WHO: Wes Barton, Ryan Barton & Magnar Maximoff WHERE: Car, coffee shop WHEN: A bit ago.. actually it's still under debate WHAT: Magnar needs babe advice, so after his failed attempt with one cousin, he turns to the other duo. Ryan drives like a grandpa. Magnar debates flowers. Wes plays a prank. Wackiness ensues. No, really, it does. Just read. Chances are, you'll chuckle.
So Magnar wanted a ride into town, Magnar wanted a ride into town, and was willing to say -- or rather type 'please'. So here Ryan was, waiting in the garage. Dressed in a black jacket, jeans, and his ever present sunglasses, he glanced down at his watch and than back up at the doors to the garage. No, he didn't have any important or pressing plans this weekend, he just wasn't very patient. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out the car keys, and spun them around on his finger. Oh yes, Ryan was going to be the one doing the driving into the city.
Call it Ryan being a control freak, call it him not trusting Magnar to drive -- the kid was from the moon, or well, call it Ryan being a control freak.
Magnar willing to say please got Wes' attention as well. So, he just had to go.
"So long as I'm back to get showered for my date later." He said as he walked up to Ryan, a look utter disappointment then covering his face to see the keys. "Oh GAWD, don't tell me it's the Volvo." He groaned.
Magnar had gotten over his annoyances with his cousins enough to ask for help, and they'd apparently gotten over their annoyances with him enough to agree to help. He would have asked Dane, but after the talk he'd had with him a while ago, he really didn't know if he could trust the guy's taste. He did at least take Dane's advice to get flowers, but he didn't want to trust Dane to drive him to get some and help to pick them out as well.
The twins were already in the garage. Good, he wouldn't have to wait. "Ready to go?", he said, walking right over toward Ryan, as he was the one with the keys. And no, Magnar wasn't planning on driving. He really didn't have the first clue about how to.
"Just waiting for you." Ryan had chosen not to address Wes, and his comment about the Volvo. The Volvo was nice, and safe, and roomy. Heading to the drivers side, he hit the button on the keys that unlocked the door. Normally he'd say that Wes got the passenger side but ... naw, he'd let Magnar and Wes fight it out.
Wes loathes driving with his brother. The fast car thing never struck Ryan's fancy like it did Wesley. He thought it was abnormal. He drove like a soccer Mom!
"Shotgun." Wes stated. If he had to endure, he would at least try to get control of the radio. He turned to the front seat, doing a little bee-line around his cousin to get there.
Magnar did prefer Wes's fast driving to Ryan's elderly driving, but it wasn't that big a deal to him and he wanted to remain on his cousin's good side, at least for the moment, so he didn't complain.
Neither did he complain about not getting 'shotgun', a concept that the twins had to explain to him a while ago. Once he got into the back seat of the Volvo, Magnar understood why Wes had wanted shotgun. His knees were uncomfortably close to his chest and he felt folded in half back there.
After checking the mirrors, his seatbelt, the gas, and yes, turning the radio on to some country station, Ryan was ready to go. No, he didn't like country, (well . . . . maybe a little tiny bit) but he was curious to see just how far Magnar could be pushed before he said something. After all, he had said 'please', not whined about not getting shotgun . . .
Something was up.
Maybe Magnar was sick . . .
"Okay ... Wes don't touch that dial .. . okay so where exactly are we headed?" Asked as he pulled the car (carefully and slowly) out of the garage.
Magnar really didn't get the concept of Earth music very well, either. Some of it was decent, or at least had a decent beat to it to dance to, but other forms of music was really perplexing. Like the music that was coming out of the radio. "What is this?", Magnar asked, making a face. It really didn't sound like something that he could imagine his cousins actually enjoying (or anyone else for that matter).
Magnar's face blanked when asked about a destination. He wasn't sure exactly where to find a store that sold flowers. "I need to buy some flowers", he said, looking back and forth between the twins, the anticipatory scowl on his face because he was already expecting some kind of unfavorable response. After a moment he added, "Not the kind you plant in the ground, the ones that are already grown and cut. Maybe put in a vase."
