Bobby and Paige and weddings.

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Bobby: GLOVES?

Paige: *looks innocent* La la la...

Bobby: Um...I don't need 'em. *clears throat* Immune to cold, and all...

Paige: Yes, of course. How silly of me. *smiles*

Bobby: *blushes*...I hate you sometimes.

Paige: I'm sorry to hear that. I'm quite fond of you.

Bobby: Oh, I'm fond of you, too. Until you take perverse delight in embarrassing me horribly. *grins*

Paige: I didn't know how else to bond with you, Frosty.

Bobby: Yeah...I haven't exactly been Mr. Social lately, have I?

Paige: Nono, you are certainly not winning the Mutant High King award this year.

Bobby: Hey, at least I'm not hanging out in the boiler room with the "We hate everyone" crowd...*eyes widen* Er...sorry.

Paige: *shrugs it off, offering him a smile* Don't worry about it. But do think of a catchier name for them.

Bobby: *grins* I'll work on it. I'm not so good with nicknames, but I'll see what I can do.

Paige: I'm rather fond of the fucking prince and princess of darkness myself. *looks wryly amused, although there's a tinge of something darker there* That way, it's incest and even monsters don't like incest.

Bobby: *nods slowly, not sure if he should pry* So. Uh. It bothers you that they're down there together?

Paige: Are we being blunt?

Bobby: Blunt as you like, hon. I can handle it. *reaches out and rubs her shoulder* Spill it.

Paige: It bothers the hell outta me. Jesus, there are times when I want to slap that girl in the face. *blows her hair out of her face with a frustrated breath* But. I'm glad they have each other. They need each other. They just make me wonder if Jono needs me. That's all.

Bobby: *pulls her into a quick hug* I'm sorry, Paige. Have you told him any of this?

Paige: No, no. He'd just think I was being silly. He always thinks I'm just being silly. *smiles, shaking her head, and pats Bobby's back in their hug* Don't worry about it.

Bobby: *sighs and pulls away* Well...I don't think you're being silly. And I'm always around if you want to talk. Okay?

Paige: Sweet of you, but talkin' don't solve much these days. Talkin' just gets me in more trouble. *runs her tongue over her teeth, trying to rid her speech of the Southern lilt that always tends to show up when she's upset* Thanks, chickpea.

Bobby: *nods* Yeah, I'm not too fond of talking these days, myself. Well, if you ever want to play Scrabble, or something... *blushes* I mean, like...really play Scrabble. *laughs* Or hey--strip poker. It seems to be a popular game these days. *sighs*

Paige: Honey, I already told you. The Paige harem is full. *chucks him on the jaw to keep from looking mopey over that too* But if you'd like, you can be my backup plan.

Bobby: What, if we're both single when we're thirty, we hook up?

Paige: Mm... sounds good. I like cliché's. Well, I'd better, I'm living in one. *grins*

Bobby: *laughs* Suddenly I feel like I'm in an episode of Friends.

Paige: *tilts her head, the apparent Paigeness coming through again* That's the one with all the people in the appartment, right?

Bobby: Uh...yeah. Not that I've ever watched every episode...*coughs*

Paige: You are an even worse liar than me! *grins and points gleefully*

Bobby: *laughs* Okay, okay...secret vice. Now you know. *winks*

Paige: It's okay. I was brainwashed by Buffy dvds. We're even or something. *pokes* So, Frosty. Do you want a winter wedding?

Bobby: *snorts* Of course! Ice sculptures and everything...

Paige: *grins brightly* Uh huh? And little snow flake invitations and your bride with the fur collar and stuff? Or groom. Or me. Let's say me. This is less awkward.

Bobby: *laughs* Yes. We'll say you. You're having too much fun with this, Paige. *shakes his head, grinning*

Paige: I'm AM a girl you know, as much as I try to pretend I'm not occasionally. Just because I don't wear skirts doesn't mean I don't know about them.

Bobby: I've just never seen such a detailed back up plan, that's all. *grins*

Paige: Oh, I've thought about this a lot. *looks quite amused* Who can resist Robert Drake after all?

Bobby: *preens* Who indeed. *winks at her*

Paige: *laughs and ruffles his hair* Just for that I'm putting you in a white tux with the ruffles!

Bobby: Ack! Good god no! *grins*

Paige: Then stop being such a jerk. *grins behind her hand* Jerk.

