Lil and Adrienne - Sunday Afternoon
Feb. 8th, 2009 04:13 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
x-adrienne.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
xp_logsAdrienne admires Lil's new t-shirt.
Arms full of bags from a shopping trip she'd undertaken to buy clothes for Manuel's sister- not because she liked children but because she was amused by the thought of several possible reactions from Manuel- Adrienne juggled several of her packages as she fumbled for her keys. After several seconds she gave up the task, realizing she could never open the door on her own anyway, since putting the bags down would be time-consuming and a little like admitting that she had a bit of a shopping problem. So instead she kicked at the door with her boot and hoped someone was nearby on the other side.
Bag of chips in hand, Lil was making her way from the kitchen up to her room when she heard the knock. She wiped her finger on her pants as she peeked out to see who it was then opened the door with a smirk. "Whatever it is you're selling, I don't think we're interested in buying," the giantess said with a laugh, leaning against the door frame as she chomped on her chips, effectively blocking Adrienne's way in.
As she glared at Lil for blocking her way, Adrienne glanced at the other woman's shirt and smirked. "Canadians eat more beaver? Nice top. Seems like you were protesting too much during our video game night."
"Seems so. Or at least, enough that someone would think it was funny to send me a shirt like this." Lil looked down at the tee and gave a little shrug. "Figured wearing it was the least I could do since it was a present and all." And to show she wasn't one to back down from a challenge or couldn't take a joke. She cocked her head to the side as she looked the brunette up and down. "You wouldn't happen to know who decided to shower me with such a lovely thing, do you? I'd really like to show them my gratitude in person."
Sensing a threat, Adrienne's expression turned stony. "I've heard there's an evil elf around the mansion," she said with a shrug, then took a step forward into Lil's personal space to try and make the other woman move so she could come in.
The blonde woman laughed as she stepped out of Adrienne's way. "I wouldn't let Jean-Paul hear you say that. He might get the wrong idea," she said as she munched on a few more chips. "And all I meant was that I wanted to thank them. I'm thinking about starting a collection of inappropriate shirts now 'cause of this one. It's funny which leads me to believe that two of my suspects couldn't have done it. Leaving only one," Lil smirked, fixing the brunette with her gaze again. "One who I had a conversation with recently about my choice of bedmates."
"I'm just repeating what I've heard," the psychometrist shrugged. "No insult to Jean-Paul intended. You're not implying that I'm a suspect, are you?" she asked in a scoffing, offended tone. "The very idea of me giving you an inappropriate top? It's ridiculous! Who are your other two suspects and why couldn't they have done it?" The idea of an inappropriate shirt collection made her grin inwardly, though she showed no sign of it to Lil. She had a few more in mind she thought Lil would appreciate.
"I'd never imply such a thing," Lil swore with a bright smile. "Manuel but he has no sense of humor as far as I can tell, at least the the kind that would lend itself to this shirt. Second one was Garrison but he knows better than to start a war with me because Vikks and I are still tight and I could whip up a mountain's worth of revenge with one email." More chips were crunched on and Lil gave a one-shouldered shrug. "So, it must have been an evil elf or something which leads me to the problem of trying to figure out how to get said elf to bring me more gifts."
Adrienne smiled back, moving towards the stairwell as her bags were beginning to hurt her hands. "Well, perhaps the evil elf is like Santa Claus, and he just knows what you'd like him to bring you, even if you haven't written him a letter."
"He doesn't sound so evil," the younger woman commented before rolling her eyes and yanking a few of the bags out of Adrienne's hands. "Hold my chips."
Arms full of bags from a shopping trip she'd undertaken to buy clothes for Manuel's sister- not because she liked children but because she was amused by the thought of several possible reactions from Manuel- Adrienne juggled several of her packages as she fumbled for her keys. After several seconds she gave up the task, realizing she could never open the door on her own anyway, since putting the bags down would be time-consuming and a little like admitting that she had a bit of a shopping problem. So instead she kicked at the door with her boot and hoped someone was nearby on the other side.
Bag of chips in hand, Lil was making her way from the kitchen up to her room when she heard the knock. She wiped her finger on her pants as she peeked out to see who it was then opened the door with a smirk. "Whatever it is you're selling, I don't think we're interested in buying," the giantess said with a laugh, leaning against the door frame as she chomped on her chips, effectively blocking Adrienne's way in.
As she glared at Lil for blocking her way, Adrienne glanced at the other woman's shirt and smirked. "Canadians eat more beaver? Nice top. Seems like you were protesting too much during our video game night."
"Seems so. Or at least, enough that someone would think it was funny to send me a shirt like this." Lil looked down at the tee and gave a little shrug. "Figured wearing it was the least I could do since it was a present and all." And to show she wasn't one to back down from a challenge or couldn't take a joke. She cocked her head to the side as she looked the brunette up and down. "You wouldn't happen to know who decided to shower me with such a lovely thing, do you? I'd really like to show them my gratitude in person."
Sensing a threat, Adrienne's expression turned stony. "I've heard there's an evil elf around the mansion," she said with a shrug, then took a step forward into Lil's personal space to try and make the other woman move so she could come in.
The blonde woman laughed as she stepped out of Adrienne's way. "I wouldn't let Jean-Paul hear you say that. He might get the wrong idea," she said as she munched on a few more chips. "And all I meant was that I wanted to thank them. I'm thinking about starting a collection of inappropriate shirts now 'cause of this one. It's funny which leads me to believe that two of my suspects couldn't have done it. Leaving only one," Lil smirked, fixing the brunette with her gaze again. "One who I had a conversation with recently about my choice of bedmates."
"I'm just repeating what I've heard," the psychometrist shrugged. "No insult to Jean-Paul intended. You're not implying that I'm a suspect, are you?" she asked in a scoffing, offended tone. "The very idea of me giving you an inappropriate top? It's ridiculous! Who are your other two suspects and why couldn't they have done it?" The idea of an inappropriate shirt collection made her grin inwardly, though she showed no sign of it to Lil. She had a few more in mind she thought Lil would appreciate.
"I'd never imply such a thing," Lil swore with a bright smile. "Manuel but he has no sense of humor as far as I can tell, at least the the kind that would lend itself to this shirt. Second one was Garrison but he knows better than to start a war with me because Vikks and I are still tight and I could whip up a mountain's worth of revenge with one email." More chips were crunched on and Lil gave a one-shouldered shrug. "So, it must have been an evil elf or something which leads me to the problem of trying to figure out how to get said elf to bring me more gifts."
Adrienne smiled back, moving towards the stairwell as her bags were beginning to hurt her hands. "Well, perhaps the evil elf is like Santa Claus, and he just knows what you'd like him to bring you, even if you haven't written him a letter."
"He doesn't sound so evil," the younger woman commented before rolling her eyes and yanking a few of the bags out of Adrienne's hands. "Hold my chips."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}