"It's called 'Ryan's brush with a hot country chick'," Wes commented. "And he still hasn't gotten it out of his system." He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Flowers!!" Wes' face exploded in amusement. "Holy crap. I was right!" Wes was temporarily distracted from the awful twangy music Ryan had on. He flipped his head back. "Fess up, Magnar... who's the lucky recipient?"
"There is nothing to get out of my system!" And then Magnar said he wanted to get flowers, which thankfully distracted Wes from him. And because Ryan didn't want to discuss his 'hot country chick' he was all about asking Magnar about the Flowers.
Glancing up into the rear view mirror, Ryan looked at Magnar for a second, before turning his eyes back to the road. Removing his hand from the wheel just long enough to turn the radio down. "Spill Magnar, who're the flowers for? and don't say none of our business, because we are driving you into town ..."
Magnar perked up when Wes mentioned something about Ryan and a hot country chick. He really did ask the wrong cousin for advice about girls! Magnar was about to speak up with questions about said chick when the cousins started in on him about the flowers.
"What do you mean you were right?", he said to Wes, making a face. "They're for a girl", he said. Duh. And he didn't see why he needed to specify for which girl.
Hell, yes, he asked the wrong cousins!
"Oh, he says that but he's lying.. what? She was very hot. Even I was shocked your little act got her." Wes shrugged at Ryan and cast a glance at Magnar. "I suspected someone around here got you." Wes put his hands behind his head. "Who is it? That actress girl? Or Duckie's sister?"
"Well okay, they're for a girl, they could have been for a guy ..." Ryan is just putting that out there, this is the 21st century after all. He took his eyes off the road long enough to glare at Wes, than realized that the effect was probably lost, because he had his sunglasses on.
Oh well.
"Come on Magnar, don't make him go through the list of girls at the school. It's a girl right, not one of the teachers ...?" He was teasing! Honest!
Magnar would have much rather talked about hot country chick than himself, but his cousins weren't letting up. Wes' guesses got two vehement "No!"'s out of Magnar at least. They were narrowing it down.
Magnar made a face at Ryan's comment that it could have been a guy, just when he thought the teasing couldn't get any worse. Strangely it made him think of the token of niceness he'd actually done earlier in the week, leaving a plate of cookies at Ren's door for him. The poor kid seemed like he could use a pick-me-up and it sounded like he liked cookies. But that was just Magnar being nice. Which he kept top-secret because Magnar doesn't do nice.
"It's not a teacher", Magnar said. He'd had enough of the guessing game as well, especially since the guesses had started with the absurd and only gotten worse. "It's that new girl. Eiko. I asked Dane and he said I should get her flowers." Admitting that last part was the worst, especially since he hadn't known at the time, but now knew, how inept Dane was with girls.
Wes did one of those spit-laughs with his lips. "Dane?" He snorted then. "Wow... what the heck were you asking Dane for. He hasn't gotten laid in..." He caught his cousin's eyes and stopped. He loved his 'psuedo' cousin, really, but his Dad he wasn't. "ahem.. Anyhow... well, flowers can work in the situation."
"Eiko.. you mean Logan's kid." Wes stated more than asked. "Older ladies, huh? How well does she know you? Does she seem to dig on the Magnar love?"
"Flowers are good." Ryan took a hand off the wheel, and gave Wes a smack on the shoulder. Then glancing back over his shoulder, at his cousin he repeated: "Flowers are good." Then it was hands back on the wheel, and eyes back on the road. But he did have to ask: "What kind were you thinking?"
Why, yes! Ryan was trying to be honest to goodness helpful! He felt kind of bad for Magnar, he didn't have a dad he could exactly go to, to ask about girl advice.
"He's been laid?", Magnar said about their almost-cousin. Could've fooled him. "That's news to me. Didn't think he'd ever had anyone in his bed except for that Chester freak." And that was a different context, but why mention that? He'd let it get taken out of context. That's what Dane gets for not being helpful.
