Adrienne and Amanda - post healing
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xp_logsFollowing the healing spell on Vanessa, Amanda staggers upstairs to where Adrienne has got things ready for some serious downtime.
Adrienne stared at the pizza boxes with steam still wafting up from them as she waited for Amanda's arrival and mused on the fact that she'd been going through a lot of pizza since the whole Vanessa rescue thing. Was it a throwback to her model days that she considered pizza the ultimate de-stressing, fortifying, comfort-type food? She'd have to put in some extra time on her swim tomorrow morning to work it off, but it seemed like the best thing to have on hand for someone who'd be needing to recouperate from a spell. Pizza and tea. She figured Amanda should have tea. So she'd made tea. And now she was just waiting. And it was annoying.
Maybe Amanda was too worn out to make it up the stairs to Adrienne's suite? Did someone need to bring her up? Should she go down and find her? Adrienne rose from her couch and went to the door, intending to do just that.
There was a knock at the door, not weak but definitely tired sounding, followed by a soft thump that sounded like someone laying their forehead against the door to hold themselves up. "'S me," came Amanda's voice, heavy-sounding. "Please tell me there's food in there."
"Yes, I've got pizza," Adrienne answered, relief in her voice. "And beer. And tea. And chocolate. Don't fall over." She waited a beat and then opened the door, arms out in case Amanda fell inward.
The witch didn't exactly topple over, but she grabbed the door frame to support herself. "Fuck, I'm knackered," she said, her accent thicker than usual from fatigue. "I forgot how much a big healing takes it out of me. You're a lifesaver, mate."
"Hey, if a witch wants sanctuary, I give her sanctuary. I don't want to be turned into a toad or anything," the brunette smirked, torn between wanting to reach out and help Amanda over to the couch or not touchng her and just leaving her be. She made a sort of awkward half-step towards Amanda but also a bit to the side, and stretched out her arm, so she wasn't exactly invading Amanda's space and forcing Amanda to let Adrienne support her, but rather was making a gesture to help if needed and letting Amanda fill in the space between them if she wanted to. If she didn't, it was also a gesture which could hopefully be written off as an effort to clean a speck of dust off the door frame.
"I barely have the energy to turn over in bed, let alone anything toad-ish." Amanda solved Adrienne's dilemma by reaching over and laying her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "I think I used all my oomph getting up the stairs. Bloody pride." In fact, she hadn't wanted Jean to decide she needed admitting to medlab, hence the show of walking out while humming "Henry the Eighth I Am" very loudly in her head.
"Pizza will make it all better, dear, don't fret," Adrienne gushed in an over-the-top grandmotherish soothing voice. She put her arm around Amanda's waist, kicked the door closed, and helped walk her to the couch, nudging the two large pizza boxes closer to her. "I got a half-spinach-and-feta, half-veggie, and a half-spicy-pepperoni, half-Hawaiian." Basically the same order she'd placed when Jean had come over. But why mess with the system when the system wasn't broken? "I'll grab you some tea. Or do you want a beer instead?"
"I'll go to boozer's hell for saying this, but tea, please." Amanda settled onto the couch, already flipping open the closest pizza box and grabbing a random slice. "If I have beer, I'll be arse over tits in five minutes flat." The last was said with her mouth full and came out rather muffled.
Adrienne fixed two cups of tea from where a pot had been steeping (her fourth one, since they kept getting cold because she didn't know how long Amanda would be) and brought them out to the living area, sitting cross-legged in the chair at the end of the coffee table. She set one on the table for Amanda. "Eat first, then you can go... arse over tits," she grinned, choosing a slice of pizza for herself. "Don't stay awake for my sake though."
She let Amanda eat and drink until she had a bit more colour before the psychometrist's curiosity got the better of her. "So I'm gonna assume everything went alright with the spell in the end?" she quipped, figuring that Amanda would have either not shown up or told her immediately if something bad had happened.
Amanda nodded, chewing and swallowing before replying verbally. "Yeah, she's good to go. I was mostly finishing things up from the borrowed healing factors." She reached for the tea and drank a good few swallows, washing down the pizza. "So that's all taken care of. Maybe it'll distract people from this ball's up over Halloween."
