littlegreengirl (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} littlegreengirl) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-04-18 08:09:00 |
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Who: Gaila and Scotty
What: Preparing the bar, revealing the last dream
Where: The Green Maid
When: Last night
Status: Complete
Rating PG-13, possibly R. sexual related trigger warnings
Another readout and another successful test. Although it wasn't quite the same for Scotty since Gaila had been trying to deal with running the pub since Varric's departure. A departure which - he's not going to deny it - totally rubbed him the wrong way. Even so, maybe the fact that Varric had been looking for something new to write about was indicative of wanderlust seeping in, and he did what he had to do. After all, Scotty had bouts where he'd taken off too, and maybe someday Varric would return. He did leave him that land in Wyoming that he could blow up, which was incredibly kind. And it had a missile silo as well, which was bonus points! It still didn't make up for the feeling of loss and upheaval, though. But he knew if someone like Varric had something in mind, then he probably was thinking it was better to go out and get it done. And his short n’ hairy friend had been restless, before his departure.
For now, Scotty was looking over the data and yes, he was using Gaila's computer to do that. Lucky him. He still would've rather had his sexy lab assistant and partner in crime there with him, to help out, but he was competent he could finish this out on his own and start construction on...whatever the engine was turning out to be...at some point in the very near future.
He powered down the tabletop atom collider which gave him microsamples and cut the coolant off, saved the data, and locked up, heading over to the pub which was no longer Mad Dogs but the future site of what he's going to call: Please Don't Ruin My Pub With Tons of Pink Stuff.
In he goes!
The computer was proving to be very useful, and a little flirty, though it was at its most flirty when Kirk was around. Go figure.
The old dog had been painted over, and a stenciled sign The Green Maid had been placed up, until Gaila could get a proper artist to paint up a sexy little green maid. No leprechauns here! Inside was controlled chaos. Decades of filth and dirt had been cleaned up, and the famous Girlfriend of the Year from the 80s has been taken down. Mourn her, folks, mourn her.
Gaila waved from behind the bar, which turns out to have been made of expensive marble and glimmered newly cleaned.
"Yer ruinin' me pub," Scotty mournfully said, sitting down on a barstool and throwing his arms out over the expensive marble shiny bar, like he needed to hold on for support, lest he fainted. "Why're ye doin' this? What'd I ever do tae you? What'd the pub ever do tae you? Oh, and I love ye, may I please have a wee dram of whisky?"
He was missing the dive aspect of dive bar, already. Scotty was not a man who enjoyed or tolerated change in his routines and things very much. Nope.
"Scotty! I had to or it would have been shut down for like...thirty billion code violations!" She looked frazzled, like she seriously needed organizational help. Or help in general. She poured him a stiffy and ran her hands through her hair, "I'm going to keep the general color scheme though. With new walls. It's very earthy and homey, and I like that."
"It wasn't ever closed because of that. Yer supposed tae pay aff the inspector like everyone else does!" he was moaning and groaning, but kept his displeasure contained for the most part, since it'd been two days and he was hoping to at least see her for a little while without the both of them having yet another row over crossed wires. He was staring at her and noticing how frazzled she was getting over the whole mess. "At least yer not putting pink everywhere, and that's a relief. Your goin' tae be green and bald if you dinnae have a sit doon sooner rather than later. I'm only sayin'!"
"I'm not going to break the LAW!" Gaila folded her arms and withheld the whiskey from him. For three seconds before she gave in and gave him the glass.
"I like pink but that would chase away everyone." She sat down. On the floor, and blew out her hair, "I have a consultation tomorrow. Or Thursday. Shit..."
She'd forgotten!
"Why dunnae ye try sittin' in a chair, Gaila?" he suggested and was worried she was not going to be able to keep up with this. Half the time she'd left the repair shop, she forgot to flip the sign to closed or lock the door or something. And he hadn't exactly been helpful either, with this, since he'd been trying to get the testing done to see if the hypothesis numbers matched up when scaled. "Dae ye need help with anything? I can fix things if ye want or need something fixed...an' ye didnae fire Joe, I hope. She made the best chips. I might not forgive you, if ye did."
"I would never fire Joe! She's too good at what she does. I'm hiring someone to help me organize the place." Gaila gestured with her hands around them, "I think we need some things fixed. Like most of the wiring."
She waggled fingers that looked like they had minor electrical burns on them.
