Operation: Shaboom, Illyana & Doug
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xp_logsJoe walked back onto the dance floor, a somewhat preoccupied expression on his face. Spotting his girlfriend, he brightened and headed over toward her. "Hey, Anna. Sorry I took so long," he told her. "I just had a...very odd experience in the bathroom."
Illyana regarded 'Joe' with a weary expression. "Fascinating. Was Mark in there, by any chance? Because you know he doesn't really mean it."
"Mark who?" Joe asked, a bit befuddled. "Doesn't mean what?"
Illyana drew a hand over her face, feeling weary. "Never mind. What happened in the bathroom?" Sue her; she was morbidly curious. It was a product of her increasingly dull existence.
"Mary Ann was in there, and she wouldn't let me out. She kept acting like I was someone different, and then she, she..." he looked around furtively, and leaned in close. "She stuck her -hand- down my pants," he told her in a hoarse whisper.
Illyana, trying to keep a straight face, bit her cheek until she tasted blood. She would remember this moment for the rest of her life, no matter what other awful things happened in this awful place. "Well," she said, when she felt she could speak without laughing, "what do you think she was trying to do?"
"I have NO idea." Joe sounded mortified, scandalized, and plenty of other adjectives. "And she was talking in other languages and stuff. I didn't even know Mary Ann spoke other languages. She kept trying to convince me I was this other guy who lived in New York City, and she was just...really weird."
Winding a strand of hair around her finger, Illyana made her eyes very wide. "Do you think she was trying to . . . be your girlfriend?"
"I don't know what she was trying to do, honestly." Joe shook his head. "The whole thing was just very strange. I mean, a girl cornering a guy in the bathroom?" He shrugged and glanced at her. "So, do you want to dance some more?"
Something seemed to change on the blonde girl's face, a little bit like resignation, before it slid into an expression few had seen on it before – open happiness. "Sure," she agreed, unwinding the hair and full-out smiling at him.
He swung her out onto the floor as Flash put another record on the turntables and grinned, the strange happenings with Mary Ann forgotten. He was out with his girlfriend, and maybe if he was lucky, they might go parking out along Lovers' Lane when the sock hop was done.
Illyana regarded 'Joe' with a weary expression. "Fascinating. Was Mark in there, by any chance? Because you know he doesn't really mean it."
"Mark who?" Joe asked, a bit befuddled. "Doesn't mean what?"
Illyana drew a hand over her face, feeling weary. "Never mind. What happened in the bathroom?" Sue her; she was morbidly curious. It was a product of her increasingly dull existence.
"Mary Ann was in there, and she wouldn't let me out. She kept acting like I was someone different, and then she, she..." he looked around furtively, and leaned in close. "She stuck her -hand- down my pants," he told her in a hoarse whisper.
Illyana, trying to keep a straight face, bit her cheek until she tasted blood. She would remember this moment for the rest of her life, no matter what other awful things happened in this awful place. "Well," she said, when she felt she could speak without laughing, "what do you think she was trying to do?"
"I have NO idea." Joe sounded mortified, scandalized, and plenty of other adjectives. "And she was talking in other languages and stuff. I didn't even know Mary Ann spoke other languages. She kept trying to convince me I was this other guy who lived in New York City, and she was just...really weird."
Winding a strand of hair around her finger, Illyana made her eyes very wide. "Do you think she was trying to . . . be your girlfriend?"
"I don't know what she was trying to do, honestly." Joe shook his head. "The whole thing was just very strange. I mean, a girl cornering a guy in the bathroom?" He shrugged and glanced at her. "So, do you want to dance some more?"
Something seemed to change on the blonde girl's face, a little bit like resignation, before it slid into an expression few had seen on it before – open happiness. "Sure," she agreed, unwinding the hair and full-out smiling at him.
He swung her out onto the floor as Flash put another record on the turntables and grinned, the strange happenings with Mary Ann forgotten. He was out with his girlfriend, and maybe if he was lucky, they might go parking out along Lovers' Lane when the sock hop was done.
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