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"I think there's a standard size, aye,"
Who: Kitty, Gaila and Scotty, and Kirk
What: Gaila lays a trap to get them to talk, Kitty and Scotty fall into it, and then attempted trolling gone wrong, Also, geek cred.
When: After Gaila txt'd Kitty but before Kitty called Xi'an
Where: Mad Monty's
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and kissing




"Are you sure he's out? Maybe I should go."

Gaila nodded her head, pushing Kitty into the garage, "Its okay. We'll be quick. I just want to show you that thing."

"Why is there a .." Kitty looked around, "What the hell are you guys building?"

"A space ship."

Kitty rolled her eyes, and in her best 'its a cave troll' voice, replied, "Oh, well that makes sense."

Gaila clambered up onto the submarine. Then she watched Kitty, "come on up!"

Kitty eyed it, then backed up and started running towards the sub. She jumped, kicking off the wall, flipping through the air and landing next to Gaila.

Gaila stared at her, "How the hell did you do that?"

Kitty grinned at her, "I'm like ninja." She massaged her shins. She was like ninja, but that didn't mean her body was fully conditioned for it yet, "Ow, I need to beef up my exercise routine."

"Just get in the sub." She unceremoniously pushed Kitty in.

If Scotty knew anyone was touching his spaceship submarine, he'd have a fine fit. Nevertheless, he's probably been sent out to do his least favorite thing ever: grocery shopping. Because that's the only thing he'd probably leave his makeshift engineering department for. Food.

Since Gaila had boycotting cooking dinner because of some supposed slight against her culinary skills, that left Scotty with a dwindling supply of ramen packets and sandwich makings. So that meant he had been stalking quietly through a store, looking quietly disgruntled, because grocery shopping was a boring side quest when he could be questing in the main storyline which consisted of building things to go places in. This? Was boooooriiiiiiing.

He got on a bus and was on his way back, with his three bags of ramen, sammich stuff, and beer.

And maybe a few more cans of Red Bull. And some chocolate covered marshmallow cookie things, that aren't exactly the tea cakes he loves, but they'll have to make do until he can get another carepackage from Scotland.

Gaila was waiting for Scotty, still sitting on top of the submarine. She waved him over, "Hon, I think there's an issue. I was running some diagnostics and there's a short or something. Can you get in there and make sure something didn't get disconnected inside?"

"A short? Noooo, there couldnae be. I just checked that, this week. Ye didnae touch anything, did you?" He dropped the grocery sacks on the ground and shrugged off his jacket, turned his baseball cap around backward, and dove right in without an ounce of hesitation.

Only, once he got in there, he noticed there was definitely some faulty wiring in the form of a certain smart arse inside HIS SUBMARINE, so she was getting GLARED AT.

"Oh my god, its a trap!" Kitty shot a dirty look up at Gaila.

"I'm not letting either of you out until you've settled things like civilized human beings!" The green woman slammed the hatch shut, sealing it. Then she went to put the groceries away and make herself a sammich.

Kitty grit her teeth, and returned Scotty's glare. This wasn't going to be fun.

"I'm goin' tae kick yer arse right back tae Orion, I bloody well swear it!" He paused, glaaaaaaared at Kitty, and then amended while pounding a fist on the hatch. "I dinnae mean a real arse kicking, but rather a harsh telling tae of the verbal arse kickery variety. And that was just a figure of speech, like the moon, but...farther away."

He added, darkly and stubbornly, "I have nothing else tae say tae you."

"Nice recovery." Kitty gave him a thin lipped smile, "That's fine, I don't have anything else to say to you either."

Jackass. She stared up at the hatch. Knowing Gaila, she'd done something that would make it impossible for them to open from the inside.

Scotty, at least, came prepared. He was cursing under his breath, because he knew just how well he'd airtight sealed the sub, but he always came equipped with enough tools in his work trousers, to see him through almost any crisis. It was then that he began to dump, literally, every last thing he had in every single pocket, and take stock of what to do. True, he had the plasma cutter, at least, because who knew when they needed to cut through a wall. Or a limb. He really didn't want to cut through the sub though, because it would compromise the entire hull and set the project back until it could be repaired, or even replaced. He made a hmming sound, staring at the tools and around at the interior. It was very focused pinpoint precision staring, like he's formulating plans. Escape plans!

Kitty watched him as he dumped out an assortment of tools. She narrowed her eyes, then reached into her own pocket and pulled out a handheld and a cord.

"I hate to say this, but we might need to have to work together."

"Tch! Tch tchhhh!" It was like the dog whisperer, trying to get a piddling puppy to stop what it was doing and pay attention. He pointed at her with a screwdriver. "Dinnae post a bloody thing on the interweb, either. I can get us oot of this mess, hopefully without stabbing you with this. Or ruining the entire bloody project because me girlfriend is a meddling arse sometimes. She's probably aff watching her fucking cupcake battle shite, laughing her arse aff, eating all me sandwich things. That's the way she rolls."

He continued to look thinky. But he was eyeing the plasma cutter, like it was up for consideration. Considering how airtight that sub was, he hoped Gaila realized oxygen was going to be an issue. Hello?

Because he had worked on the engine and stuff, not the lifesupport?

"I mean, I can hack into any software blocks she put up," Kitty replied through clenched teeth. "While you deal with hardware blocks. I thought you were a genius, genius."

She contemplated breaking his nose, but that wouldn't get them out of this mess, and she'd get blood on her shirt. She wiped at her brow, it was getting hot in here.

"I'm thinking, so fuck aff," he said, without hesitation. This was the one female on the planet he could absolutely not stand, and he was trapped with her. And it was getting stuffy. Things couldn't get worse, because he COULD get them out of there, by CUTTING through, but that was a last ditch act of desperation. He began talking to her like he was speaking to a retard, "The problem is that she's sealed it from the outside, and I gutted this bloody thing. I was working on the engine, not the bloody life support. So, if ye want tae have yer freak out over the fact we're goin' tae run out of oxygen? And that Gaila forgets her own arse most days, when she dunnae realize it's holding her legs and her upper body together, somehow? Now's the time."

He began trying to work at some hinges in the hope he hadn't done that seal check as well as he thought he had. Problem was, he was too thorough, and not a slacker. So the seals and hinges and everything were tighter than tight.

"Listen, you overgrown manchild, maybe I can override the door, if there's software involved! Or did you forget a computer system too?"

God, why couldn't she walk through walls like in her dreams?

