Laurie and Kyle: Awkward is the new black.

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Laurie comes by to remind Kyle of the conversation they had when he was all drugged up on "Vicothingy". It is awkward. Also, Feline Anti-DVD Terrorism.



Laurie paused outside the door to Kyle's room, he'd been mostly healed for the last day or two but she'd been trying to figure out how to mention the word 'date' without seeming like a complete dork. Jennie had finally told her that if Laurie didn't say something, she would. Fear was always a great personal motivator and thus, here she stood, wondering why this had been so much easier with Forge.

"Um, you decent?" she asked as she knocked on Kyle's door.

"If you mean am I nekkid, nope!" Kyle called back, voice still strained and a little mumbley. "Hold onna second."

A moment later, there was a whoosh, and a rattle and then the door opened to Kyle wheeling around on his desk chair with a pile of DVDs on his lap. "My stack fell over." He explained. Attack cat."

Laurie paused for a moment, trying to get her brain to re-track after it derailed from her previous thought pattern. "Um...those can be difficult?" she replied, resisting the urge to fidget with a mental effort.

Kyle pushed against the door jamb, wheeling the desk chair back across the room, and depositing the DVD's on his desk. "He wanted to toe gnaw, I did NOT want toe gnawing, and well, I'm bigger." From on the bed, Shamu rolled onto his back in a 'he's mean to me, pet me, you love me, right?" expression, and meowed plaintively. "So he terrorized my stack of DVD's. The Empire of My Desk is not going to give into his terrorist tactics, and has decided to withhold sanctions. Or at least, new cat toys."

Laurie walked over and sat on Kyle's bed, picking up Shamu as he meowed. How could she resist such a face, after all? "Sooo, do you remember much from when you were drugged?"

~Oh, shit.~ Kyle had thought -that- was a weird dream. Not the soup part, that he remembered clearly, but the rest he'd thought was one of those weird dreams like where you're naked in Algebra class and Stacy Keibler is teaching it. And she's naked too.

"Uh." He said, not answering. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," Laurie started, gathering up her courage, "I wondered where you'd like to go? On our date, that is."

"Date?" Kyle repeated. "Date date? Not like the fruit that comes from a palm tree and why do I even know that?" His voice did not crack, but it came close. "Uh. Uh." He gripped his hair with his hands, and bent his head, thinking. "Um. Uh. Dinner. At. Uh. Ventresca's? It's Italian. Um. Or.. " He looked up, stared at the ceiling and took his hands out of his hair... "or we could just get burgers and go do paintball. That's fun."

She was tempted by the idea of Italian, she'd always liked pasta. But, paintball and burgers sounded a lot better when it came to a first date. More chance for fun and less chance of awkward silences and general nervousness that came with a restaurant style setting.

"Paintballs and burgers it is," Laurie replied, giving Shamu a scritch under the chin to hide her own nervousness. "Um, when do you think, that is, um, what time should I meet you? Or, you could come get me?"

This was insane. It wasn't like Laurie was scary, or new. And she'd just tormented him with an excess of bananas. Kyle snorted, mostly at himself, and picked up a piece of colored paper from his desk. "We're being silly. We live in the same place! It's not like I have to pick you up!" He faced the paper towards Laurie, showing her the logo of the local paintball place, and the "Half-Price Weekend!" in big black letters. "End of the season. Frozen paintballs hurt. So Saturday?"

Laurie's smiled widened and she nodded, "We are being a little silly, aren't we? If you laugh at my 'urban camo' pants though, I'll have to do something nasty to your food for the next week."

Having said that, she stood, placing Shamu back on the bed despite his rather loud protest and walked toward the door, "And speaking of food, I need to go."

"Dude. If you wear Gucciflage, I get all mocking rights, date or not." Kyle said, reaching around Laurie to pick up his cat. "Wear cargos." Besides, cargo pants looked better on her. Baggy cammo pants did not flatter -any- woman. Except Sigourney Weaver. He looked down at Shamu, gave him a scritch and set him on the floor. "No more DVD terrorism, cat." he said firmly. "If you're cooking, I still need to eat for this hour. Mind if I tag?"

"Cargoes it is, and I think I have just the top," Laurie replied, mind already planning out her outfit as she led the way out the door. "And tagging you may. I think it's Indian tonight, how are you with curries?"