littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-14 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, james kirk, janice rand, montgomery scott |
"I was being offensive on PURPOSE."
Who: Janice, Kirk, Gaila and Scott
What: Sex contests and rings.
When: Last week
Where: Las Vegas
Status: complete!
Rating: R for very naughty words
Janice couldn't sing. But, in her mind, because of the things that Kirk was doing to her right now? She might as well be singing opera.
If only it were that simple, though.
Because a few doors down the hallway, in the hotel, Scotty had his nose shoved into a book about machinery. It was his typical response to vacation time, catch up on his reading and writing new things down. Only his quiet relaxation time was being interrupted by a small animal dying somewhere in the vicinity. If it kept up, he might actually have to tear his eyes away from what he was reading, and alert the hotel staff that someone was engaging in what sounded to be some pretty significant animal abuse.
Gaila had returned from having some fun, and was staring at Scotty like 'come on I'm bored lets go back out.' She tilted her head, "That's Janice!" She'd recognize O-screams anywhere!
Scotty actually did look up from his book, then. Because he hadn't noticed that Gaila had returned at all, so engrossed was he in what he was reading. Sure, it was backward technology, but still, someone could learn a lot from antiques.
He lowered the book just so the top edge hid the tip of his nose from plain view, and said from behind the safety of the bookcover, "Are ye certain it's not a dog dying?"
"No, that's Janice's voice you can tell from the pitch. She's a bit snooty in places and sure of herself." She winced, "And she's having sex. Wild, wild sex."
She was like a bloodhound. For sex.
He was staring at her, worriedly, like he just realized that fact.
"Okie dokey, then. Wee bit more than I wanted to know," he murmured, before raising the book up so his face was buried in it, again. He did see fit to ask, though, before he became too engrossed again, "Did ye have fun?"
Gaila tilted her head, she had a suspicion of who Janice was with, "I did have some fun. I missed you."
"Well I wouldae went with, but ye didnae want to wait," was Scotty's response. Even so, he didn't seem - or sound - too bothered at all. "I'm happy ye had fun, though."
Gaila shrugged, "You could have come with, I would have held your baggies for you, baby."
"Nuuuuh, that's all right. I'm havin' a fine time here like this. Aye, it's been very peaceful, except for the noise." He looked around the edge of the book and appeared to be listening. "I think they've stopped. Thank god, about made me ears bleed."
"No, thats intermission." And right on cue, it started up again. Gaila covered her mouth and snickered, "She's almost as bad as I am. Should we make it a contest?"
"No, that's all right. Even if we sound nowhere near that bad." He gave her a strange look, and bam! His face was behind that book again and he was finding the precise spot he left off at. Welcome to a running theme that all Montgomery Scott's share, no matter what timeline they seem to end up in: this is their shore leave. He is not the life of the party. And he only leaves his chosen comfort zone spaces under threat by captains or admirals. He looked to be turtling up in the hotel room, quite nicely.
Gaila squinted, and took the book, closed it, and put it on the table, "Get your shoes on, we're going ....shopping!"
"Buh? Why'd ye put me book away and...for shopping? Shopping? Really?" He gave her a face like he'd been forced to suck on sour rotten lemons, which are really very icky. "What if I dinnae want to go shopping?"
"I want to spend time with you." She purred in his ear, "You can watch me put on sexy dresses."
Well, when she put it that way, at first, that icky sucking on lemons face went away and his gaze softened a bit, like that was a lovely idea. The spending time together, part. Then she mentioned girls clothes shopping and his nose started to crinkle up like...he'd rather just give her a debit card and she could go use that to find sexy dresses and come back and let him stare at them, so he could continue reading without being asked if it made her butt look big or if the color was wrong.
"If not shopping lets go do sooooomething!"
"I was doin' something though," was the lamely offered response, as Scotty pointed over toward the book she'd thrown aside. "That."
"...Lame."
"What? Well, I'll have ye know, that...as much as I like seein' ye in the lovely and sometimes too short things that ye wear? You tryin' on clothes is not one of those boyfriend type duties that I'd be keen in partaking in. Better left with the element of surprise."
Scotty gave her a thumbs up and a grin.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "LAME. Get up. We're going..somewhere." She gave him a broad grin, "I wanna visit this place called the Fremont Street Experience!"
Now it was his turn to narrow his eyes. He was still giving her a thumbs up, but without the grin. Considering his girlfriend was an Orion, it was probably wise that he asked the following question:
"Does it involve strippers, prostitutes, or public nudity?"
"Well there's a strip club, but mostly it's booze and street shows."
"Booze? Aye, I can do that. But strip club and street show, ye know, I'm giving ye this funny look for a reason," Scotty said, while giving her the aforementioned funny look. However, he had to relent, even if it didn't sound like his cup of tea, because he had spent most of the day there, reading. Had to keep the girlfriend person happy to, after all. Which was the reason he got up off the bed and nodded, slowly, like he was being dragged to the executioner's block and accepting his fate.
"Well its like..a place..and there's this huge huge display above the whole street!" She waved her hands excitedly!
"Lead on, lass. If ye know how to get there." He did enjoy it when she was happy excited about stuff, because it was infectious. This didn't sound like it would cause problems either, so they'd go, and he'd be able to come right back, and pick up where he left off, reading about antiques. Go him!
She called a cab, and to Downtown Vegas they WENT!
Yay, downtown Vegas! Where Scotty has no idea where stuff is!