"Gaila would have remembered the life support thing." Why wouldn't she have? Kitty scowled, and smacked her hand against a view port, "No. She's brilliant but can be really really...something. Sometimes."

"She's left and forgotten tae lock up or flip the sign, while I was upstairs with a bullet hole in me leg, you annoying twit," he said rather snappishly. "And another thing, she's the programmer, aye, but she's been busy with the pub. See those bins over there?" He pointed at them over his shoulder with the screwdriver, so she could see out the front windows of the sub, that they had taped labels on them. One of which was 'computer parts - bin 2C' and that should say enough about that. "It wouldae taken me about, oh, a day or two tae put them in? But the engine was in me head, sooo...that's what got sorted out first. She’s barred the hatch, on top of it all. Ye want tae give it a wee push and see for yerself? Now dae ye have any other questions, or should I get tae the point, and tell you tae kiss me pasty white scottish arse? Bloody intolerable, I swear it."

Plainly, Scotty was not expecting to get locked inside his own sub. Bah, humbug.

"Me, intolerable? I was the one that tried to make peace, but you hold such an epically ridiculous grudge that I'm surprised you're not related to the Hatfields!"

She shoved her hand held back in a pocket, then shed her outer shirt, revealing a tank top underneath. She was eyeing his torch too, but had a different concern than he did about the whole compromising hull integrity thing. Depending on how thick the hull was and how fast that thing burned, it could burn up their oxygen before he could cut through.

"Who's the Hatfields? If they're some American dumb arses, then aye, I'm not related. So sorry tae disappoint. And another thing, if ye simply admitted that ye shouldae thought before ye went publicly naming names and basically parading about with me girlfriend's boob pictures ON the bloody valar net, we wouldnae be here. WHO DOES THAT, REALLY?! Could ye not leave it as an anonymous hint? Then ye got snarky, of course I'm goin' tae hold a grudge. Let's say it was reversed and Gaila did that tae you, god bloody forbid, but you were me girlfriend. I'd hold a grudge against her. It's wrong on principle, that's why."

He was thinking of that too, which was why - when his work was failing to get them out - he took out his phone and began texting so he didn't waste any precious breaths yelling more.

>> Dear Gaila. I hope you realize?
>> I did not put in the life support yet.
>> So you may be finding us dead.
>> Unless you open this bloody thing
>> So we can breathe. Cheers, me.

Oxygen tanks? They were not there. Kthanx.

"The Hatfields and McCoys were two families that had a long feud. Lot of killing each other. Lot of grudges."

She poked him in the chest, "Fuck's sake I did! I apologized! I should have thought about it, I admitted that! I'm sorry you're so dense, maybe I should have used first grade english?"

Gaila looked at her phone, texting back, You have an hour of air. Use it wisely.

"STOP POKING ME! MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK BEFORE YE FUCKING ACT ON THINGS!" He glared down at his phone and then grasped it hard in both hands like he was strangling it, and gave it a beating with his thumbs.

>> There's pressure vents up top, you tart!
>> Open one at least!
>> I'm not going to forgive you for this either!

Blood pressure. So so high. Thanks in part to all that red pudding, haggis, and tatties (not to mention Scottish sweets) he's consumed over the present course of his lifetime.

Kitty eyed the phone he was assaulting, guessing Gaila was snarking at them.

Then she poked him in the chest. Again.

Meanwhile, Gaila was texting back Will do. After my show.

She was watching a rerun of SOAP.

Scotty thwapped Kitty's hand and gave her a pinpoint glaring at. Then he was right back to texting with his thumbs of brutal texting fury.

>> First off, I love you. I do.
>> But you'll get your arse off the couch?
>> And do it, right now.
>> Or you'll be watching your show...
>> ....in a fucking motel room.

That texted, Scotty scrunched up his entire face and just strangled his phone because it FELT GOOD to do that.

Kitty snerked. Than that might have been a giggle. Yeah, she was giggling. Because the expression on his face was hysterical. She held up a hand, "Sorry, sorry. You just look like you're about to bust something."

Gaila rolled her eyes, Have you two talked it out yet?

"A blood vessel that's what!" Dammit, it was hot in there, but he was stubborn, so it was a case of what's going to win out over what? And being stubborn and Scottish, he was willing to bet it would end up smothering to death, first. He read what Gaila wrote and - being the sort who was a compulsive truth teller - Scotty texted back:

>> No, but I'm not going to feel like talking much?
>> WITHOUT AIR.

That typed, he threw down the phone, sat on his butt with his knees up, back leaned against the inner hull, and glared right at Kitty. In full on stubborntude.

At least he had the sensibility to add, "No talking, save the air. And dinnae touch the phone, either." That might turn it into a boycott and then maybe Gaila would worry and have to check in on them.

Kitty didn't really have much else to take off, and she wasn't about to remove her pants or go topless with this man around, "You might want to try calming down a little before you hyperventilate the rest of our air away."

She wiped her brow, folding her arms and staring at him. He was cute. Why were the cute ones assholes?

He wasn't cute, he was average and pretty normal. He was also giving her a stare like he was most certainly NOT hyperventilating. He was doing....anger issue breathing methods. There. That's what he's calling it. He also pointed at her, like right there, she talked, and she should be silent, because there was no telling what Gaila was watching and how long a program it was. For all he knew, she could be watching some marathon of top modeling or amazing racing, or some seriously demented over-dramatical shite like that.

Stop wasting air! No talky until air is given to them. Then maybe they could talk, and have more yelling, and certainly more glaring at.

It was hyperventilating. Kitty glared at him, and started to fan herself by tugging on her shirt. She plonked her head back against the bulkhead and stared at the ceiling. Her necklace was bothering her, so she tugged it out so it wasn't on her skin, then resumed fanning herself.

A pressure vent suddenly flipped open, "Commercial! Want a beer?"

"Aye, and you'll pay for this later. Sandwich tae, please. Since you've got us held captive." He eyed Kitty warily, his chin tipped up defiantly. He even asked a wee bit too sweetly, "Did ye want anything? Coffee, tea, a one-way trip tae Mars, should I build a transporter?"

The breathing apparatus was not going to be supplied during that trip. That much was certain, because of the tone in which he had spoken.

"No thanks, already been to space a few times, apparently." Kitty quipped back, lightly, "I'll have that beer and sandwich though."

The hatch spun open, and a basket was lowered. It was a genuine pic-nic-basket. Inside were two ice cold beers, and two super-sandwiches.

