littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-14 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
“Aw its like you have a baby bump.”
Who: Gaila Scotty
What: The relationship talk. At Denny's.
When: Today!
Where: Denny's
Rating: PG-13, Language, sexual innuendo
Status: Complete
Scotty had ended up walking the last block, but kept up for the most part at least. Eeesh. Now he was hungry and tired. “...not pudgy.”
Cass was already at a table and looking through the menu. She barely looked winded, though her skin was a little shinier than normal.
He entered the establishment like he’d just been on a death march, trudging over to the table like he was wearing concrete galoshes. He practically fell into the booth, luckily landing into a seated position, across from her.
“Tae early an' before food,” he was saying, “ tae run arse off.”
“I ordered you some water and a beer.” She figured he was as thirsty as she was.
“Not gonnae complain, there. Ye got me a beeeeer, really?” There he went, staring at her like aww, she’s so lovely. Breakfast lager = good. “Coffee tae?”
“Wasn't sure how you like it.”
“Oh, nae cream. Sugar only. But they let ye add that on one's own, here. Yaaaay.” He went to do the cheer arms but they just went flop down on the table, over before it was started. He grabbed a menu, dragging it over, opened, plopped a finger down, and announced like there would be no questions or arguments about what he was about to do.
Oh, I’m getting that.” He is done. For he is getting a total breakfast consisting of ham, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, and hashbrowny things. If she doesn’t like it, then whatever, for he is staring at her with a shit eating grin, of massive proportions. And it is her fault, for she has made him jog. That is that.
“..no wonder you're pudgy.”
“I'm not pudgy! Stop saying that! I'm not!”
Scotty lifted up his t-shirt and showed her his not pudgy tummy. He began to poke it, lifting his butt up off the seat so she could see. POKING IT MORE NOW. GRAWRR POKE FINGER JAB.
Cass did seem to have a sadistic streak. She enjoyed teasing the man and riling him up, “Aw its like you have a baby bump.”
“What the shite are ye on about?!”
She poked it. She even gave him a Trollface.
He indignantly huff scoffed and sat his but right back down, dropping his shirt. “I’m not fat.” If he keeps eating that way for the next twenty or thirty years though, he will be pleasantly plump!
“You’re not fat.” Trollface, part duex.
“If I was, I'd still cram meself under a hood or inside places tae fix things, anyway. And...” Oh no, he pointed at her. He knows that look. “TROLL FACE.”
“I'm not trolling.”
“Ye are!” he protested. He got his beer and down it went, right into his empty stomach. Starting the day off right! And the glass was now empty. So he is giving Wee Miss Troll Face a stink eye glare across the table. For he is onto her and her funny business.
She feigned innocence, sipping her water like mm this is good water.
Scotty just looked at her, like he knows better.
“Yer never geen tae get your game done, ye know.” He also was also changing the subject. But he is still on to her. ON TO HER AND HER WILY WAYS. Have no doubt of it! :D
“That's fine, I have a new obsession.”
“Torturing me?” he asked, as sweet-sarcastically as possible (but more on the sweet side).
“No! The robot, and this moon thing. Maybe I can even make money off this astrophysics app.” She leaned forward, the subject seeming to light her up. Her grin certainly was broad.
“That's true. Aye. I'd bet ye probably could. I mean, honestly, if we dunnae die trying, then...people are gonnae want tae pick yer brains out tae find out how each of us managed tae do any of it.”
Her grin got wider.
“Uh...what about the whole pub thing...?” He smiled but it came across as more of a wince, because Varric was sort of a variable to take into account, there. “Ye want tae do that on the side?”
“I do enjoy it there....” She’d been so wrapped up in everything that she’d forgotten about it, “I don't want to let Varric down.”
“Was gonnae say, I dunnae know if I could imagine ye quitting, entirely. How else are ye supposed tae have eye sex with everything that breathes.” He was being snarky. He also knew he was going to get shin kicked, so he was leaning sideways enough to draw his legs up into the booth, and save his poor shins from her foot powers.
She eyed him, of the distinctly non-eyesecks variety. More like smoldering orbs of annoyance and vexment. In fact, he might very well have become infertile from the stare! All the little engineers, suddenly deprived of their spanners.
