Rosie May (hellbelle) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-04-21 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | phil mccoy, rosie kincaid |
who Phil McCoy & Rosie Kincaid
what Poor Phil gets a scare by Rosie and ends up dealing with the truth! Womanly issues, manly issues, and then he (and Jack) get accused and then oh god it goes downhill from there.
when Tonight, April 21st
where The Kitchen
PG-13 For Adult Language
For Phil, hiding in the lab meant he was playing a truly epic game of Monopoly with his dad. Once Hank turned in (after winning), that was a good sign to Phil that it was late enough. Late enough for him to venture out. He was really thirsty; they only keep stale coffee and soy milk down there.
Finding a full carton of orange juice was a tiny victory. Just as good if he beat his father at Monopoly. Or finding gold! It's so quiet this time of night, all of Phil's movements were slow and quiet. He took a glass from the cabinet without a single clink. He filled his glass and closed his eyes as he took the first sip. The orange juice completely distracted him from any sneak attacks.
Rosie took a nap earlier and now she was up. Being polite, she escaped her room and her sleeping roommate and took a gander around. Like the last time she was up, she knew the best places were where a tv was, and food. There was sounds coming from the place of food, and a glowing light that meant someone was rustlin' in the goods, pa!
It was Phil! Rosie was sure of it, after she floated around the corner, peeked, and ducked back out. Telekinesis allowed her to be stealthy, like a ninja. Even if it wasn't difficult... when Phil was good and engaged in his drinking, Rosie sprung around the corner with a loud, "BOO!"
Phil clinks the glass against his teeth and utters a "Whoa!" He places the glass on the counter and gently prods his tooth. "Hi, Rosie." She really is like a fox. He should get her a little collar with bell. The thought of that brings Heath's voice into his brain and he quickly shoos it away.
Please don't bring bells into this, Phil. Rosie would wear one! "Hey, Phil," she was grinning, toes and feet on the floor but she keeps bouncing on them, scaring people is fun. "You got a case of the insomnias, too?" The little voices in her mind suggest maybe he was out trolling for her, because people do that, but the bigger voice says don't be silly, Phil isn't a troll.
"Insomnia." He might just be correcting her. "I don't sleep well." Maybe Pete is up somewhere? That might explain it. "That and I lost at Monopoly..." Phil blames his father for using the lucky Thimble piece.
"... Insomnias." His corrections go unnoticed. Rosie is just trying to be cute with it anyway. "Ooooh...kay..." Rosie exhales and rubs the side of her head. "So you... lost Park Avenue and decided to hit up the OJ bar to drown your pain?" She's guessing here, throw her a bone. Any bone. No, not that bone.
"I'm so thirsty. Haven't you ever gotten an orange juice jones?" She is cute, so he loosens up a bit. He picks up the glass and holds it out to her. She can drink after him, can't she? They've done worse.
Rosie shrugged, "Not really. I like lemonade," but it doesn't stop her from taking a sip from his glass. Mmm, orangy. She was watching him as she did so, so he couldn't try and scare her- not that he could, standing right there. But still! "Is there any good food in there?"
"Of course there is." All food is good food. Phil opens up the fridge enough so they can both look inside. "Leftovers? Provolone cheese?"
Rosie peeked, and at the mention of provolone, she was excited. Cheese! And maybe some bread, make a sandwich? It is a thought. She took this chance to lean up against him, inspecting the fridge whilst putting a little more weight on Phil's side. "I like cheese, it makes good filler. Unless it's Swiss... those holes freak me out."
Phil is so easy. He wraps an arm around her waist. "It seems unnatural, doesn't it? But it's just bacteria. Completely natural." Way to ruin the moment, Phil.
Ruined moments or not, Rosie is jazzing off his arm being around her. Swoon. "Thanks... how about... fruit. It's bacteria-free." Please, please say it is.
"That's because they spray it with so many chemicals..." You're no help at all, Philip.
"Great... so, is there anything I can eat that's untainted by chemicals, bacteria, or another foreign scientific body?" If he can't see where she's going with this, then he'll be in for a treat.
