Her toes bobbed up and down, disappearing below the surface, then reappearing at random. Her elbows were bent downward, supporting the majority of her body at the pool's edge. From the chest up, however, she was dry. Her headphones were snugly in place, iPod blasting an indie girl group. The tips of her massively thick and equally long hair were submerged and curling and bobbing, mirroring her toes as she moved subconsciously to the beat only she could hear. All was right in the world.
Then, something touched her leg. She ripped the headphones off immediately. "What the fuck?"
The water swirled around near her hip, then the mini-maelstrom moved further away and a dark figure appeared in the center of the pool.
"Most people catch on at this point..." What had it been, two months? Pop stars weren't the brightest, he supposed.
"I'm not most. And neither are you. You're an asshole, though, so that's pretty status quo, I guess." Alison's eyes narrowed and she pushed her iPod and headphones uneasily further from the pool's edge. Once they were nearly out of her own reach, she shifted and pulled herself up out of the water so she was only dangling her feet beneath the surface. "What're you doing down here at this hour anyway?"
"When I'm not sleeping, fucking or eating, I'm in the pool. Sometimes there's a combination of any of those four activities, but right now it's just you and me, sweetheart," he smirked, winked then grinned before dipping his head under and coming back up freshly covered. "The poptart asks the hydrokine why he's in the pool in the middle of the night..." he added as an after thought.
"I still haven't come off my insomnia from this last tour." She explained, none too happy about Troy's answer. "You don't go all watery and let people swim through you in here, do you?"
"Scared, Britney?"
This time, Alison laughed - hard. She chuckled off the remains of her amusement before answering, "Jealous?" She'd heard the man playing his guitar and crooning in person. Musicians often resented her for her fame or 'selling out' or any given reason.
"Nah. Stalkers are so last season."
"Ah, you had to go there," her eyes gazed upward and remained there for several seconds before training on Troy again, "There's more to it than getting stalkers." She pushed her hand back through her hair from her forehead to the crown, then shook her fingers loose.
"I got a hook up in town. He doesn't care if I have a record deal." Troy explained nonchalantly. "And Will screams my name loud enough." He didn't need a stadium full of retards.
At this, Dazzler smirked. She couldn't help it. Of course she hadn't been talking about drugs. She didn't do drugs - nothing that could really fuck her up, anyway. But fans, she supposed, were part of the appeal of secular fame. "You guys are really into each other." There was almost a fondness in her tone.
"Jealous?" Torrent turned her question back on her, slowly bobbing closer toward the pink-haired one.
"I just wanna know how a mind-reader thought it was a good idea to pair off two gay kids in a room."
"We aren't gay."
"And I'm a Jehovah's Witness."
"No, seriously. We just kinda... I dunno. We dated chicks. I don't look at other dudes, neither does he."
"So, you're really loyal queers. It doesn't mean you're not gay. Loads of men date women before they come out."
"Please. I've already figured this crap out with professionals. Like, four of them. Not that it matters to you, but, I just really love 'im."
So, she was a little jealous. She smiled, though, despite it. "That's tight."
"If it's any consolation, I'd be on you like extensions on a Playmate if he wasn't around."
Alison cackled, tossing her head back and moving to slip back beneath the water. Plunk. "I'm sure that's supposed to be flattering."
"Like you wouldn't get with this," both hands under water, Troy made a grandiose gesture to himself before pushing himself with the water closer still to Dazzler.
"Maybe."
He quirked an eyebrow. "F'real?"
"Yeah. Sure. Will's not so bad either."
"You ho." He laughed. "I bet we could set up some sorta two for one deal." He smirked and pushed his hands back over his hair, having the same effect as if he'd dunked himself again.
"Think he'd go for that?" She moved forward this time.
"Shit, you were serious." He almost laughed, but coughed it off, then raised both eyebrows with amused surprise.
"As cancer." Her lips were still glossed up and knowingly, she puckered the sparkly pair toward Troy and gave him a lazy (equally glittery) wink. "You said you were both still into chicks, right?"
"Chicks. Yeah. Not sure about sharing one," his tongue slipped into his cheek as he contemplated what she was saying. No. This had trouble written all over it - in pink glitter.
"Even at the same time?"
He let out a long, slow breath and tried to avoid thinking about how he was getting hard beneath his trunks. "Yeah, might have to discuss the details with my partner in crime, uhm," he cleared his throat. "You, er, you make a habit of doing stuff like this?"
"I haven't before, if that's what you mean," Al divulged. "I'm not some kind of slut, Redshaw, Jesus. You two are sweet. I haven't heard of something like this before." Two straight guys just decide to get together? Xavier's open-minded teachings must have been really effective.
"Neither have I. And I don't wanna fuck it up." He bit down on his lower lip and subconsciously shifted in the water so he was moving further from the crazy chica before him. Damn, if she wasn't foxy, though. He felt like an act in a sideshow, though, however torn he was. He wasn't here to entertain some mediocre songstress who was in lock-down because she couldn't handle her own crap. Without moving a muscle, he raised from below the water's surface and steadily moved toward the edge. He stepped out when he was no longer making contact with the liquid and placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Alison. "I don't think I'll mention this..."
"The hard-on or the threesome?"
"Either."
"Check."
"Night, Alison."
"Bye, Aqua Man." She treaded water as she watched the hydrokine retreat and then paddled to the edge to retrieve her headset. "What a trip..." she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as the earbuds slipped into her ears. Play. Her toes began to bob once again.