NOT THE SPANNERS!
Scotty merely gave her a scrunchy face of WUT?! in response. Then he bleh’d at her, outloud, tongue out a little bit, and put his feet back down. It seemed safe. His wee engineers were still there and safe and sound. Poor wee enginners, desperately clutching onto their wee right tools for the right job.
Cass had no desire for kids, so could do without those little engineers. She stuck her tongue out at him.
Well he thinks they're fine doing whatever, right where they are, thank you very much! And they can stay put as far as he cares, because big-him has big building and repair jobs to do! He doesn’t want to find out about how to properly put a diaper on infants, because he’d turn it into a construction project, anyway. Which he also does not want. Ever. Besides, did they really need kids? He was already sticking his tongue out even more, right at her.
“Yer sae sexy, nyaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...”Her ovaries are full of little green girls with wee pink laptops and gold sparkle nail polish. I bet u monehs! And I bet they are all like WHEE at their little pink laptops. I bet yoooooooouuuu. They are not!
He was thinking of food only. And why it wasn’t in front of him. “Did they have tae hunt down the hens for the eggs?”
No babies, ever, too soon. Always too soon. Sooooo soon, will be too soon when she's 80, “I think so.”
If openly asked, he would reply that he was thinking more along the lines of NEVER, even if he was REINCARNATED.
“Shite. I think me stomach's collapsing in on itself,” he grouched, while sucking down coffee to stave off the gut implosion.
Denny’s was so sloooow. They don't know how to waitress here!
“Implooooding. Ugh. I might as well be in the middle of bloody Antarctica with only a lone chopstick tae stab penguins with.” If he only knew. “ I'd eat a fucking penguin right now. Raw, even.” Oh no, this was more epic, to describe his hunger. “I'd eat tofu.”
Gasp!
The poor Waitress wasother side of resteraunt, dealing with devil triplets, sorry!
Scotty grabbed a sugar packet, opened it, tipped his head back, and poured it into his mouth. He washed it down with a swig of coffee. Also, he wasn’t complaining too loudly, so the waitress was fine. Deal away with devil children. Because kids = evil and were the great ruiner of projects.
“That's..disgusting.”
“It works in a pinch. Oh, say, ye gonna be using the laptop? I might need tae borrow it again for a wee while. Maybe just a day? If that's all right. I wanted tae look at some schematics.”
“ That's all right, I can make do. You can take it home today.”
“I'd kiss ye, but I'd have tae go straight over the table and things would spill.” He thought on that and got up, went around, crawled in and smooched her on the cheek. More than once.
She swatted at him, laughing.
He laughed and got one last smooch on the cheek in, before he was forced to retreat from her slappy hands. He sat back down and looked as though he’d suddenly realized something, which had utterly slipped his mind until that moment.
“Oh. OH. I should text that Jim lad and let him know I'm not in the doggie house, any longer. Put mself there anyways, but he seemed terribly keen on having ye be part of the whole thing. Plus I'd like that as well, because I think ye can do it. Be good for us both.” He had his phone out, texting an 'all's well!' to Kirk and hit send. He didn’t expect an answer since, hot date, ya know.
“You said he had some kind of date?” Cass’ brow furrowed as the implication fully hit her, “He wants me to be a part of this??”
“If he hadnae talked me intae going over tae yer flat, I would have stayed put. Ye know, I dunnae do things like that, without phoning first. It was his idea. That bastard's very convincing! It was practically an order!”
“…..who the hell does he think he is, ordering you!”
“It wasn't really, though. Why're ye so bent in all sorts of funny shapes over it? It's not like ye dunnae know me temper. I'm not beyond telling him or anyone else NO if I dunnae agree with something. He seemed tae know what he was talking about, and I felt miserable as it was. Sooooooo. That's why I took a chance an' showed up. It's not like he was WRONG, was he?”
He was watching her, closely. Maybe a little too closely, to the point of near scrutiny.
Cass bit her lip, “It just feels....right stupid.”