"Well, glad you both agree on flowers at least", Magnar said, still not happy to be under the twins microscope. To Wes, he said, "I'm not sure what she thinks of me. haven't really talked to her since we met.", he added as an afterthought. To Ryan, he said, "Don't know what I should get for flowers. Any ideas?"
Wes laughed. Poor Dane. Not here to defend himself. "Oh, he had some chick in college once. Really not his type though." Ah well.
He looked back again, still rubbing his arm from the Ryan smack and heard the extra low comment. "OK, well, how about eye contact and stuff? It's not always in the talking that gets the attention, it's about the stares, the fake 'oh, did you catch me staring at you?' looks. At least she'll be aware you are intrigued."
Moving right on past the whole Dane and Chester thing since that was kind of his and Wes fault . . . Ryan nodded in agreement to what Wes was saying about talking, or not talking. Adding in in regards to the flowers; "We can ask the person at the shop." What did Ry know about flowers? Nothing that's all.
Having reached their destination, the street with the florist on it, Ryan announced to the car: "Okay people, I'm going to try and parallel park this car ..." In other words hold on tight. Ryan was very particular when parking and the car had to be parked just so before he would consider it parked.
Magnar was glad for Dane's sake that he at least had that. Why hadn't he mentioned that at least? A lotta help he'd been.
"Staring?", Magnar said, "Isn't that... I dunno, stalkerish? Sounds like something that creepy Guthrie kid would do. Not Bart, the other creepy Guthrie kid." Max. Not that he really need to say 'creepy Guthrie', to Magnar the two words were synonymous.
When Ryan mentioned parallel parking, Magnar wasn't even real sure what that was, but he noticed Wes tense in front of him and took it to mean 'a very bad thing'. "Don't crash us", Magnar said 'helpfully'.
"I'm not going to crash you -- just keep your seat belt on. No seat belt removal until the car is parked." That was directed at both Magnar and Wes. The next few seconds -- all right minutes, were spent as Ryan tried to get the car parked just so, just the right amount of space from the curb, and with just the right amount of space between the cars he was parking between.
Once satisfied, he released his own seat belt and tuned to look back at Magnar in the back seat. "It's not creepy if you do it right. The staring thing." He slid his sunglasses down his nose a bit, making eye contact with his cousin. "You act like you're in some sort of staring contest, then it's creepy."
"That is why you never ever got it right, Ry. With the right babe, it's like magic." Yeah, no pun there. "Watch me." He looked at Magnar, then back down, then up, and added a little laugh. "See, when they 'catch' you looking, then you have to give that mock chuckle. Because you're 'embarrassed'." Oh, such abuse with the air quotes!
He unclicked his seatbelt. "I can give you a demonstration, Magnar. Let's find a coffee shop. Emo chicks hang out there, they are just dying for a guy to show them attention."
Magnar started chuckling when Wes mentioned that it wasn't creepy if you do it right, thinking at first that he meant Ryan's parallel parking, until he heard the rest of the sentance. "Oh, I thought you meant... nevermind." He did want to try and stay on their good side, after all.
He wasn't sure what to make of all of Wes's 'advice'. He had wanted advice, sort of, and now he was getting it. But the explanations were leaving him a little more confused than before. When Wes demonstrated his 'technique', Magnar couldn't help his response. "Really good, Wes! You been taking acting lessons from Andi?" Sarcasm galore, gotta love it.
Magnar got out of the car, taking a moment to stretch his legs. "You're kidding, right?", he said about the coffee shop. He didn't like that idea so much. Would there even be any mutant girls in there? But then again, from the way the twins were talking about their experiences (well, Wes was doing most all the talking about that), Magnar had to assume that they'd probably gone out with human girls, or at least taken them home for the night. Maybe that was what he was missing. Maybe human girls were to use for sex, and mutant girls were for relationships and love and all that crap. He smiled at his revelation. "Well, maybe that's not a horrible idea." Thanks, Wes, Magnar has it all figured out now!
