Jennie & Laurie log
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xp_logsWhen: Friday 20th April 2007 Time: 5:00pm
Who: Jennie, Laurie
What Happens The girl's talk of many things, prom included. (It's 12:35 am here, my summary skills are not of the strong. ;) )
Laurie pushed the button on the sound system in the communal area of the suite and slumped bonelessly onto the couch, vaguely lifting a foot and waving a hand feebly at her shoe. She really needed telekinesis...or possibly the mutant power of shoe teleportation. She squinted her eyes at the offending shoe, and then thought hard at it...nope, no shoe teleportation for her. You'd think secondary mutations would grow on trees but nooo.
Giving up in a huff, she flopped back against the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling in a vague sense of 'ugh'. Someone had stuck something up there, stickers of a starlike variety. She wondered if they were the glow in the dark kind.
Laurie's vision was suddenly filled by a view of Jennie's head, looking down at her suitemate. "Do I detect a sense of emo coming off our Miss Collins or is it merely a case of 'meh'?" the dark-haired girl said, teasingly.
"English class." Laurie replied, wrinkling her nose. "Boring, boring English class. Shakespeare even. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were conducting experiments in how long it'd take us all to die from boredom. It's not even an interesting Shakespeare play like Midsummer Night's dream. It's Hamlet. Emo, emo Hamlet. They're lucky I don't dress all in black and swan around the basketball court talking about skulls afterwards."
Jennie moved from the head of the couch to where Laurie's feet were, picking them up and settling herself onto the couch, placing Laurie's feet in her lap. "Do tell? I mean, I liked Hamlet when we were doing him for Psych Lit, but that's because we were comparing it to Freud and it was loads better than freaking Moby Dick."
Laurie wriggled her toes in her shoes as Jennie turned her around, giving her suitemate a pathetic 'please take off my shoes because I'm lazy and don't want to' look. "Tragedies always kind of bore me. I think it's the whole overwhelming feeling of despair and ennui. It's not that I don't think that there's points in life where someone could feel that way, just that I don't understand what makes it high art. Although that could just be the whole 'Ye Olde English' phrasing. How the hell did they ever understand each other?"
"Shakespeare wrote in the vernacular of his time. All the speech patterns and slang n' stuff. It would be the same of one of us writing a play and having it being performed five years later." Jennie obligingly eased off Laurie's shoes, and then lightly tickled her feet. "Imagine, English students five hundred years from now trying to figure out what the hell "dude" means."
Laurie snickered and peddled her feet to get away from the tickling. "Considering what it means when you look it up in the Dictionary, I think it'd be rather funny, in a disturbed kind of way. They'd be wondering why we went around calling each other donkey's private parts."
She couldn't say the D word, not and not blush like a nuclear explosion anyhow.
"Well, a dork is a whale's penis, so," Jennie shrugged. "Anything else going wrong in the state of Laurie? Or are we good?"
"We're good, or as good as a teenager gets. I feel it's my duty to angst at least an hour a day, otherwise I'm letting down my fellow teenagers. I set aside 5pm for it, since that's enough time before dinner to get in a really good sulk and not spoil my appetite." Laurie replied, grinning.
It was true, the whole Dinosaur thing had been frightening and bizarre but her friends had been there, and the adults. It hadn't seemed quite as bad as it could have if she'd been alone.
Jennie checked her watch. "Right on schedule, no one can ever accuse you of not being punctual. I tend to try and keep any fits of emo between the hours of 1 and 2 am, but unfortunately there are leaks." She wiggled one of Laurie's toes. "On the bright side, with prom and graduation steadily encroaching I find the fits of emo are much less."
Laurie curled her toes, leaning her head back on the couch and looking at the stickers on the roof above. "You're sticking around, right? Afterwards, I mean. Not going to disappear into the desert on a vision quest or anything. Although, those you usually need some old guy to send you on, and I've not noticed any be-robed people hanging about on the front lawn. Just Mr Marko in a wife beater and shorts...that man's legs are _huge_"
"Yeah, those usually include some guy in a loincloth, and I reeeeally don't want to see Mr. Marko in the altogether." Jennie mock-shuddered. "As for that, um," Jennie bit her lip and looked down. 'Well, I've been looking into an apartment in the city. Since I'm going to NYU and all."
Laurie looked at Jennie for a second, pondering that news. "Well, I guess that's not that far. We can come see you on bus weekends, and it's not like New York is another country or anything so we could really just come see you whenever we liked. But...well, gonna miss you. We won't be Teen Girl Squad without a Jennie."