“Perhaps, but I dinnae think much of it. Seemed reasonable enough advice, an' I'd be moping around otherwise.” Probably crying while hugging a scotch bottle, utterly wankered. “I thought ye liked him.”
He simply stared at her like he couldn’t understand why she had now gone all ‘ugh’ at the thought of Kirk, when before she had been oogly the second he took his shirt off.
“Moping around? You care enough to mope about me? I'm touched.” Her expression darkened in irritaiton, “I like him. But something about him just pisses me off about as much as it turns me on. Its like..he screwed me over somewhere, but ..”
He tilted his head and squinted a little bit. “Well, aye, I'd care enough tae mope over ye, since ye saw what I was like when I showed up. Cannae cover that up. But...how's that even possible? Did ye two know eachother before?”
“No, I never met him before I came over.I would have remembered him.” And known what he was like in the sack. Because he's really really fine and hot.
Scotty only held up both hands in a mini WHATSAMATTERYOU sort of way. And thanks, by the by, because now he feels like minced meat.
Don't! Kirk is fuck once or twice or three times material!
Well one would suppose he'd be the 'I guess I'll stick with it if I have to' choice? NOT EXACTLY WIN MATERIAL THERE.
You're the keeper model. The 'too speical to just make a fuck buddy' model.
If they were actually having this discussion, his response would be a profound ‘.....’
The 'sexy for your brain as well as your bod' model.
O rly! Well, now - if he were psychic - he’d be very brain flattered.
Rhe 'will probably stick around' model.
Granted, he would stick around (with occasional arguments now and again as that's unavoidable with these two). It was also advisable to point out that it takes two to tango, Miss Thang.
Better to dump than be dumped.
He was dumb and shouldn’t have done that? Now he knows better?
Yes.
One would imagine that they could insert an apologetic puppy face stare, here.
Forgiven!
\o/
The food finally arrives along with an uber 5 minute apology.
Well that was an interesting bout of uncomfortable then comfortable silence. Scotty stared up at the waitress, and finally had to stop her in mid-apologize by holding up one hand in the classic ‘halt right there’ monitoring the crosswalk pose.
“Oh, lass, it's nothing tae worry on and on about. If ye heard me complain, that's me natural state. Just ask her.” He pointed over at Cass. “And avoid asking me about George Lucas.”
He picked up his fork and knife, the right way, mind you silly backward fork eaters, and digged in.
“Han Solo's ass, am I right?” Cass smiled at the Waitress, who gave her a wink and a ‘damn right’ before refilling beer and water and heading off.
“Wait...I dunnae need the lager just....” Not that he could complain too much, but he was staring a little bit mournfully at his coffee cup. “...coffee?”
After all, they charged for a refill of beer. He can not have a running tab at Denny’s like he can have at Mad Dogs.
Cass laughed
“Lass? Can I get some coffee, please!” he called out, then gave up and took a drink of beer, because really, doesn’t need his arm twisted. Will just pay for it. He went right back to eating.
Through out all this, Cass had managed to finish her hash browns and eggs already, and got to work on the steak.
So much for her eating just yogurt and lame cereal. He nommed on ham, then bacon, then sausages, and tears toast to bits to stab dunk in the egg yolks. Die, egg yolks, die. Bleed your yellow blood over my toasty soldiers of stabbingness. Talking? No, there will be no talking, until the eating of foods has slowed down.
It was way better than yogurt and gives her time to think.
He wasn’t sure what she might be thinking about, for there is only FOOD on his mind right now, and is having the nomnoms. Yes.
Nomming? Is happening.
Done! In record time, even! He finally drops his fork down and slouches.
“....sae goooooood.” Scotty patted his stomach, satisfied. “Ready for dessert.”
Since there was always time for cake, Cass? Ordered cake!
He had been joking! Cake worked though. So does PIE, but for now? Let them eat cake. He was fully prepared to simply sneak a bite of her cake, using sneaky ninja fork skills. He didn’t need his own slice!
She’d ordered him his own damn cake EAT THE CAKE! She even fed it to him, much to the awww of a nearby table of ladies.