Gaila peeked in, "That's not very nice, Scotty." She swung the hatch closed and sealed it again.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling tae terribly nice right now and...shite, did she leave that pressure vent open? Please tell me she didnae forget her arse once again," he said, leaning to one side and peeking, while squinting. It felt open because it was marginally less stuffy. "Aye, she remembered her arse that time. I think they’re open."

He immediately dug into the picnic basket for a beer and his sandwich, then sliiiiiiid the basket toward Kitty, with his boot foot. He was holding off on drinking that beer though since, hi, the sub wasn't exactly equipped with restroom facilities.

"You wouldn't want her leaving her arse around. Someone might want to tap it." Kitty joked, taking out her beer, and pressing it to her forehead, "Oh my god that's good..."

She was too hot to be annoyed any more.

Why did girls have to do stuff like that with cans of cold beverages? Scotty made an indignant huffing noise, since he didn't want to think of other people tapping anything involving his girlfriend. He's going to just sit there and angrily eat his sammich now. Grawrr nom nom!

Kitty put the beer down. Gaila obviously expected them to kiss and make up. She wasn't going to play that game. She was going to sit here, and stare at him. And eat her sandwich.

Which was a really good sandwich. It was even properly layered, with the meat separated from other meat. She squinted, and peered at the meat. She sounded amazed, "Huh. She remembered. No ham."

Kiss and make up, what? He didn't think so. In fact he's eating his sammich and looking slightly less irritable, because food seemed to have that effect on him. Maybe talk and make up since they were reluctantly stuck together in the submarine-spaceship thing. It was either that, or he tried to take a nap.

Also? They might have air, but it was still warm in there. He was really going to have to do something about environmental controls at some point or other.

Kitty was about two minutes from shedding additional clothing in order to fight the heat. Or ask Scotty beg Gaila to throw in some ice. She continued to fan herself with her shirt, "For being forgetful, she can be considerate."

It was really bloody hot in there. Even he had to admit, which was why he took his baseball cap off and began fanning his face with it, trying to polish off the sandwich.

"Aye, she has a tendency tae do that. Along with incredibly questionable shite like this, which isnae necessary."

"What were the odds of us sitting down to lunch without trying to punch each other?" She finished her sandwich and wiped her mouth with a conveniently included napkin. "Probably somewhere close to the odds of little green men probing rednecks in the ass, right?"

Scotty just about eyedarted at the mention of little green men, but his first duty, he knew, was to follow some shred of regulations, enough that he wasn't causing some huge paradoxical timesink by spilling the proverbial beans about aliens of any type, while imprisoned.

"Aye, sounds right. And if ye say so, but we all know there's no wee green aliens." Not in this solar system. Heh.

Kitty snorted, "I doubt they'd be so interested in our little rock to visit, anyway." It was, heh, logical that there was other life out there. Just wait until her first brood dream "Also doubt they're little and green."

"I think there's a standard size, aye," Scotty began to say, then caught himself being conversational, turned up his nose, and opened the beer so he could drink it while it was still cold rather than room temp.

"What? Like Star Trek?" Kitty laughed, "If you accept the Preserver theory they introduced in the Next Generation, perhaps, where everyone shares a common ancestor or seed." She opened her beer, "I hope alien life is more diverse and weird."

Geek cred

I never said anything about Star Trek. That's ridiculous, and it's probably more or less about that, because there are...were some striking similarities tae many races in that series." He cracked open his as well but was still looking indignant and snarky, not to mention obstinate. "If ye looked at some of them on tee-enn-gee, ye'd notice that a few of them were pretty bizarre."

"Well there being a standard size, I mean. That's kind of Star Trek's thing, planet of the week and everything." Kitty took a swig, "They always had two arms and two legs, and usually a thumb. Occasionally they'd have an extra eye or something. Thats not bizarre. The animated series was shitty animation but they tried to have more variety in species shape."

She pointed a finger at him, "DS9 had some good ones though. Especially the Founders."

This was entertaining, and she didn't want to strangle him any more.

Ice. Ice would be great. She finally snapped, "God damn can it get any hotter in here?!"

Gaila peered in through a vent, "Can't do anything about that. Sorry." Cheery sounding, and everything.

"Ye could let us oot," said a certain Scottish someone who was trying to stubbornly NOT tell the outsider EXACTLY about alien species, as well as continue to hold onto his grudge tightly with both white-knuckled fists. The heat was sort of making him NOT want to move around, compounded by the fact that they were drinking beer. "Water would be nice, if ye insist on keeping us in a sauna. Any alcoholic would be able tae tell you that drinking is dehydrating, ye know. It's why he get less of a hangover if ye mixed yer hard liquors with beverages that have electrolytes in them. I'm also not talking tae you for at least one week."

"Assuming I go without nightmares too, then I'll have a wonderful week," Gaila replied, grinning. She lowered in some water. And a single, small fan for them to fight over. Maybe they'll be smart and cooperate and SHARE the fan.

She had her doubts about that.

Kitty blinked, "Nightmares?"

"Nothing," Scotty snapped, quickly, and then glared upward at Gaila like HUSH NO TALKY ABOUT SPACE STUFFS. "It's nothing. Ye know, boogiemen in the closet, that's all. And I'd love tae see what yer idea for us using the loo is, Gaila. Och, take the fan."

He scooted it toward Kitty, and sat back with a bottle of water and the remainder of his unfinished beer. He didn't even look at her again.

"Don't be stupid." Kitty set the fan up and scootched closer to Scotty, then flicked it on, "I've been having weird dreams too. Are you dreaming about aliens, Scotty? Someone probe your scottish cherry?"

"Ah ha ha ha. No. I dream about silly animated things, like talking artichokes," he said in the snarkiest way possible, making it sound like a cartoon rather than anything remotely real. It, of course, was real, and it moved so that qualified as animated, but there was no reason to make it SEEM that way. His first loyalty was to starfleet and crew, so he wasn't about to go ruining that at all by blabbing to outsiders. "I'm not a fucking pervert. Get aff! Yer sitting tae close. Stay on yer side."

Stubbooooooorrrrrrrnnnnn.

"We're sharing the fan," She replied, just as stubbornly as he was determined to keep them on separate sides. Which was probably what Gaila was counting on. "Talking artichokes sounds fun. I had an orbital skydive last night." She snerked, "Okay I'm never complaining about fans again."

"How thrilling. Tae bad ye woke up before ye burned up and hit the ground in yer silly dream." Scotty was not about to budge because that meant he'd be retreating, so he simply leaned in an away direction, while staring straight forward, with a scowl.