"Umm... not around here, I'm afraid." He squints, looking into the fridge's lovely glow.
"Really?" Damn, Phil! Rosie moves to stand in front of him and looks up. "I could think of something I'd eat."
Crap, is she a cannibal? "Then... ok.. what?"
Hell no! "You." Rosie grins and pokes him in the waist.
Phil's eyes wide, "Wha?"
She nods. "Yeah, you heard me." Pause. "Unless... someone else has been eating you."
"Rosie, is this figuratively speaking?" Because what the hell.
"... Heath said you had a smile on your face today, like when he saw you when he found part of my gift to you." She taps his chest a few times, smiling.
Phil blinks. "Ah, figuratively, yes." There's a hint of panic. "I ... look. It was a gift, but it would have been nice either way. I like you. And I .. Jack.. I'm new to this... and I... am usually more articulate." YOU BROKE MCCOY.
Rosie's jaw drops. "You what?" OH MY GOD. She slept with a gay. Oh god, what if he wasn't gay and hated it and now he's gay and oh god, Rosie banged a gay. "You fucked Jack?"
"No! No! Shh." He holds his hands out, they hover dangerously near her mouth. He'll gag you, woman. "Rosie, Jack and I are friends. And there was some tension..." And it was released! "It doesn't change anything.
"And you slept with him!" Rosie is pretty loud. Don't you try and gag her! She'll make it worse. But then she drops it down a notch in to a mad whisper, "You slept with him and think it doesn't change anything? I like you! and you said you liked me!" Rar, goes the red head, rar.
"No, I didn't!" Ha! Got you there! He points both fingers at her, still close to her face. He doesn't mean to, oops. The hands drop to his sides. "I do like you! I like him too." That sounds a little on the sleazy side. "I'm... sorry. I'm a little confused." Obviously?
"Then what did you do?" Oh, it dawns on her. Rosie puts a hand over her mouth, eyes buggy. "Holy shit, Phillip, he blew you. No, he ate your ass. Oh my god, you let Jack toss your salad!" Now it's kind of funny. Except not really. "You like him, and me, but... Phil." Now she's whining, and Rosie has no idea why. Her heart is slightly crushed but the idea of Jack tossing Phil's salad is cracking her up. Oh god.
He's horrified, but she's so adorable. "Rosie, shh." At least she's not going to cry. Crying girls, yuck. "He didn't..." A moment of confusion and Phil covers his face. "I said it doesn't change anything. Depending on ... what did you think that your gift meant? I'm not your boyfriend." Ouch. Yank that bandage off, Phil.
Not just the bandage, but lets wax him head to toe now too. Pain. A lot of carefully administered pain. "Holy cow, Phil! What did you think it meant?" And why, for that matter, was everyone giving Phil gifts of sexual natures? Rosie wasn't going near the 'boyfriend' remark.
"I thought ... I don't know what I thought. That we had sex." Finally, say sex outloud, Philip. "We had sex, and we're friends. You didn't answer the question."
"Yes, we did!" Rosie wished she could be as tall as him. It makes being angry easier. When you're short, it's not as easy. "Because it's mean and if you want to go ahead and sleep with Jack, fine." Rosie pauses, and looks down at their feet. "I guess liking you was silly and I was a silly girl and that's all you think I am."
He sighs. Stay calm. You can handle this. He can handle this, right? "It was mean? It was the truth. And? I'm not his boyfriend either!" Just for the record. This is all Heath's fault, isn't it? "Why are you mad? You're not silly!" UGH! No! He doesn't get this. Phil's not thick. He just doesn't understand all these pesky emotions.
She shrugs. "Oh I think so. I think I was real silly going out, buying that costume, showing up at your door..." Now Rosie's heart was snapping. She could cry soon. But big girls don't cry. "I just- you. You said. But then you." The silly part was gone because now she is more concerned that this may mean. No more friday nights?
