Rosie May (hellbelle) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-05-20 00:30:00 |
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ROSIE: Man, the Savage Land did some serious stink to Rosie's clothing. It all has an odor like she was tramping through a swap- which, actually, she kind of was. So it makes sense that it stinks. But the stink permeated her other clothing when she put it all into a basket together, so now it's one giant mess of stink, and all she has left to wear are some faded red plaid sleep shorts, a really large tank top and a two-piece bathing suit that's covered in rainbow stripes.
Rosie looks like she's stepped out of the history books from 1993. But on the bright side, she doesn't smell, so whomever is walking into the laundry room while she's busying herself with dumping whites into the washer won't be offended by stench. Unless they get too close to her other basket. Danger, Will Robinson!
MILO: The Savage Lands... well, it wasn't exactly the vacation Milo thought he needed, hence why he was going to jet back to Greece for a week or two. Sure, he would have to deal with his step-mother in those weeks, but at least he would be able to get away. Perhaps even get with some hot girls! Or guys! Right now, he wasn't feeling especially picky.
So one thing people tend to do before a vacation is wash and pack their clothes, which is what he was doing on this fine... afternoon/morning/night/what ever. Milo was expecting to do this alone, so color him surprised when he found Rosie was also doing her laundry. "Fancy running into you here, Rosie May." He liked calling girls by 'ie' names.
ROSIE: She pops up from pushing her clothes in. "Hey, Milo!" She says it with an accent, mee-low, tickles her palette. "Fancy it yourself, man, I didn't think boys did laundry." Well, Chester did, but he's Special Needs. Good guy, though. Rosie eyeballs the basket he's holding, it's a lot of clothes. "Cleaning your winter gear before you pack it up?" she asks, dropping some soap in that she had brought.
MILO: He tended to hold off doing laundry until there was one pair of clean underwear left. Though maybe he was a day late and not wearing any at all. OH HO HO. Er. Moving right along... "Just cleaning up in general. Have to make sure I can fit as much as I can in my suitcase without going over the limit." Stupid airline limits.
ROSIE: Going commando, eh? Rosie did that with her X-Suit for one day until she realized that leather can chafe and had to run and put something on under. "No shit. You're leaving?" She stops tinkering with the mechanics of the machine to stare at him. Why is this the first she's heard of it? Rosie feels kind of hurt. "For how long?" Please don't say for good. Please don't say for good. Oh god, please don't say for good.
MILO: OWWWWWW! And why yes. He was going commando, thank you for noticing. "Yeah. Going to stay with my dad for a week or two. Just a little end of the semester vacation." It was nice because he didn't have to pay for a damn thing!
ROSIE: Rosie shrugs and frowns. "Sounds fun." Thrilling. Greece is only five thousand miles away. She distracts herself with the pushing of buttons, not saying much and then hops up to sit on top of the washer as it's rumbling. She needs to start her darks. "I got married, can you hand me that basket please? I'll just dump it in this one next to me."
MILO: "Sure, no problem," he answered as he reached for her basket. "Maybe I'll see if I can bring back any wine or something for you. There is this really nice... " Wait a minute. Turning around from what ever he was doing, Milo turned and just stared. "You what?"
ROSIE: Rosie waves the finger at him, this time on her left and then makes grabby hands for her basket. Wait. She puts down her hands and stares, then basket leaves the floor, goes around Milo, and drops its contents into the open machine next to her. "I like wine. God, if only I were twenty-one already. Another month and a half." Then she can legally drink.
MILO: "When the fuck did you get married?" YOU ARE NOT ESCAPING THIS ONE, ROSIE MAY!
ROSIE: "Hmm?" And in goes the soap... "Sunday. Mass wedding in the park. I'll eventually get around to filing the papers, its just fun to make Phil sweat a little."
MILO: "Rosie. That's not very funny." In fact, it's a bit messed up to trick a gay man into marry you, especially with the hassle and cost of divorce. If that was him, Milo would be furious. "Why would you do something like that?"
ROSIE: She kicks her heels against the thumping washer. Fun noise! "David's a lawyer." This is fact, Milo. And he's friends with Phil, so the divorce would be pro-bono. "Why not? It was there... we were there, and in order to get cake, you had to sign." Also known as shits and giggles, Milo.
MILO: "You got married just to get some cake you could have gotten a million other places?" No really. WTF. "And why not? You really want a shame marriage with a guy who doesn't even like pussy?"
ROSIE: She shrugs. "Heat of the moment, Milo. You wouldn't understand that." She avoids looking at him and busies herself yet again with the washer. Soap in, turn it on, rumble rumble rumble. "I figure, hey, I'll probably never be married ever again, so why not marry my best friend?"
MILO: "Baby please. I helped trash a dorm in the heat of the moment." Pssh. His heat of the moment was better if you asked him. Property damage > sham marriages. "Because you deserved better than a marriage to a gay man?"
