Rosie May (hellbelle) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-07-10 09:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | janis jones, may parker, rosie kincaid |
log; janis jones, may parker, rosie kincaid
who Janis Jones, May Parker, Rosie Kincaid
when Last Saturday!
what These three girls head out onto the town for a post-birthday-drinking-until-there's-no-m
Janis was invited to go out for a drink for a belated birthday celebration. She wanted to show Rosie she forgave her for the whole kidnapping thing. Also? She really wanted to get drunk. Ah, call it a coward's way out, but it fucking works. For a bit.
Female friends were a little hard to come upon lately, too. Especially after spending last weekend with Dave and Jack? Janis needs female friends. Alcohol will bond them quickly!
They've been at the bar for a bit. Ladies drink free from nine until midnight! Janis planned to keep this up as long as possible. She sat at the bar on a stool (probably wouldn't be a good idea the closer to midnight it got). "Keep 'em coming!" Poor bartender.
May could go for female friends. Though Rosie was already her friend, but May likes Janis and the girl clearly needs a drink. May's not drunk yet, even if she's been avoiding all the girly, fruity drinks and drinking Jack Daniel's like she has it for breakfast. She doesn't even bother ordering drinks. She just bought a bottle.
"Come on, she needs to get wasted." May's waving a five to encourage the bartender on Janis' behalf. With her other hand, she's reached over, idly playing with Rosie's hair. It's red. It's pretty. And whatever Rosie uses makes it soft. "The woman is clearly in some kind of pain!"
It's called conditioner. Which, much like this not very manly fruity drink in front of her, isn't going to condition her for falling on her face later. Or maybe it will. Anyone call the healing factor lately? She likes Janis, and she likes May, and she really, really likes sitting between the two, with her legs swinging. "I have nothing to add but can I get some olives?" Rosie adds to the shouts at the bartender. Turning to her ladies, "I love those little things. You put them on your fingers and make them talk."
Janis is the puny human among them. She's a lightweight at this sort of thing. She giggles at Rosie, "OH oh oh do it. Do it for the man!" She gestures to the bartender. "Hey guy. I used to work at one of these places. You're supposed to make small talk and flirt with us or something. It's her birthday! Or it was.. her birthday." She points at Rosie. Delayed reaction to May, "I'm not in pain." SO MUCH PAIN.
"Liar. Please. I know pain. Pain is like ... the spider anthem. Mmmso are hot redheads." May leans over, kisses Rosie on the cheek. "I'd kiss you, too, Janis, but you're waaay over there."
"You don't need to flirt with us---May!" Rosie leans towards her instead of away with the affection, grinning like she swallowed the canary. "Not in front of," she lowers her voice, "the human." But a big grin back to Janis. "Is pain just the anthem of all you guys who came from New York? Because seriously. Us mutants have no pain." Just crazy.
Janis starts to peel the label off her empty beer. The bartender gives her a new one and she smiles at him. "No. Pain comes from Canada. Like this beer!" She holds it up, grinning.
"Pain comes from radiation," May says matter-of-factly. "Heeey, I'm half human, shut up." Like it makes it better, May kisses her neck and rests her chin on Rosie's shoulder, looking over at Janis. "But, yeah. Radiation. Like my dad. And the Hulk."
Oh. Rosie is digging this. She reaches an arm up and curls her fingers in the hair at the base of May's neck. "Right, so. I'm... right. Janis, you should order something harder. Or drink from May's bottle. Beer is shit, honey."
Either Janis is going cross-eyed or these lesbians are hot. "Your mom seems to like that radiation gig." Betty Banner, we hardly knew thee. "Yeah, gimmie that, May." Janis makes grabby hands. "How long have you two been together?"
"My parents are madly, disgustingly in love, it's embarrassing." May hands over the bottle of Jack Daniel's and looks up at Rosie, raising her eyebrows. "Are we? I mean, we fucked the other night but is that the same ... thing? I don't know. I don't know, Janis." May shrugs. "Rosie's call."
Rosie shrugs. "I have no idea." Maybe it's a week? "Either way, it's longer than it was with Phil!" God, was that even a relationship? She shrugs, and sucks down a third of her drink through a flimsy straw. More of this will be needed. "Even if we said a day, Jack would probably kill himself," turning to Janis, "Go easy on that. I don't want to be TKing your vomit into a toilet."
Janis doesn't listen. "Shh, shh, I can hear the booze." Why would Jack kill himself over that? Phil was with Rosie? What complicated bitches these mutant kids are. "Rosie, you like the radiation." May's got... some of that stuff, right?
"Mm. Something like that." May's either naturally affectionate, or she's been sucking down that hard liquor and is actually kind of drunk, because she's back to kissing Rosie's neck. PDA much? "Jack probably would kill himself, but he said he would with the last two guys I slept with. So not new. Phil, though. Phil's flippy."
"I do!" She's perky and raises her glass to Janis, before tilting her head towards May and purring. Well, not loudly, but May could hear it. "Oh, speaking of radiation," it's brought her back to the real world. Just for a moment. "Where did Dave go?"
"When?" Who cares! Oh Janis should start wailing right now. Then the cute bartender would pat her on the hand, right? The cute lesbians are depressing her.