"I landed safely," She retorted. "That was one of the better ones." She shrugged a shoulder, accidentally bumping her shoulder against his, "I'd trade for the artichokes. Or my friend's vampire dreams. I wonder if this has anything to do with whatever was in the water that made everyone start telling the truth."

"Stop bumping intae me. Scoot oooover," he said very crankily, and glared over at her like she was doing that on purpose to pester him. Of course, he was taking mental notes. Vampires. Great. There just had to be vampires, sort of like that one rumor in Starfleet about a planet that was populated by people who thought they were the embodiment of Greek gods. "Did I really ask if ye landed safely or not? Nae, I didnae."

"You just hoped I'd burned up. Sorry, no dice." She grinned at him, "Did the talking artichoke eat you? The irony there would be delicious." Although she hated artichokes. She sighed, "Too bad I can't really walk through walls. This would be a moot point." She tapped the shell of the submarine, "You really going to space?"

"No, we're goin' undersea and goin' tae talk with bad french accents the entire fucking time," was the decidedly smartassed reply. "Are ye always this nosy? Isnae that what got ye intae trouble, before?"

"Nothing wrong with asking questions," She replied. "If man hadn't asked 'why fire hot' we'd still be in the stone age."

"I'd happily be content if ye were sent back there and promptly clubbed by a caveman or eaten by a sabertoothed tiger." He was considering that this was quite like interrogation and he was stubbornly not going to crack. He even gave her a thumbs up. Like that sounded great and he totally votes for that.

Kitty rolled her eyes, and opened a water bottle. She promptly dumped it over her head, white tank top and all, then sighed in relief.

What the hell was that all about?! Why oh why would any girl do that while locked in a stuffy hot submarine with anything male, and especially when that male thing has a hot girlfriend already. Scotty made a face like he smelled or saw something TERRIBLE and scooted far away, so he could sprawl out where there was enough room to lay down, and close his eyes, and just pretended he was there, alone. Without any sort of makeshift wet t-shirt contest.

It wasn't meant to be anything other than a desperate attempt to cool off. She guzzled the rest of the bottle, and resumed fanning herself. It was like like he'd make a move on her, Gaila was a hundred times more hot than she was.

The thought occurred to her that she might have pounced him if Gaila wasn't an issue. She made an identical face to Scotty and scooted away a bit.

Well it wasn't like she wasn't cute either. Also? Scotty had a thing where - minus that nanny down the lane - he was always seeming to end up with girls younger than he was, anyway. However, he had peeked an eye open just in time to see her doing that. So now she was being pointed at.

"What're ye scooting back for? It's not like I'm goin' tae pounce you. I'm wearing more than you are, anyway."

"What? No! I don't expect you to pounce me. Why would you want that? I'm more worried about me pou...nevermind."

"About you...what?" He raised up on his elbows and craned his neck to stare at her, like he thought he heard something about her doing something that sounded like pouncing... .... ....

Scotty's eyes went very round. Very, very round. He'd bypassed saucers and moved right to dinner plates.

Kitty held up her hands like 'whoa there mister' and shook her head fervently.

"Why would ye be worried about that?!" It wasn't that he was angry, more like his voice just went high-pitched out of shock.

"I don't know! I have a thing! For foul men." She pursed her lips, "Well at least I know I still like men." She threw her empty bottle at him, "But why you?"

"I'm not really foul!" he protested immediately like that might be a good defense. He even shrugged up his shoulder and scrunched an eye closed as the empty bottle made contact. It was quickly ignored after it plonked onto the flooring. "What'd ye mean ye still like men?! I'm fuckin' confused right now!"

"I've recently come to a few realizations," Kitty replied, in that cave troll voice again.

"That's nice? Good for you? I'm really only foul on the interwebs and that's only tae you for the most part?" Scotty stared back at her like O.O and was thinking 'Gaila, y u do this?'

"You're a master troll." She mock saluted him, "I'll give you props for that." She was still giving him a good three feet of separation.

"Cheers? I think." He sort of saluted her back in return and then peeked upward like maybe Gaila could get him out of there, because it was not only hot but he felt like his face had been lit on fire.

This had actually become a sort of science experiment for Gaila. Kitty, meanwhile, was facepalming at herself, "I really don't know when to shut up."

"No, ye dinnae!" What? What sort of sick science experiment was this supposed to prove? "Why're ye ruining a perfectly good rivalry!"

"I never wanted to have a rivalry!" Kitty snapped at him, getting on her hands and knees so she can get into his face, "So I fucked up, that's no reason to hate me!"

"It was....aye, it was a wee bit that ye fucked up, but mostly the way ye acted like ye were oh-so-right about the whole thing anyway, that irritated me tae absolutely no end," Scotty explained, sitting up so he could try to back that butt up. He scooted until he was stopped by the hull and he couldn't go any further.

She followed, "I was trying to help!" Grr. This man.

"Dumb thing tae help over!" He held up both hands like he was being mugged at gunpoint. And it was a girl so he couldn't so much as lift a pinkie finger in self defense. "Could ye not just let girls who want tae flash their ample assets on the interwebs, free tae do that if it's what pleases them? I mean, sure, I'm not fond of it happening but it's their right tae do that! They just didnae need fingerpointed at!"

Kitty sat back, sighing, "They're free to if they want, but they really should understand the consequences." She chuckled, "Gaila does have nice breasts." She sounded..jealous.

"Well, if they're showing them on the internet, lassie, I think they're pretty well aware of what they're doin', ye know?" He didn't sit back or relax, he's just staying put. Thanks.
"Uhh...glad ye noticed? But aye, she does. I'd quite like it if they werenae all over the internet but it's her choice, aye. She knows exactly what's she's doin'."

"Yeah. I think she does." She looked up at the hatch.

"Aye, she's full of surprises." Scotty just sat there, eyedarting, hands still held up. It was like he was on the bridge again and Cupcake had a phaser pointed at him while he was watching Spock opening up a can of whoop ass on Kirk.

Kitty glanced at him, then held an finger to her lips and scooted closer. She whispered in his ear, "Want to troll her?"

Wait, did she just say the magic word? Scotty stopped eyedarting and instead raised his eyebrows up slightly, in that way that let it be known he was listening.

"We can make her think we really made up."

"Och, that's a good plan," Scotty said with a sudden grin, his nose crinkling up too. "She does have some strange sort of jealous streak now and then, but it could backfire an' she'll just want tae join in. What'd ye have in mind, lass?"