"I love Varric, but damn."
"What were ye into there, then?!" he asked, after sputter-coughing on a sip of scotch, and grabbed hold of her hand to get a closer look at those burns. "Shiiiiite, Gaila. Be careful and show me where this happened, all right?"
She crawled to her feed and led him to the back, "I was trying to reroute all the speaker wiring, for the jukebox." She sucked on one finger and pointed at the rats nest.
"I'm goin' tae dae something that's a really novel concept and I'd like ye tae watch." Scotty made a ooo face and went over to where the circuit breaker box was, flipped the switches off where it was appropriately marked like most boxes are, and then waggled his hands around like ZOMG IT IS MADE OF MAGIC. He went ’nyaaah’ and stuck his tongue out at her, followed by a laugh and a kiss on the cheek as he drew near enough to get away with it. "I'll have it sorted in nae time at all, lass. Gae do what ye need tae do."
Too bad the circuit breaker box was marked incorrectly. Gaila grinned at him and walked over to grab some of the wiring to help!
One tentative touch and a resulting shock was all it took for him to wag out a hand, march over to the box, and turn off everything except the overhead lights. And that? Solved that.
He grinned though to let her she could work on something else, if she wanted to. "Nae, I've got this. I'll get it properly labeled after. It will'nae take long at all."
And in he went, rewiring like he could do that in his sleep.
"Please, I don't' need a lawsuit for someone getting electrocuted." She looked around, "I don't think he bothered to do anything with the place after he bought it." She paused to watch him, chewing her lower lip like that? Is hot.
"Nae, I dinnae think he did," Scotty was saying, in mid-rewire, and noticing precisely how big of a mess it was for the first time. He was really having to rewire a whole lot in there, and glanced over at her, flashing her a big grin. "Give me one more minute, and we can give it a test, okie dokey?"
"So you don't want me to switch the power back on?" She grinned, cheekily at him. With her finger near the switch.
"Not yet! Arse!" He half-laughed at her while snipping, stripping, and then twisting a couple of wires together. It was a quick matter of putting some electrical tape and a cap over it, and voila! Done. Yes, he has a lot of stuff in his trouser pockets. "All right, hands free and stepping back. Go ahead."
Gaila flicked the switches, and ..winced. But there were no sparks, and everything came back on. The jukebox roared to life with some good old fashioned rock and roll. Gaila jumped up and down, cheering, "That hasn't worked since before I worked here!"
"Brilliant! That's good. Now let me see about getting the labels sorted." Gaila even got a split second of \o/ cheering arms of mass win, before he jogged over, clenched a marking pen between his teeth, and started flipping switched until he could find the obvious things that shut off immediately within view. He marked them down, correctly. The rest would have to be trial and error and a whole lot of yelling back and forth, which they could probably sort out after the pub was closed.
She hoped they waited until the pub was closed, she didn't want to deal with it right now. Right now she wanted to give Scotty a proper award!
Drink was good? He'd accept all offers of liquor because he'd been sober for quite a while so drinky was good? She's not thinking about drinking, is she? Oh, she's probably not. Kiss instead? Yay, snogging the hot green girlfriend? That works too, right?
Try 'tongue down Scotty's throat' for a reward!
And 'press Scotty against the electrical box' reward!
That? Is quite some reward. It's better than scotch! Although he was wondering if his back should really be pressed against the electrical box because that doesn't seem like quite such a good idea. So shifting over...shuffle shuffle...there, much better!
The electricity would have added so much danger to it. Danger that turned her on, just a little!
Well then maybe she should've been pressed against the wall because he knows better, and liked to play it safe rather than be electrocuted or lose a limb! But, cheers, hot green girlfriend!
Joe poked her head in, "Ze kitchen ees ready for ze inspection, ma'am!" She tilted her head, "After you are done inspecting 'is tonsiles."
Scotty only held up one finger like it'd have to wait because the tonsil inspector lady wasn't done rendering a verdict yet. He then gave Joe a big thumbs up to let her know he'd heard her, even if it was only vaguely so.
Joe shook her head, and laughed. She left them to their privacy, and darted back to rule the kitchen with an iron chef fist!
Gaila pulled away, then nuzzled him, "I own a bar." She looked dazed.
Pheeeeeeew, she really did know how to knock the air out of someone, that's for sure. He gave her a reassuring pat on the back and looked a little dazed himself, and not about the pub, either.
