[Jennie and Angel] - Tuesday Evening

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Jennie meets one of her new roommates, and bonds with her over pictures of a certain incident last spring involving lingere. Angel learns she has a lot to live up to in terms of torturing the boys.



Angel didn't know much about Jennie, just that she'd been here for a while and then had gone missing and then come back. But she didn't want to disturb her so she'd left her alone for a while. Now, she was still not trying to disturb by having head phones on and dancing in the living room. Too many sodas and not enough pool time had lead to cleaning and dancing at the same time.

Jennie herself was humming quietly with her own headphones on and finishing up some more makeup work. But she could only write about Western Civ for so long before her hand cramped. Even after only being back for a week she was almost halfway caught up with her schoolwork. Spending lots of time alone in her room would do that. Jennie sighed and put the pen down. When did she become so boring?

Oh. Right.

It was time for a break. She needed to eat again, happily her appetite was returning, slowly but surely, and she'd put on a whole five pounds in the last week. Plus, getting out was good for her, lest it reinforce more bad habits. Jennie pulled off her headphones and got out of her chair, stretching before opening the door. And noticed the dancing redhead.

Dancing was not one of Angel's skills but she loved it anyway. Even if it meant that it was just really bouncing around and flailing. It took her a few seconds to realize that someone was staring at her and stopped to look over her shoulder.

"Er...hi?"

The older girl crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Hi," Jennie said, smiling. Someone who was just as bad a headphone dancer as Forge.

Tugging down her earphones, she waved, looking sheepish. "I'm Angel...ohhh, you must be Jennie! I'm rooming with Sooraya so we're in the same suite...just so you don't think I like snuck in here to dance in your living room. Ninja I am not."

Jennie's smile got bigger. "Oh, so you're the one that Kyle told me about. The redhead with the fire power, not the blonde with fire power or Crystal's ice queen of a sister." Jennie shrugged, her thiness hidden today by an oversized hooded sweatshirt and baggy cargo pants. "Don't worry about dancing in the living room, I've done it myself. In my underwear even."

"Whatever Kyle told you about me is..." Angel considered for a second and then snickered. "Probably totally true, actually. And the underwear thing was tempting but I'm running low on clean underwear and so it's like the Disney character stuff until I wash some."

"Bah, underwear's underwear. I deliberately wear my Thursday underwear on Sunday, for example." Jennie waved a hand for empahsis and made her way to their small kitchenette and began to go through the fridge, looking for her labeled food.

"Thursday underwear on Sunday? Now that's rebelling." Grinning, Angel trotted behind her and sat in one of the chairs. "Thanks for the labelling, by the way. I tend to rival Kyle in his eating habits but I avoided all the stuff that was so clearly not mine."

"I'm not the one who labels these things, Lorna--Ms. Dane does for me." Jennie said, coming up with a tupperware container. "And you wouldn't want my food anyway. I'm just now graduating to solids. Unless you do have a thing for soup and protein shakes."

"Um, there's not much food I don't like," she admitted sheepishly. "But protein shakes happen to be one of them. I tried one once, right before a swim meet, and I thought I was going to die."

"Yeah, pretty much sums it up there." Jennie began to heat up the container of soup. "And don't worry about eating so much, it's a good thing. As I have learned." Her lip curled slightly in distaste.

"I once ate over twenty hot dogs with Kyle...and then was horribly sick later. I guess there is a limit to the whole mutant metabolism thing, though I still give the boys a run for their money." She grinned at that. "I should start having bets or something so I can make money."

"Money is good," Jennie agreed absently. "And no worries about showing Kyle up. It's a favorite pastime around here. Then again, he gets his money from his grandparents, so don't expect to get a whole lot of cash out of him." The microwave pinged, and Jennie retrieved her soup. She was sick of soup, but she had to eat or face Dr. Voght's wrath. She had seemed immensely disapointed when Jennie could no longer be hooked up to an I.V.

"Maybe Julio, then, hrm..." Shaking her head, she reached for a bag of chips she'd left on the table earlier. "So, what do you like to do?" Angel asked, fighting to open the bag. "Hobbies and stuff?"

"Julio? Oh, wait, the kid who's now living with Kyle." Jennie shook her head. So many changes in the two months she had been gone. She had to wonder if she had disapeared for two months in February, would she be this disoriented?

"I dance," Jennie said quietly, answering Angel's question. "I love dancing, and music. Going to concerts and stuff," she absently arranged the containers on the kitchen counter.

"I don't know much about music," Angel admitted. "I'm...oh, what did my teacher call it? Visually focused or something. I'm a photographer, though, and I swim. A lot. And I set things on fire though that's more powers than a hobby."

Jennie put a hand to her heart as if wounded. "Not like music? Oh honey, we must work on that. I have excellent taste in music. And in fashion as well. You'll see, when I have bodyfat again." She fluffed her hair, and then plopped down on the couch with her soup and looked longingly at Angel's chips. "Oh, how I miss solid, processed foods." Jennie ate a spoonful of soup and continued. "As for the fire, property damage is a rite of passge. I dumped my door on Ma. . .rius's head." Oooh. That was awkward.