She didn't want Jennie to go, but then you couldn't stay in high school forever and sooner or later they'd all have to go somewhere, NYU was closer then other places.
"We are the Teen Girl Squad, always and forever," Jennie said, with a firm nod. "But you never know, after me and Crystal leave you could get two new girls and add them to the Teen Girl Squad." Jennie smiled slightly. "But they'll never beat me and Crystal for coolness. And you should totally come to my pad and visit, spend the night and whatnot. I can encourage mischief out from under the watchful eyes of the RA."
A part of Jennie wanted to stay, but the rest of her knew that after graduating there was no real reason to stay at the mansion. She would continue tutelage under Wanda, and it would be easier if she lived in the city.
"Mischief should always be encouraged, especially if it involves fun style things, like making the guys dress up in women's underwear." Laurie replied, giving Jennie a grin. She didn't want the other girl to feel bad about moving on with her life, it was just something that life made you do. "And you can be Teen Girl Squad alumnus. We'll need to bring any new initiates by you for approval and tutelage."
"Yes, excellent," Jennie steepled her fingers and did her best Mr. Burns impersonation. "The boys at this school thankfully understand who's in charge around here, but every now and then they need reminding."
"That and they're easily bribed with food. I think school currency is now judged on the 'pie standard'." Laurie replied, looking over at her nail polish container on the coffee table. "What would I need to do to have you paint my toenails while you're here?"
"Well, someone would have to bring us nail polish, because I ain't moving." Jennie settled back into the couch and wiggled her own toes. "And I would demand a refreshing beverage."
Laurie reached out, stretching her upper body toward the coffee table in order to snag her nail polish. She couldn't quite reach, and she looked back at Jennie. "Is using your power so you don't have to get up considered a breech of ethics?" she asked, motioning toward the nail polish. "It'd just need a little tap."
"Yes, but would it get me a refreshing beverage? Or perhaps one of those little cheesecake bites?" Jennie raised an eyebrow and wagged a finger.
"Probably not, considering I'd have to get up for those two things. How about I make us both a refreshing beverage and you pick up the nail polish while I'm over in the kitchenette?" Laurie suggested, placing her feet on the ground. The couch had been comfortable but the arm definitely needed the help of a cushion to stop her neck from getting a crick. "Cheesecake bites can also be obtained."
"Success! And I make you do my bidding. Muahaha." Jennie stuck her arms in the air in a "v for victory." She reached over and picked up the nail polish bottle, giving it a good shake. "If you hurry, I'll toss in a foot rub."
"Foot rubs get extra cheesecake thingies." Laurie replied from the kitchenette, pulling out two cups and plates and foraging in the fridge for said refreshing drink and cheesecake thingies. "So, have you got a dress planned for Prom yet? I need to find one, and a date. I was thinking of asking Kyle again."
"I have a dress. I found it in a vintage shop in the Village a couple of weekends ago. You'll all have to wait until prom night to see it. As for a date," Jennie sighed. "We have a distinct lack of desirable males around here, really. You should be careful with Kyle; he could start to think you're using him as your de-facto dance date."
"True. I don't want him thinking that I think he can't get a date, or that I'm interested in him as more then a friend. It's not that he isn't hot, just that...Well, I'm not exactly wanting to expose anyone to touching me on a regular basis when I'm not sure of my control." Laurie replied, placing the now cool glasses of drink on the coffee table and the plates with their cheesecake bites beside them. "I wonder what would happened if I asked the Professor?"
"Well, huh." Jennie took the opportunity to take a small sip of her drink. 'You know, I honestly can't say. Guy threw a Monty Python joke into his lecture last week in class. It took people a couple of seconds to laugh because we were all so stunned. But i think he would decline, simply for the jailbait factor." Jennie settled back onto the couch and gestured for Laurie to put her feet up next to her.
Laurie complied, settling her feet beside Jennie and pulling one of the couch cushions over to rest her back against. "Pity, it might have been fun to see everyone's looks. As to Monty Python, I'm not surprised. I have a thought that the Professor was probably one of the hugest pranksters ever when he was at school. He's got that quietness of the classic prankset." she replied, settling more deeply onto the couch. "What about Marius? We could stage a scene of angst and bitter rivalry where I cruelly come between you and your one true love. Or have I been reading too much Shakespeare?"