"Are ye goin' tae be able tae handle owning it? That's the real question."
"I better!" She folded her arms, "The point of sale system is mine, anyway!"
"Aye? Well then that's probably a good thing it's yers anyway. Yer a smart lass, Gaila, you'll figure it oot in nae time at all," he assured her and pecked a kiss against her lips. She got a thumbs up to go with it.
Nodding her head, she pumped her fist into the air, and threw her arms around Scotty's shoulder, "If you think we can do it!"
"We?" Scotty eyed her cautiously and sounded profoundly apologetic when he next soke. "Oh, lassie, I dinnae know the first nor last thing about owning an' operating a pub. And I'm workin' on, ye know, the project we were workin' on before. Moon? Aye?"
"I mean you give me inspiration?" She grinned sheepishly.
"I dae? Well, then. That's brilliant!"
She flashed a grin at him, stroking a finger down his chest, "So much..inspiration."
He swore that he could know her for ten years and when she got like that, especially in public settings, his ears felt like they'd been doused in lighter fluid and set on fire. He grasped hold of her finger with one hand and gave the tip of it a kiss, and tried to apply the brakes. That always failed, though, so it wasn't looking like much was going to get done anytime soon.
Taking his hand, Gaila led him upstairs, into a nook or cranny and amidst much more wiring.
Well yay for that then! It's not like he's going to say no, because it was pretty much impossible to say no to her when she got into these sort of crazy sexy moods. She was full of magnets or something. He's convinced of it. Indee~eed.
Gaila rested on Scotty's chest, playing her fingers along his chest, "So uhm..about that last dream..."
"...mm? What about it?" He really hoped that upstairs nook was soundproofed, or he was going to start worrying that everyone in the pub heard a bit too much. He raised his head up enough to peek at her. "Do ye mean the one you didnae want tae talk about?"
They would get applauded when they got out. But in the meantime, she shrugged a shoulder, "Yea.."
His mouth made a little o shape and he looked around the room but was otherwise quiet, like he was holding his breath and waiting. After all, he'd been waiting for a while for her to say something, and he felt compelled to sort of...just, say it, "I have been waiting around for ye tae say something, ye know. But I didnae want tae pry before ye were ready. Are ye ready now, or dae ye want tae wait and think on it some more?"
"I love you. I uhm. I'm not sure how to approach this. It's.." She glanced off to the side, "It's disturbing."
"Well, I think by now ye should know I love you tae, and it's not like I'm goin' tae judge ye or anything? Maybe blurt it oot an' be done with it. Aye, that might help, sae it's not bothering ye. Because, tae be honest, I think that's part of why you've been on edge lately an' we've been having sae many arguments."
Scotty's eyes went wide because he hadn't expected to say that much, but oops? He did. He mentally scrambled in alert status, to try to put it right.
"I mean, sorry, if ye really want tae say something, simply say it. And if not, then it can wait. I just dinnae want it gnawing away at yer insides, if it's that disturbing an' maybe it'll help an'...I think I'm goin' tae shuttup now."
He clamped his lips shut and glanced off to the side as well. That corner of the office must be VERY interesting. Even though it looked pretty normal, all things considering.
"Its not that you're..ugh.." She hung her head, her hair tickling at his face, "I'm..not alone. My mother, this other mother is there. The green one. We're all green. I'm watching two men and a woman have sex with her. She's..." Gaila grimaced, "Giving me pointers."
"All right, that's like everyone's nightmare, right there, except in green," Scotty said, while making a little face, and looking sympathetic to her plight. He gave her a hug and stared up at her, with concern clearly etched on his face. "Nae wonder ye didnae want tae say anything. Are ye sure it was...ye know...a real...well, it's hard to define what we've been having as real but...ye know what I mean. And I'm not saying it might not be! Only that maybe the green thing's been in yer mind and...all right, it's probably real."
She braced herself, "It gets worse."
"How much worse?" he asked, his voice suddenly sounding very wee and tiny and small and such.
Gaila sat up, still straddling him, hair doing that breast obscuring thing, "Because I went next. It was a coming of age ritual."