"Really Wes, way to ham it up there Wes." An eye roll was all that Wes suggestion of a coffee shop and emo girls, because really. "I thought we where going to the flower shop." Ryan was a man on a flower mission darnit, and he wanted to go, get the flowers, and not hang out in coffee shops with college students or worse -- high school students.
Having excited the car he took a few steps down the street towards the flower shop. And away from the coffee shop.
"What?" Wes looked at Ryan, shutting the door to the car. "What ham? No ham! Magnar is our dear cousin who needs help with the ladies. We really should help. Besides, I need caffeine."
And to Magnar. "So, Eiko... the new chick... you know, she's not a mutant, you OK with that?" He had to ask, he knew Magnar's superior personality, but then, he did have a human older sister, maybe he's not as biased as he thought.
Magnar looked back and forth between the coffee shop and flower shop. "We probably shouldn't get flowers then hang out in a coffee shop, so coffee first?", he suggested. He could tell Ryan wasn't too into the coffee idea, but coffee sounded good. And they didn't have to stay long, right?
Magnar managed to not make a face when Wes mentioned Eiko not being a mutant. "How do you know that?", he said back to him. "Probably just a late-bloomer or something." There was no way that someone who had made him feel so awesome was not a mutant. Not that he was thinking that she'd used powers on him, the thought hadn't even occurred to him, but he couldn't fall for someone who wasn't a mutant, right? And though in his mind he was using the argument that her dad was a mutant and her brother was a mutant, so she must be a mutant, he knew that argument was weak. His own father and mother had a human child. And for as anti-human as Magnar appeared sometimes, he'd be the first one to kick the ass of anyone who badmouthed his older sister, Luna.
"Well, she didn't say she could do anything." Wes' face was slightly amused now. Magnar fell for a human. Not that it's a bad thing, but it must be sorta rough for someone like Magnar. He already looked constipated just thinking about it.
Wes clapped his hand on Magnar's shoulder as they walked into the coffee shop. "OK, scope it. See that girl in all the black on the chair. Look at the body language.. she's all huddled up, looking intense... STAY AWAY. She's probably bitter about being dumped and she will bite your head up. Now, the blonder over there, the one who keeps touching her hair? THAT'S your target. Get a coffee. Sit at that table with me and watch. Oh, I'll take a dark roast. Ry?" He folded his arms and looked at his brother.
And here he was, in the coffee shop despite his best efforts to the contrary. All right, so his best effort had been to try and walk away from the coffee shop, obviously Ryan was going to have to work on this whole "best effort" thing. Now that they where here in the coffee shop though, he was not playing waiter.
"Nothing wrong with dating humans." All right, so he was baiting Magnar a bit there, but the whole human subject was a rather touchy one for Ryan. "Nothing wrong with dating humans, mutants, people from the moon ..." Done "picking" at Magnar he turned to look over at Wes; "And I'll take medium roast, you buying?"
"No way, man. Magnar is. The advice is free, but the ride costs." Wes said to his brother before adding, regarding the dating anyone thing. "He's right. It shouldn't matter. There are some hotties on all end of those spectrums."
Magnar cast a suspicious glance at Ryan as he made his 'yay humans!' comment. And here they were in a coffee shop full of them, and every girl Wes was pointing out was probably one. He suddenly wasn't feeling really good about this. And now he was buying their coffee too?
"Fine", the youth grumbled, stepping up to the register, pulling his wallet out. He placed the order, getting a small bottled water for himself. As he waited for the coffees, he looked around the place. He did have to admit, the second girl Wes pointed out was pretty cute. When the drinks were ready, Magnar looked at his cousins, saying, "Come and get your own, I don't have three hands." He picked up his own drink and walked over to the table Wes had picked for them.
Wes grabbed his own cup and took a sip. He liked his coffee super hot. "Ok, just go sit by her, ask to borrow a pen and see where it takes you. You got nothing to lose." He reached out and gave Magnar a nudge and found a table for her and Ryan to watch.
