Lil and Adrienne - Backdated Sunday Afternoon

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Lil comes over to play video games with Adrienne and Adrienne gets frisky with her after discussing Lil's husband.

Since Lil had been the one to make the suggestion, Adrienne had invited the Amazonian blonde over to play shooting video games with her instead of her usual Wii companion. She would have invited both Morgan and Lil, but Morgan didn't seem to be especially fond of the other woman, and as fond as Adrienne was of stirring up shit, she was reluctant to do so with Morgan lately. Plus Morgan had gone to Africa. So she perched on the couch, the game console already running, and toyed with the plastic controller-holder that was shaped like a gun, testing the thing for how it compared with a real weapon.

"Knock-knock," came Lil's voice through the door. She would have actually knocked if her hands weren't full and she'd learned the hard way not to attempt tapping it with the toe of her shoe. Breaking down the brunette's door was not the way to start off the get together. "It's Lil and I come bearing goodies."

"Bribes are always a good thing," the psychometrist answered good-naturedly, opening the door. "You're going to need them because I'm going to severely kick your ass." She ushered the taller woman inside and closed the door behind her, hands outstretched to help carry said goodies. "What do we have here?"

"Chocolate brownies," the blonde replied, handing over the covered dish. "Wish I could claim I made them but if I did, you wouldn't wanna eat them so credit goes to my suitemate Amara. And in the other hand," she shifted the bag then winced when the sound of glass clinking together was heard, "is some beer for me, though you're certainly welcome to share if you've gone back on your no alcohol rule, and several cans of different types of pop - diet included."

Adrienne raised a fist. "Still holding strong on no alcohol, so thanks for the soda." She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with plates, cutlery, and glasses, putting everything, including the brownies, onto the coffee table. "So, I feel I should warn you that your friend Bishop told me that video shooting games actually make you a worse shot in real life," she muttered, seating herself on the couch again.

"My friend Bishop needs to learn how to stop thinking like a cop all the time and have some fun once in awhile," she replied, pulling out the drinks. Not that she hadn't had fun with him, the swings and then dancing, but Lil had the distinct impression they weren't things he did regularly hence the need for His Excellency to cut loose a more often. "They're called games for a reason and I highly doubt a couple hours of zapping ducks or Nazis is gonna completely throw off any real training."

"Speaking of which, do you want to zap ducks or Nazis?" Adrienne asked, cutting a piece of brownie for herself and one for Lil. 'My assistant went out and got some sort of shooter game, and I have the duck hunt because I downloaded it with some other games."

Lil twisted the cap off her beer after setting out a couple of different types of soft drinks for Adrienne to select from then collapsed onto the couch. "We can work our way up the evolutionary ladder: Nazis then ducks or practice our aim with the birds and then reenact World War II. Either's fine with me; I've never played before so I'll be equally bad no matter what one we go for."

"Let's do Nazis first- I think the duck one might only be one-player," the psychometrist muttered, but she wasn't entirely sure. She took a diet soda and cracked it open, pouring it into a glass. "So you and Bishop don't... have fun together?"she asked, raising an eyebrow as she pointed her controller at the television screen and navigated to the Call of Duty game. "Have you ever played Wii before?"

A sip of beer straight from the bottle and the Amazon shrugged her one shouldered shrug. "Not in the context you mean," Lil said, slipping the little band around her wrist. "He's teaching me how to shoot and we might get together to wrestle - really wrestle, grapple and stuff in the gym to work on my skills, no kinky stuff," she added quickly. "And we've been on one date but that's the extent of it. I uh still have a husband legally back home plus I'm new here so... trying to take it slow for now until I get a bit more settled. As for the Wii, nope, never played."

"Dating yet still legally married?" Adrienne pondered non-judgmentally. "Was this a mutual decision? Hmm, I'm going to stand to get a better stance," she informed Lil, biting into her brownie before doing so.

"One date is not dating," she said with a frown. "We were supposed to do something for New Years and he had to bail so he made up for it by taking me to a jazz house." The midnight kiss didn't need to be mentioned. Her eyes went from Adrienne to the screen then back. "I'm gonna stay sitting; I don't trust that thing to register right with my height. And was what a mutual decision? The separation or my date with Bishop?"

Adrienne started the game without warning Lil, or even reading herself how it worked. "The separation, and the dating in general. Does hubby get to date too?" she asked as she started moving her character around.

Lil watched as Adrienne shot down the digital Nazis, stuffing her face full of brownies and beer before sighing. "I don't care what that asshole does though right now I don't think he's even aware women exist let alone has any interest in dating." Hell, she wasn't even sure Maddy realized she was gone. With the way he'd been wrapped up in his project, it wouldn't surprise her.

"You know, the thing about playing video games is you lose if you sit there stuffing your face instead of actually picking up the controller and playing," Adrienne pointed out. "Course, I have no problem kicking your ass, so I'm fine with the idea of you not even trying." What Lil was saying about her husband was odd to the psychometrist. She'd mentioned a physical fight before, but with what she was saying now it didn't seem like there was abuse involved, unless she was just hiding it very well. "Hubby doesn't pay enough attention? Or you don't like the attention he gives?" she asked, hoping that maybe the innuendo would help her figure out what the situation was without actually asking.

Sticking her tongue out, Lil shoved the rest of the brownie in her mouth then washed it down with a long draw from her beer bottle. "Never played before so some directions would be nice," the blonde chuckled briefly before her brow drew into a serious line and she shook her head. "Maddy - the asshole - decided playing with his damn robot was more important than trying to be a husband so the former. Believe me, if he'd ever raised a hand to me, none of this 'dating Bishop stuff' would be a problem because Madison wouldn't be breathing."