Grinning, Kitty suggested, "We could pretend to kiss."

"I dinnae know if it's right for us tae do that. What if me lips burn aff?" Scotty shrugged like it could happen!

She pulled back a little and gave him a dirty look, "Shut up." She leaned in and kissed him for really reals!

Scotty held both hands up again, not sure what to do with them, and tried to make his eyes stop bugging out. That was proving to be pretty difficult though. What was it with girls being like frieght trains around him, anyway?

Kitty added a bit of tongue. She was mostly waiting for Gaila to react!

Was the tongue really necessary? REALLY? He was all for a trolling, and sure, he peeked up to see if Gaila was peeking in, then realized he looked pretty unconvincing. It was only for a joke after all, and Gaila had locked them in there. If he was going to get revenge back at her, he needed to at least make it look realistic. Which was the reason why he lowered his hands to cup Kitty's face and pretty much just took the initiative by kissing her with just as much gusto.

Oh. Oh god he was good. Kitty groaned, with a little growly sound and dug her nails into his shoulder. Gaila peered in, and tilted her head.

This...was not so bad, really! In fact, it was rather good, and he made a muffle grrr noise at the feel of her fingernails. He was hoping she'd pinch him or give him a poke in the ribs for a stop signal, but he figured if she was smart enough to hack into things, she'd be smart enough to give him a clue that too much was too much or it was time to hit the brakes. If he didn't hear Gaila going 'what the hell!' or anything, that was.

Wee bit unexpected. If he had woke up that morning and been asked what that day's plans had been, this wouldn't have been anywhere on the list.

She felt more or less confused. But the kissing was good, and she was worked up from being cooped up and so she was taking it out on him, in a rather pleasant manner.

Gaila watched for a few moments, then cleared her throat, "So, all made up?" She was dangling half in the hatch, grinning brightly, with her own troll-face expression.

Scotty smiled against Kitty's lips for a moment, in what was his closest impersonation of a troll-face. Did Gaila just say something? He merely held up the one-moment index finger, before he went right on kissing Kitty to make it good and trollicious.

Kitty managed to not giggle into the kiss, though she started to grin a bit. To aid in the trolling, she dragged her nails down his chest.

Ouch! Good ouch. He sounded like he laughed and ouch-groaned at the same time, but it was lost against her lips and there he goes, leaning into her in response, and down they go toppling over. And it's probably looking a little more convincing because of it.

Kitty wrapped a leg around Scotty's waist, shifting a little and groaning into his mouth. She likes being on top. She likes being on bottom. Really, she's open to just about any position.

Considering he was on top, currently, Kitty can just keep right on enjoying that. While he's hooking his hand around that leg, his fingers curled underneath her knee. After all, Gaila barely ever let him be on top, so this was a welcome enough change. In fact, he was inwardly going >:D and everything, since he was pretty sure that this would somehow make Gaila angry enough to stop them. Right? Right!

Though, if Kitty did want to switch it up, it's not like he'd protest that either. Lady's choice!

Gaila glanced at Porthos, who'd stuck his head in with her, and whispered, "They haven't gotten to second base, but you haven't won yet!"

Just then, Kitty flipped them over and bit Scotty's neck, sucking.

That was a bit beyond kissing and it ripped a long groan right out of him. She just hit a sweet spot right there, with the neck sucking. Why oh why was Gaila not stopping this? And why oh why was he running his hands through Kitty's hair like that. Overall, he went from inwardly >:D to inwardly @_@ and at her mercy.

Does she see that look on his face? That's the all too familiar by now 'Oh that's nice lovey, let's just keep right on going' face.

He found her hair, one of Kitty's secret kink zones. She groaned, rocking her hips down and sucked a little harder. Gaila squinted. Why wasn't he going for the boobs! She wasn't about to give the dog ten bucks!

It wasn't right going for the boobs, was it? He was debating that, but dammit, Gaila HAD to be watching still, and he was going to have to just...go too far at some point or other. So she'd speak up. It was just really bad that it was sort of feeling really quite good at the same time. And there goes one of his hands, rubbing up the back of her tank top.

As in, up her bare back, because his hand was scooting the tank top up as it rubbed up over her spine.

Kitty arched her back at the touch, eyes fluttering shut. It had been really too long. Meanwhile, Gaila was checking a stopwatch.

What the hell, stopwatch? At least, that's what Scotty would have said, but he was already having shortness of breath and elevated heartbeat, none of which were symptoms of heart attack. In an effort to get Kitty off his neck, Scotty's other hand moved to guide Kitty's face up enough that he could kiss her again. No more neck, please. That was just going beyond trolling and more into the realm of pure evil that girls do.

Kitty was pretty good at the pure evil thing, but that kiss was its own form of evil. She groaned again. Gaila had finally had enough, and said, cheerfully, "You know, you're going to have to let me kiss her now. To be even."

He had almost groaned, but the minute he heard Gaila speaking, Scotty stopped kissing Kitty and grinned. Troll face grin.

"Sorry, I dinnae want tae share. I'm goin' tae start a harem an' have a space orgy," he said, like a cheeky (joking) bastard.

That said, he also mouthed 'I think it worked!' to Kitty like it was a great success!

Kitty nodded, panting, "Yeah..yeah.. Total space harem! I'm in."

"Yay!" said Scotty.

Gaila rolled her eyes and held up the stopwatch, "Eight minutes forty-five seconds."

"Och! I can keep goin'. How about you?" It was always nice to ask the lady if they’d like to continue, after all! See? He can has polite-a-tudes.

"Only eight? I was hoping for 20!" Kitty grinned at Scotty, winking when Gaila huffed.

"I can go longer than twenty," he said like he was boasting. He even grinned cutely, all crinkly eyed and scrunchy nosed. "I mean, we barely got started. It's really not properly done unless ye get all the rubby touchy tongue fingery bits in first, depending on time, situation, and what feels best...and then get tae the dirty sordid details."

Proper trolling also included making the subject of the troll totally lose their shit, so he was waiting for Gaila to say something, outright. Mmhm!

The more he said, the more Kitty needed a cold shower, but instead of losing her shit, Gaila just shrugged, "Okay, carry on!" She took out her phone and snapped a picture.

Scotty just eyedarted covertly like that was not the intended reaction. He even tilted his face up and around so Gaila couldn't see his expression, and bit down on his lower lip like 'plan changed, what now?' Eureka! Ah ha! He had it. Thanks, brain!