Omg were they awwing at them?! Scotty’s ears start to turn red, his eyes shifty, but he wasn’t about to say NO, because it's her and...well, it was rather nice...so maybe will just feed her some of HER cake in return, and manage somehow not to turn it into a food fight. Great success!
She licked her lips with her tongue, while keeping her eyes on his.
He suddenly could not care less what anyone else thinks.
“Ye got a wicked tongue, I think,” he said while staring, transfixed, at her lips.
“Do I?” Her eyes gleamed.
“Quite.” He feds her another bite of cake and gave her a sudden winning grin. “Best stop that or we'll get thrown out of here.”
Cass upped the ante, licking a bit of frosting from the tip of her nose. All the while rubbing a toe up his shin and kneading slightly. She looked completely innocent, and daintily sipped her water.
He gave a clipped little laugh and nearly bolted out of his seat as soon as he felt her toe on his leg. Somehow he managed to remain still, somehow or other. Like it was any other day, ho hum, perfectly normal. The sort of day when he said things, such as, “Aye, maybe I should pay up an' we should go elsewhere.”
Just as soon as he thinks of dear auld grandmum nekkid, kthnx!
She was having so much fun she didn’t want to leave, “Where do you want to go?”
His mind was a blank there for a moment. “...uhm...outside?”
“Are you sure that's where you want to go?”
Sorry, he hasn’t made it past the 'do not try to glomp onto the lass in there' part of the thought process yet. “....nae, not really.”
She tiled her head, “Then where?”
“...yer place or mine, that works.” Grin?
“Maybe some place public?” Cass frowned. It was all too tempting to just go with it....so that’s why she resisted.
“Oh. OH.” He winced and also reminded himself that they're waiting, so cooling jets was good. “Right. Well...second hand junk store? Salvage yard? Park? Wait. Why are you still frowning?”
“How about ....ALL THREE!”
“All three?” He quirked an eyebrow. “I still need tae attach the chainsaw and...then ye need tae do the test runs an' then...” He literally had a running list in his head of everything left to do. He did need to get back on schedule, a wee bit. Soon. Or, at least, he was reminding himself of that, as he thought through that list more and more. “Pick one?”
She was clearly having a hard time picking. They all sounded relaxing and fun. Her frown deepened, “First one then?”
That frown was getting worse. He sighed a little. He could be such a softy sometimes.
“Lass, we can go tae all three of those places. Walk off our breakfast, then gae to the salvage yard and junk stores, drag whatever we find back with us. Aye?”
“...really?” She grinned. That earned him a peck on the lips.
“Really.” Win. He grinned right back at her. Guess what she gets?
Cas went \o/
Scotty laughed and went \o/ right back at her. True, he always felt best when holed up fixing things or reading his tech manuals, but she looked so happy now and not disappointed, that he had to relent. After all, it was all about making her go YAY, because he really liked when she was happy and excited about things. She went all starry-eyed and looked ready to squee with uncontainable glee.
He dug into his pockets for the money to pay, and it was probably going to wipe him out. But that was okay! He could have ramen noodles and scotch for the rest of the week, or hit the pub and run up a tab with Varric! Solutions! He has them, on the fly!
Crumpled money, if it could talk, would say, Hi, now I am on ur table.
Well the first two things have important parts involved in being holed up!
Honestly, if someone didn't drag or force him to leave sometimes, he'd be holed up, infinitely.
“Park,” he said with a smile. “But I'm holding yer hand while we walk, because I think it'd be nice tae do that.” He nodded firmly like that was that, mind made up. “Some of the time, at least.”
…”Okay.”
Or ye can just smack me and tell me tae stop.” He had noted the pause. “Or we can just do that some other time. Aye! That sounds like a plan. Brilliant. We'll do that.” He stood up. “Ready?”
Cass got to her feet, and offered her hand.
Scotty swore that his ears felt nuclear hot. Again. Second time that morning. He took hold of her hand.
The nearby table broke into a round of applause. There was hooting somewhere, and at least one cheer.
“I'll find a park....and...I...is that really necessary?! Shuttup!” He took out his phone and she was probably going have to lead him out like that, since he was trying to do a search, one-handedly. And trying not to blush, furiously.