"Good. I'll keep my phone on for Jean's okay about seeing her," Adrienne smiled. "What did we do before smartphones?"
Concerned by Amanda's comment about Hallowe'en, Adrienne raised an eyebrow as she set her own teacup down. "Do I detect a hint of defensiveness about what happened at the party? Are you getting flak from people about it?"
"Gar's pissed off about the whole thing," Amanda admitted. "He blames me for cock-blocking him." She shrugged. "'M not defensive, more annoyed. I was a sixteen year old junkie, for fuck's sake, 's not like I even remembered leaving the bloody thing there." A small smile appeared. "Nico did a good job, tho', fixing things up."
"She did," Adrienne nodded, saluting Amanda with the teacup she picked up before taking another sip. She devoured another piece of pizza before grinning widely. "I gotta say, that cock-blocking thing is pretty amusing to me. And hey, I love horses. It solved one of my lifelong fears. So I'm more of the mindset of buying your sixteen year-old junkie self some new Doc Martens or something. Don't let them make you annoyed."
"You might not be laughing in a few weeks if it's still happening and you and the Mountie want to get bouncy," Amanda pointed out, although a hint of a grin had appeared. "And you're welcome, for the horse thing. I have to admit, 'm glad most of the weirdness wasn't more dangerous, like someone trying to fly or something."
Adrienne returned the grin and picked up another slice of pizza. "Oh please, he's only just stopped being pissed enough to break things around me! There will be no bouncing in the foreseeable future." She dissolved into giggles as she thought about Amanda's other comment. "Yeah, we got off lucky that no one was dressed as Superman. Or like... Frankenstein. Or a zombie. Oh Christ, could you imagine a zombie?"
"Won't have to, if this new kid's powers are what she says they are," Amanda reflected, finishing off her second slice and grabbing a third. She really needed the fuel. "But you and Gar are talking at least, right?"
Adrienne shuddered at the thought of zombies as she ate her third piece of pizza. "We're talking, yes," she answered, and couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. "He even mentioned something about how we can't fix everything all at once, but all I heard from that was 'he wants to try to fix everything at some point'. I don't have any expectations or anything, but honestly, I'm just so damn happy he's not breaking shit anymore. It didn't look like he was gonna come around, but... I dunno. He said it had been made clear to him that he owed me an apology. I'm not sure how that became clear, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Especially now that I'm not afraid of them anymore," she chuckled. "Wait, maybe that means I can look a gift horse in the mouth now. Maybe I was better off before when I couldn't look a horse in the face?"
"Nah. Horses are nifty. You're better off liking them." Food, tea and tiredness were combining to make Amanda feel fuzzy. "And it wasn't me that gave Gar a kick in the arse, tho' I really, really wanted to."
Sensing that Amanda was beginning to hit the proverbial wall, Adrienne wiped her hands on a paper towel she'd set out on the table in lieu of napkins and polished off the rest of her tea. "Well, I appreciate the sentiment. I dunno then... maybe it was me. I mean, not physically kicking him in the ass, but I sort of lost it with him the last time we talked. 'Couldn't keep falling on the damn sword, basically told him to figure out his shit because I'm not going anywhere.
"But, like I said," she added with a shrug, not wanting to draw out the conversation when she knew her friend was exhausted, "it doesn't matter how it happened. We're back to being friendly, and I'm happy with that. And if you like horses, we should go riding some time," she grinned. "But for now, want me to throw in a movie or something we can tune out to? Or, the guest room's made up for you. Witch's choice."
"Movie," Amanda decided, despite a yawn. "If I go to bed now, I'll be up at four and might make you come running or summat balmy like that. And then you'd kill me."
"I wouldn't kill you," Adrienne scoffed, sticking Planes, Trains, and Automobiles into her dvd player before flopping down on the other end of the couch. "I may throttle and maim, but I wouldn't kill you. And it's not like I've been sleeping well anyway so I wouldn't bet against me being awake already."
As Adrienne sat down, Amanda stretched out, socked feet in the other woman's lap and cup of tea balanced on her chest. "No maiming. I've had enough getting shot and stabbed this year to last me a lifetime."