Whatever he had? Worried Kitty.

"I think we need tae get a room. I dinnae like having an audience. This sort of thing is rather personal, innae it? Intimate, even. Would ye like me tae show ye the bed? It's bouncy and roomy. I think ye'll like it. And I think I'd like rolling ye around in it."

He was pretty sure that since it was Gaila's bed, she'd probably be going D:< a little bit at the mere suggestion. And maybe even more so at the 'let's go someplace more private for fun times' suggestion, too.

Well, it worked! Before Kitty could respond, Gaila reached in and tried to haul her out of there so she could properly remind her man who he belonged to. Instead, she ended up a) ripping the tank top off and b) falling in herself, landing on top of Kitty, who then gave Scotty a face full of breast. The hatch clanged shut behind her.

After the initial ooomph of contact happening and a facefull of boob, Scotty just held up both hands again, like he was being mugged by two hot women, and kind of vaguely and idly wondered how he got himself into this situation. He had an answer though: Gaila started it.

Scotty just turned his face to one side and stared up at Kitty apologetically, with a sheepish smile. He also happened to whisper tell her as discreetly as possible, "Sorry, lass. Told ye, she has a tendency tae get jealous."

He couldn't fathom why, and this was the first time he'd ever done anything of the sort with anyone. He had a tendency to be very reliable and a wee bit too loyal, as it was.

Gaila growled, rolling off Kitty and then pulling her off Scotty and kissing her hard. She even got a few good gropes in before she crawled over her and planted her lips on Scotty instead.

Kitty just sort of lay there like a train had hit her.

"Woman, is your tongue six inches long?"

Gaila waved a hand at Kitty like 'go away' and continued to kiss Scotty.

It was the same train that was hitting him, and so both his arms went up in a hands held high \o/ motion like he surrendered! He gives up! She wins! Stop running him over with so many traincars!

Scotty also couldn't answer that question Kitty posed, because...yeah, it was impossible to answer. Sorry! He just raised one hand up a smidge and gave Kitty a thumbs up!

Kitty frowned, then sat up, crawled over, slid her hand into Gaila's shirt and gave Gaila a return boob grope, "Now we're even."

Wait, how was that...even...when did that come into things? Scotty moved his head back and away, breathing heavily, and giving Gaila a profound staring at. Just in case it wasn't clear, entirely, Scotty asked, "How's that make things even, precisely?" Via You two up to something??? Because one never knew if there was a reverse trolling going on.

Kitty made awkward hand motions, "The thing. She just did. When she pulled me off you."

Scotty squinted while his eyes were honed in on the awkward hands, and then he turned that stare directly on Gaila, for confirmation. STARING AT.

Gaila nodded, "I told you. I had to kiss her. It was only fair!"

Kitty belatedly covered her chest.

He was looking between them both, and then pointed out, well yes, that was nice to do Kitty, thanks....but Scotty pointed out, "Ye got trolled. And I hope that hatch didnae lock itself, or I'm goin' tae have tae phone tae have someone stop by and get us oot of this mess."

Kitty grabbed the outer shirt she'd shed earlier, and stood, trying the hatch, "Oh come on!" She was embarrassed now, and rather wanted to get out of here. And into a really cold shower.

"You cost me ten bucks!" Gaila pointed at Scotty.

That was good, because Scotty was going to offer her his shirt. But it was more hot and sticky, now, so that might not have been good, even if it covered up those fun pillows she had going on there.

"Good, serves ye right. Arse! Someone needed tae teach ye a lesson." He scooted out from under Gaila, standing up, giving Kitty a hip bump to one side and pounded a fist on the hatch. "Tae heavy for the dog tae lift. Dinnae worry, though. Uhh...I'll call Kirk. Aye. He's a day saver."

Scotty went for his phone, picked it up, and dialed Kirk's number. He even started to whistle a little while waiting for him to pick up.

Because even if the business doors were locked up, Kirk was enough of a genius to figure out how to get inside.

Gaila shrugged, "Sorry. I didn't mean to fall in. That was really hot. You two. You're both great kissers!"

Jim answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Uhhh...cheers. I think. Ahem. Oh, Kirk, good. I was wondering if ye wouldnae mind getting me oot of a weeeeee spot of trouble. If yer not terribly inconvenienced, that is?" Scotty laughed and eyedarted, but his ears were already a little red at the whole 'good gods Gaila stop making a big deal out of it you're embarrassing me' thing.

"Not all that inconvenienced," Jim replied, chuckling, "What's up?"

"Seriously, you have a long tongue, Gaila!"

"What was that?" Jim asked.

"Nothing." Scotty's voice just about hit the stratosphere there, and his accent was in overdrive. "Nothing at all. Umm? We're stuck inside the submarine. Hatch isnae budging again an' I'd hate tae slice our way oot. We were maybe wondering if ye would come here an' bust yer way in, an' save us. If it's nae tae much trubble."

"How the hell did you pull that off?" Jim laughed. He sounded a little...strained. Like he was a little worked up with no outlet.

"Uhhh..." Scotty suddenly sounded like his tone was kind of echoing Kirk's a little. "Well, it's complicated."

Kitty picked up another bottle of water and dumped it over her head. She pointedly ignored Gaila's giggle.

Jim shook his head, climbing into his car and starting it, "Define complicated."

"Trolling gone wrong." Or right, depending on who was asked. Because that was some serious win trolling. Awww yeeeeaaaa. Even if he was all ‘awwwwww guilt’ at the same time.

Gaila tilted her head, then decided to dump some water on Scotty to cool him off. For all she teased him, she was HERS.

Scotty tapdanced in place because he was just going to keep his back turned to both girls and avoid eye contact, because he was just a wee bit ashamed for getting a wee bit turned on involved in that troll game.

"Are ye on yer way? If so, brilliant."

"Yeah, on my way. I have to hear this trolling story."

He was ashamed? Kitty was ashamed! Confused and ashamed!

He was very ashamed! Because he was always so 'only with one person' and then this happened and he wasn't sure what to make of it. It was still absorbing in what he'd done, and if it was right or not, and it probably wasn't, and he is not going to end that day with a Scottish panic attack. Thanks.

"Uhh no, not really, never got a chance tae get started, lad, sae not a thing tae tell, I'm afraid. Och! Me phone's dying. Have tae gae, see ye sooooon." Scotty ended the call and tossed his phone onto a nearby console, going shiftyeyed. "We never speak of this, ever again. Agreed?"