"Ours is a deeply spiritual love," Jennie said primly as she unscrewed the cap on the nail polish and began to apply a coat of lavender to Laurie's big toenail. "Though that does not extend to things like sharing important interpersonal details. I was giving him hell the other day about not hearing back from any schools yet, and he finally remembered to tell me he got into Empire State University weeks ago." Jennie rolled her eyes. "He is deeply special, that boy."
"Not as special as his sister though. I'm not entirely sure whether to be scared or amused." Laurie replied, holding her foot steady as she was able. "Speaking of futures, as we were. I've been thinking I need to get a job. I was going to see if I could make enough kitty eyes at Amanda to give me a filing job. Somewhere I don't have to worry about making people riot."
"Filing what? Bizarre artifacts that they bring back on their trips? Eye of newt along with some komodo dragon teeth?" Jennie finished off Laurie's right foot and started on her left. "They do weird shit over there, and I know they're trying to be careful and not post about it on the journals, but come on. They are the worst secret organization in the history of secret organizations. But I'm over there a lot, so I'm biased."
"True, although we're not exactly on the outside, so I guess they don't feel they have to keep everything secret from us. Just the nasty brain sucking vampire leeches type stuff." Laurie replied, holding up her foot to look at the nail polish. "But wouldn't it be the coolest job? I'm sure their filing system could probably use an overhaul as well. They don't seem the type to be too bothered with filing. I bet it's all just scattered about the place under bricks to keep it from blowing away."
"And there's bunches of cool people over there. You wouldn't be bored, ever. Between the School Counsellor's ninja girlfriend, the British guy who has awesome taste in music, and y'know, that Mark guy. I'm thinking about getting a job for the summer too. Dunno what I'd be good for. I'm sort of the unemployable-looking-type." Jennie finished off Laurie's left foot with a tiny dab of purple. "There you go, foot rub happens when they dry."
"Want me to do yours as well?" Laurie replied, gesturing for the nailpolish. "I have a feeling that there's some kind of rule about us not working over there though, what with the whole secret organisation thing. There's a local bookstore in town though, I saw them posting up 'Help wanted' ads. We could both apply, if you wanted me to get the application forms."
"Isn't that the one with the coffeeshop in it?" Jennie shifted, swinging her legs up onto the couch and settling into the arm before putting her feet on Laurie's lap. "I used to work in something like that before I came here. I can make some truly cracktastic mochas."
"That's the one. They make really great brownies as well, I had one the last time I was there." Laurie said, opening the bottle of polish and starting with Jennie's left foot. "Coffee is truly the drink of the Gods, except Moira's, I think that's from the other side."
"It should only be used for greasing engines, melting through locks, and staying awake for finals," Jennie said, trying hard not to twitch when Laurie started on her foot. She was very ticklish. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind having the pocket money. I mean, my Dad's helping to pay for school and the apartment, simply because his wife can't stand me and doesn't want me living in their place. But at the same time, I don't want to depend on him for everything." And one of these days, she wouldn't have to depend on anyone else either.
"I'll get the forms tomorrow when I'm in town then, have to go shopping for my dress. I'm hoping to escape the notice of the fashionistas around here, otherwise I might never escape the mall." Laurie replied with a grin, finishing one foot and starting on the other.
"Why don't I just go with you? I have impeccable taste after all."
"Perfect! Shopping trip tomorrow it is then, with a stop off at the bookstore for applications and coffee." Laurie replied, finishing Jennie's other foot.
"Yes, there will be so must estrogen tomorrow, we won't even know what to do with ourselves." Jennie pulled her foot up, inspected her toes, and them blew on them to dry the polish with a grin at Laurie.
"How much do you think we'll need to bribe Mr. Summers with to let us take one of the nice cars?" Laurie asked, wriggling her toes as they continued to dry and tickling one of Jennie's feet with an entirely innocent expression.
Jennie shrieked and kicked at Laurie. "Ah-ha. No. Um. I think he can be bribed with cheesecake thingies? We'll just take the car keys and leave a bunch of cheesecake thingies in its place."
"I approve of this plan. As they say, it's always easier to get forgiveness then approval." Laurie replied, grinning and defending herself against Jennie's flailing with a laugh.
Normally she wouldn't have but it wasn't like they were going to take one of Scott's really precious cars. Just a nicer one then would normally be given to students on a day run into town. If you were going to go into town, you might as well do it in style.