"I said what? Rosie, it was fantastic. I mean... really good. I still like you, I want to spend time with you." He knows she's hurt. It's hurting him a bit too, but only because of his powers. "But you've gotta understand..." Well, he doesn't understand it either. "I haven't let myself..." He twirls a hand near his chest, attempting to extract the words? "This is all new to me, I don't let myself have feelings for people. I don't have sex with people. I'm not Heath or something. Jack kissed me once before you and I got together. And I liked it. But I liked kissing you, too. Did I mention I'm confused?"
Rosie is failing to understand what the heck that means. "Yeah, yeah, got it, you're confused," she sniffs loudly. Oh god, here come the tears. "I just don't sleep with people and I got a vibe and then we slept together and then you slept with him!" One tear slides down her cheek. "You liked us both. You played us both!"
"Whoa whoa, I'm not playing anyone!" Oh no oh no tears, oh no. "Don't cry, why are you crying? What's wrong?" No seriously. What's the deal?
"You treated me like I was a ten-cent hooker, Phil!" Maybe she should go sleep with your brother now. Rosie sniffs again then grabs the front of his shirt to wipe her tears with.
HAHA NO. LEAVE PETE OUT OF THIS. He looks down at the shirt Rosie is putting out of commission. "Rosie, I believe it was you who came to my door." Uh, good point there, Phil. "I didn't pay you, either." He fights emotions with logic! Ha! She's touching his shirt, so he gently and awkwardly pats her back. There, there, hooker.
Rosie frowns. "But you let me in. You flirted with me. You said it was OK." She's still kind of crying, few tears and sniffs. Loud sniffs. 'And Ihad no idea you and Jack had a thing."
"It was OK! It is OK!" He grabs her by the shoulders, "It happened, it was good, it was mutual." Get it into yer brain, Rosie. "Look, I don't want to argue anymore. Do you hate me?" First thing's first. "Stop crying, also."
Asking her to stop crying was the wrong thing! Rosie just cries a little louder. But she's actually faking it, notice the dry heaves Phil. "I don't hate you." It's pretty hard to hate him, he's innocent-like. "But I don't... know what to do now."
He knows she's faking it. Sorry, Rosie. "Don't do anything. Or? Go out to dinner with me?" Yes, Phil just asked her on a date while telling her about how he let Jack give him a blow job. Classy. If Hank knew about this, he'd kill Phil dead. The whole mess. Dead.
Rosie sniffed. Yeah, faking it sucks. She is getting bored with it now. "Really?" Dinner? That has her piqued! "To maybe a nice fancy Italian or French place down in the city where it's $30 a plate? Oh, I could wear my blue dress... no, no, red!"
"Red would look good with your hair." You pervert, Phil. "Yeah. We could do that. Give the whole other part of this a try..." This as in their weird relationship. The part where they are hanging out without being naked.
"You think?" Hey, hold up. Rosie eyes him, stepping back. "Wait. What about Jack??"
"What about him?" Oh no, is she going to try and put down rules and restrictions. "He's my friend. A good friend."
"Are you going to let him blow you?" She'd just like to know. Not because there's going to be rules, but more of a... guideline. Like please wash your penis before visiting me so that it's clean when she... does stuff.
Horror! "I don't know." More like 'Why would you ask that?!' "Just to set the record straight, this is just you and me. Going on a date. Nobody expecting anything from anybody else. Right?" I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!
"Well..." Rosie shrugs. "I mean, sure, just a date. Like friends. I get that. But you're fun to sleep with and I'd rather not be sharing something with someone else in a span of 24 hours. Sharing, sure, just not on the same day." Maybe she and Jack can work out a schedule.
That's... kind of romantic? "I feel so cheap..." You did that to yourself, Phil. "Ok. That's... fine." Will this simple little rule ever come into play? "Friday night, fancy place, red dress?" He grabs a piece of cheese from the fridge. He's going to go back into hiding now, thanks.
"Yes, all that," and then some. Well, maybe. We'll see. "You're not cheap if you're taking me where I want to go." Because this place she has in mind? Mucho dinero. Rosie looks at his cheese, then steps aside. "You're eating food laden with bacteria."
"Delicious." He continues to chew on the cheese as he leaves the room. "Yeah, where ever you want."