Bobby: *looks affronted* ME? A jerk? John'll kill me if he thinks I'm usurping his role...*smirks*

Paige: *looks quite victorious* Hm. You can battle it out.

Bobby: *raises an eyebrow* Hand-to-hand?

Paige: Something like that.

Bobby: Scary thought, that.

Paige: *twirls hair* I could make it something less... bloody.

Bobby: Like what?

Paige: *shrugs innocently* Dunno. Guess we'll think of SOMETHING.

Bobby: *eyes her suspiciously* Paige Guthrie, don't you get plotting against me...

Paige: Me? Plotting? Whatever gave you that thought?

Bobby: Uh huh. You and Alison. *shakes his head*

Paige: ... *glares* You just compared me to Alison.

Bobby: ...and...that's bad?

Paige: Yep. Now you have to die. *tackles!*

Bobby: Meep! *is tackled, staggers into the wall* Have mercy! You're nothing like Alison, I'm sorry! *is laughing almost too hard to remain standing*

Paige: *pins him there and glares* Hmph.

Bobby: *calms down enough to smirk at her* Pinned by a girl. I'll never live it down if this gets out. *winks*

Paige: You've probably just had practice being pinned. *grins wildly and backs off, hopping onto a table as if nothing has happened* So. Would you do the Christmas colours or something like pale blue and silver?

Bobby: *leans comfortably against the wall* Oooh. Pale blue and silver. *nods*

Paige: Good, that was my choice too.

Bobby: Always good. *grins* See how compatible we are? I should SO not be your backup plan. *winks*

Paige: Certainly not my fault that you weren't interested in my type when I arrived. I was greeted by tall, dark and sparkly after all.

Bobby: Not my fault, either. *shrugs* Ah...what might've been, hmm? *chucks her under the chin, grinning*

Paige: You and Warren. If only you weren't dating boys and or girls and or etc. at the time.

Bobby: *blinks* Are you serious? Me?

Paige: *looks over at him* You what, Frosty?

Bobby: I mean...you would have seriously considered going out with me?

Paige: I think so. It's hard to comprehend now, I love Jono and Angelo and so the idea of anyone else is perplexing but yeah. I think so. Why not? You make me smoothies after all.

Bobby: If only everyone was that easy to seduce. *bites back a grin*

Paige: Except then I'd have an affair with the blender.

Bobby: *snorts* Looked to me like that's already happening, hon.

Paige: Well, I can't have an affair if I'm not actually dating anyone.

Bobby: So you're playing Scrabble with Angelo and Jono, but you're not dating?

Paige: How can I? One generally only exclusively dates one person at a time. Otherwise, it's not too exclusive now is it?

Bobby: *shrugs* I don't know...you can date more than one person at a time, I think. So long as they both know...just don't date exclusively.

Paige: Then I'm still not having an affair with the blender. I'm just dating him too. *nods*

Bobby: *chuckles* All right. *nods* Fair enough.

Paige: *grins and kicks her legs* Glad we got that figured out. *beat* You ever been in love, Bobby?

Bobby: *opens his mouth and closes it a few times, before admitting softly* I don't know.

Paige: *nods, understanding, and pats the space next to her* Uh huh. What was it like?

Bobby: *hops up and sits next to her* Well...I mean, I thought I was in love with Em...but now I don't think I was.

Paige: Why not?

Bobby: I dunno...just looking back, I think it was just infatuation...and then my feelings for her became more friendly, after the initial thing wore off.

Paige: Because you couldn't really have her? Or you wanted to win her from Logan? *tends to ask very rude, probing questions when it comes to Bobby it seems*

Bobby: *frowns slightly, but tries to answer honestly* You know, I've never really thought about it...it could've been about Logan. *shakes his head* Man, I've done some stupid stuff.

Paige: And you've done some fantastic stuff. It all balances out. *smiles and brushes at his hair soothingly*

Bobby: *blushes faintly* Eh. I guess so.

Paige: Why do people keep insisting on questioning my judgement? I know so. Now shush.

Bobby: *nods and shushes, suppressing a grin*

Paige: Good Bobby. Biscuit later. *grins* So, you thought you loved Marie. That it?

Bobby: *nods* Yeah...Logan was...something else. Definitely not love. So yeah, just Em.

Paige: *falters half a moment before coming back to a normal look* Oh. I must have.. missed that one. Yes.