Kitty looked between them and nodded her head, "Agreed." She ran a hand through her hair, "God. I guess I'm in the middle."

"You could be," Gaila purred.

Scotty just closed his eyes and squeezed them shut, even turning his head so Gaila could see his expression. See that? You caused it. He was making the >.< face at her, yep. Eyes skeezed tightly shut.

Gaila grinned, " I guess that's a no!"

"Sorry, that's a no. I have a one lass at a time policy," he said, still all scrunchy faced >.< at Gaila and everything, because she was a little green handful sometimes.

"Its..okay." Kitty waved a hand like 'omg its okay.'

"See, you." She pointed at Scotty, "Make me realize I still like guys. And you." She pointed at Gaila, "Make me realize that girl kissing is awesome."

At least Scotty wasn't scrunching up his face at Gaila any longer. Instead he was giving Kitty a staring at. "Ahh, so yer bi? Fair enough. Yay! I've done me part for lads everywhere, somehow or other."

"Seems so simple, just saying it that way." Kitty laughed.

"Rather simple anyway, isnae it? Ye like both, big deal. It's not like ye have tae be one or the other. I mean..." Scotty just jabbed a thumb over at Gaila like she was trisexual, as in she'd just try anything.

"I'm trisexual," Gaila confirmed, nodding her head.

Scotty nodded along with that admission like it was true and factual.

Kitty rubbed at her face, laughing nervously, "There's actually someone I'm developing a thing for."

"Oh, well, that's brilliant. Well done. I hope it works oot!"

Gaila elbowed him!

"Ouch! What'd I deeeew?"

"You answered that too fast!"

Scotty rubbed his arm where he was elbowed, and gave Gaila an incredulous staring at. "I wasnae aware there was a damned delay timer, that I needed TAE PAY ATTENTION TAE!"

And so it begins.

Kitty giggled, "It's okay. We're all a bit ..nervous and turned on right now." There, she can admit it.

"Aye, what she said. It's yer fault it started anyway!" And there, he's said that, right at Gaila. And there he goes with the Scottish glaring at, like it is her fault that this has happened. "Look what ye did."

"You're not at each others' throats anymore," Gaila pointed out. Kitty shot her a look, "Well technically.."

"She was on me throat," Scotty finished for her. And then tipped his head to one side and pointed to his neck, at the precise spot, where there's likely a nice mark left behind, since Kitty was sucking there. Thanks, Kitty!

Kitty eyedarted, "You liked that?"

"Are ye mad? Aye, I liked it. It was unexpectedly...quite...rather...it was nice." Words failed him for once, because he was trying to remain diplomatic.

Okay, Kitty was maybe a bit..proud of that.

Gaila eyed the mark, then leaned over to give him a matching one on the other side of his neck. Kitty watched that, unsure if she was glad she didn't have a mark to potentially try to explain to Xi'an, or not glad because that looked really, really nice.

Scotty almost tapdanced the WTF tapdance while standing in place, smiled apologetically at Kitty, then rolled his eyes upward like he was praying to whatever higher powers that be, to have Kirk show up quickly and save him from this fresh sexy hell.

The hatch swirled and then opened, and Kirk peered in, "What, having a threesome without me?"

Never in his entire this-existence, did Scotty look more relieved to see Jim Kirk. Except maybe when he was going to drown in a water pipe and end up blenderized. Even so, in this life, Scotty's head was tilted so he was staring right up at Kirk, and he was mouthing the words 'thank you' like he was looking upon the savior of the entire universe.

Kitty looked like she'd been contemplating the thought, but at the same time she looked incredibly relieved. That huge romantic part of her was kind of hoping to make Xi'an her first time with a girl, "Thanks for the rescue. No. No threesome."

"And no foursome either," Gaila added, eyeing Kirk like he was the devil.

"I owe ye, lad. Did ye have tae bust in? Is it the one time Gaila actually locked the doors?" He sort of gave Gaila a pat on the back like the party was over, and started to help her and Kitty out of the sub, first.

He held up a key, "She made me one earlier this week. For emergencies."

Jim reached down, and between him and Scotty they got the ladies out of the sub, "How did you all end up in there?"

Then he watched, incredulously, as Gaila gave Porthos a ten dollar bill and the dog trotted off.

"Oh just an accident, joke gone wrong." Scotty missed that but he'd be pissed off at the dog betrayal also, if he had. He was just hoping that Kirk didn't notice his accent was in overdrive, even if he did try to tone it down. "The lid closed and must've just jarred itself enough tae get sealed up, so...ha ha....all attempts tae get oot on our own were thwarted."

When both girls were out, then Scotty climbed out and sat atop the sub with a sigh of relief.

Jim wanted to ask about the basket and what looked like a torn tank top. In fact, he looked at Scotty, innocently, and opened his mouth to ask just that!

Gaila interrupted, "Jim, this is Kitty. Kitty this is Jim." Then shoved Kitty at Jim.

"Nae, not answering any more questions and..." Scotty gave Gaila a staring at like he was wondering what she was...nevermind, he just figured it out and gave her a wide-eyed looking at, like she was a bit of an arse. He wasn’t even close enough to be of any use catching hold of her!

Kitty flailed, missing Jim entirely even as the man tried to catch her, and fell off the submarine. She twisted in the air, landing, and rolling to her feet. ...That was never going to get old.

Scotty wasn't about to let poor Kitty become prey to the universe's manwhore though, and was about to protest as much to Gaila, when THAT happened. He sat there, staring down at the girl with one raised eyebrow, blinking profusely.

"She's a ninja," Gaila offered, helpfully.

"A real one," Scotty furthermore added.

"Wow." Jim might be a little turned on. And leery.

"That wasn't very nice, Gaila!" Kitty called up to them.

"I'm sorry! I was expecting Kirk to CATCH you!" Gaila glared at Kirk like it was his fault!

Scotty was thinking that every single one of those ninja girl anime programs he watched when he was younger? Had come to life.

"Not my fault you can't aim." He folded his arms.

"Not his fault or her fault, ye shoved her," interjected Scotty.

"Dae ye always have tae instigate this shite? Dae ye? Really?"

Trying to hide her own surprise at her instinctual reaction, Kitty retrieved a beer from another basket. Apparently Gaila had come prepared. She waited for Gaila's response!

Gaila shrugged her shoulder, "It seemed like a good idea at the time?"

"Ye have some really terrible ideas, ye know." Oh they are probably going to have a tiff now. And they were doing so well. "I think today qualifies!"

