Adrienne/Garrison: At The Bar

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Kane enjoys his birthday with his sister. Predictably, Adrienne joins in on making his night a living hell.



"I managed to catch the birthday boy alone at a bar on his birthday?" Adrienne asked cheerfully, approaching Kane's usual booth at Harry's, "what did you do, start talking Jays and everyone abandoned you?" She had a small, rather lopsided chocolate-frosted cake balanced on one hand and a designer tote bag in the other. Waving to Lil behind the bar, Adrienne slid into the booth next to him and pushed the cake plate across the table. "I made that myself. I'm not going to sing, but happy birthday."

"I was promised some kind of weird nakedness by Morgan on my birthday. Granted, I think it was supposed to be blue and have an automatic weapon involved." Kane shrugged, and motioned behind himself. "This is Vikks. Please, don't sleep with her."

Adrienne smiled politely at the tall brunette who'd been ordering at the bar and talking to Lil when she'd walked in. "Hi. He's kidding about the sleeping with you thing. Unless you'd like to participate in my evil plot to make your brother's brain leak out his ears, in which case feel free."

"Hey. Lil told me about my brother's oversensitivity. She also said you're a great source for free, unrequested sex toys." Victoria Kane was tall and darkhaired, like her brother, although still a good head shorter than Lil. She was wearing jeans and a light sweater, dressed simply. Without the introduction, she could have been any normal girl in the pub.

"Alright, there are new rules for my birthday. You don't discuss the details of your sex life with my friends, who will take pleasure relating to me in graphic detail, and I won't call Dad, mention that whatever mouthbreather you pick up next gives me a bad vibe, and thus land him on a watch list for international terrorism." Kane said, vainly trying to cut the disastrous conversation off at the knees.

Adrienne pulled a plastic knife out of her bag and set the bag on the floor, out of view. It would be embarrassing for her if Garrison opened his presents in front of her sister, because they were stupid. She pushed the knife across the table towards the cake, then addressed Vikks. "I do clothes as well as toys," she informed the other woman, "so if I know where to send it I can get you an underbust corset or a nice rubber minidress."

It looked like Kane was deciding whether to eat the cake or shove it in his ears and use it to block his hearing, but his sister just laughed.

"Nah, I'm good. With the guys at school, 'yes' is suitably erotic enough to get them interested. Also fits into my time management. You want ones that you can detach and return to the ocean when exams are looming. I haven't met any that are more attractive than that medical degree." Vikks grinned and stole a fingerful of icing.

"I'm not listening to either of you." Kane said in a sotto voice, under his breath. He had beer and cake. If he focused on the beer and cake, maybe the sounds of the horrible things with soft bits would not be able to enter.

Enjoying Kane's discomfort, Adrienne grinned at Vikks. "Not even that drummer Lil told me about? She mentioned you'd said he had a lot of rhythm."

"He did. The only problem was that he fit all the good and bad stereotypes about a drummer. Good band, great in the sack, but, well... do you know what the drummer got on his IQ test?" Vikks waited for a shake of the head as no. "Saliva. Pretty, talented, energetic, but just dumb as a stump."

"I think I can get around my healing factor with this plastic knife. My death will be forensic legend."

Giggling amiably at Vikks' comment, Adrienne reached across the table to take the knife from Garrison with one hand while reaching in her purse for a wetnap with the other. She transferred the knife to her other hand and gave it a reading. "Nope, you'd survive," she told him cheerfully a few seconds later, handing it back to him. "You'd get blood all over your clothes, and your sister's clothes, and you'd completely ruin the cake, and I might throw up, but you wouldn't die. Helps that little sis is a med student," she pointed out to him, then turned back to the brunette. "Lil says you made out with her once on a dare. Is she a good kisser? She tells me she's straight but I'm not convinced."

"I would not get forward with Lil. Very straight, and once dropped a woman that called her a lipstick lesbian because she turned her down. She's married, you know. Not happily, but it has nothing to do with sex. Much like my brother's love life."

"Shut. Up. Vikks." Garrison said flatly.

"Aw, too soon? It's been, what, almost two years now? Including the, what, ten months you sat around moaning over Marie because you were too thick to just give her a call?" Victoria knew them both well, and it had taken a supreme effort of will not to tell Marie while she was in Canada to call, or yell at her brother to do the same. She wasn't surprised when she'd found out that they'd decided to focus on being friends again. Both were decent people who had been agonizing over the fact that they were hurting each other. "You need to get laid, brother dear."

"I do not need advice from the woman whose ass showed up in a green thong on the Belcher's website photos of St.Patricks Day." Kane said, and pointed at Adrienne. "And I don't need play by play about her sexual adventures from the peanut gallery either."

"I have no designs on Lil," Adrienne assured Vikks. She knew Lil loved Madison and that she was going out of her mind not having sex with him, but also that she was sticking to her convictions about not sleeping around until she worked things out with him. "I just enjoy teasing her."

Narrowing her eyes, she stuck her tongue out at Kane. "The peanut gallery doesn't have to sit here and take this censoring of what she can play-by-play," she pointed out, sliding over the booth to possibly storm off melodramatically. Honestly, it was a little awkward to be hanging out with Garrison while his sister was around. Adrienne would really rather not know about Garrison needing to get laid. She would really rather not think about Garrison needing to get laid, and was having a hard time not thinking about it now that it had been brought up.