Something tugged at the back of her brain and she couldn't keep her frown from deepening as she remember Adrienne's question at the pool. 'Did you kill your husband, too?' "He was an ass, a harmless one but still an ass," Lil said at length, hoping she hadn't offended the other woman in someway, not knowing her situation. "But it doesn't matter; he's there, I'm here so how about you teach me how to kill some Nazis?"

"I don't know what the hell I'm doing," Adrienne scoffed with a laugh. "I'm just shooting." She drank some of her soda, pondering what Lil had implied about doing violence to her husband. Adrienne didn't enjoy violent people overly much, they made her nervous, but she couldn't really fault the woman considering her own view on spousal abuse. Besides, how could she tell how much was bravado? "A robot? Is that like some sort of newfangled sex toy?"

Lil snorted at that, shaking her head. "I wish. I mean an actual robot. A mecha he... phases into and walks around in like some overgrown tin solider." She munched on another brownie as she eyed the screen but her focus was definitely not on the frozen game. "An asshole with the ultimate boy's toy and it had to be the one I fell in love with."

Adrienne laughed at that. "You married a Tin Man? Oh, sweetie, that's tragic. I can see how Bishop would be preferable over that."

"Mine had a heart. For awhile at least, anyway," the blonde replied then grabbed her beer and took a long sip. "And if weren't for Bishop, I'd probably swear off men for awhile."

"Not a bad plan," Adrienne smirked, restarting the game and poking at the controller around Lil's wrist, "women tend to be a lot more attentive to each other in bed, but, she added conversationally, attention on the screen, "as someone who's played in the grass on both sides of that fence, I have to say don't swear too loudly- there's still something about men that just..." she trailed off, concentration focused on Nazis in front of her on the screen. It wasn't as if she'd had much to compare when it came to sex these days, anyway.

"I didn't mean switch teams," Lil laughed, shaking her head as she watched Adrienne shoot. "I meant just stay away from guys; despite a few drunken moments with some friends, I'm not into girls no matter how... attentive or not they are. A couple kisses in a bar is as far as I'm ever gonna go with anyone with tits," she said with a smile then started smashing buttons with her thumb and trigger finger hoping something would make the onscreen soldiers fall.

"I never said switch teams," the psychometrist corrected with a grin. "I said play both sides of the fence. And that's sad. But I get it. Girls don't really get me off anymore, so I get it." Of course, neither did guys, so it was probably silly for her to keep saying that, but she wasn't going to mention that. "It's sad, really. I still remember the first girl I took to bed with me. She was exquisite. Greek. Model. Sunbronzed blonde with patrician features. Green eyes. Snake tattoo on her hip. One of those snakes that eats its tail. Well, that's interesting," she exclaimed in sudden remembrance, and grinned at Lil unabashedly, not caring if she was making the other woman uncomfortable with her subject matter, "her name was Lilith. Lili."

She couldn't help it. Lil actually squirmed a bit in her seat under Adrienne's gaze. She had no problem with women who slept with other women, just so long as they didn't involve her in it. "No one calls me Lilly," the blonde said. It was the safest reply she could think of even if it wasn't completely true. "And I really have no intention on playing on any other girl's lawn, thanks."

Adrienne cackled at Lil's squirming, then turned her attention back to the game. "Don't get upset- take it as a compliment," she suggested. "Lili was fantastic.The things that girl could do with her tongue..." she shivered at the memory. "Maybe that's why I stopped being satisfied with women- I compared everyone else to her." She'd never actually thought this much about the subject, and was mostly just speaking to try and make Lil squirm some more. It didn't really matter, it was far from serious, but she was having fun doing it. "After a few other attempts to recapture the experiences I had with Lili, I realized the rest were all let downs. Of course, I was also seventeen at the time. Maybe I should try again..." She had to bite back a wicked grin, eagerly anticipating the response she would get.

The Canadian's nose wrinkled in distaste and she took a long swig of her second beer, practically draining the bottle. "Don't even think about it," Lil commanded, shifting again uncomfortably. "Already told you I don't screw other women and while I'm flattered or whatever, I'm here for brownies and blowing Nazis up. Besides, wouldn't your girlfriend get pissed?"

Thoroughly enjoying herself, Adrienne leaned over and ran a finger up Lil's arm. "Morgan's not here," she simpered close to Lil's ear, having no trouble leading Lil to believe she and Morgan were involved. "Or, if you're worried about pissing her off, we could invite her to join us when she gets back. I think she'd enjoy that." She was having trouble keeping a straight face, biting her lower lip so hard she could almost taste blood.

Lil shrugged Adrienne's hand off and scooted away from her. "Quit it, Adrienne," she demanded, her nose still scrunched. "I'm not worried about pissing her off, I don't fuck women," the blonde said, trying to put it into the simplest terms possible. "You or anyone else. Thanks for the offer but no."

Cackling gleefully, Adrienne collapsed backwards on her side of the couch. "Alright, alright. It was just a joke, Peanut. You really do need to learn how to lighten up and be more cheerful. Besides, I don't think I want to share Morgan," she said with a giggle. "Topic closed. Let's kill Nazis."

Her eyes narrowed at the other woman even as a small smile spread across her lips. Peanut? "I don't share, period. Besides, I'd break you in half. But like you said, let's kill some Nazis."


"I'd like to see you try," Adrienne responded, smiling back. "I'm not entirely sure, but I should warn you that there might be a blue woman coming after you if you do break me in half." After seeing how worried Morgan had been over what she thought had happened to Adrienne with Manuel, Adrienne thought maybe it was a possiblity. "A sparring match between the two of you would be great entertainment, you know. And not in a sexual way, either..."