FSE was several blocks long, with a huge High Res display above the street, currently showing an explosive looking show! There were singers and people doing amazing work with spray paint and cloth. There was some sort of party or event going on and people were dancing everywhere. A bunch of showgirls had taken over one corner in front of a casino.
This didn't look too bad. He did seem pretty grinny at the high res displays, because shows that even simulated anything explosive tended to spark his interest. And look, not a stripper in sight, only showgirls. Probably with feathers and sparkles! They get a huge grinning at, because they were all sparkle pretty ladies.And unlike his prime timeline counterpart, he will not have anything to do with being suspected of killing any of them due to the disembodied space ghost of Jack the Ripper. Thus concludes this public service message.
There was a strip club called Glitter Gulch but the strippers were all inside it!
Yay, they can stay there, thinks Scotty!
Gaila ran around, and stopped to watch a man do amazing artwork with spraypaint, using his hands and cloth to smudge it into something that really belonged in an art gallery.
Art wasn't anything Scotty knew about. If it had electricity or a power source though, he was happy enough to oogle it all the livelong day, as well as get twitchy fingers to dig into it and see what made it tick. He was, however, refraining. Causing trouble on a vacation was not something he relished doing.
So he simply stood at Gaila's side, gave the artwork a cursory glancing at, and then was right back to staring at the high tech displays in a 'oooh ahhh' fireworks show sort of way.
"I want that one." She pointed at a forest that looked almost alive.
"Which one? Och, that's nice. Ye know what it needs? Fire."
"No!"
"Aye. Photon torpedo volley."
He was teasing. Mostly. Probably. Maybe.
She smacked him lightly on the shoulder, "You're a dick."
He moved to lean away, but was laughing the second her hand made contact with his shoulder.
"But I thought ye enjoyed that, lass!"
"I do!" She said that way too loudly, and brought a lot of attention to them!
"Good then. I'll continue to be a dick, because ye enjoy it." He winked at her and at least they were getting attention for banter, not for anything lewd or lascivious.
"You could dick me all you want baby." She grinned at him.
"Bloody hell, why do ye say things like that," he said under his breath, looking around to make sure bystanders didn't hear that. If they did, he shrugged apologetically at them, and looked appropriately sheepish. Because this was public and not the internet. Eeesh.
She shouted at the top of her lungs, "SEEEEX!"
Wince! Scotty tried to shhhhh her and waved both hands around like 'oh no, she's not with me. I just met this chick, ha ha.'
"SEXSEXSEX!" She spun around, "Pussy! Dick!"
He simply gave up and stood there, watching her with a long suffering stare, both arms folded over his chest. Is she done yet? No? Still waiting, then.
Finally, she turned, and shouted, "Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuunt!"
First an eyetwitch, then Scotty simply closed his eyes, and wished he had developed some sort of personal invisibility device, so he could activate it. It'd be a great time for it, really. With his eyes closed, he simply asked her in a very conversational tone, "Are ye done yet?"
"Okay I'm done." She grinned at him.
"Right. Brilliant." He finally dared to look at her, but not at anyone else around them that might be gawking. "Now, not that I want to start anything on our vacation and I'm practicing me anger management right now....but would ye mind explaining to me, why ye thought that was necessary? For future reference."
Because amused? He doesn't look like that how he feels, nope, not so much.
"No reason." She hugged onto him, "Something got into me."
He fought off the urge to just slap both hands over his face and rub vigorously, but instead stood there, letting her hug onto him, took one deep breath, held it, counted to ten, and let it out slowly. Yes, he did.
"I love yoooou. Lets get drunk!"
Giving up, Scotty facepalmed and nodded like that seemed fine. In fact, it might be a good idea. A nice quiet drink could very well salvage the remains of their jaunt, after his girlfriend decided to randomly have tourettes.
"Woo hoo!" She bounced in place!
"Yaaaay," said Scotty, though he still looked a wee bit shellshocked. "You pick where. NO STRIPPERS." He shook his head at her. No. Bad. Regular bar.
"Sure!" She led him to this place with 6 foot big glasses and girls in tight outfits!
Well that figured. Oh well, 6 foot big glasses! Go them!
It was like a hawaiian themed place. But? YUM! Gaila guzzled her own!
Being an expert drinker, Scotty had no troubles at all finishing his drink.
"Holyshitthisisawesome!" Gaila started working on the next one!
"Aye, it's not bad at all, really," replied Scotty, but he could not help but wonder how they managed to be on two separate wavelengths and still make things work out. Oh, wait, they used to have massive fights, right. Thaaaaaat.
"TRY THIS FLAVOR RIGHT HERE!" She handed him another drink.
Did he have a choice? Probably not. Not wanting to see the girlfriend make the pout face, Scotty shrugged and drank whatever flavor it was that he was handed.
"Woo!" She got some more drinks! "We should have a CONTEST!"
"Do we have to?" he asked, like he wasn't opposed but just...wasn't necessarily wanting to, either. "We could...simply...drink them."
"You're no fun." She pouted at him. This is the uber pout.
"...what...why're ye doin' that? Stop pouting." Now Scotty was sounding and looking a little irritable. "We should be able tae drink an' not have it turn intae a contest or you yelling about genitals in crowded places. Which is stayin' real classy, lass, let me assure yeeeeeeeeeeeew."You two aren't allowed to go places together anymore.
Scotty would like to go places but just...yeah.
"No, I meant you having a contest with him!" She pointed at a big, burly man sitting at the bar!
"I dinnae really want or need tae." He gave her a look like she was a raging bampot. "What's gotten intae ye?"