Adrienne stared at the pizza boxes with steam still wafting up from them as she waited for Amanda's arrival and mused on the fact that she'd been going through a lot of pizza since the whole Vanessa rescue thing. Was it a throwback to her model days that she considered pizza the ultimate de-stressing, fortifying, comfort-type food? She'd have to put in some extra time on her swim tomorrow morning to work it off, but it seemed like the best thing to have on hand for someone who'd be needing to recouperate from a spell. Pizza and tea. She figured Amanda should have tea. So she'd made tea. And now she was just waiting. And it was annoying.
Maybe Amanda was too worn out to make it up the stairs to Adrienne's suite? Did someone need to bring her up? Should she go down and find her? Adrienne rose from her couch and went to the door, intending to do just that.
There was a knock at the door, not weak but definitely tired sounding, followed by a soft thump that sounded like someone laying their forehead against the door to hold themselves up. "'S me," came Amanda's voice, heavy-sounding. "Please tell me there's food in there."
"Yes, I've got pizza," Adrienne answered, relief in her voice. "And beer. And tea. And chocolate. Don't fall over." She waited a beat and then opened the door, arms out in case Amanda fell inward.
The witch didn't exactly topple over, but she grabbed the door frame to support herself. "Fuck, I'm knackered," she said, her accent thicker than usual from fatigue. "I forgot how much a big healing takes it out of me. You're a lifesaver, mate."
"Hey, if a witch wants sanctuary, I give her sanctuary. I don't want to be turned into a toad or anything," the brunette smirked, torn between wanting to reach out and help Amanda over to the couch or not touchng her and just leaving her be. She made a sort of awkward half-step towards Amanda but also a bit to the side, and stretched out her arm, so she wasn't exactly invading Amanda's space and forcing Amanda to let Adrienne support her, but rather was making a gesture to help if needed and letting Amanda fill in the space between them if she wanted to. If she didn't, it was also a gesture which could hopefully be written off as an effort to clean a speck of dust off the door frame.
"I barely have the energy to turn over in bed, let alone anything toad-ish." Amanda solved Adrienne's dilemma by reaching over and laying her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "I think I used all my oomph getting up the stairs. Bloody pride." In fact, she hadn't wanted Jean to decide she needed admitting to medlab, hence the show of walking out while humming "Henry the Eighth I Am" very loudly in her head.
"Pizza will make it all better, dear, don't fret," Adrienne gushed in an over-the-top grandmotherish soothing voice. She put her arm around Amanda's waist, kicked the door closed, and helped walk her to the couch, nudging the two large pizza boxes closer to her. "I got a half-spinach-and-feta, half-veggie, and a half-spicy-pepperoni, half-Hawaiian." Basically the same order she'd placed when Jean had come over. But why mess with the system when the system wasn't broken? "I'll grab you some tea. Or do you want a beer instead?"
"I'll go to boozer's hell for saying this, but tea, please." Amanda settled onto the couch, already flipping open the closest pizza box and grabbing a random slice. "If I have beer, I'll be arse over tits in five minutes flat." The last was said with her mouth full and came out rather muffled.
Adrienne fixed two cups of tea from where a pot had been steeping (her fourth one, since they kept getting cold because she didn't know how long Amanda would be) and brought them out to the living area, sitting cross-legged in the chair at the end of the coffee table. She set one on the table for Amanda. "Eat first, then you can go... arse over tits," she grinned, choosing a slice of pizza for herself. "Don't stay awake for my sake though."
She let Amanda eat and drink until she had a bit more colour before the psychometrist's curiosity got the better of her. "So I'm gonna assume everything went alright with the spell in the end?" she quipped, figuring that Amanda would have either not shown up or told her immediately if something bad had happened.
Amanda nodded, chewing and swallowing before replying verbally. "Yeah, she's good to go. I was mostly finishing things up from the borrowed healing factors." She reached for the tea and drank a good few swallows, washing down the pizza. "So that's all taken care of. Maybe it'll distract people from this ball's up over Halloween."
