at school," she pointed out. "And I'm not USUALLY this bad... I think."
"Don't get me wrong, blondie. It's totally adorable." She laughed, rolling her eyes again. She was ACTING annoyed, sure... but face it... if she WAS? She could have left quite a while ago. "You are SUCH a dork, Locke..."
"I know," Kirsten replied, sighing over-dramatically. "It's a curse that I have to bear. At least I'm hot, right?" She grinned.
"You *do* have lips I'd kill a person to have, I'll give you that." She laughed, her way of giving the girl a compliment. Ok, so the blonde was gorgeous. But Feebz had never even THOUGHT about girls before. So give her a fuckin' break here, ok?
"See? Now you're one step closer to admitting your brutal attraction to me," she smirked. "But thank you. I should really learn to take a compliment and leave it at that, eh?"
"Yeah. Because for real... there's a fine line between comical and annoying." She smirked, drawing a line across the girl's toes with her own foot. "And you're like... teeeeeeeeetering on that line, babydoll."
"It's a line that I have to balance every day," Kirsten replied honestly, cocky smirk still in place. Although usually Macha sobered her up enough that she wasn't COMPLETELY annoying.
God... how badly did Phoebe HATE the fact that she was actually feeling a little bit of attraction here? BADLY. Not gay! NOT GAY PHOEBE! DAMMIT! "Right. Um... well, anyway. Just came to get my celebratory frapp. I should probably get going... I'm supposed to be having Naomi tutor me in English Lit. Seriously... Bettingfield's smart as HELL, dude."
"I kinda figured she had more than her looks goin' for her," Kirsten admitted. Hell, if she didn't ACT like a complete idiot herself, people would realize that she was a lot smarter than she let on.
"So... find us at lunch sometime. Yer more than welcome to hang with us, you know." Which really, was Phoebe's subtle way of asking the girl to get together sometime without trying to sound flirty. WHICH SHE WASNT BEING. AT ALL.
Kirsten blinked briefly, her gaydar just a liiittle wonky there. "You know it. You might wanna warn Naomi first. I'm not kidding. Surrounded by hot women? I have no verbal filter. None."
"Warning taken." Phoebe replied with a loud laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. Huh. Still no watcher... but one crazy-ass new friend. Nothing in this girl's life really went as she expected, huh?