There went both of Scotty's hands held up in the WHATSAMATTERYOU gesture. Maybe she needs to just STOP.

Gaila actually managed to look sheepish, clasping her hands behind her back. Jim eyedarted, then started to climb back down the sub. He had to make sure the brunette was okay, after all.

Oh no he doesn't. Scotty took a very small, fine work screwdriver out of a side pocket, and threw it so the handle hit Kirk in the back with a little thwap. That done, as soon as Kirk looked at him, Scotty shook his head like 'NOOOO' at Kirk, because he was a wee bit concerned that maybe Miss Kitty's cage had been rattled enough and maybe she should go home to whoever it was that she liked.

Jim shot Scotty a dirty look. His own date had been postponed, and his own cage was rattled a bit. Perhaps a bit of mutual comfort was in order!

Scotty shook his head like NUUUU DO NOT DOES IT, MAN.

Gaila squinted at Scotty as though her plan had backfired. Horribly.

Maybe. Because Scotty did have that unfortunate smushy interior, when it came to girls. Especially ones that he made out with had unfortunately been locked in a submarine with.

"I think she maybe needs tae go home. Aye, Miss Pryde?" Hint hint?

Kitty sipped at her beer, taking the opportunity to calm and center herself. Over beer. Thanks Logan for the Beer Zen. She smiled at Jim, pretending she hadn't noticed the exchange. No need to make things more awkward, but she did give Scotty a grateful smile, "Yeah, I should get home. I have a new roommate moving in this week, so I should clean up for her." She emphasized the word roommate a little bit.

"Aye, maybe that's best." Scotty shrugged a shoulder at Kitty, and grinned a wee bit too sheepishly out in the open. "Good luck with that, then."

Jim felt cockblocked. He kept it to himself, "It was nice meeting you, Kitty." Nuu he could keep her straaight

Scotty would be all 'dude let it go and she can make up her own mind okay?' but he's sayin' nothin.

Kitty decided not to finish her beer. She did have to drive, "Nice meeting you too." She waved up at Scotty, "I'm glad we had that..talk. Later!"

"Oh right, lovely talk. Enjoyed it. Lots." He waved one hand with wriggly fingers like 'toodles!' And then he eyedarted and cleared his throat a little. Mmhm.

Gaila elbowed him. Again.

Scotty just gave her a look and then sat there, entirely normal. Nothing amiss.

Kitty grabbed up her bike helmet and jogged out. Both of Jim's eyebrows went up, "That was HER crotch rocket? That woman drives a really nice bike!"

"Well, she is a ninja. Would dae ye expect them to ride around on? They might have tae leap aff it in mid-motion, an' kick someone's teeth in."

Kitty saw a txt from Xi'an, and texted her back. There was guilt there, and a little bit of relief, for some reason. Then she revved her engine, a sound that vibrated into the garage and around the sub, before taking off.

"She really a ninja?" Jim looked up at the two of them.

Gaila shrugged, "That's what she said when she like..jumped off the wall and up to here."

Scotty shrugged sharply and shook his head like he didn't know. Then he mutely pointed over to Gaila, like 'what she said', since he didn't trust himself to speak just yet.

"..do they have ninjas in starfleet?" Jim asked.

"Well, I think there's some agents and such for intelligence and scope oot things for diplomats and diplomacy on planets, aye, but I dinnae think they're ninjas," Scotty was saying, thoughtfully. And the intelligence gathering sorts were sort of like...so quiet about everything, and secretive, it was hard to know what they did, really. "Someone's got tae investigate things, lad."

"True," Gaila replied. "She posted something earlier. A dream about her first kill. Hers don't seem to match up to ours. We don't have giant robots obliterating large population centers."

"I didnae see that," admitted Scotty. "I still have her blocked, but I suppose now I can remove that. She did mention something about space tae me, orbital skydiving, but I dinnae think....she dinnae strike me as someone I'd recall. Not a single memory of her and nothing clicked. And I recall everything from the part where we were goin’ tae go back tae Earth, forward. Entirely."

"She's...a big enough personality, to recall," Gaila agreed, nodding! "Although plenty clicked." She eyedarted.

Jim snorted, "They weren't that big. Nice handfuls."

Not a word. Scotty just gave Kirk a dry look, and started to climb down over the edge of the sub, like he was used to climbing on machinery and could do that even if he was sleepwalking.

Gaila hopped down after him. Though with less ninjatude than other women.

Change of subject. Scotty thought that was in order. "Kirk, if ye talk tae Spock, could ye maybe ask him about dilithium, and if it's possible, if he knows, how tae turn it intae a crystal form? Because we need some."

"I should get going." Jim decided to hit up a bar. Because he got cockblocked twice in one day. He paused, then nodded, "I'll send him a message tonight."

"Aye, cheers. I looked some things up, but it only really exists in a gas form, should be possible tae condense it though, what with the labs and things. Infuse a gem, see if it'll kick out a reaction. Anything would help if he has some input." Scotty waved a hand and looked apologetic, because of the cockblocking. "Sorry, lad. Sounds like ye didnae have a good night, but I do owe ye for getting us oot of there. Any time, aye!"

"Yeah." He gave him a look like 'thanks for ruining a chance with a NINJA' and then headed out.

Gaila put her arm around Scotty, "You did a good thing, honey."

Aww! But if Kirk needed it, in exchange, Scotty would willingly show up, tap 'stand back' in morse code, and blow up a wall to bust Kirk out. Yep! He owed him, big time! Even so, now he feels guilty as well for the cockblock. He winced a little and waved one last time, then gave Gaila a strange look. "What's that that I did? I just snogged on another girl, ye know. I feel more than a wee bit guilty."

"Saved her from Kirk."

"Och, that. Aye. I like Kirk, but...I think she's had enough of a rough night, plus she mentioned someone. It wouldnae be fair tae the other person, ye know, or her sorting shite oot for herself." His accent? Still pretty there and worse than normal. Scotty gave Gaila a pat on the back to reassure her all was well, and then nodded in an upstairs direction, like maybe they should just....veg for a while.

Gaila pulled him closer, "Shh. Relax. That didn't go entirely to plan but I think it might work out in the long run."

"I'm fine," he protested, though it wasn't like he pulled away or anything, even if he was still a bit miffed over the whole thing having happened. "Nae more of yer plans, lass. Ye make things unnecessarily complicated, ye know!"

"I don't try to overcomplicate things!!" With that, she dragged him upstairs. For snuggles. And claiming.

Because she might have overcomplicated things.