"Nothing?" She shrugged, and picked up another drink to start guzzling!
"Okie dokey, then." He shook his head and continued drinking!
"Why is it always something that's 'gotten into me'." She glower pouted, "Sometimes this is just the way I AM."
"Okay, okayokayokay, aye, it's the way ye are. Just ye know...shouting cuuuuuuuuuuuunt and stuff, really, ye know, ye might be comfortable with that, but that doesnae mean that other people are or have tae like it either." He shrugged sharply. "It's just the way other people are. There's no need tae be offensive."
Back to drinking!
"I wasn't being offensive." Pause, "Okay I was."
"Aye, a wee bit." To show her how wee it was, Scotty pinched his fingers together and scrunched closed one eye, so he could peeeeeek at how closely those fingers were pinched together.
She grinned, "I was being offensive on PURPOSE." :D face
"Oh, right. Trolling. Well done."
"You don't approve?" She frowned, her buzz suddenly gone.
"No, no, it's fine. Ye were just having a laugh, I get it now, aye. It's fine." He even tried to toast her with the incredibly large drink. "I mean, honestly, does it really matter if I approve or nae? I mean, if I was I was going to do something, then I'd just go forth and do it as well. Better to let it go." Drinky drink.
She narrowed her eyes. Drinky. drink.
He'd already let it go. Not worth arguing over, nope! Drink drink!
Drinky drink. eyes still narrowed at him. She drank. And stared.
Doo dee doo, he's looking around and drinky drinking, and hasn't noticed!
She put down the drink, angrily. Then got up, "Come on! They're doing juggling outside!"
"We havenae finished our drinks!" He stared at her incredulously.
"Oh. Right." She picked up her drink and downed it! Then she walked up and kissed him on the nose.
Blink. Blink blink. Smile? Then he said, "I think this place has overloaded you."
"Nuuu?"
"Aye."
"Nuuuuu!" She ran out, giggling!
Well that made him laugh at her! So out he goes, trying to catch up!
Gaila was climbing up a pole, trying to get a better view of something. She waved at Scotty below, "Come up!"
"Why are ye...what're ye doin' up there? GET DOON!" He held up both hands in the WHATSAMATTERYOU gesture.
"Come up!" She reached down to try to help haul his ass up!
"No, I dinnae want tae gae up there!" He flapped his arms around at her. "I dinnae want ye tae fall either! That's a safety hazard, ye know!"
And if she's wearing a skirt of any sort, he's going to have to stay down there and punch whoever tries to look up it. >_>
She flailed falling suddenly and catching herself by doing a cherry bomb off the pole, "wooo!"
"NNNGH! I told ye!"
Gaila laughed, her skirt dangling over her head, "Silly, I'm fine!"
Scotty righted the skirt for her. Quickly. "Yay for ye bein' all right, but ye know...it's a vacation. Maybe we can get through it without injury, mayhem, or blood bein' involved. What'd ye see from up there?"
She glomped onto him, "HOT DOGS!"
If there was a soundtrack inside Scotty's skull right now? It would sound like a cricket symphony. He gave Gaila a pat on the back and nodded. Hot dogs. Okay!
She led the march to the hotdog stand, "Two! ALL THE WORKS!" She patted Scotty on the stomach, "He's on a diet."
"I'M NAE ON A DIET! I'M ON HOLIDAY!"
So there.
"Okay, four then!
"That's more like it." He almost had looked indignant. Almost. Like how dare she. "With everything."
"Three for him, one for me!"
"Och, I thought ye were having two. I only need two. I have to think about dinner."
Where he'd devour everything like a starving man.
"Trust me, you'll be able to pack it away." She grinned at him.
"Trust me, I think I'd just like two." He grinned at her. Then he whispered to the vendor, "I'm saving room for dessert."
"Fine, just three, the works, then." She folded her arms like, damn u u win!
One would think so! It's his stomach after all, mighty though it may be!
She took her hotdog, and started nomming on it. Dirtily, while eyeing Scotty like 'mm mm this is sooooo good.' Mm Mmm Mm "mmmmmmmmmmm"
That? Only made him laugh at her. And maybe he sort of did the same thing, only in a very comically over-exaggerated sort of way.
"Oh baby!" Gaila grinned. She'd finally gotten him laughing again!
He laughed before!
This was different laughing! She'd nearly messed things up so it was a bit better now! She continued to blow her dog.
Ooooooookay she can keep doing that, because it's very silly, and he's just going to seriously start nomming on those hot dogs and they are gone, like he inhaled them. Someday his metabolism is going to slow way, way down, and he will regret packing away the food like that. This, however, is not that day.
"Nom.." She finished her hot dog and licked her fingers!
\o/ Yay, hot dogs! Though Scotty simply used some napkins, and left the finger sucking to Gaila.
"Right, all done then. Have ye enjoyed today's adventure?" He seemed ready to go back to the room.
Because, yeah, they'd covered drinking, weird streets, hot dogs, tourettes, and climbing poles, already.
Yes. Gaila sucked his fingers clean. Relishy goodness!
"Can we get a hooker?"
Umm...except he already used napkins. So there's not much relish there. And he's giving her a look that plainly says 'no.'
She sucked his fingers anyway.
"But..hooker!"
"We could pay her to sing showtunes!" She might be a little drunk.
No, rly? "But I dinnae want a hooker. Gaila, lass, sorry...but I'm goin' to have to say nooooooooooooo."
Scotty shook his head at her. Do not want.
"Gigalo?"
"No, not really. No."
