Jeff Stirling (jeffwarbler) wrote in mckinley_high, @ 2011-10-30 11:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, # character: genny montgomery, # character: jeff stirling, & pairing: jeff/genny, * status: incomplete |
Who: Jeff, Genny
Where: Genny’s house
What: Showing off Halloween costumes
When: Monday night, before they go out
Rating: PG, at the moment…
Genny was in her room, putting the finishing touches on her River Song costume. Fixing her hair for what had to be the thousandth time, she groaned, looking at the clock on her nightstand and putting down her curling iron when she realized that Jeff was going to be there any minute.
"No point in running the risk of accidentally burning myself when he shows up," she muttered to herself as she unplugged it.
Jeff locked his car door with the key fob in his pocket, even if he waved his sonic screwdriver while doing it. No reason not to get into character -- and no reason not to use the bloody thing as much as he could.
It was funny, with all of the time spent finding the suit and the bow tie for his Doctor Who costume, his internal voice had suddenly turned British. It was like hearing his nanny while growing up back around the house. Besides, what's the Doctor without a British accent? Eleven certainly had an accent, and there was no reason not to use it, just like the sonic screwdriver.
He adjusted his bow tie as he rang the doorbell at Genny's house. No need not to look as sharp as possible.
Genny gave her hair one last sweep of hairspray before heading down the stairs and opening the door, smiling widely as she saw Jeff. "Hello, Sweetie," she said, hoping that her fake accent was good enough to pass for being River Song. She stepped back to let Jeff come in, smiling at the fact that he had even brought his sonic screwdriver along. She definitely gave him bonus points for going all out.
“I got your message – you were never very subtle. Heard you could use a doctor,” Jeff beamed as he made his way into the house.
Genny laughed, pulling a blue notebook (the closest thing she could get to River's diary) out of her back pocket and flipping it open. "Too right. So, where are we, then?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Jeff for a second before laughing and shaking her head. "We are officially the biggest dorks to ever exist."
"Have we done Jim the Fish?" Jeff asked. "Jim the Fish was brilliant," he got out before laughing. "And there's no way that we're the biggest dorks ever to exist. Have you seen film from ComicCon?" he pointed out.
"Okay, good point, we're at least slightly less dorky than the people who go to ComicCon," she said, nodding in agreement. Smiling, she reached out and tugged at Jeff's bowtie lightly. "I'm actually shocked you didn't show up wearing a fez or a Stetson."
“I’ve got my Stetson out in the TARDIS,” Jeff replied. “Because Stetsons are cool.”
"I knew it," she said, laughing and kissing him on the cheek lightly. "Speaking of props, though..." she smiled, running out of the room, only to come back a minute later, carrying a homemade Alpha Meson blaster pistol. "What do you think? Makes the costume a little more badass, right?"
Jeff lit up at the sight of the gun. “That’s awesome! Oh yeah, cause you can’t have River without her gun. It’s just not right. It’s like… you know, the hallucinogenic lipstick.”
"I've got that too," Genny said, smirking. "Not exactly hallucinogenic, of course, but nobody else has to know that." She smiled, sliding the gun in to the holster her Mom had made for her. "You have no clue how hard it was to not tell you all about building this," she said, tapping the gun lightly.
“Yeah, but the wait was totally worth it,” Jeff assured her. He waved his sonic screwdriver with a shrug. “I just bought this off of the BBC America website. Kinda wish it was really sonic.”
"Oh really? And what, exactly, would you do if you had a real sonic screwdriver, Jeff?" Genny asked, looking at him curiously.
Jeff shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Open things, turn on lights… I mean, it’s the Doctor’s sonic, not Captain Jack’s sonic, so there’s no real blasting involved,” he chuckled. “I dunno. It would just be awesome to have the option.”
She laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I'll stick with the gun. Besides, one of us has to be able to get you out of all the trouble that opening things and turning on lights would get you in to, eventually."
“I can’t help it – I’m a lover, not a fighter,” he grinned.
"That much is true," Genny said, smiling and kissing him lightly before pulling away and sitting down on the couch. "So, did any of the Warblers say when they wanted to hang out, or are we just all dressed up with nowhere to go for the moment?" she asked, nodding to the spot next to her so that Jeff would sit down.
Jeff sat down next to her and patted the phone in his pocket. “Nick’s supposed to call me as soon as they finish getting ready,” he told her. “I got first shower on the hall so that I could get out early. Usually it doesn’t take that long but considering that a bunch of the guys on my hall are doing a whole zombie, Shaun of the Dead thing, there’s a lot of makeup involved. But, they should let me know when they’re ready.” He glanced over his shoulder, hesitantly. “So, ah… how likely is it that one of your moms is going to come sneaking into the room any time soon?”
"I threatened them with no pictures for the scrapbook if they didn't announce themselves before coming in," she said, shrugging slightly before smirking at Jeff. "Why, are you scared? They don't bite, you know..."
Before he could chicken out, and he really was going to have to get better at this whole ‘kissing girls’ thing, Jeff slipped a hand into Genny’s hair, pulling her towards him and capturing her lips with his. It could’ve actually have been hallucinogenic lipstick for all he know – all he could say for certain was that she tasted good.
Genny had half a mind to pull back just long enough to get Jeff's hand out of her hair (it had taken almost two hours to get right, after all), but decided against it, instead scooting closer and resting her hands on Jeff's chest to steady herself. If this was what getting dressed up as a Doctor Who companion got her, she was going shopping for an Amy Pond outfit tomorrow (seeing Jeff in the Centurion costume wouldn't be so bad for her either, if she was being honest).
Oh yeah, she was into it, Jeff thought in triumph as she scooted closer to him on the couch. He broke the kiss just to take a desperate, gasping breath, but not to move away. Oh no, not one inch. “You… taste good, River Song,” he murmured.