Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
The dish-towel did what all dish-towels did. It flopped. Less dramatically, and more limply as it hit Tandy mid-way in the chest and then fell to his sneakers. Tandy, his hands consumed with pizza and his face studiously blank, glanced down at it. "You dropped something." His grin was quicksilver, and he blinked at the orgiastic turn the conversation had taken.
"Good to know the predilections you have, Sabrina. But I don't think plastic sheeting can be picked up at Costco the way a sheet-cake and solo cups probably can. Maybe we skip the orgy and run to the PG version of a house party? PG-13, I'm forgetting the beer." Another grin, this time wrapped around his pizza slice. Tandy was, for the record, unperturbed by sex. Girl!Tandy, which was how he thought of her, when he thought of her at all, clearly had it. The scam he'd bought his laptop with had involved sexual situations that had made him less comfortable, but that was because of his own personal, featured role. Sex was inevitable, and given Sabrina's (former?) career choice, it was going to feature in the house.
"And remind me never to volunteer for clean up for a party you organize. Not killing plants is an excellent start to your witchery." Tandy devoured the slice in three bites, licked his fingers clean and hefted his bag. "Can you show me which room is mine?" But okay. They were dwelling on Alex. Tandy thought regretfully of the encounter that hadn't exactly registered as precisely flirtatious.
"I think I'm just the first person in a while to be nice to him. Which is pretty sad."