"Damn." She leaned heavily on him, "Lets go baaack. And make Janice embarrassed!"
"Hmm. Mmkay." He nodded like that sounded like a good idea, yep yep.
She took his hand and RAN to get a cab. And maybe give that cabbie a show!
Yaaaay!
And more yay for frisky frolic times in the cab, on the way back to the hotel. However? Something is off with Scotty, today.
Nothing is off! She was having fun and being wild 'cause its VEGAS. Needed more table dancing.
Everything's grand, aye! Yay Vegas? He’s just going to look out the window a lot during the cab ride back to the hotel.
Wait, something IS wrong.
IT’S FINE, he’d reassure her, if it needed reassuring about!
Gaila peered at him.
Scotty eyed her like 'wut?' He was most blinky.
“Everything okay?”
"Aye. Everything's fine." Scotty gave her a thumbs up to prove it. "I'm just stuffed full of hot dogs. Is everything ok with you?"
“You seem kind of..not into it.”
"Not intae what, precisely?" He raised his eyebrows up a notch.
“.this? The moment?”
"Like, ye mean in general or....just the sexy part?"
“In general. Both?”
"Both? I dinnae know. I felt like I was having an fine time, just...ye can be a wee bit erratic, but nothing out of the ordinary."
“....Its my fault isn't it. I'm just being a little....crazy today?”
"Nae really? Ye just seem happy. I'm just sort of..." He pressed his lips together, flattened out one hand and drew a flat, even line with it in front of him. "Like that, today."
“.boring?”
"Oh, well, cheers for that. I'm sorry, I'm not a trained lapdog that entertains you on cue." And he now looked disgruntled.
“I didn't mean it like that!”
"Well what else is one tae think when their girlfriend says 'boring', Gaila?"
“Flat? Even? Needing to have more fun?”
“I love ye, but sometimes people need a spot of quiet. Not all of the time, simply...just part of a day, every so often. That's all. It probably happened at the worst of times, but I've never been much for goin' on holidays.”
“Oh. Why didn't you just SAY something?”
“I didnae want ye to get angry. Or disappoint you, either, for that matter.”
“Its okay to disappoint me sometimes!”
“But ye make faces and then ye go grrr and things. I like it better when yer happy. Sorry if I ruined yer day.” He made a little wince face, that was almost a smile?
She scoffed, “You need to learn to ignore me when I get like that!”
“Why would I want to ignore you? That's rude. I mean, I'm not the most polite person ever, but I dinnae want to be rude to you.”
“NO I mean sometimes I get a little bitchy and its not your fault or anything. I need to learn my place.”
“What?” He gave her a look like she's gone insane. “Gaila, there's no 'place' ye have to learn to be in. All right? Shite, yer not me wife or anything. I'm not goin' to be all, get in the kitchen and make me dinner, or such. That's not the way it's supposed to work.”
He hoped they were back at the hotel by then. They probably were. Yep, they were back and he threw some money at the cabbie.
“I mean when I'm being unreasonable you need to ignore the unreasonable ness!” She flailed her hands. “.wait you promise? No stuck in the kitchen?”
Scotty’s face went o_____O and he gave her the sort of stare that had crickets chirping in the background. “Gaila?”
o_____O even more and there was a long pause, with many more crickets joining in. He’d also stopped walking, so he could ask, “Why the bloody fucking hell would I want ye stuck in a kitchen, playing wife? That'd be boring. And I know how to make meself a sandwich, or ramen noodles. I managed to survive this long on me own. Miracle though that might be.”
“Well I understand I just wanted to be sure. You know. Just in case.” She whistled.
Stinkeye squint? She’s getting it. “In case of what?”
“..nothing.”
Sigh. Only not of the 'oh gods why me' variety, but the 'oh god what are you up to?' sort. Scotty gave her a stare. Like he knows that nothing means she's up to something. It's sort of what happens when you share space with someone. You learn to read their signals, and how to avoid certain crossed wires being crossed further, in conversations.
"Really? Then how is it, then, that I dinnae believe you."
She eyedarted, and looked around, "Lets get up to the room to continue this." Look, she DOES have a sense of propriety.
"All right, we can go up to the room. But I hope it's not simply so ye can try to cover that up, with sex. Because I willnae forget."
Into the hotel they go!
And Scotty probably jabbed that button for the lift way too many times. If his finger was a sword, it would have stabbed the button to death.
"Nope, no sex for you." She grinned at him, and leaned against the wall, sexily.
"Coming from you, that's a monumental statement." He leaned with one hand against the elevator railing and scrunched his nose up at her. "Ye mean I get a break from that too, on me holiday? Yaaaaaaaaaay."
He made sure to stick his tongue out at her for a split second, so she could tell he was only razzing her.
She gave him another raspberry and then darted out of the elevator and towards their room, like a bat out of hell!
He followed along at a not so fast pace because....too. much. foods. In. his. belly. He did hold up the keycard for the hotel room, and waved it around like he'd get the door when he damn well makes it over there.
If she had a card then yay! She can open it herself!
She totally had a card and was totally inside and totally ..ordering room service. She had a plan and it was time to execute it! That required eating in!
The thing was, Gaila + Plan (of any sort) = probably going to backfire somehow. Even so, Scotty was only expecting a talk maybe and some more reading, not a plan being executed. Or eating in, for that matter. Not that he's going to complain, because food's involved.
Lots and lots of food was order!
Yay, lots of food!
Gaila watched him eat, studiously. Staringly. Stare! "So. We should talk."
