Dr. Horrible thinks the status is NOT quo. (billy_horrible) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-12 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, billy horrible, tinkerbell |
Who: Billy Horrible and Tinkerbell
When: After This Exchange
Where: He’s picking her up
What: Going out for drinks
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Tink was nervous. What if Billy didn’t like the way she looked in Tiffany’s body? ...what if he liked her better now than in her own body? She wasn’t sure if she could handle either of those. Maybe if he just... sort of... liked her the same? Only that felt insulting, too. She wanted him to like her best with her own body, and second best with this one. But not dislike this one.
Once she felt like she’d had that settled in her mind, she could stop pacing. For a few minutes. Then she had to stand and pace some more because she had all this energy she couldn’t get rid of. She’d changed clothes like, six times before he was slated to arrive. Nothing fit right. The skirts were too short, the blouses baggy in one place and tight in another.
She was wearing the jogging shoes that Tiffany had been wearing when they swapped because none of Tink’s shoes fit the other woman’s feet.
Billy arrived in a timely sort of manner, parking his car and walking up to Tink’s doorstep with some trepidation. He didn’t want to treat her differently, even if she was in a different body. A little part of him was pleased she was still a girl, but that seemed silly to even contemplate.
Instead, he focused on where they were going. Somewhere close. Walking distance. So they could get well and truly trashed without needing to worry about driving. That seemed fair, right?
Except then he needed to worry about being drunk and being at her house, and that was already something he was concerned about when she wasn’t a different person.
He knocked on her door, like he had a dozen times before. Except this time he was chanting a tune that sounded very much like “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.”
Tink came to the door a moment later. She paused with her hand on the handle, and exhaled deeply, then pulled it open. She wore something of a smile. A nervous one. And it likely looked especially weird on Tiffany’s features.
“Hi.”
“Fuck,” responded Billy in greeting, and he frowned and twitched a little at his own words. That hadn’t come out right at all, had it?
“I mean. Er. Hi.” A pause. “You are very. Brunette now.”
Both of Tink’s eyebrows shot up at the curse. But she wasn’t frowning. Actually, a little smirk crossed her features. A very Tiffany-like smirk, even though it was really Tink inside pulling the strings. “I am. It’s... new. The whole thing is new. Do you like it?” She asked, giving a little spin.
An attempt at being playful. Let’s see how it comes across, shall we?
How did you even respond to a question like that? It was a complete and utter catch twenty two, and either way he’d look a bit shallow, wouldn’t he?
He twitched again, that stupid muscle right under his left eye, and then scratched at the back of his neck thoughtfully. “Well, I mean. It’s you, so... yes?” Shit, question marks were the devil. “I mean. Er. I like the other one better? But also yes?” Goddamnit question marks, go home, we want to get drunk.
Even with the question marks tagging along, that was the best answer. Tink gave a satisfied and relieved smile, then stepped forward to join him on the porch. “Good. Okay, let’s go get drunk.” Apparently, great minds do think alike. No matter what bodies they’re in.
Not that getting drunk was a super admirable thought, but hey. It was something. Billy deflated a little, as if finally relaxing. Clearly he’d passed the test. If that had been a test. Honestly, he wasn’t even really sure.
“I figured somewhere in walking distance,” He said, turning to go down the little set of stairs, with Tink at his side. She was kind of a different height, and that was weird.
“Walking distance is good.” Tink said. Her voice was lower. Raspier, almost. A bit sexier, really. Not that she really noticed. It sounded fairly similar in her head. She followed him down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. “There’s a place like, a half mile from here.” It’d take ten minutes to walk there, but was totally worth it.
“That’s not bad,” Billy agreed because hey, if there was a place there was a place. Walking wasn’t bad, and that wasn’t too far anyway. He wasn’t very subtle in the fact that he just kept looking at her. “Is it-- you know? What’s it like?”
She could feel his eyes on her more than see it. And it didn’t really bother her. She would have stared at him, too. Okay, so maybe it bothered her a little bit. But not in a bad way. She was just... noticing it. “I don’t know. It’s not that different. She’s taller. Curvier. My shoes don’t fit on her feet.”
Well, those were all things that Billy could have figured out himself. He’d meant more feeling wise. But maybe that just wasn’t something that could be described verbally. That was okay.
“Well. Not to be, er, weird, but I hope you get it fixed soon.” If only because he’d gotten used to Tink. As Tink.
Tink blushed. Deeply. She turned her eyes to the ground in front of them as they walked, grinning softly to herself. It wasn’t, er, weird. It was wonderful. She liked that he liked her as herself. “Yeah, I hope so, too.” She said, then bumped her shoulder into his. It was one of those movements where it was hard to tell if she’d done it on purpose or not.
He’d just assume it was on accident because he was an idiot when it came to people, and even more of an idiot when it came to girls he liked. Girls he liked in a different body? He didn’t even have a description for how he worked with that.
“On the plus side, you can eat basically anything you want and not feel guilty or weird, right?”
Tink grinned. “As if I don’t do that anyway.” Well, sort of. She did have some guilt associated with it. “But yeah. I can eat whatever. She doesn’t seem to have as much of a sweet tooth as I do, though.”
“Shame, huh?” Now would have been a perfect time to indulge in things that neither would have normally thought of. Deep fried candy bars? Something.
Oh well.
“Well, when all else fails; liquor.”
Deep fried twinkies. Shame about Hostess.
“Yes! Liquor!” Tink said with a triumphant pointing of her hand up toward the sky, then something of an evil laugh. It probably would have sounded even less evil coming from her normal body. Different vocal cords and everything.
They reached the bar, and Tink led the way in. She was excited to knock back some shots and try to forget the weirdness.