Log: Layla, Sarah, and Scott, Tuesday afternoon

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Scott finds Layla and Sarah in the rec room while trying to find Layla to see how she's convalescing, and offers to take them out for a treat.


"I will totally thumb wrestle you for it." Layla even turned, tucking a leg under her so she could face Sarah and offer out a hand for wrestling. "And i'm just gonna say, I've got mad thumb skills here so you should know what you might be gettin' into." The problem with them spending so much time 'not watching movies' and with Layla being more or less incapacitated for a month was that they had totally lost track of whose movie night it was. That was why there were six DVDs laid own on the table in front of their couch. It was an achievement from the twelve they'd started with. But they couldn't remember whose movie night it was so Layla was offering a diplomatic solution, thumb wrestling.

"Oh no you didn't!" Sarah really didn't have all that much experience with thumb wrestling, to be honest, but she was more than up to the challenge. It didn't really matter to her who won anyway, since it wasn't really the watching of the movie that mattered, it was the being with Layla. So having to hold hands and wrestle thumbs to decide which one to watch? Was a win on top of a win-win, a rare win-win-win situation. "Bring it, Layla. Bring it hard." She put her hand out, thumb raised and wiggling back and forth to limber up. It was appropriate to stretch and such before exercising so Sarah assumed that applied to thumbs as well, didn't it?

"Whoa, down girl. You are not allowed to bite off my thumb to win. You're sounding kinda rabid, dude." But she reached out and hooked her fingers into Sarah's so their hands were locked together. She looked from their hands up to Sarah and gave the brunette the most smirking grin the blonde was capable of. "Alright, ready? One," her thumb moved over Sarah's to the left side of their clasped hands, "two," her thumb moved over to the side right, "three." And it was on, with the ridiculous attempt to pin Sarah's thumb down with her own, arm twisting their hands into weird angles as Layla - for some completely unforeseen reason - battled for victory.

Scott scratched his head in puzzlement, he knew Layla was still supposed to be resting after collapsing at the church a few weeks ago during the pro-mutant rally. He had already stopped by the infirmary and her room, but she was nowhere to be found. He had decided to check outside by the pool when he heard a countdown from the rec room. He glanced inside to be greeted by the sight of Sarah and Layla twisting and contorting their arms into painful positions. He leant against the door frame and smiled at the two girls, "Thumb wrestling? Really."

She was about to protest that she'd never even considered biting the other girl's thumb off when another voice drew her attention. Turning her head, she saw that it was Mr. Summers, standing in the doorway to the rec room. "Oh, hello sir!" She was immediately conscious of the fact that they were engaged in a, well, a thumb war, which really had escalated from your garden variety thumb wrestling. Knowing that he was watching resulted in her stopping the struggling against her girlfriend, not that she had been trying to win all that hard anyway.

Layla pounced on the distraction and pinned Sarah's thumb down with her own. "Victory!" Her arms raised in stereotypical goal scoring fashion. "Heeeey, Mister Vibra, do not hate on the thumb wrestling, okay? It's an ancient and time honored way of reconciling disagreements and settling questions in an appropriately non-violent but cathartic manner. And it takes mad skill, okay? But, hey, thanks for the assist." She was leaning over the back of the couch a bit to see him past Sarah properly with a beaming grin on her face.

Scott laughed at Layla's victory pose, "You're welcome," he replied before turning to the other girl, "Hey Sarah, sorry I seem to have distracted you there." He paused and glanced at Layla, "How did you manage to say all of that with a straight face?" he asked in amazement. As he spoke Scott pushed himself off the door frame and walked over the the couch. "You're looking a lot better," he told Layla as he took in the DvDs spread over the table. "Movie night?"

"It's ok, it's no biggie. I totally let her win anyway." She smirked at Layla, reaching over and lightly poking her on the leg. Her hand lingered there for a second before she pulled it back, then sat back to let Layla and Mr. Summers talk to one another.

"Rematch," Layla instantly demanded and held her hand out. While she waited for Sarah to accept or not she looked over at the man. "Yeah well I'm not like death warmed over. I'm at that whole 'walking up and down stairs is a bad idea' stage. And bouncing. Bouncing is an all bad idea. But it's cool, I will be less dizzy-nauseous-deathly girl in like a week. Or two. But hopefully not three 'cause dude that's like forever. And I say shit with a straight face because I have conviction, damn it!"

"Bouncing?" Scott asked, "Well I guess it's s good a way to get around as anything." He rested his arms on the back of the couch, "Well if you're healthy enough to make it to the drive way, I was planning on kidnapping you for a few hours for another fieldtrip." he said with a smile. He turned to face the other girl, "You're welcome to come too Sarah."

Sarah had wordlessly accepted Layla's challenge for a rematch, reaching out to grab onto her hand and readying her thumb once again. Her eyes remained on Layla, then on their thumbs while they wrestled, grunting a little at the effort and screwing up her face in concentration. "Oh, cool, unh. Thanks Mr. Summers, I, gah, I'd love to come along! Rrrrrgh!" It was a hotly contested match, apparently.

"He's gonna take us to the DMV to pay parking tickets," Layla told her opponent with a totally straight face, twisting her arm to try to dodge the brunette's searching thumb. "He thinks it teaches us something about like civic duty or something." She considered throwing a wink Ole Socket's way but then she might lose and Layla was one of those people who wasn't very competitive until she was in the middle of a competition. And then she had to win. Okay maybe not had. But there was totally street cred on the line here.