"Mmm'kay," Scotty managed to get out between bites of...whatever it was he was eating? There was a little bit of everything, and it was a easy enough way to improve his mood. Food really was the path to this man's heart. It made him marginally more agreeable to most things. "About what?"
"Because, ye know, just because today was a wee bit aff, dinnae mean it's goin' to be that way tomorrow," he pointed out, with a fork pointed at her, then dug right into his food and kept eating. He was just letting her know.
She'd ordered breakfast, lunch and dinner. A little bit of brunch. Some desert. A bit more breakfast, "Its okay. I want to...uhm..." She got down on her knees and held up a ring, "Marry me?"
Scotty's face had approximately 2.5 seconds of hang time to stare at the ring and then her with a expression of o.O and then he promptly began to choke on what he had been chewing on. It was crispy and potatoey, and it was lodged in his throat.
Which is where he's pointing while his eyes go bulged out and oogly.
Gaila flailed, jumping behind him and performing a heimlich!
It probably took a couple heaves but there it went, landing in a not quite sexy glob on his plate. Hey, at least he can still aim while choking. It didn't fly across the room. He drew in a much needed breath and went from a little blue in the face to very pale all of a sudden. Pale and kind of silent.
For once, mister talks-too-much couldn't speak.
She got him a glass of water, eyedarting, then laughed nervously, "Trololol!"
He gratefully took the water and began to drink it, the color gradually flooding back into his face. Ahh, she got him good. It was a joke! He snerked while drinking, causing him to sputter and cough lightly, before he set the glass down and exhaled with an audible 'phew!' sound.
"...wily lass, ye got me good," he finally said, pointing at her and laughing. "I thought ye were serious!"
So he's sitting there like ^__^ and everything at her.
TWO THUMBS UP for that prank, too. That's what he's giving her!
Her expression was very, very serious. For several seconds, then exploded into a troll face/laughter face! "Ahah hhahah..hhaa..yeah...yeah..." Phew. That was close, "Got you!"
Gaila grinned, and wrapped her arms around him, "You're so easy to foooool."
"Aye, ye did!" He pointed at her troll face, because yep, he'd been trolled good! He's still going ^____^ right at her and gave her a big hug in return. "Ye just like tae troll me since I troll everyone else on the interwebs, that's all. I probably deserve it."
"Did ye get the ring out of a vending machine? Look at you, ye even had props." He's so proud.
It's like she waved an animated gif at him.
She stuffed it in her pocket and laughed, "Yeah! Was just a quarter." She wasn't going to let him see it, nooope. She nibbled on his ear and purred.
"Well done," he said while still hugging onto her and smiling at the nibble and purring. He reached into her pocket and took the ring out. "I'm goin' tae keep it. It'll be like a wee momento of our holiday in Vegas. Wow, it's got some weight to it, for something made out of plastic!"
And he began to take a good look at 'the prop.'
Ohgod. She snatched it out of his hand and danced out of reach, "If you want it you have to earn it, Scotty!"
Nope, too late. Now he's suspicious, because he knows metal, and that definitely was not made out of plastic. So he's staring at her like it's slowly, gradually, dawning on him. Give him a moment, since this doesn't involve math, physics, engineering, space, space-time, transporting grapefruits and beagles, or anything relating to warp cores.
His eyes went suddenly very, very round.
She shoved it in her pocket again, and smirked at him, "I still have the reciept. I need to return it because I had to make it real to really fool you."
His face started to turn into a wince, of the sort that made him look like he was in some pretty severe pain. Even if he wasn't.
She grinned, toothily.
"Och...this' nae good." Scotty stood up and walked toward her, took both of her hands in his own, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Lass, ye know I love you, but...if this was a joke, it was brilliant, aye. If it wasnae, I dinnae want ye to hide that on account of me, because...I dinnae think we're, ye know, at that point yet. Aye?"
Meaning, if she was serious, he'd have to say no. Not yet. But he's just...not vocalizing that part, at all. Whoops.
"It was a joke," She assured him, moving to locate the receipt. "An elaborate one that was so worth the look on your face!"
"Oh, so it really was a prank. Well, then. Nothing to fret over." He sounded a little relieved, maybe even looked it, too. "I hope ye didnae pay too much for it. How much did it cost?"
"That's why I'm returning it." She winked at him, "You'd spot a fake in a heartbeat." She found the receipt, "Let me get my money back, sexy."
"Why not just do that later. I can go with you, if ye want." He grinned right back at her, with the greatest of ease.
"Yeah, we can do it when we get dinner!" And she'll just sneak in so he doesn't see the cost!
Oh no, he'll be going with. And he's pointing over at the mass amounts of food she ordered, like..you know, maybe that's a day's worth of food there. Why do they need dinner?
Scotty sounded regretful, "I think ye ordered too much. I'm goin' to explode."
"Oh yeah." She laughed nervously, "I got a little hungry." How were they going to eat all of this?
That's a good question. One he was also wondering about. "I suppose we could roll it down to Kirk and the nice organizer lady, knock on the door, and run."
That seemed like a good plan. It probably wasn't, but it was worth a try.
"Lets dooo it!"
"Here, I'll do that, if ye want to stay put," he offered, and removed his plate because....yeah, no one wanted to eat that potato glob. Eww. That's getting flushed in the loo.
"Okay, lets do it." She grinned at him, and tossed him a card, "I got an extra for their room."
