Kevin & Monet: Backdated to Friday

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Monet gives Kevin a rugby lesson, but he doesn't get it. Afterward conversation turns to Jay's jealous streak, art museum catastrophe and getting Cessily alone in a motel room...sorta

Monet contemplated her beer. It was the last of the crownies she'd brought. If she wanted another, they'd be onto the American stuff. "Well? What did you think?"

Kevin stared at the TV screen, then glanced at Monet and stared at the screen again. "Ah don't geddit," he said with a hoarse voice from the screaming he'd directed at said screen. "Ah think Ah like it, but Ah don't get it."

Monet nodded. "Well, at least you like it. You can still be saved." She took a sip of beer. "Anything you didn't get in particular?"

Kevin clutched a hand over his head, "Yer just like mah own personal Jesus gonna save me from the raptures o' hell." If anyone inquired Kevin would blame Jay for making him more dramatic through osmosis. "Well," he considered her question while taking a swig of his own beer. "Ya know all them 'technical details' Ah kept askin' 'bout an' you kept explainin' and Ah kept being confused 'bout? Yeah, pretty much those."

Monet doubled over laughing. "Oh dear. How about we just pretend you got them? I don't want to explain knock ons again." She grinned. "Jay threatened me about you. Y'know that? I don't think he was entirely joking, either."

"Ah'm all fer pretendin'. Don't wanna ruin what masculinity Ah've still got 'round here." Kevin was grinning right along with Monet up until she mentioned the threatening. What the hell? "What'd 'e say? And when was this?" And why was Jay threatening people over him?

"He warned me off hurting you, Kevvy Pants. Quite a possessive boy, Jay. Very charming about it. On the journals, and while he wasn't serious, it was still ... thing. Funny." She put her empty down and opened another.

"So he wasn't entirely joking but he wasn't serious. Now yer just confusin' me on purpose. Again." He wasn't sure how he felt about less than kidding threats about hurting him, honestly. "'Sides, unless you decide to throw me out a window or through a wall er somethin' Ah reckon Ah'm safe from harm."

"I don't thing he was worried about your virtue, mate. Or me hurting you physically. I'm hardly your type, am I? Nah, he has this weird belief that I'll mess with your head. Or something." Monet shook her own head for emphasis.

After thinking about it for all of a second Kevin shook his head. "Nah, yer not. You an' Jennie both have that hot but kinda terrifyin' thing about you. Ah try not to wanna date people who scare me for legitimate reason." He was grinning which made him seem a lot less serious. He wasn't, though. Jennie and Monet really were both on the extremely pleasant to look at side of things. The idea of either of them snapping genuinely terrified him though. Of course, maybe Jennie more so since she liked to point out how twisted she always was. "Why would 'e think you'd mess with mah head? Stupid nicknames aside and all."

"Thank you." Monet leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee. "I'm assuming he thought that, since, y'know, it was on the journals, so I can't know for sure." She grinned and settled back into her seat.

Screw messing with his head, if Monet was out for anything it was watching Kevin twitch. The reaction had been instantaneous with her hand's placement on his knee. Kevin leaned away from Monet and tensed up enough that it was easily noticeable in his neck. "Unless he'd got a reason to think it Ah'm gonna err on the side of Jay most likely just jokin' around," Kevin's voice came out even quieter than his usual soft tone and the tension in it was only worsened by the thickening of an already already thick, nondescript Southern accent.

She'd gone too far. That much was clear in the way Kevin tensed up. Watching him twitch was one thing, actually freaking him out, another and likely to give her a headache, too. Monet scooched a little further away from Kevin and handed him a beer. "Are you going to go find a bit on the side? Should he be worried?"