"Well...huh...really?" He squinted up at her and then a wince crossed over his face for a split second. Not at the view, never at that, but because this didn't sound good where it was heading. He imagined maybe she wasn't a willing participant or something, and had blurted his thoughts right out of his mouth, before he caught himself. Scotty stared up at her, wide-eyed and a little horrified at himself for even guessing and letting himself get another case of words vomiting out of his mouth like that. Again. "Sorry. Gae on. I didnae mean tae try tae guess at it. I'm listening, really."
She shrugged a shoulder, a little nonchalantly. Not that she felt nonchalant, in the slightest. He was right on the mark, "I wanted to escape. To run away and never go back. It's like...a perversion of something beautiful but it's so...natural to them. Other girls were there and they looked forward to it!"
"Really?" He'd kind of turned his head to one side and was still staring up at her, looking very much like his brain was racing to try to put pieces of it together, and not coming up with very many reasonable answers. "Cultural thing. Dunnae make it right. Nae. Is there more tae it than that? Or dae ye not feel comfortable talkin' about it? Also, get doon here, I cannae hold onto you while yer talking about this stuff like I'd want tae."
Because maybe it'd be easier for her if she didn't seem him wincing, and make it slightly easier for her to say whatever else she might need to say.
Gaila nodded her head, "Doesn't make it right but it seemed that way.." She leaned down and rested her head on his chest. She was shaking.
"Oh, Gaila, lass...it'll be okay." Though he wasn't sure it was going to be. All he could do was just hold her tight to him and let her have a good cry if she needed to. Which tended to make him feel like someone was gouging his heart out of his chest with a screwdriver and a rusty spoon when girls did do that. He really couldn't think of anything else he could say to fix this or make it better. Failing that, Scotty petted a hand over her hair and said under his breath, confidentially, "If you need tae have a cry, yer secret'll be safe with me. I will'nae tell a soul. Promise."
"Do you think it means something? It can't mean anything, can it?" She shook her head, getting his chest wet, "I don't want to tell anyone else."
"I dunno but...seems like lately they've been meaning things, and I cannae say what they mean or how they fit intae things. Shite, Gaila, I'm sae sorry." He hugged onto her protectively and looked utterly miserable. "Yer not in that situation now though, even if it did happen tae you. See? That's good and I will'nae let ye end up like that either. Yer stuck with me, aye, and if I ever say a word tae anyone else, ye can beat the living hell outtae me. Deal?"
"NOW you believe in this shit?!"
"Well what else am I supposed tae say? Ye point oot that ye turned green after having a green dream, yer sending drawings that match some bloody toy that Kirk has. Everyone of us is havin' these bloody dreams an' ye expect me tae keep tryin' tae dismiss them? I just had a dream where Kirk saved me from drowning in some bloody pipes, before I was turned intae mince! Remember when I woke up sputtering, the other night and told ye I thought I'd gotten some lint in me mouth? Aye, that's what that was!"
"Oh.." She lifted her head a bit, "Past life..window into another universe.."
"I was thinking like a time pocket or a temporal displacement or something of that sort but...look, I dinnae know anymore. I simply don't." He stared into her eyes, genuinely apologetic. "Whatever it is, it's not what’s happening now, and yer here with me, you poor, poor lass."
She smacked him, "Don't pity me!"
"OUCH! Och, I'm not entirely! I'm simply sayin' yer stuck with me an' that's the pity part! I dae feel bad though if ye did gae through that, because I think it's shite! Even if it was a cultural thing, it seems back-arse-ward!"
But look there, Scotty was being 100% truthful! He was also rubbing a hand where she'd smacked him, and thankful it wasn't somewhere more delicate that he'd need later.
She smacked him again! A little less hard this time.
"Ow. What'd I deeeeeew?" That time he whisper-asked! As well as gave her a pleading look like maybe hitting him was bad? "Sorry!"
She hugged him tightly, whispering, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry tae, that ye had tae see that. And that I said whatever aff-handedly, because it's not like ye need me tae dae that with yer slappy flappy hands and...wow. I suppose I dinnae know how to shuttup all of a sudden, dae I?"
Scotty hugged her back just as tightly and whispered back to her, "I'm not goin' tae let anything happen tae you. I swear it. It's okay."
Gaila didn't need protecting! Okay maybe she did and she'll let it go and just take the comfort.
He knows she's stubborn about the protection factor, so he didn't press the matter any further than that, and was more or less offering in the event she needed it and so she knew it was there.
Comfort? She's getting it. He was hugging and not letting go. Nope, not letting go, at all.