"I'd probably enjoy the lights at a concert," Angel said, trying to be helpful. Popping a chip into her mouth, she thought for a second. "Is it just solids you're off of for a while or certain foods AND solids? Because you could probably get a salty kind of ice cream and mash chips up in a blender for some interesting results. You dropped a door on someone's head?" Having caught the hesitation, she didn't press. Jennie would say something or she wouldn't, totally up to her.

"You're the type that's easily distracted by bright shiny objects, aren't you?" Jennie asked with a smile. "And the food, I lost a lot of weight very rapidly, it's what happens when people like us don't eat. I would show you, but my hipbones now technically qualify as a sharp object. They're bringing me back up to weight, but we gotta go slow or I'll get sick. Or something. I just think they don't want me eating junk to gain all back." She set the half-empty bowl on the table.

"And the door was because Marius is a dumbass, and deserved it."

"Shiny objects are people, too, you know and should be cared for." She blinked at the rest of what Jennie said. "Ohhh, man. I don't think I'll ever, ever skip another meal again...not that that was a problem, mind you. Too bad about the junk food, though. Once you're able to have a lot and not throw it back up or have Ms. Dane shake me until my teeth fall out, we should have like a girls night in, everyone from the suite and reintroduce you to the wonders of sugary products."

She giggled. "Did it make a thumping noise when it hit him?"

"It's a date," Jennie said solemnly, taking Angel's hand and shaking it. "We will have a girl's night, but it must be kept hush-hush. Unless you want Forge outside the door with a camera shoved in the peephole. He's a panty thief, you know. All the boys are." Jennie ducked her head and bit her lip. "As for the door, it was hard to tell, I had the flu at the time. I remember there was a clunk and a yelp," she smiled a little in spite of herself.

"All of them? Uh oh, I'll need to grill Kyle on that later. Down with panty thieves! Was there revenge? Oooh, tell me there was revenge. And, hey, a yelp is just as good as a thump."

"Yeah, it was a thing of beauty," Jennie said distantly, "As for the revenge, the revenge was swift and mighty. In fact, would you like to see some pictures?" Jennie hopped up and disapeared into her room. She returned a few moments later, clutching several polaroids. "Now I must warn you, this isn't for the faint of heart. Kyle does not look good in pink."

Lasting all of two seconds before she yelped "Gimme!" Angel soon had the pictures in hand. She stared as she flipped through them, slowly, one by one. "Oh God," she said, staring at Jennie. "You guys did this to them? I think I love you."

Jennie peered over Angel's shoulder. "I think this one is my favorite." She pointed to a group shot where the boys were either trying to hide in shame, or making faces at the camera, "The blue really brought out Jay's eyes here. And you have no idea how hard it was to get Clarice to donate all the mauve undergarments, but I convinced her it was for the good of the team."

"You guys totally went above and beyond the call of duty," Angel snickered. "Wow, Kyle really was built for heels, that's kind of scary, you know? And so that's Jay. Huh. He'd be cute if he wasn't a boy." She made a face at that. "Pretty wings, though."

"What's even scarier is that we found some in his size. I think Illyana actually hit up a drag queen store in the city for those. And Jay was always too pretty to be true. Gay as a tangerine, that one." Jennie sighed theatrically. "He and Kyle were always three kinds of adorable. Too bad they spilt. Kyle's a nitwit." Jennie came around to Angel's other side and sat down next to her. "And thus you see the problem with dating in the school. If they're not gay or taken," she pointed to Jay, "Then they're something like Kyle, Forge or Marius here. I mean, they're my friends. But collectively as dumb as a box of hammers."

"I think I'm greatful I still haven't "discovered" boys yet," Angel admitted, still admiring the girls handiwork. "They're...well, boys. Love my friends to death but still, they are boys. I heard Julio and Kyle talking about Jay at the camp out. They do look like they would have been so, so cute together. And sadly, with Jay gone, I don't get the chance to have a gay boyfriend."

"Yeah. I sort of lost my gay boyfriend too. It's sad. Now there's no one to nag at me when I dye my hair purple again." She shuffled a few photos, and held one up of her posing victoriously in-between Forge and Marius. "See, here I was blonde for a while." She absently patted Angel's head. "Don't worry about the dating thing yet. Stick with me, and you'll be navagating the shark-infested waters in no time." Jennie winked at Angel and gave her a grin. She couldn't help but like the younger girl.

Angel grinned back, suddenly incredibly pleased. She had a lot of friends here at the school but...not a lot of ones that were girls. It was nice to add another girl to the list of friends. "Saaaay," she said suddenly, "there's been a ton of new students since these pictures were taken. Isn't it our civic duty to show them around?"

"Hmmm. At the very least to the girls it is. Show them what they're dealing with, and what they have to live up to." Jennie raised her chin proudly. "We set the bar high. And possibly that Julio guy. I want to see the look on his face when we show him his roommate in a thong."

Throwing her arms in the air, Angel squealed, "I get to scar my friends for life. Best day ever!"