Who: Jennie, Laurie
What Happens The girl's talk of many things, prom included. (It's 12:35 am here, my summary skills are not of the strong. ;) )
Laurie pushed the button on the sound system in the communal area of the suite and slumped bonelessly onto the couch, vaguely lifting a foot and waving a hand feebly at her shoe. She really needed telekinesis...or possibly the mutant power of shoe teleportation. She squinted her eyes at the offending shoe, and then thought hard at it...nope, no shoe teleportation for her. You'd think secondary mutations would grow on trees but nooo.
Giving up in a huff, she flopped back against the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling in a vague sense of 'ugh'. Someone had stuck something up there, stickers of a starlike variety. She wondered if they were the glow in the dark kind.
Laurie's vision was suddenly filled by a view of Jennie's head, looking down at her suitemate. "Do I detect a sense of emo coming off our Miss Collins or is it merely a case of 'meh'?" the dark-haired girl said, teasingly.
"English class." Laurie replied, wrinkling her nose. "Boring, boring English class. Shakespeare even. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were conducting experiments in how long it'd take us all to die from boredom. It's not even an interesting Shakespeare play like Midsummer Night's dream. It's Hamlet. Emo, emo Hamlet. They're lucky I don't dress all in black and swan around the basketball court talking about skulls afterwards."
Jennie moved from the head of the couch to where Laurie's feet were, picking them up and settling herself onto the couch, placing Laurie's feet in her lap. "Do tell? I mean, I liked Hamlet when we were doing him for Psych Lit, but that's because we were comparing it to Freud and it was loads better than freaking Moby Dick."
Laurie wriggled her toes in her shoes as Jennie turned her around, giving her suitemate a pathetic 'please take off my shoes because I'm lazy and don't want to' look. "Tragedies always kind of bore me. I think it's the whole overwhelming feeling of despair and ennui. It's not that I don't think that there's points in life where someone could feel that way, just that I don't understand what makes it high art. Although that could just be the whole 'Ye Olde English' phrasing. How the hell did they ever understand each other?"
"Shakespeare wrote in the vernacular of his time. All the speech patterns and slang n' stuff. It would be the same of one of us writing a play and having it being performed five years later." Jennie obligingly eased off Laurie's shoes, and then lightly tickled her feet. "Imagine, English students five hundred years from now trying to figure out what the hell "dude" means."
Laurie snickered and peddled her feet to get away from the tickling. "Considering what it means when you look it up in the Dictionary, I think it'd be rather funny, in a disturbed kind of way. They'd be wondering why we went around calling each other donkey's private parts."
She couldn't say the D word, not and not blush like a nuclear explosion anyhow.
"Well, a dork is a whale's penis, so," Jennie shrugged. "Anything else going wrong in the state of Laurie? Or are we good?"
"We're good, or as good as a teenager gets. I feel it's my duty to angst at least an hour a day, otherwise I'm letting down my fellow teenagers. I set aside 5pm for it, since that's enough time before dinner to get in a really good sulk and not spoil my appetite." Laurie replied, grinning.
It was true, the whole Dinosaur thing had been frightening and bizarre but her friends had been there, and the adults. It hadn't seemed quite as bad as it could have if she'd been alone.
Jennie checked her watch. "Right on schedule, no one can ever accuse you of not being punctual. I tend to try and keep any fits of emo between the hours of 1 and 2 am, but unfortunately there are leaks." She wiggled one of Laurie's toes. "On the bright side, with prom and graduation steadily encroaching I find the fits of emo are much less."
Laurie curled her toes, leaning her head back on the couch and looking at the stickers on the roof above. "You're sticking around, right? Afterwards, I mean. Not going to disappear into the desert on a vision quest or anything. Although, those you usually need some old guy to send you on, and I've not noticed any be-robed people hanging about on the front lawn. Just Mr Marko in a wife beater and shorts...that man's legs are _huge_"
"Yeah, those usually include some guy in a loincloth, and I reeeeally don't want to see Mr. Marko in the altogether." Jennie mock-shuddered. "As for that, um," Jennie bit her lip and looked down. 'Well, I've been looking into an apartment in the city. Since I'm going to NYU and all."
Laurie looked at Jennie for a second, pondering that news. "Well, I guess that's not that far. We can come see you on bus weekends, and it's not like New York is another country or anything so we could really just come see you whenever we liked. But...well, gonna miss you. We won't be Teen Girl Squad without a Jennie."