"When you guys ran off to Canadia and I had to babysit the giant puppy." Not that May minds Elizabeth, it was just sudden.
Rosie motions towards May. "Yeah, that."
"...Canada." Janis gives them such strange looks. She's nursing this bottle. OH bottle, giver of life. Pray to the bottle.
"...Right." She meant where in Canada, but Janis is such a lightweight next to May and Rosie that May feels bad asking her hard questions. "So, have you told Dave you want to get into his pants yet or is that still a secret?" Is it a secret? Oops.
In the middle of a sip, Rosie coughs and spits half her drink onto the table, "Oh my god, May. You knew too?" she asks, laughing. But not at Janis. "You two would be a good mix."
Janis grips the top of the bottle and makes like she's going to break it and stab them. Not that she will. She just mimes it at them. "Shuts up, the boths of yous." She slowly closes her eyes. Oooh, this room is spinny.
May snickers, burying her face in Rosie's neck. "It's obvious, sweetie. But it's not bad. Dave's cute. You're cute. You've been best friends since forever, right? I mean, it's perfect. That's what people should do. Be with their best friends. --Unless they're gay, then you don't be with them because they're gay."
"I don't want to talk about it." Janis needs advice, girrrrrrls. "Wait, so let me get this straight. Haha, straight!" She slaps her knee. "Jack and Phil.. then you two...?"
May grins. "It's a kick, isn't it? But we're not Jack and Phil, I swear. I don't have it in me for that kind of drama."
"Oh god, gross. No. Unlike Phil, I'm not a virgin." Wait... Rosie makes shifty eyes. "But I'm also not a ho. God that sounds bad. So Janis, we can arrange for you to be radiated." Change of topic, what?
"I just meant..." Janis is so confused by the Jack/Phil/May/Rosie connection. Degrassi: Mutant High. Except these kids are all older, right? She called them kids. She's getting old, oh god. "I don't want to be fuckin' radiated! You kiddin' me?" She's slurring a little now. "Who drank all my drank-- drinks?"
"Aw, come on. We could find some cool radiated animal to bite you and then just pray you don't get cancer and die." It worked for Spider-Man! And Daredevil!
And the Hulk! WAIT. "Janis! You should sleep with Dave! That'd make you radioactive!" on second thought... Rosie turns to May, face screwed into a inquisitive look, "... Did you make me radioactive?" If it's possible. Who knows.
"I should sleep with Dave." Janis blinks, looking at her drink like it just TOLD ON her. "You guys, I'm drunk." Please baby me. Stop making out. Or continue making out... Janis can't tell which.
"Yeeeees, do it. Not for the radiation, though. For the Dave. You know the Hulk's first wife died of radiation poisoning? That's what I heard. I mean, it could be just a rumor, I don't know, but if it's not maybe I should start looking out for my Mom, maybe she'll get cancer or something..." So maybe that's not the best thing to be telling Janis, but it's true! It's true, May knows it's true. She kisses Rosie on the cheek and assures her, "No, honey, you're not radioactive. I don't think. Probably not."
Rosie preens and giggles as May kisses her cheek. It really is just new for her, and boy, she's lovin' it. She's also loving this drink. Janis, you win for suggesting they all go drinking. Or was it May? Who cares, even the bartender is winning. "Oh goodie!" She's not radioactive! "That means I won't look like.... Da.. Dane. Dane? Dave. Gosh, they're both green. What's with that? Janis, you like the Green Men? May. Janis likes green men."
Janis looks like she might cry, "Oh... oh please don't talk about Betty." She gives the bartender some big doe eyes. He is trying to ignore them. The two chicks making out are pretty hot, but Janis might need to be cut off pretty soon. "Poor Betty. Wait, what about Dane? I don't like Dane. You know what I noticed? All the redheads here, man." It's Ginger City. This is Janis trying to change the subject.
May hasn't been with a girl since college. She doesn't talk about it much. Maybe she's a little buzzed, but she's getting more and more sober since Janis stole her whiskey. Either way, Rosie's hot, and she's better than anyone else she could've hooked up with, right? Yeah. "They are!" she agreed. "There's you, and Rosie, and Jackie. And my mom, who I think dyes her hair but I can't be sure. You shouldn't ask her, she'll get angry, and Dad certainly won't tell you. And Benjy, he gets it from Mom. It's weird. I mean, red hair is hot, don't get me wrong, but it's like an invasion."
"What?" Rosie had been busy sucking down her drink. All that was left was the straw, and she flagged the bartender. More, sir, more! "Yeah, we're like a fuckin' plague. Or a red sea." Really, it was kind of scary. So many gingers, and all somehow connected to Phil. Or May, depending on how you looked at it. "Screw the Skrulls, watch out for the red heads!"
Janis is in no way connected to Phil, thank you very much. "You guys. I'm drunk. Take me home." They can get cozy in the back of a taxi. She lays her head against the bar. "Not home, back to the school." That's supposed to be home now, right?
And thank god Janis isn't! That's too much of a love triangle----sextangle? octagon? quadropod?---for Rosie to handle. She grins at Janis' request and slides off the chair to go ring a taxi so they can all go home and only one of them will wake up without a hang over tomorrow. Maybe two. Janis will :(