"I was only goin' to knock on the door, not invade in on their...we know what they're doin'. Ye know, knock and run like hell." He had caught the card but shook his head at it. "I'd feel bad interrupting, since it's likely he'll drop the lass like a hot potato, the moment the holiday's over."
"But it would be funnier! And who knows, maybe they decided to elope and not tell us?" She laughed. Like that was the most hysterical thing she'd heard all week!
"That'd never happen. I'm sorry, we're knocking upon the door," he said with a chuckle at her, like she was terrible. He was already wheeling the cart out of the room, whistling as he went!
Jim? Was busy.
He couldn't eat another bite anyway, he'd actually reached his limit for the day, except maybe for dessert. Scotty wheeled the cart down and knocked on the door. Then kicked at the door. Then knocked AND kicked on the door.
"FOOD. WE CANNAE EAT IT SO...fuck it." He used the card, opened the door, prayed he heard nothing, rolled the cart in by using his foot to guide it, and slammed the door shut, after throwing the card into the room, so Gaila couldn't get it. PROBLEM SOLVED. HE IS THE GREATEST SOLUTION FINDER, EVER. Just not when it comes to relationship stuff. He even went \o/ with both arms held up, as he ran back to his own room! GREAT ESCAPE!!!!
"What the hell man?!" Jim shouted after him!
"JUST EAT IT, YE BASTARD!" Scotty yelled back, before he slammed their hotel room door shut. He leaned against it, and let out a long sigh. That could have been potentially traumatic.
So glad he heard and saw nothing. Oh so glad.
Jim started laughing.
Or he swore he'd have to stab himself in the eyeballs. Scotty held up both hands to Gaila, and let her down as easily as possible, "I threw the card in with the food cart."
That wasn't exactly letting her down easy, so much as it was just a blunt admission that she can't and shouldn't go in there. So there! Nyaaahhh! :P
"Aww now we can't troll them anymore!"
"They dinnae need trolled. Let them enjoy themselves, even I know there's a limit. In realistic settings, that is."
"See anything funny? At least?"
"No. I didn't look and I went 'lalalalala' to meself so I couldnae hear anything." Truth.
"Aw, I wanted to know what her boobs are like.."
He shrugged like he wouldn't know because he didn't ever look before, and he wasn't about to have looked a few minutes ago, anyway.
"Not even a little?"
"Not even a wee itty bitty bit."
"Damn. I bet they're perky."
"All right, then. You just keep thinking about that. Would ye like to return that prop now or later?"
He looked ready to go and get it over with, even if he was all sorts of full o' foods.
"Lets get it over with." She nodded her head.
"Sounds good." He grinned and was ready to go! Door open and one arm gesturing to let the lady know she should go first, for he was holding the door open for her. "Ye terrible troll."
She nodded, and bounced out of the room, "Race you to the elevator!"
She ran down the hallway, hoping to beat him to the elevator and get downstairs, first. Eyedart.
He tried to keep up, but thanks to the ten metric tons of food he'd eaten, fat chance there. It was a wonder he wasn't actually fat, too.
She peered out the elevator, "Slooow poooooke!!"
"Hold the door," he moaned like the effort was going to kill him. Maybe next time, one omelette, one hot dog, and one of however else much he'd had in the room before he choked on some potato.
"Fiiiiine." She held the door, until it was beeping, buzzing and complaining.
Finally, he made it into the elevator. And yes, he let her punch the buttons. Eeesh. Otherwise they'd get slappy hands and bicker over them.
Gaila punched ALL the buttons!
"What'd ye do that for?!" Looks like they're going to bicker anyway.
She grinned, "It's fun."
"It's goin' to take forever now!"
She grinned and kissed him.
That shut him up at least, so looks like the bickering might be paused for the moment.
And they get to kiss until the elevator reaches the casino level!
Huzzah!
THAT was her plan all along, really!
Oh Gaila. You so romance and pervy smart. He's enjoying her plan at least, so go them!
The elevator was slowvator!
Indeed, it was.
They'll get around to returning the ring when they get around to it, looks like.
Scotty: *well does love the girl on a level that is pretty much outrageously STUPID ARSE, that's how much he loves her* *but is just going to make out with her in the slow lift of whoaness*
Gaila was hoping for elevator sex?
Naaaaaaaah, he was going to make her wait this time! Scotty hopped out when it finally got to the ground floor! He abruptly stopped kissing her and eveyrthing. Epic triumph!
The door opened and a kid stared at them.
Scotty stared back at the kid. “What? What're ye starin' at? Go away. Read a book, make yerself smarter.”
“Is that a rocket in your pocket or are you happy to see her?”
"Ha! I'm to stuffed to spring one of those. It's a this." Reaches into his pocket and pulled out a wrench. "Want me to clock ye upside yer smart arse head with it? No? Then get lost ye wee bampot."
The kid took an upskirt of Gaila and RAN!
OH NO THAT KID DIDNAE DO THAT. Scotty ran like hell and, because he had longer legs, caught up and grabbed the kid by the scruff of it's neck, via the t-shirt the critter was wearing.
“Gimme that, ye wee brat. Ye bloody pervert. Where's yer parents. I'm goin' to tell them what yer up to,” he grumbled, with a glowering glare like his eyes were going to burn holes right through the kid's skull.
“Already txted it to the internet!” He grinned with glee!
Did he now? Scotty grabbed the phone, camera, whatever it was. He dropped it, STOMPED on it a few times, then lets go of the kid. Problem solved!
“Have a lovely day, ye wee bastard. Oh. And if yer a girl, then I'm sorry, ye dinnae look like one. And yer a wee bitch.”