She didn't want Jennie to go, but then you couldn't stay in high school forever and sooner or later they'd all have to go somewhere, NYU was closer then other places.
"We are the Teen Girl Squad, always and forever," Jennie said, with a firm nod. "But you never know, after me and Crystal leave you could get two new girls and add them to the Teen Girl Squad." Jennie smiled slightly. "But they'll never beat me and Crystal for coolness. And you should totally come to my pad and visit, spend the night and whatnot. I can encourage mischief out from under the watchful eyes of the RA."
A part of Jennie wanted to stay, but the rest of her knew that after graduating there was no real reason to stay at the mansion. She would continue tutelage under Wanda, and it would be easier if she lived in the city.
"Mischief should always be encouraged, especially if it involves fun style things, like making the guys dress up in women's underwear." Laurie replied, giving Jennie a grin. She didn't want the other girl to feel bad about moving on with her life, it was just something that life made you do. "And you can be Teen Girl Squad alumnus. We'll need to bring any new initiates by you for approval and tutelage."
"Yes, excellent," Jennie steepled her fingers and did her best Mr. Burns impersonation. "The boys at this school thankfully understand who's in charge around here, but every now and then they need reminding."
"That and they're easily bribed with food. I think school currency is now judged on the 'pie standard'." Laurie replied, looking over at her nail polish container on the coffee table. "What would I need to do to have you paint my toenails while you're here?"
"Well, someone would have to bring us nail polish, because I ain't moving." Jennie settled back into the couch and wiggled her own toes. "And I would demand a refreshing beverage."
Laurie reached out, stretching her upper body toward the coffee table in order to snag her nail polish. She couldn't quite reach, and she looked back at Jennie. "Is using your power so you don't have to get up considered a breech of ethics?" she asked, motioning toward the nail polish. "It'd just need a little tap."
"Yes, but would it get me a refreshing beverage? Or perhaps one of those little cheesecake bites?" Jennie raised an eyebrow and wagged a finger.
"Probably not, considering I'd have to get up for those two things. How about I make us both a refreshing beverage and you pick up the nail polish while I'm over in the kitchenette?" Laurie suggested, placing her feet on the ground. The couch had been comfortable but the arm definitely needed the help of a cushion to stop her neck from getting a crick. "Cheesecake bites can also be obtained."
"Success! And I make you do my bidding. Muahaha." Jennie stuck her arms in the air in a "v for victory." She reached over and picked up the nail polish bottle, giving it a good shake. "If you hurry, I'll toss in a foot rub."
"Foot rubs get extra cheesecake thingies." Laurie replied from the kitchenette, pulling out two cups and plates and foraging in the fridge for said refreshing drink and cheesecake thingies. "So, have you got a dress planned for Prom yet? I need to find one, and a date. I was thinking of asking Kyle again."
"I have a dress. I found it in a vintage shop in the Village a couple of weekends ago. You'll all have to wait until prom night to see it. As for a date," Jennie sighed. "We have a distinct lack of desirable males around here, really. You should be careful with Kyle; he could start to think you're using him as your de-facto dance date."
"True. I don't want him thinking that I think he can't get a date, or that I'm interested in him as more then a friend. It's not that he isn't hot, just that...Well, I'm not exactly wanting to expose anyone to touching me on a regular basis when I'm not sure of my control." Laurie replied, placing the now cool glasses of drink on the coffee table and the plates with their cheesecake bites beside them. "I wonder what would happened if I asked the Professor?"
"Well, huh." Jennie took the opportunity to take a small sip of her drink. 'You know, I honestly can't say. Guy threw a Monty Python joke into his lecture last week in class. It took people a couple of seconds to laugh because we were all so stunned. But i think he would decline, simply for the jailbait factor." Jennie settled back onto the couch and gestured for Laurie to put her feet up next to her.
Laurie complied, settling her feet beside Jennie and pulling one of the couch cushions over to rest her back against. "Pity, it might have been fun to see everyone's looks. As to Monty Python, I'm not surprised. I have a thought that the Professor was probably one of the hugest pranksters ever when he was at school. He's got that quietness of the classic prankset." she replied, settling more deeply onto the couch. "What about Marius? We could stage a scene of angst and bitter rivalry where I cruelly come between you and your one true love. Or have I been reading too much Shakespeare?"