ROSIE: Sure, but... yeah. No, Milo won there. Rosie stares at him, one eyebrow is raised. "You really want to challenge that? In case you haven't heard, the general consensus here is that I'm crazy. So crazy Rosie did a crazy thing."
MILO: Hah! Milo wins again! Except he really hadn't one much before, so it was like he was winning -- Never mind. "Well, I'd have to agree conning a gay man into a sham marriage is crazy." Pause. "But you're still hot?" Don't all men dig red heads or something?
ROSIE: No more winning, Milo. It's not that fair for her. She shrugs and then smiles, "Right. Well, I'm enjoying it." But which is it, the marriage or being hot? And they do- hence why Phil was with Rosie and is now with Jack. It's the ginger-infection, gingeritis.
MILO: But it is more than fair for him! "Yeah, but is Phil and his boy-toy enjoying it?" HE THINKS NOT! Also, there was no real reason for why he refered to Jack as a boy-toy other than wanting to say it.
ROSIE: "I hear they fuck like bunnies." Actually, she doesn't, she's just saying it to bother Milo. "As long as they're getting a good honey moon I guess I can't complain." Adulterers! No, really, she doesn't care.
MILO: "That's messed up, Rosie May." He didn't want to know they fuck like bunnies. "Like I said, you deserve better." Like... better things!
ROSIE: Don't say she deserves better without telling her what. Rosie thumps her heels, "Mmmhmm."
MILO: "Mmmhmm?" He wanted to know what she was getting at here.
ROSIE: "Mmmhmm." Kick kick kick.
MILO: "Right." Fine. Be that way.
ROSIE: "You really think I'm hot?" Like most women, she has complexes. That's one of them. Except Rosie knows she is, she's just being coy or something.
MILO: So Rosie was egotistical? "Well, I didn't just say it for my health or anything." His laundry had been forgotten by now.
ROSIE: She shrugged. "Yeah, because you're in such perfect health." Rosie looks at the floor, "So, you know, I never said thanks for giving me the piggy back ride in the forest. Jungle."
MILO: He was in fine health, thank you very much. ... And that was an interesting statement, Rosie. "Oh?" he asked as he pretended to poke around his laundry basket.
ROSIE: "Yeah, so, thanks." She kicks him nicely with her foot, if kicks can be considered nice. "Yeah." She really does mean it! She was tired and all that good junk, not to mention perpetually lazier than shit. "Yeah." She feels dumb. This is not unusual. "You're really only leaving for a week?"
MILO: As she kicked his leg, his hand moved quickly down, grabbing Rosie's calf very lightly. "Yeah. It's only a week or two and then I'll be back," he smiled, his thumb lightly stroking the back of her leg. Well, provided his mother doesn't show up and whisk him away, but that hasn't happened in at least two years.
ROSIE: There's no attempt to jerk her leg back. He's giving her more attention than anyone else has recently. Well, positive attention, and focused soley on her. May divided her attention between Rosie and Normie; Phil between her and Jack; David between her and the Hulk. Milo, you can keep what you're doing. It's all good in her hood. "I'll miss you," Rosie frowns, "I'll have no one to be evil with."
MILO: Just like Rosie, he really hadn't had his fair share of attention these past few weeks. Hell, he basically lost his best friend, so he wasn't doing too hot himself. "I'll miss you too, Rosie May..." Is she flirting with him?
ROSIE: Attention is good! They're both giant attention whores. "Oh, I know," she's not really flirting. If she were flirting she'd reach out and touch his arm, just like she's doing now. "I'm hard to not miss."
MILO: He misses having a girl best friend to goof around with and all that good junk. Smiling, he stepped forward at the arm touching, moving in until his body was almost touching hers. Milo was getting vibes (lol) from Rosie, so he was just going to go with it and see what happened. "You know..."
ROSIE: Vibes? Oh, honey. Rosie was all over it the second he got close. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moved her legs around his waist and hooked against his thighs. She didn't need to look at the door, but it swung shut and then their baskets slid across the floor to pile up against it; the weight in Milo's would help keep intruders out. "Joanie will hate us," and yet maybe not, Rosie has no intention to tell her. ... For now.
MILO: Yeah, we went there! Milo just slightly smirked as she did her little moves and that turned into a full fledged smile when he heard the door close. It wasn't long before his hands were moving up under her shirt, assuming that's where all this was going. "That really doesn't matter to me now," was all he said before leaning down to kiss her lips. For all he could care right now, she could tell Joanie they got jiggy in the laundry room.
ROSIE: And not just the laundry room. Milo is going away for a week and that deserves a proper send off. Or it does now that she knows Milo can be more than the guy who fell in love with a girl who fell in love with a man. Rosie is pointedly ignoring at this stage that Milo's also got a slightly gay past.
What? She has a type.
"Yay," she managed to slip out as a final word. And that washer is still rockin'.