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Tweak says, "I'm not being ridiculous!"

Maggie Jo Sherman / Sif (sifwheat) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-08-08 21:07:00

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set, sif

Stupid sexy hair.
Who: Lucy and Idris
What: Lucy gets the munchies and jealous of Fabio and his sexy hair. It's time to out shine him in some form or fashion.
Where: The Lobby
When: Evening of August 8
Warnings: Intense silliness ahoy. That is all.
Notes:Lotto post!

Lucy had a secret. Well, it wasn't exactly a secret, really. She just never told anyone. She didn't really try to hide the fact that she loved to read Fabio's romance novels when she was high. She just never openly publicized it. That meant it wasn't really a secret, right? Right.

So here she was, in the middle of reading Fabio's Pirate, when she was struck by something on the cover. She liked to look at the covers of the books she was reading from time to time in order to giggle over the descriptors used to describe the man that graced them. They were flowery and ridiculous, and extra hilarious while high. Today though, she wasn't really giggling at him. She was frowning at him. Frowning very hard at him, in fact, for his hair was glorious and beautiful and real while hers was not. Women were suppose to be the ones with the glorious hair, not men. Yet, here he was, windblown and smirking at her mockingly on the cover, sporting hair she could only dream of.

She kind of hated him right now. At lot. She put the book aside with a huff and glared at it. The glaring didn't last long, because very quickly she realized she was craving something to salty and totally unhealthy. With one final glare at Fabio, she checked her hair, and headed for the door. As an afterthought, she headed back to the couch and picked up her book. With one final glare she shoved it into her purse and headed out.

After a short trip to a nearby McDonalds, she returned with a big bag of french fries and chicken nuggets. They both had sounded good at the time. They also smelled good, and she really didn't feel like lugging them all the way upstairs before eating them, so she sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby.

She dug through her purse to pull out her cell phone and caught sight of her book. She frowned and pulled it out of her purse and laid it on the arm of her chair. She eyed Fabio as she pulled a fry out of her bag. Stupid Fabio, with his stupid ship and the stupid ocean breezes that made his hair billow. She'd show him one day.

She was suddenly hit with an idea. Ships were made of boards. French fries were kind of like boards. Delicious boards, but boards just the same! She had an awful lot of french fries. With a little bit of work, she could probably make a ship out of these fries with a little bit of effort. A better ship than the one Fabio sails off on in his book. She would prove to him and his smug, stupid face that she was just as good as he was, sexy hair or not.

She slid out of the chair and perched in front of it, using the seat as the base for her future masterpiece. The floor was too dirty, naturally, but the chair was perfect. She grabbed the book and propped it up against the back of the chair so she could glare at Fabio for inspiration when she needed it.

Game on Fabio. Game on.

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counterbalance
2011-08-19 07:21 am UTC (link)

"No, but I can get one," he replied with a wink. Idris stood, his legs relieved from crouching. From a standing viewpoint, the ship looked a little bit more like a, well, ship. Sort of, that is. He tilted his head to the side as if that would help any. It definitely didn't. Idris shrugged. That wasn't such a problem as it had been at the beginning.

"I'll be right back," Idris said, nodding at the woman. He'd really have to ask her name when he returned from the vending machines. After this entire mess, he was certain it'd be easier to deal with things on a later basis other than 'the person I built a ship to rival Fabio's with,' which really wasn't the best way to start a conversation, depending on the circumstances.

Heading to the vending machines, Idris bought a can of Coca-Cola and returned to where he'd left the determined stoner. She was still upon the floor, which didn't surprise him.

"Ready to move this outside? Figure a 12 oz. is enough to...sanctify this thing."

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sifwheat
2011-08-20 02:45 am UTC (link)

She nodded and stood slowly, her joints creaky from having stayed on the floor too long. She grimaced and stretched, ignoring her muscles and their protests. She took the Coke and frowned. "Where's your drink?" Surely he was going to need one, too.

"I guess we can share mine. Unless you have something like rabies. You don't have rabies, do you?" It was always good to make sure the person you were going to share a drink with did not carry some form of contagious disease. She wasn't sure if rabies was contagious or anything, but she didn't want to find out.

She bent down to pick up her purse, digging through the bag to pull out her lighter and her ipod. Now holding a lighter, a soda and an ipod, her hands were clearly full. She gave him an expectant look. It was pretty obvious what she was trying to convey. Words were not necessary for him to know that it was now his job to move their masterpiece. Fabio was staying put. She wasn't done being mad at him, and he did not deserve to witness this.

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	OOC: counterbalance 2011-08-20 04:30 pm UTC (link)
	(we are squished more than fabio's marvelous biceps; moving this over to a new comment!!) (Reply to this) (Parent)

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