Despite having ordeded his coffee the way that he liked it, Ryan was now taking the top off the coffee, and and poking at the liquid wiht a stir stick. He went over to the table that Ryan had found and took a seat.
"We should have insisted he come visit more often." He said to Wes, as he watched Magnar. "Because seriously, growing up on the moon, he obviously didn't get a crash course in social skills."
This was about the dumbest idea Magnar had heard of, and it was appar3nt as he went off to the table on his own, a scowl on his face. He sat at the table next to the girl, who looked up and in his direction for a moment after he'd sat down. He unscrewed the lid on his water, taking a drink. It wasn't that he was nervous about talking to this girl, but he really wasn't all that interested in her, he felt like he was being forced into it, and what did he need a pen for anyway? But as dumb as he felt this was, he knew they were trying to help. And he'd never live it down if he'd crashed and burned in front of them. Thinking of this, he put a nice smile on his face out of nowhere, leaning over a little toward the table. "Hey...", he said to the girl. "You have a pen I could use?" He still didn't know what the pen was for.
The girl looked up again -- she was reading a magazine -- and replied with; "A pencil all right?" She reached for her purse, showing that she had been reading a Time Magazine, one that's cover, had the world 'Evolution' written on it in big, huge letters.
"Okay, he's talking to her, and she hasn't run screaming from the room." Ryan had finished with the stirring of his coffee, and now took a sip. He glanced over at Wes then; "Does this remind you of anything? Didn't the whole thing with she who I'm not supposed to talk about, start with you asking her for a pen? Then you ..." Ryan was quiet for a moment as he thought about it. "You ... animated it, and made it write out your phone number on a napkin!"
Wes' confident amused look at Magnar were put to a complete halt when Ryan spoke of.... HER. His dark blue eyes narrowed. "Now why the hell did you need to go mentioning that?" He said in a very low, uncharacteristic voice.
What Ryan said was true, though. Wes was smoother than hell with her who shall remain nameless. Damn, he was good.
He took a sip and burnt his tongue, letting out a "Glarrgh!", spilling his coffee. He was a bit quick as he stopped the cup in mid air, only letting half the coffee spill in front of them. The cup moved back into his hand as he shot Ryan and look. "Now look what you made me do!"
Magnar, not familiar with Time, but seeing the large headline, looked at the blond with new eyes, his smile going from 'fake smile for the camera!' to a genuine one. She was reading a magazine for mutants. She must be a... "Yeah, pencil's fine, thanks." He still didn't know what to do with the pencil. Wait... Pencil's made of wood... His smile broadened a bit, yeah, that'd be a great way to impress her.
He was watching her look for the pencil when he heard a clatter. Turning around he saw his clumsy cousins having issues with the coffee. He scowled at them, rolling his eyes, then looked back to the girl.
"Yes, I made you spill the coffee." Ryan said this rather mildly, as he picked up some napkins and started to mop up the mess. "Get over it Wes, it was the past, hanging onto grudges like that will give you an ulcer."
Easy for Ryan "I just finished reading Zen and the Art of Archery for the 100th time!" Barton to say. He was usually the guy who did the breaking up -- the guy who tended to break up with people by just avoiding them, since he hated conflict.
He glanced over at Magnar and saw him look over, scowling and rolling his eyes. So Ryan plastered a goofy grin on his face, and waved, very enthusiastically at his cousin. Teach him to roll his eyes at them.
The girl meanwhile had found the pencil, and held it out to Magnar. "I use it for Sudoku " She explained.
Wes got dumped... ONCE.. well, that is not true. Wes got dumped.... ONCE by a girl he liked a LOT. (But those details are a story for another day) And he doesn't like to dwell on it. It has not made him a better man, it has only made him bitter. He finally reached a calm to not think about it.
That is, when Ryan doesn't bring it up so nonchalantly. "Just... shut up about it." He shot back. "Hey, look, it's working!" He changed the subject, pointing at Magnar and the girl.
When Ryan made his face, Magnar whirled back around in his seat at once to face the girl again, the tips of his ears turning just a bit red.
