Life Bites (the_hotness) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-22 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jubilation lee (jubilee), rahne sinclair (wolfsbane) |
Or like Zoidberg
Who: Jubilee and Rahne
What: There really are no words...
When: After Kitty and Jubilee talked
Where: Rahne's home
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for Jubilee
Jubilee's face was plastered to Rahne's window, like some demented serial killer from a slasher movie. Or like Zoidberg. It was more like Zoidberg.
Rahne looked out and blinked, then laughed. "Och, Jubes."
"Rahne!" She flailed her arms and ran around to the door, "I brought chinese food! And coffee! And something healthy for me." She made a face. It was the face of 'I really really hate this but for GOLD MEDAL I will DO IT.'
Rahne laughed again. "Thanks!"
She thrust the food into Rahne's hands, "Had to pester a friend about her latent lesbian tendencies, yo. What's up with you?"
"Not much had a pleasantly slow day yesterday," Rahe said as she looked at the cartons of take-out. "Friend of yours having fun?"
"She's got that verbal vomit going around," Jubilee replied. "The Hotness had to help her sort things out. She has a crush. Its adorable. Hey, is that cute nurse guy you work with still available?"
Rahne took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "I don't think he's attached. Havenae asked or anything, though. You interested in him?"
"Hell yeah." She made butt grabbing motions. How couth, Jubilee, how couth.
Rahne snort and almost choked on her food. "Your hilarious."
"And I think I caught him staring at me that time I was picking you up." She nodded her head, "Unless you want him, then I can help you pick him up!"
"Nah, all yuirs, Jubilee. Not interested in him for me." Rahne ate some more. "Ye pick the best food."
Jubilee beamed, basking in the compliment, and hugging Rahne from behind, "I figured you had a long day. How as work, Chica?"
"Not bad. No wrecks or anything major. Nothing too messy, either." Light days were nice; helped preserve energy reserves for the days where it felt the whole world was going insane.
"Anything weird up peoples' butts?" Those were Jubilee's favorite stories.
"No. Haven't had any of those."
"Aww..." She bounced around and sat down, pulling out her salad and wrinkling her nose. Doitforthegold. That didn't stop her from drowning it in dressing.
Rahne chuckled. "Celebrating now and again shouldn't hurt ya. Just don't celebrate on every day."
"...I should have gotten orange chicken." She looked at her salad, mournfully, before digging in. She also felt less guilty about the cake. But she wasn't bringing it up.
Rahne patted Jubes on the shoulder. "Ye can have some of mine."
Jubilee's eyes grew big, and round, "Yeah? Really? For serial?"
Rahne nodded and held out the orange chicken.
Jubilee picked up a fork and speared a few pieces of Orange Chicken, dropping them into her salad to create an unholy concoction of Orange Chicken Salad. Then she grinned and dug in, saying through a mouthful, "I wuff wuu!"
"Glad t' help." Rahne chuckled and continued eating.
Nomming in silence for a few minutes, Jubilee bopped to an internal sound track. She was excited. Her mood was tops. TIP TOPS, in fact. She poked a fork in Rahne's direction, "Are you catholic or protestor?"
Rahne laughed. "Protestant. Scots Presbyterian. Or at least I was. Sort of on the 'finding my way' thing." She stared at her carton of Chinese food for a moment. "Got a twisted view, growing up. Had to unlearn some things."
"Lot of hoes get taught wrong when they grow up." Jubilee nodded her head knowingly, "I think you've unlearned things! You're the least twisted person I know."
She held up a finger, "How about a test!"
Rahne raised an eyebrow. "What kind of test?"
Jubilee whipped out her sunglasses, and a pen and pad. Like some kind of psychiatrist. With sunglasses. And orange chicken sauce on her lip, "How do you feel about tehgays?"
"They have as much right to be happy as anyone, and they don't deserve to be treated as less than human just because of who they love." Rahne took a bite and chewed, then added, "And a lot of them are better human beings than the people who claime t' be better than them."
Jubilee grinned, "Thats good, 'cause I have totes have lesbo friends." She made a mark on her paper, like she was taking notes, "True or false. Horizontal tango before marriage, kosher or not?"
"I think it's best to tango only with someone ye really care about and love, and, realistically, a lot of people can't legally marry anyway," she said. "I'd prefer people just be careful, though, because STDs and STIs are not pretty."
Jubilee made a few more markings and nodded her head, "Very gutt, very gutt. Okay, one more! Justin Beiber. Devilspawn, or the devil himself?"
"...that one's tricky."
"Yeah, isn't it? Maybe the devil's sister." Jubilee snickered.
"The hair flipping thing he used t' do. I'm surprised his head didn't break off."
"He's a robot." Jubilee pointed her pen at Rahne, "that's the only farking explaination. A robot unicorn."Whatever you are smoking can I has? No
That sent Rahne into a fit of giggles for some reason. "Och, that game. I always crash."
Jubilee started giggling as well, "You have to like..." She demonstrated, waiving her hands around as though she were holding her phone, "And then you." More hand flailing.
"Och, that's not helpful," Rahne said, laughing again.
"Okay okay. Lets break out the game and I'll learn2play you." Jubilee grinned like a firecracker. And lessons? They commence!