"Ours is a deeply spiritual love," Jennie said primly as she unscrewed the cap on the nail polish and began to apply a coat of lavender to Laurie's big toenail. "Though that does not extend to things like sharing important interpersonal details. I was giving him hell the other day about not hearing back from any schools yet, and he finally remembered to tell me he got into Empire State University weeks ago." Jennie rolled her eyes. "He is deeply special, that boy."
"Not as special as his sister though. I'm not entirely sure whether to be scared or amused." Laurie replied, holding her foot steady as she was able. "Speaking of futures, as we were. I've been thinking I need to get a job. I was going to see if I could make enough kitty eyes at Amanda to give me a filing job. Somewhere I don't have to worry about making people riot."
"Filing what? Bizarre artifacts that they bring back on their trips? Eye of newt along with some komodo dragon teeth?" Jennie finished off Laurie's right foot and started on her left. "They do weird shit over there, and I know they're trying to be careful and not post about it on the journals, but come on. They are the worst secret organization in the history of secret organizations. But I'm over there a lot, so I'm biased."
"True, although we're not exactly on the outside, so I guess they don't feel they have to keep everything secret from us. Just the nasty brain sucking vampire leeches type stuff." Laurie replied, holding up her foot to look at the nail polish. "But wouldn't it be the coolest job? I'm sure their filing system could probably use an overhaul as well. They don't seem the type to be too bothered with filing. I bet it's all just scattered about the place under bricks to keep it from blowing away."
"And there's bunches of cool people over there. You wouldn't be bored, ever. Between the School Counsellor's ninja girlfriend, the British guy who has awesome taste in music, and y'know, that Mark guy. I'm thinking about getting a job for the summer too. Dunno what I'd be good for. I'm sort of the unemployable-looking-type." Jennie finished off Laurie's left foot with a tiny dab of purple. "There you go, foot rub happens when they dry."
"Want me to do yours as well?" Laurie replied, gesturing for the nailpolish. "I have a feeling that there's some kind of rule about us not working over there though, what with the whole secret organisation thing. There's a local bookstore in town though, I saw them posting up 'Help wanted' ads. We could both apply, if you wanted me to get the application forms."
"Isn't that the one with the coffeeshop in it?" Jennie shifted, swinging her legs up onto the couch and settling into the arm before putting her feet on Laurie's lap. "I used to work in something like that before I came here. I can make some truly cracktastic mochas."
"That's the one. They make really great brownies as well, I had one the last time I was there." Laurie said, opening the bottle of polish and starting with Jennie's left foot. "Coffee is truly the drink of the Gods, except Moira's, I think that's from the other side."
"It should only be used for greasing engines, melting through locks, and staying awake for finals," Jennie said, trying hard not to twitch when Laurie started on her foot. She was very ticklish. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind having the pocket money. I mean, my Dad's helping to pay for school and the apartment, simply because his wife can't stand me and doesn't want me living in their place. But at the same time, I don't want to depend on him for everything." And one of these days, she wouldn't have to depend on anyone else either.
"I'll get the forms tomorrow when I'm in town then, have to go shopping for my dress. I'm hoping to escape the notice of the fashionistas around here, otherwise I might never escape the mall." Laurie replied with a grin, finishing one foot and starting on the other.
"Why don't I just go with you? I have impeccable taste after all."
"Perfect! Shopping trip tomorrow it is then, with a stop off at the bookstore for applications and coffee." Laurie replied, finishing Jennie's other foot.
"Yes, there will be so must estrogen tomorrow, we won't even know what to do with ourselves." Jennie pulled her foot up, inspected her toes, and them blew on them to dry the polish with a grin at Laurie.
"How much do you think we'll need to bribe Mr. Summers with to let us take one of the nice cars?" Laurie asked, wriggling her toes as they continued to dry and tickling one of Jennie's feet with an entirely innocent expression.
Jennie shrieked and kicked at Laurie. "Ah-ha. No. Um. I think he can be bribed with cheesecake thingies? We'll just take the car keys and leave a bunch of cheesecake thingies in its place."
"I approve of this plan. As they say, it's always easier to get forgiveness then approval." Laurie replied, grinning and defending herself against Jennie's flailing with a laugh.
Normally she wouldn't have but it wasn't like they were going to take one of Scott's really precious cars. Just a nicer one then would normally be given to students on a day run into town. If you were going to go into town, you might as well do it in style.
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Date: 2007-04-20 02:57 pm (UTC)So refreshing at this point, to see someone who can miss a friend without it being an abandonment complex. ;)