Scotty doesn't mince words apparently. With anything or anyone.
Gaila looked horrified, “Scotty! Don't BREAK it!”
The kid’s mama, a rather large woman, stormed up, “Hey! You’re paying for that!!”
“Like hell I am. Mind yer bloody bairn, ye walking house. He's taking pictures up lassies' skirts. If he tried tae take one up yers, he'd need a fucking wide-angle lens.”
The woman folded her arms and got up in his face, “THAT PHONE COSE A HUNDRED DOLLARS LITTLE BOY!”
“ASK ME IF I SHOULD GIVE A FLYING FUCK, BECAUSE ME GIVE A FUCK METER'S ON ZERO!” He was glaring right back at the brick house, and not backing away. Size, in this case, didn’t matter. “Teach yer bloody child some manners! Future fuckin' porn photographer's what it is! Probably goin' tae run a website full of upskirt shots of barely legal teen girls someday!”
She poked him in the chest, “PAY FOR THE PHONE!”
Scotty leaned in against her finger poke and was the perfect picture of Scottish obstinace, as he told her, “Get. fucking. BENT.”
“Maybe we should pay her for the phone and go, Scotty.”
“No, I'm not paying her shite. Her brat just took a picture up yer skirt, and put it on the internet. Serves her right. She wasnae watching her obnoxious wee spawn, she obviously didnae teach it any manners, and I'm past caring if it's broken or not. It's yer own damn fault, mind yer child next time.”
Once again with the chest poke!
Nope, he was still not budging, other than one eyebrow crooking up a little higher than the other. His chin tilted up, defiantly. His nose was raised, indignantly. It was on. It was time for a proper GLARE OFF.
The woman glared, and poked again!
Scotty was not lifting a finger. He didn't have to. Instead, he was giving the woman a fiery glare of a thousand burning suns engulfing several planets in a catastrophic blaze of destruction. Go on, that glare said without words, he dares you to go past a poke, ye big bitch! He was pretty sure there were cameras everywhere, and he would love to see yer kid having to wait for mum to get out of processing in jail for taking things into the realm of physical pain.
Scotty firmly folded his arms and pursed his lips. He’s not budging.
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE!
Gaila tugged on Scotty’s arm, trying to end this before it escalated.
He was trying to dig in his heels and stay put, while making a bah noise at Gaila trying to get him to move. He's not having it!
“Ye goin' tae keep poking? Go ahead, break yer finger for all I fuckin' care.” Scotty even leaaaaaaaaned in the opposite direction of the tug so he was staying put.
Fed up, the woman waved security over, shouting, “THIS MAN BROKE MY SON'S PHONE!!!”
“Aye, security, she's gotten physical! And she's letting her brat take pics up women's skirts!” He gave the woman a split second grin. “If I'm goin' down, ye bitch, I'm taking ye with me,” he added under his breath.
“I'm not getting physical! YOU PUT YOUR CHEST ON MY FINGER!”
“I think ye poked me hard enough and often enough to leave a bruise. After all, I'm quite pastey,” he was saying loud enough for everyone to hear, without outright yelling. He tugged out the neck of his t-shirt, nodded like mmhm when he got a look at his chest, and pulled it down more to show her and the security persons.
“Aye, she's accosted me. Ugh, it hurts, so much. It's bloody terrible. I might need hospital soon, I think I'm having chestpains.” Scotty pointed at the red mark! “World's goin' dim. I feel clammy. I think there's a pain in me left arm. Heart's poundin' like a drum.”
“I did not!!” She resisted as security drug her off and around the corner.
Security hauls her off!
Scotty shook his head like that was shameful and then stared down at the kid. “Are ye goin' tae take photos up a lass' skirt ever again?”
“Yes. That was awesome! Thank you!” He ran off, singing ‘freeeedoooooom!’
“FUCKER!” Grawrr went Scotty, as he raised a fist in the air and shook it, like that damn kid was on his lawn and he’d best run before he whapped it with the kitchen broom. “I was goin' to give the kid some money because I felt bad about havin' his mum hauled off, but now he can get FUCKED!”
“We got used..” Gaila shook her head and started laughing.
“YE WEE BASTARD!” He continued shaking fist at the retreating kid to get the angry point across. Another grawrr and he finally stopped, as the kid was out of sight already.
He took hold of her hand and felt a wee bit out of sorts now, but mostly because he didn’t want people doing that to his girlfriend. Damn it.
Gaila tried to go into the shop to return the ring. She didn’t want Scotty to follow her, and find out how much that ring really cost.
Scotty, however, was with her the entire time, because he wasn’t about to wait outside, like some dog tied to a lamppost waiting for it’s master to come back. He was going in to look at stuff! If she went in the shop, he was going in with her!
Maybe in case more pictures happen. But mostly because he doesn’t want to wait outside like he’s got a thumb shoved up his ass.
“I'm fine! don't babysit!”
“What's the problem, here? I'm simply standing next to you. I stand next to you all of the time,” he said, a little grumpily.
“No one else is gonna start taking pictures of my panties again.”
“What the hell? I'm only standing here. Do what ye have to do.” He stared at her like WHAT IS THE PROBLEM HERE??? HE DOES NOT KNOW.
“ ..you're watching. Its like....making me nervous. I don't like people watching over my shoulder?” She was giving him the ‘go away and leave me the fuck alone’ look.