Bobby: Um. Yeah. *clears his throat* SO! Yes, just Marie.

Paige: Do you think we'd be inviting any vegetarians to the wedding?

Bobby: *blinks, thrown off by the abrupt subject change* I...don't know? Why?

Paige: Just wondering if we'd do for food. *blinks* Anyways. Sure I can't convince you to show up at the concert?

Bobby: *sighs* I'll probably end up going and just hang out at the back of the room. I doubt I stand a chance, with you and Al double-teaming me.

Paige: Heyhey, Frosty, you know I won't force you. We're all allowed to be antisocial. I just want you to have some fun. And see you dressed up.

Bobby: ...I do clean up nice. *winks*

Paige: Would you be terribly cliché for me and wear ice blue?

Bobby: *laughs softly* Sure. I can handle that.

Paige: *claps hands and grins* You're so good to me. *hugs*

Bobby: *hugs back* You deserve it. *smirks* Although I could probably wear a bright orange leisure suit, and you'd never notice, with Jono and Angelo there...

Paige: *punches in the arm, blushing* Not even going to bother to deny it. I saw the band costume designs and Angelo's hinting at a suit.

Bobby: *laughs triumphantly* Ha! I knew it. But if you do happen to glance my way, I'll be wearing ice blue. *nods*

Paige: I'll be the tomboy in the very uncharacteristic white dress. Not difficult to spot. Pretend the white dress is a tribute to you.

Bobby: Right. *grins* My Snow Queen, hmm?

Paige: Complete with glitter! *smiles, looks embarrassed*

Bobby: *double takes* GLITTER? *laughs, throwing his head back* Who talked you into glitter?

Paige: *blushes, quite embarrassed now* Me... sorta...

Bobby: *gapes* You're willingly wearing glitter? Paige, what has happened to you?

Paige: Just once! Never again! First date and I thought it would be- *eyes go wide* Meep.

Bobby: *grins* First date, hmm? I'm sure you'll look beautiful, hon.

Paige: *hides in shoulder and whimpers* Why did I agree to this again? I don't like dresses. Or high heel shoes.

Bobby: I don't know...because you love him?

Paige: *looks up and smiles a little* Oh right. Yeah, I guess that's a fairly good reason.

Bobby: *grins* And since I'm NOT in love...I'll just have to dress up for one of the sweetest girls I know, eh? *smiles and gently taps her shoulder with his knuckles*

Paige: *smiles brightly* Does that mean you're really going? Not just fooling?

Bobby: *wags his head from side to side, rolling his eyes* Yeah, I'm really going. *grins*

Paige: *makes a gleeful little chirp and throws her arms around him* Oh, Bobby! Thank you! You don't have to stay long, I don't care, I just want you to be a little bit happy and- oh this is great.

Bobby: *smiles* Now if I can only convince your date to loan you out for a dance...*winks*

Paige: Well, if you promise a lack of groping I'm sure Angelo will survive. *lets go to practically beam at him*

Bobby: *raises his hands* I'll be the perfect gentleman. Not even a hint of Scrabble.

Paige: Not even a little hint? *is clearly teasing by the glint in her eyes*

Bobby: *grins* Maybe something simple...cat, or something--not worth enough points to really matter. *nods solemnly*

Paige: Yeah, just have to make sure no one is keeping score, just in case. *nods right back*

Bobby: Yes, keeping score would be a bad idea.

Paige: *fails at her efforts to keep a straight face and bursts into laughter*

Bobby: *starts laughing with her*

Paige: I think this is a sign that one of us needs sleep. I'm not sure, though, seeing as how I don't sleep.

Bobby: I guess that leaves me. *grins*

Paige: Yes, my Math skills do leave me with you as well.

Bobby: *smirks* Far be it from me to say a word against your math skills. *sighs and gets up* So. Sleep for me, then.

Paige: There's a good boy. Sleep well, Frosty. *smiles*

Bobby: Thanks. Talk to you later, Paige. *grins and walks off*

Paige: *calls after him* Hey! Bobby! Tulips, roses or callalilies?

Bobby: *turns around, walking backward* Hmm...roses?

Paige: Hm. We'll talk about that later. Goodnight!

Bobby: *nods* Night. *laughs and turns around again*


OOC: This is in shorthand. We know. It was originally us just fooling around and got totally out of control and now we're too lazy to edit it into narrative. Have some Christmas cheer! Enjoy The Cute.