"Good. I'll keep my phone on for Jean's okay about seeing her," Adrienne smiled. "What did we do before smartphones?"
Concerned by Amanda's comment about Hallowe'en, Adrienne raised an eyebrow as she set her own teacup down. "Do I detect a hint of defensiveness about what happened at the party? Are you getting flak from people about it?"
"Gar's pissed off about the whole thing," Amanda admitted. "He blames me for cock-blocking him." She shrugged. "'M not defensive, more annoyed. I was a sixteen year old junkie, for fuck's sake, 's not like I even remembered leaving the bloody thing there." A small smile appeared. "Nico did a good job, tho', fixing things up."
"She did," Adrienne nodded, saluting Amanda with the teacup she picked up before taking another sip. She devoured another piece of pizza before grinning widely. "I gotta say, that cock-blocking thing is pretty amusing to me. And hey, I love horses. It solved one of my lifelong fears. So I'm more of the mindset of buying your sixteen year-old junkie self some new Doc Martens or something. Don't let them make you annoyed."
"You might not be laughing in a few weeks if it's still happening and you and the Mountie want to get bouncy," Amanda pointed out, although a hint of a grin had appeared. "And you're welcome, for the horse thing. I have to admit, 'm glad most of the weirdness wasn't more dangerous, like someone trying to fly or something."
Adrienne returned the grin and picked up another slice of pizza. "Oh please, he's only just stopped being pissed enough to break things around me! There will be no bouncing in the foreseeable future." She dissolved into giggles as she thought about Amanda's other comment. "Yeah, we got off lucky that no one was dressed as Superman. Or like... Frankenstein. Or a zombie. Oh Christ, could you imagine a zombie?"
"Won't have to, if this new kid's powers are what she says they are," Amanda reflected, finishing off her second slice and grabbing a third. She really needed the fuel. "But you and Gar are talking at least, right?"
Adrienne shuddered at the thought of zombies as she ate her third piece of pizza. "We're talking, yes," she answered, and couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. "He even mentioned something about how we can't fix everything all at once, but all I heard from that was 'he wants to try to fix everything at some point'. I don't have any expectations or anything, but honestly, I'm just so damn happy he's not breaking shit anymore. It didn't look like he was gonna come around, but... I dunno. He said it had been made clear to him that he owed me an apology. I'm not sure how that became clear, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Especially now that I'm not afraid of them anymore," she chuckled. "Wait, maybe that means I can look a gift horse in the mouth now. Maybe I was better off before when I couldn't look a horse in the face?"
"Nah. Horses are nifty. You're better off liking them." Food, tea and tiredness were combining to make Amanda feel fuzzy. "And it wasn't me that gave Gar a kick in the arse, tho' I really, really wanted to."
Sensing that Amanda was beginning to hit the proverbial wall, Adrienne wiped her hands on a paper towel she'd set out on the table in lieu of napkins and polished off the rest of her tea. "Well, I appreciate the sentiment. I dunno then... maybe it was me. I mean, not physically kicking him in the ass, but I sort of lost it with him the last time we talked. 'Couldn't keep falling on the damn sword, basically told him to figure out his shit because I'm not going anywhere.
"But, like I said," she added with a shrug, not wanting to draw out the conversation when she knew her friend was exhausted, "it doesn't matter how it happened. We're back to being friendly, and I'm happy with that. And if you like horses, we should go riding some time," she grinned. "But for now, want me to throw in a movie or something we can tune out to? Or, the guest room's made up for you. Witch's choice."
"Movie," Amanda decided, despite a yawn. "If I go to bed now, I'll be up at four and might make you come running or summat balmy like that. And then you'd kill me."
"I wouldn't kill you," Adrienne scoffed, sticking Planes, Trains, and Automobiles into her dvd player before flopping down on the other end of the couch. "I may throttle and maim, but I wouldn't kill you. And it's not like I've been sleeping well anyway so I wouldn't bet against me being awake already."
As Adrienne sat down, Amanda stretched out, socked feet in the other woman's lap and cup of tea balanced on her chest. "No maiming. I've had enough getting shot and stabbed this year to last me a lifetime."
