Risky Business: Lorna, Jean, Medusa

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For reasons never really full explained, Lorna pulls a Tom Cruise (early Tom Cruise not jumping on couches Tom). Jean runs into her and is amused. Medusa is less so.



Lorna was muttering under her breath as she set the stereo on the dining room table and set the unlabeled CD-R into place. She pressed play and fiddled with the volume control a bit then shrugged off her robe and adjusted the rolled up sleeves on her long white men's shirt, recently liberated from Jim's closet. Tapping her be-socked foot--white athletic socks that had come along with the CD--she stepped off the area rug onto the newly polished wooden floors. "Ba-ba-ba Barbara Ann. Ba-ba-ba Barbara Ann. Ba-ba-ba Barbara Ann."

Lorna slipped black sunglasses onto her face and went sliding across the dining room into the hall, white shirt plastering itself to her bare legs.

Taking lunch late had its advantages - it was usually quieter, it meant she could work through the normal rush and get more done, and it meant that she was up, out of her office in the early afternoon, when the most interesting things seemed to happen, particularly on weekends when the kids didn't have class. The music floating down the hall was swiftly recognizable, and well predated all of the kids, but the Beach Boys were good, fun, bouncy music, so Jean could pretty easily believe at least some of them were fond. When Lorna came sliding out of the dining room and into the hall, though, Jean couldn't help but grin.

"So, not one of the kids then," she said, stopping far enough back not to get in the way of the younger woman's next slide and spin. "Well, I can't help but think you've gone mad, but this seems like the good sort of madness."

Lorna caught herself on the opposite wall and grinned at Jean, "I lost a bet with Alison." That was really all the explanation needed in and of itself so Lorna gave herself another little running start and slid down the hall toward Jean, lipsyncing along to the song into her hair brush.

Jean's grin widened at that. "So, what was the bet?" She was in sensible slingbacks and stockings. She couldn't dance on the floor. She'd scratch it, and Cain would kill her. Instead, Jean lifted slightly into the air before holding out her hands, offering to catch Lorna and giver her a slide back the other way.

"Whee!" Lorna grabbed Jean's hands and spun them both in a circle, laughing. "Not telling. That wasn't part of the bet. Wanna dance?" Momentum carried her around and slingshoted her back down the hallway to continue her slightly mad dance.

It was the 'Whee!' that did it. Jean had work she needed to get done, and a whole set of bio tests to grade, but Lorna's insane glee was contagious. "I'm not exactly dressed for it," she said, but it wasn't a 'no' by any means, as she was already sorting through her stash of Scott's shirts she'd stolen over the years for something that would be appropriately comfortable.

"Take my ha-a-and, Bar-bara A-a-an." Lorna responded with a grin and a hip shake, "You've got me rockin and a rollin, rockin and a reelin, Barbara Ann." Lorna couldn't sing, not even a little bit. She wasn't really letting that get in her way. "You know you want toooo," she teased, sensing weakness.

Jean grinned at the off-key fabulousness of it all. "You mean you know I want to. And here I thought I was the telepath. You going to be down here long enough for me to get changed?"

Lorna nodded, "Alison's got a whole CD of payback on there. Take your time." Tom Cruise never shimmied but Lorna figured that so long as she danced, she got to have her own variations on the theme.

"The woman is evil, but we love her for it. Shouldn't be more than ten mintues - don't want to let the insanity pass me by."

Lorna giggled as Jean dashed off. Alison was indeed evil but she knew how to cheer up her best friend, even from across the entire country. With Jean gone and the hallway to herself, Lorna closed her eyes and abandoned shame to give into the classic 80sness of it all.

Medusa was on her way to her suite when a flash of movement caught the corner of her. Walking down the hallways, she made it to the dining room just as Lorna slid through the door. Raising an eyebrow, the redhead watched the Californian for a few moments before clearing her throat. "Are you quite alright?" she asked. Despite the fact that she knew Crystal and Lorna had resolved most of their overt difficulties with one another, Medusa still thought the green haired woman had a few screws loose.

Lorna jumped about a mile at Medusa's unexpected appearance and the CD skipped ominously. "Whoa, hi." Embarrassment warred with amusement and she snickered helplessly. "I'm great. Just fantastic."

"That is good to hear. I was not sure what brought on this sudden bout of...dancing," Medusa said, hesitating to call what Lorna was doing 'dancing.' Spasming was more like it.

Lorna just laughed harder, feeling her face flushing. She ran her hands through her hair and tried to think of a way to explain why she was dancing around the hallways in a men's dress shirt, socks and boy shorts. She really doubted that Medusa has seen Risky Business and while 'Alison' worked as an explanation for nearly everyone else, it wouldn't with the Attilani. "I, uh, lost a bet. With my best friend. She's good at payback."

"How interesting," Medusa said. "Perhaps I should let you get back to your 'payback' then. I would not want to interfere with the consequences of a bet. Will your friend be by to see the results or are pictures in order?"

"She can't come by, she's in California," Lorna finally stopped laughing and frowned, "You know I didn't ask Alison what kind of proof she was going to require for making me look like a nutcase. Damn, I probably should get some kind of photographic evidence or she'll make me do this again."

"I see. Well, then I would recommend you find a camera to avoid the possibility of having to recreate this scene," Medusa said with a slight bow of her head, hoping that she could leave Lorna to her dancing and try and find some semblance of sanity in the mansion.

Letting part of her brain puzzle over the problem proof, Lorna's sense of humor took over the rest of her attention again and she grinned at Medusa. "It's okay. Even if I have to, we're not as averse to scenes here in the mansion. Now if she'd made me do this in the middle of the mall, I'd have had a real problem."

"Well, perhaps you were luckier in this bet than I had believed at first." Though Medusa couldn't imagine what the bet would have been in the first place. "I am sure I will see you later. Have...fun."

Finding the outfit hadn't been a problem. She'd even stolen a pair of Scott's glasses, since all of the rest of the clothes were his too. The trick had been not getting caught by her husband and being 'distracted'. But she'd timed the raid on their suite well and he'd been out, and now she was safely on her way back downstairs. Jean passed a couple of the younger students, who goggled briefly, but she just grinned at them and hurried to meet up with Lorna.

Lorna was leaning against the wall, giggling helplessly to herself--still recovering from Medusa dropping by--when Jean reappeared, "Jean! You came back! You'll never guess who just stopped by to lower her opinion of me even more?" she exclaimed when she noticed the older woman's return, ignoring for a moment the music which had changed to Kenny Loggins.

"Do tell, do tell," Jean said, even more amused by the spectacle of Lorna's helpless giggling.

"Our Lady of the Hair Extensions," Lorna tilted her sunglasses up into her own hair, "I swear I can't do anything right around either of our royal guests. I'm pretty sure that Crystal has at least moved on to humoring my nonsense but..."

"Oh, surely if Lady Medusa can cope with Nate and Rachel on a semi-regular basis, she can learn to appreciate the value of a good bout of silly. In the meantime, we can't waste these lovely waxed floors."

"An excellent point." Lorna agreed and put her sunglasses back on, grinning, "Plus? Footloose. Can't not dance to Footloose. It's like the law of Kevin Bacon."

"So very, very true." Jean nodded in time to the beat and then set off, getting a proper slide and bouncing down the hall.