¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-23 20:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, billy horrible, tinkerbell |
Who: Billy and Tink
When: Night of the Luau here
Where: Gwen and John's place
What: Partying hardy. Or awkwardly. Whichever.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
The party had been going on for a while now, and Billy had chatted with a few people -- although somewhere in the back of his mind he found it both funny and distressing that Tara, Tink and Gwen were all in the same place at once. It was like the world might explode if he thought on it too much. Perhaps all awesome girls gravitated toward… this particular apartment? Maybe there was science here.
Anyway, he was busying himself with looking over the drink selection when Tink wandered up. "Hey," he greeted. He hadn't had a lot of time to talk with her yet. Now was a good a time as any, right?
"Need a drink?"
Tink was grinning as she came over to where Billy was standing by the drinks. She’d had no idea that he was going to be here tonight. It was a pleasant surprise, really, as she hadn’t expected to know anyone besides Tara. Funny how she met the girl and suddenly they were friends?
“Hi!” She brought her hand up to rest on his arm for a moment in greeting. “I’d love one. Did you see Gwen? I think she’s a bit drunk,” she said, leaning in as if that was some sort of secret.
Billy started measuring out the liquids as if it was an act of pure science. And in some regards, he supposed it really just was. “I did notice,” he said, looking over his shoulder at her for a moment. “Ten bucks she either pukes or kisses someone tonight.”
Tink laughed. “I was gonna say both... but let’s hope it’s the former, then the latter. Because eew.” She crinkled her nose up and leaned over so she could watch what he was doing. It was kinda awesome watching him do science.
Science was the best. Honestly. And Billy was remarkably good at it -- even if this wasn’t the most keen of examples. After all, mixing drinks wasn’t exactly rocket science. “Yeah,” he said, pulling a face. “That’s gross, Tink.” But funny. Tink was usually funny. He handed her a drink that she would find tasted nothing at all like liquor, despite a fairly high content of it.
Tink accepted the drink with a “thank you” and sniffed at it. It smelled wonderful. She was grinning brightly. “Sorry, yeah, totally gross. And uh... true.” She sipped from the drink. It was really good, and she couldn’t taste the alcohol. Even though she’d just seen him put all kinds of the hard stuff in there. Her face lit up a bit.
“This is really good, Billy. You should be a bartender.”
Billy laughed at that and shook his head before sipping at his own drink. “Yeah, maybe. But I think that’d require a bit more socialness than I care for.”
“Maybe.” Tink said, giving him a grin over the rim of her glass. “Well, you can be my own personal bartender, then.” She said, then sipped and set the glass down on the counter. “How do you know Tara? Or do you know Gwen or John?” She had only just met Gwen and John tonight.
“I guess I could,” he agreed, and his eye tick spoke up for him too, because clearly it had missed Tink. “And, uh.” Oh, there it was. The awkward. “I met her a few weeks ago. We went on a date...” Although that date really hadn’t seemed to go anywhere. And judging from the way the brunette hung all over that John guy, he supposed he could see why. It really always was someone else. “And, uh-- I actually met Gwen a while back at the laundromat.”
Both of Tink’s eyebrows shot up when he mentioned going on a date with Tara. There was a mixture of jealousy and disappointment that bubbled up within her at his confession. She was a little confused by that strange wash of feelings, but let it go. Tara seemed to be interested in someone else, anyway, and a date was a lot different from, say, a few dates, or actively dating. Not that Tink had a whole lot of experience in that department.
“Oh.” She said, giving a nod. “I have my own washer and dryer.” She added, but then felt like an absolute idiot. Why on Earth should that matter? Stupid, Tink. She almost facepalmed.
“I mean, Tara’s really nice.” She said, lifting the drink and sipping from it. Gulping, really.
Billy tinged rather pink himself at that comment. He’d expected awkward, and kind of had to admit to himself that he might have told her that just to see what her reaction would be. But now he felt something mixed between triumph and complete shame about it. Ugh. Not good bedfellows at all.
“Er. Yeah. But she likes that other guy. Obviously. So.” He took a long pull of his own drink. “I should get a washer and dryer.”
“You should.” Tink said, nodding. Finally she turned to look at him again. “I mean, they’re really useful. Though, I’m sure mine’s all gunked up with engine grease.” A beat. Silly, Tink. Saying stupid things. Must be the alcohol. “You like pineapple?” She asked, turning to the massive collection of fruit they’d gutted from the pineapples to make the fun drink bowls.
“I like engine grease,” Billy said nearly instantly, and then gave a pause. “I mean. Pineapples.” Because now he was thinking about weird things like domesticity, and washers and dryers and Tink changing out of her dirty work clothes. “...I like pineapples.”
Tink blinked at him curiously for a moment when he said he liked engine grease. That was sweet. She felt her cheeks grow a little warm, and then she reached over for a piece of the pineapple. She held it out to him. “It’s pretty sweet and ripe.”
He took it, because that was what you did when any girl offered you anything they advertised as sweet and ripe. Even if it was just fruit.
Forbidden fruit, Billy reminded himself, even as he ate the pineapple. With his mouth full, he gave a weird smile. “S’ good.”
Tink nearly laughed at the weird smile and the mouth full. She grabbed a piece for herself and ate it. “Y’know... pineapple has to be perfectly ripe.” She said, chewing, then swallowed. “Or else it can be really disgusting.” She had no idea he was thinking about forbidden fruit and her taking off her work clothes. If she did, she probably wouldn’t be babbling about pineapple. He made her a little nervous for some reason.
She gulped from her glass again, already warm from the previous drinks of the night.
He didn’t mean to make her feel weird. It was kind of a thing that Billy was good at though, sometimes. A personality quirk that he couldn’t get over; his ability to make almost anything a slight obsession.
“Oh,” he said, suddenly feeling kind of weird about it, himself. “I didn’t know that. Uhm, look. I have to go to the bathroom, so. Anyway. We’ll chat later.” Exit. Stage bathroom.
“Oh.” Tink nodded, now a little confused at the abrupt exit. “Okay. See ya, Billy.” She gave him a grin and took a few steps backward out of the kitchen. “Thanks for the drink,” she said, then smiled, and turned to head back out into the party.