He didn't know what Sudoku was, poor guy, so he decided to fake it. "Oh, yeah, me too." He probably would hate Sudoku if he did know what it was. He reached out for the pencil, taking it gently from her, his fingers brushing hers. "Thanks", he offered with a smile. While her eyes were still on him, he held the pencil up, it's point on his table. He then removed his hand, leaving the pencil standing straight up on it's tip. Elemental manipulation ftw!
Ryan knew what the big deal was, but he thought that Wes should just ... you know ... move on.
"Oh yes, powers in public."
So it wasn't like the world hated and feared them (too much) right now, but Ryan had a thing about powers in public. As in, he had a thing about how they often lead to wacky situations that ended up, with someone explaining how they hadn't meant to turn the cat purple.
All right, that had been once, when he was thirteen.
The girl had been about to ask him if he had done the Sudoku in today's paper, as, man, she was stuck on it, when Magnar started with his pencil tricks. "Oh. Wow." She edged her chair closer to stare at the pencil.
He smirked at her reaction, pleased that it seemed to be working out for him so far. He moved his finger over the pencil in a slow, swirling motion, the eraser end of the pencil following, causing it to twirl. "I'm Magnar. What's your name?", he asked, practically oozing confidence by now.
Wes has moved on... sorta. Just don't mention it and all is well. But look at his protege! Wes pointed. "He got that from me." Well, he did. "Should we intervene? Mess with him? He's seriously looking way too confident."
The girl beamed. "My name is Lola." She looked impressed.
And Wes subtly pointed at the floating pencil and let it scrawl on a sheet of paper in front of her and started to write random letters.
Lola looked up a smile on her face. "Are you really doing this?"
The pencil tricks were all Magnar's idea. Though the pen-taking idea had been Wes's, Magnar wouldn't have been able to manipulate that hardly at all, but was doing quite well with the pencil. Until it started scratching out letters on the paper. His face looked confused for a moment, then when he understood he started to turn toward the twins, but stopped himself. What were they doing back there?
"Um, uh, yeah. All me", he answered, smiling weakly. This better not blow up in his face. "So, what do you do, Lola?" Because he was assuming by now that she was a mutant as well. Or at the very worst a mutant sympathizer, which would at least not be as bad as a normal human. He kept a wary eye on the pencil, hoping it wasn't going to sabotage him, but worried it might.
Ryan wisely does not ask if Wes is making the pencil write out the phone number to the school, because he doesn't want to set off Wes again. He just watches and shakes his head.
"Careful." He adds, okay, maybe sort of wishing at this very moment that he had cool make-objects-do-cool-things powers like Wes. He does, however, have powers to make his coffee hotter, just a quick flame spell -- and no. That's how it starts, one quick spell, and then everything's done by magic.
"I'm going to go get them to zap this." He holds up his coffee, meaning he's going to ask them to microwave it. And probably horrify the coffee barista. He gets up and passes by Magnar and the girl, giving his cousin a not-so-subtle thumbs up.
Wes laughs to himself at Ryan's gestures and continues to let the pencil slowly write out the message.
"What...." The girl reads the first word that finally forms, looking back at Magnar, amused by this. Score!
"...would it.... take..." She reads, giving him grins because, yes, this is cute.
"To get...." That was the last smile of anticipation. She doesn't read the rest. "HEY!" She yanks the floating pencil. "No one's getting in anyone's pants!"
Wes is now clutching his stomach laughing silently. Classic!
Magnar's doing his best to ignore his cousins, focusing on the pencil, which is no longer under his power, and the girl. He did see Ryan walk by out of the corner of his eye, leaving him to speculate that Wes was behind this. Which was not a good sign at all. But... he did get him in here to try his luck, maybe he was just trying to help out? He watched along with the girl as the letters wrote, curious himself as to what they'd say. He looked up at her, seeing her enthusiastic reaction. This was good! He'd have to thank- No, he'd have to kill Wes.
"No, no, I didn't write that! It, it um, it has a mind of it's own!" Wes was so going to pay for this.