"'Scuse me?" Kevin was caught between laughing and possibly wanting to hit something at just how weird his night had gotten in the span of about three minutes. He took the beer and twisted the cap off while he tried to figure that one out. After a swig he finally said, "Yer seriously askin' if Ah'm gonna cheat on Jay? Jesus, just think about that fer a moment. Ya don't even need to consider that it's me. Just try an' take someone with mah mutation and think of how well they'd pull off cheatin' on someone. Not to mention there ain't many people in the entire world would want to risk themselves considering that."

"And it was worth it, just for that." The expression on his face was priceless. Monet grinned cheerfully. "Well, at least you'll be able to wow them with your rugby knowledge, now."

Kevin actually stuck his tongue out at her for that. "Fer the record, Ah ain't got no reason to wanna cheat on Jay. No one would compare even if Ah was that stupid." Just barely Kevin managed to hold his scowl for her in check. "That's me, King o' Rugby. Mah fanclub might get up to like eight now!" With that he laughed, leaving the idea of infidelity behind.

"I'm glad to hear that. Er, you realise I've just been giving you crap because it makes you do that twitching thing, right? I don't actually think you're going to go cheat on Jay."

Kevin's eyes darkened as he peered at her. "How 'bout ya find somethin' else to make me twitch, huh? People seem to like tryin' to make me twitch er piss me off over him and it's really lost its humor."

Not for me it hasn't. Monet was good, though, and didn't say it out loud. Changing the subject, she said "Did you see anything good at the Met?"

"Haven't gone yet. We're goin' on Sunday. Woulda gone last weekend but Ah dragged sculptures inta the city fer selling one day and didn't think last Sunday would've been enough notice fer people, in case they had plans but still wanted to come and all." Though the very mention of the Met, which then inferred art, had lit up Kevin's eyes and entire mood quite considerably.

"You're going to go on a weekend? I figured you'd already been, during the week." And you and Yvette are both going... I wonder who'll loose it first in there "Couldn't you arrange for Yvette to get a morning off school? How did the sculptures go down?"

"We're gettin' there first thing when it opens." He didn't bother to address the considerations of it being he and Yvette because honestly he treated himself enough like a freak that while it didn't surprise him when other people did it got a little old that they didn't seem to think he'd already thought of these things. "Ah don't wanna force her to miss school just fer a museum and Ah'd rather not take the time off on Nathan either. It'll be fine. And the sculptures went well. Well, after people here nabbed whatever they wanted. New girl went with me. Cessily, y'know, the shiny one?"

Monet nodded, picking up on the tangle of feelings coming across from him. For once, she decided to err on the side of tact and didn't pursue the museum. "Cessily, huh? What's she like?"

"Ah dunno, person-like?" Kevin shrugged. He was ever so descriptive here, and realizing that he tried again. "She's nice. Smiles a lot. Kinda awe-struck by the city, which was kinda fun jus' to watch. Ah took her 'round a bit since she'd never been before. Ah'm kinda a lousy tour guide, though, 'less people wanna see really cheap motels in like Brooklyn an' stuff."

Monet snorted. "Maybe skip that part in favour of Central Park next time? She might get the wrong idea."

"Uh...yeah," he said awkwardly. His brain, oddly enough, hadn't even gone there with the motel thought. Of course now it was. "'Voidin' for tha park, check." Mentally he tried to take a scrub brush to his brain and the effort shone on his face.


"You... Oh, dude." Monet could barely talk for laughing. Kevin's thought had been so very loud and clear. "Dude... I just meant that she'll think the city is skeevy and... Dude."

Kevin promptly reached out with a gloved hand, grabbed a pillow and chucked it straight at Monet's head. "Stop sayin' 'dude' like ya didn't put the thought in my head." It was all her fault, he maintained. No such thoughts were even near his head before her comment. Besides, Cessily didn't actually register on his radar as an actual girl.

Monet batted the pillow away, still giggling. "I didn't. It's your own dirty mind doing it to you."

"Nah, not without the help o' my favorite devil on mah shoulder," he told her pointedly. No way was he taking the blame for that one.

"Okay, fine. My fault, too and I bags the last beer."