“What? Ye watch over me own shoulder all of the time. I've peeked over yer shoulder before and ye didnae say anything. What's the problem, yer simply returning a ring. So return it. It's not like I dinnae know ye got one.” Now it was less of what-is-the-problem and more he was looking at her very strangely, because she was being a little weird.
“Fine. “ Sensing she wouldn’t win this one, she went ahead and returned it.
“Fine.” He waited by her side, though he was looking at stuff in the cases, just for lack of things to do.
The ring was like three hundred bucks, and she tried to hide the receipt, “Okay, lets go gamble!”
......well that can't be right? Scotty kind of knit his brows together while staring down at jewellry type things in a metal appreciation moment, then eyed her, like yeah, he's suspicious.
“...all right, let's.”
“Blackjack!” She threw up her arms and ran off!
He was following the whole time but staring at her. Watchfully. The stare was as though she was an object worthy of intense study, in that extremely focused way he has, when he's formulating physics theories or outlining blueprints. He even held the doors open for her, while still studying her, intently. Pinpoint watchy. Because he is unraveling things in his head.
She loosened the buttons on her top and picked out a table.
Fine, blackjack. He sat down, but his lips are doing this tense thin line sort of thing. He was going to play approximately one hand in absolute silence, other than maybe saying he needs a hit and stopping so he doesn't go over.
“Hit me baby! hit me! Stop! WOO!”
He, however, waited and stopped at like...18, didn't even get a split or nothing, and luckily was not that much of a gambler when he was sober, so he was making bets in very small increments.
In fact, it was a very good thing that he made a very small bet, because he was staring at his cards like he might have started to figure things out. He was barely paying attention to the game at all. More or less because he had the sneaking suspicion he had already lost, in more ways than one.
Gaila sweeped up her winnings, huggling the chips, then shoving them down her shirt.
Suddenly and abruptly, he asked her, “That wasnae a prank at all, was it?”
Cards? What cards? Scotty was watching her like a hawk.
“What? No. Of course it was a prank!”
“A three hundred dollar prank.” His focus might as well be laser targeted because he was staring right at her.
“To be realistic.” She gave him the duh face.
“Ye spent three hundred dollars tae make it realistic....” His accent was getting a harsher edge to it, with each passing second. Even so, he wasn’t yelling. And he didn’t look angry. “...when the fuckin' city's full o' pawn shops an' ye couldae gotten a ring for well cheap at any of them.”
“I didn't want to leave the strip, that's going a bit too far isn't it?”
“Yet ye been hoppin' in cabs with the greatest o' ease.” He squiiiiiiiiinted. The squint was because he wasn’t sure why she was bothering to try to even cover it up, by this point. “See, that's where this dinnae make sense. Ye couldae sprung for the cab ride, got a much cheaper ring tae make it convincing, and real, and not even spent that much. Yet ye did.”
“Why would I waste cab fare I can’t get back for a prank?” She was still looking at him like ‘duh?’ “Thats tourism, that’s different. I always meant to return it.
“Three hundred dollar return,” he reiterated, speaking like he really didn’t believe it, now.
“Yes. I got you good and now I have 900.”
“Yer lying.”
She showed her chips!
Scotty stared at HER like he's not talking about the CHIPS and she KNOWS IT.
“What?”
“Why didnae ye simply say ye were serious?”
“Because you'd say no! I don't want to HEAR that.” She was getting fed up and trying to control her temper by now.
He scrunched his face up a little bit, like that stung.
“I admit, it seems a wee bit tae soon, lass? But I thought, was pretty convinced, rather...ye were pranking me.”
“Its okay.” She knew the truth now.
“Nae, it's not. C'mon. Let's go.”
“Lets cash out.” She headed to the cashier.
“Aye, and ye need tae get the ring back.”
“No.”
“Aye.” He walked alongside her and attempted to explain, “Gaila, I thought it was a huge prank. I feel very bad about the entire thing now. Aye, I wanted tae wait, but...ye know...I've thought on it the whole way here and just now...and, ye know, maybe ye should ask again. I need a do-over, like I did with the whole ye wantin’ tae take it from sex tae love thing, where ye ran aff.”
Gaila shook her head like 'no, the moment has passed’, “Not today.”
V__V ←- that face can not possibly cover the massive downtroddenness in his expression.
“If ye hadnae treated it like a joke sae quickly, I wouldae thought on it at the time, but ye rushed ahead an' sae I thought ye were trolling. I'm sorry.”
“You looked like you were going to have a heartattack and say no. And you assumed it was a joke so I went with it.”
“If I'd known ye were serious and knowing what I know now, I wouldae said yes tae the engagement, if I thought ye were sincere and it wasnae a prank.” He merely shrugged a little and waited while she cashed out. Meanwhile, he was chalking this up as a very foul holiday now.
She shook her head. Too late. Try again another day!
Well, no need to ruin the lass’ vacation, so Scotty quietly asked her, “Ye goin' tae keep gambling?”
“I've made enough. Have half!”
Scotty shook his head like that's okay and it was her money. “Ye won it, it's yers tae spend. I'm goin' tae gae back tae the hotel. And read.”
And drink himself stupid and run up the hotel and minibar bill.
“I won it to split with you!”
“It was yer money tae begin with. Buy yerself something nice,” he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Nae offense, but I'm about tae be ragingly unfun and I dinnae want tae ruin yer holiday. I'll meet ye later, aye?”
“....aye....”
He nodded and was just going to make himself scarce. Bye!
Gaila decided she was a terrible girlfriend. Time to booze wallow!
Scotty decided he was terrible boyfriend. So he headed back to hotel and will booze wallow in private!