The girl is visibly annoyed, and is gathering up her things. Muttering under her breath as she does so, it's not quite possible to make out what she's saying, but from her tone it's not good things.
Hand still on the pencil, which is still floating she demands, loudly; "Give me back my pencil!"
Ryan, who is up the count turns around and gives Magnar and the girl a look. He's all ready to think that Magnar has done something socially awkward or something but than he sees Wes laughing. And sighs. To try and do damage control or to let this play out …his cousin can be an insufferable brat sometimes.
Leaving his spot in the line, heads to Magnar's table.
"Hey, you bothering this girl?"
"I don't have control of it, honest!", Magnar said, raising his hands up. Wes was so dead. Magnar was going to make sure that Mutt pissed on every single thing he owns for this.
When Ryan approached and showed he was going to be no help at all, Magnar whirled around to face him. "Are you fucking serious? You too?! You're supposed to be the sensible one of the two!" At least in Magnar's mind, he was.
He glared at his bottled water on the table and the water started violently sloshing around. The bottle fell to its side and started spraying out across the shop, right at Wes. "You think this is funny, do you?!"
Wes did... oh hell yes. "Ack!" He takes a dive under the table as the water shoots at him. "Hey, you wanted some action, right?" He said, his face partially wet, "She may have said yes!"
Wes floated the table in front of him to combat the water. "Come on! Joke! Chill, Magnar. You were doing great! Lesson learned. Now use it on the real girl."
The girl somewhat watched the scene and was about to leave when she went up to Magnar and slapped a business card in his hand. "You're a jerk, using and then blaming your mutant friends. But tell them if they ever need any help against assholes like you, to call here."
The card was for MSI: Mutant Sympathizers International. Apparently, she was a card-carrying member.
The manager of the coffee store meanwhile had made an appearance, and he was -- not pleased. At all. Ryan -- a little annoyed that he had been called non sensible, had backed away from his twin and his cousin and was acting like he was not involved. At all.
Non sensible, his ass. He was being very sensible right now, by acting like he had nothing to do with the madhouse that this place had turned into.
"And you!" Pointing at Wes and Magnar, the manager was turning a rather vivid shade of red. "You are going to be paying for the damages!" He turned then and pointed at Ryan as well, as it was obvious Ryan's attempt to distance himself form the situation hadn't worked out so well.
"Chill? I am not feeling 'chill' right now. Nothing about this is chill." Magnar was pissed. He looked over at the girl when she approached, wondering what that was that she had. He took it, frowning. "What the fuck?!" And next was the store manager. And now Magnar had had enough. Did these primates have any idea who they were talking to?! "Damages? For a spilled bottle of water? You want to see damage? I can show you some damage!" His temper was flaring and the soda fountain by the wall was starting to make a strange gurgling sound.
"Holy crap!" Wes was halfway between laughing and worried about the state of the poor coffee shop. "Magnar... dude..." He was really having a hard time disguising the amusement in his voice. "Joke.. Joke..? I know you have them on the Moon. Hell, gravity has got to be a good one."
"Magnar, it's .... not worth it." Yes, Ryan was trying to reason with Magnar, and trying to point out that mucking with the coffee store was not a good idea, because, well, actions have consequences, hey. "Hey," this was addressed to the manager. "It's okay ... we can pay for the water."
And if worse came to worse, Emma could probably pay for the soda machine.
The hotheaded teen stormed toward the door, heeding Ryan's words because despite his anger at both the twins, he understood the wisdom in what Ry was saying, even though he was one negative comment away from trashing the place. Stomping past Wes, he shoved the card the girl had given him at him, "Think this is yours", he muttered darkly. "You two deal with them", he said, clearly intending to say some slur instead but letting his tone of voice convey his feelings. He'd find the damn flowers himself. No, screw the flowers. He wasn't in the mood anymore. He just had to get out of here. The door slammed behind him as he exited.
"Oo." Wes looks at his twin, then the manager. "I think he's pissed."