¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-26 12:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, billy horrible, tinkerbell |
Who: Billy Horrible, Tinkerbell
What: Drinks. And then the Story of Billy's Life. (But not how you think.)
When: Evening!
Where: The bar where they met last time.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Billy had been amazingly happy to learn when Tink had gotten out of the hospital -- it was never nice to picture friends in the hospital, after all. Even more so when he'd been the one to take her to the hospital in the first place.
He'd spent a good portion of time worrying. So it was even nicer when she invited him out for drinks a week later. He'd missed just having someone to hang out with (Billy, admittedly, did not have many friends who could not be translated in binary). It helped immensely that she was also the epitome of gorgeous in all ways.
Tink was really glad to be home. She’d slept in her own bed, showered in her own shower, then cleaned out all the moldy food from her fridge. Yuck. She had to go shopping for new food to replace it, but that could be done later. She really wanted to get out into the fresh air, see people who weren’t sick, and have a drink with a friend.
She showed up to the bar, feeling much more human than she’d felt in a long time, and looked around for Billy.
Billy gave a wave upon spotting her. He’d already secured a table, as well as both of their drinks (he’d assumed she’d have what she had last time). “I see you’re back to a normal shade of person,” he said in greeting when she got close enough.
“Thank God. Blue just wasn’t pleasant. It’s so close to green, and yet... so far.” She gave him a smile and slipped into the chair opposite his. “Hey, you didn’t have to buy. I’ve got the next round.” she said, giving him a smile. “How was your sickness-free week?”
Green would still be a pretty bad color for a human being to be, Billy thought, but hated to point that out. He gave a half shrug about the drinks. “I’m not fussed,” he said “after all, I didn’t miss out on any work, you know? Speaking of that... it was. Uhm. Very sickness free?”
“You can just hide in your house for a week,” Tink said, playfully accusatory. “You don’t have to come into one-on-one contact with anyone to avoid an epidemic. My whole life revolves around helping people for a living. Dealing with cars. If only I could just play with robots all day. What a life, right?”
“What a life indeed,” said Billy, grinning. Because she wasn’t wrong, that was more or less what he did do all week. “But, you know. I do have to leave every now and then. For... laundry. And groceries.”
“Jealous.” Tink said, then sipped from her glass. “I’m jealous of you and my friend Scotty. You guys really have it made, getting to play and do whatever you want all the time. I love the shop, though. Wouldn’t give it up for anything. Except maybe that thing with the robots.”
“Scotty?” asked Billy, thinking. “He’s on the net a lot, right? Oh man, he’s hilarious.” He took a sip of his drink and gave a little nod. “I mean, as long as you’re doing what you like, right?”
“Yeah!” Tink responded, then broke into a wistful grin. “He’s great.” The dreamy, far-off look in her eyes along with the happy, lazy smile on her face should probably clue him in that she thought he was a little bit better than ‘great.’ She didn’t even bother to shake it off. “Right. I mean, I do like what I’m doing.” She added, finally trying to bring her attention back to the conversation. “And I love working at the shop.”
Oh. He was great. That kind of great. Billy didn’t need to worry about his crestfallen expression, because she was so intent on imagining Scotty’s face that she didn’t even notice his.
Oh well. She was an awesome lady anyway, and they could still have fun. Just not. The. Uh. French kissing kind.
“You do seem to enjoy it,” he said.
“I like it.” She was smiling, finally coming out of her glazed over look. “But enough shop talk,” she said, lifting her drink for a sip. “Tell me what you’ve been up to lately. You know, aside from work.”
Billy gave a half shrug, still a little intent on not thinking about french kissing. Life was really rough sometimes. “Not much, really. I mean. The county’s been kinda dead, you know?”
“I can imagine. Though, the hospital was hopping.” Tink said. “Didn’t get much done, but I got to read some technical manuals. That was a wonderful way of passing the time. I’ll need the extra expertise if I’m going to be successful in building my own robot army.”
She wanted to build a robot army. And she had a crush on another guy. Life wasn’t fair today.
“We’ll have to team up when we take over the world,” he said, jokingly. “I’d hate to have to fight you over Australia.”
“Ooh, Australia.” Tink said. “Yes, you’re right. Besides, you’d be no match for my robot army. It just wouldn’t be fair. You’d need some sort of really amazing weapon to defeat my army.”
Billy gave a haughty sort of expression. “I don’t even think your robots could fight off my robots. With death rays.”
“Death rays? I dunno. I think I’d equip mine with super Death Rays.” That was like Tink saying “infinity plus one” and declaring herself the winner.
Putting on his most “not impressed” look, Billy crossed his arms and gave a bit of a frown. “You and I both know that’s not a thing.”
“Is that a challenge?” Tink asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because I can make it a thing.”
Maybe french kissing was boring, in comparison to this. Billy always liked a challenge. “I’ll make it a better thing,” he upped the ante.
“I’ll make it the best thing.” Tink, again, was making the ante ‘infinity plus one.’ Therefore, she won. It was very simple in her mind.
“It isn’t possible,” said Billy, and it was clear that his skills in debate weren’t really all that amazing.
“Of course it is. You’ll see it, and you’ll be like, ‘that’s the best thing’ and you’ll put your toys down and give up the ghost.” Tink said, then lifted her glass for a sip, putting the period at the end of that sentence with a gulp.
Billy rose his eyebrows, taking a sip of his own drink as well. And by sip, I mean, he finished the whole thing. “Nope,” he said, going for the low blow. “Because you’ll be working, and I’ll have more time for perfection.”
Tink’s jaw dropped. “That was a low blow.” She said.
Billy paused, looking a little awkward for a moment. His facial tick invited itself to the party. “Well....you. You called infinity plus one perimeters. And that’s cheating.”
Tink paused. She wanted to say that she didn't, but she knew that would be a lie. It's not like she did it on purpose! She took a stop from her glass. Then swallowed. "I call dibs on Madagascar."
He made a show of considering that for a moment, and then gave a nod. “Fair. I don’t like lemurs anyway.”
“Good. That’s a done deal.” Tink lifted her glass to clink against his. “Cheers.”