"It's true, it's an important way to learn respect for the road and the law, too," he agreed straight faced, "plus it's so much fun." He watched as the girls both attempted to defeat the other for a few moments before a wicked idea occurred to him. "Layla you remember what I said about scratching the paint on my car?" he asked, "Well I noticed a scratch right along the driver's door when we got back. Anything to say for yourself?"

Sarah jumped at the opportunity of Scott surprising Layla with scratching the car door, hoping that'd give her an advantage much like Scott's earlier entrance had given Layla one. She managed to get her thumb over the blonde's and pressed down hard, trying to keep her pinned while she yelled out. "1! 2! 3! I win! Hah!" It might have been a slightly fast count but all was fair in love and thumb war, after all.

Layla had looked up, slack-jawed, and stared at Scott just long enough that Sarah had pinned her thumb. "Hey! That's cheating," she told the brunette and then looked back over to Scott. "And no. Fucking. Way. You are totally fucking making that up because I did not scratch the car! How would I scratch the door? Wouldn't you have noticed me totally like whacking it against something or keying it or something or..." her eyes narrowed. "You're totally on her side, aren't you? Is this like an anti-blonde coalition or something? "Cause, dude, fucked up."

"Must have just been a trick of the light then," Scott replied with a grin as he looked down at Layla, "well we of the brown hair need to stick together against the blondes out there right Sarah?" He glanced at his watch, "So, if you two are done trying to dislocate your shoulders should we go?" he asked teasingly, "Or would you two rather have a tiebreaker to determine the grand mistress of the rec-room thumb wrestling federation?"

"I am more than ok with being equals. And 'sides, we don't want to keep you waiting, sir." Sarah put her hand out to shake Layla's. "Where is it that we're going, anyway?" She was up for whatever, especially if Layla was going to be there, so it didn't really matter, but it still would be nice to know.

Layla shook her hand but also narrowed her eyes and muttered something about a rematch. She was mostly kidding. Mostly. "We told you. He wants to teach us civic responsibility or whatever to pay his parking tickets. To make sure we don't get them." Her eyes shifted over to Mister Summers. "Or did you upgrade and now we've got speeding tickets? 'Cause, dude, I've been in a car with you and you can't even pretend you don't speed."

Scott grinned as he answered Layla, "I may speed, occasionally, but I never get caught. Speeding tickets I never, It's almost as if you don't want to come to the DMV with me," He shook his head sadly, "I guess that we'll have to find something else to do." He looked at the two girls, "I guess I'll just have to take you two out to eat instead."

Sarah tsk'd at Scott. She was an impressionable young lady, with a learner's permit and learning to drive, and here he was telling her he speeded occasionally? For shame. "That's not setting a good example, sir. Does that mean I can speed too if I don't get caught?" Not that she ever would because she kind of drove like a little old lady but that was besides the point. "Ok, I am totally ok with that!"

"Not if you might scratch his paint." Layla smirked at him. "And, dude, seriously? You're breaking out the 'sir' on Sir Socket?" Now the blonde was shaking her head, but it only lasted until she sprung up. It was too quick though and Layla had to stop, close her eyes and take a few deep breaths to kill the small wave of nausea. "You know the rules, Sir Socket. There's totally got to be cookies."

Scott quickly moved around the couch looking worriedly at Layla, assuring himself that she was alright. "There are rules now? When did that happen? Of course there need to be cookies. It wouldn't be the same without them." He looked over at Sarah with a look of remorse on his face, "um, I do not sanction students speeding, no matter how much fun it may be." He looked back and forth between the two girls and let out an exaggerated sigh, "Why do I get the feeling that this is going to be an expensive trip?" he asked with a smile.

Sarah put on her best innocent face, first looking over at Layla and then back at Scott. "I would never speed, I promise!" Which was mostly true, although she had gotten better at driving faster than just barely touching the gas pedal. "Cookies are a must, I concur. And it won't be that expensive, sir!" Though that would perhaps depend on just how many cookies they'd be allowed to have, and what kind of cookies they were going to be, really.

"She's lying," Layla murmured, waiting for the rest of her nausea to subside. "She's totally a gold digger. Don't let the eyes fool you. They're like huge and all puppy dog-like and shit but underneath she is a stone cold cookie thief. Watch her near cookie jars, Sir Socket. She could wipe a place out." Finally sure she could move without throwing up on anyone - because wouldn't that be attractive? - Layla opened her eyes and smiled up at Scott. "So're we going or are we gonna watch movies because someone totally needs to put a plan in motion here."

Scott shook his head in amusement, "A stone cold cookie thief? Sarah I am so dissapointed in you. I always thought you'd be the one providing a good example. Instead I find out the truth. What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked with mock severity, crossing his arms across his chest. He held the position for a few seconds before letting a smile onto his face. Scott shot Layla one last glance to satisfy himself that Layla was alright before gesturing towards the doorway, "After you ladies."

Were Layla feeling better, Sarah might've picked up a pillow to playfully hit her with, or pushed her, tapped her on the shoulder, something along those lines. With her still on the mend, however, she just rolled her eyes. "I'm just a cookie connoisseur, sir. The only time I eat a bunch of them is when someone keeps giving them to me. Which isn't a bad thing but I can control myself, promise." She grinned at Scott, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear. "Alright, off we go!" She shot a questioning look over in Layla's general direction, as the blonde's getting up slowly didn't escape Sarah's attention. She reflexively reached out, putting a hand on the small of Layla's back to support her as they started to move, just in case.

For all her weakness and on and off exhaustion Layla was a champ at pretending she was better off than she was. A hand reached out to briefly touch Sarah's hip in an effort to silently thank her but let her know Layla was alright. As the hand fell away the blonde struck out to head out of the room and down the hall. "She's totally lying. She can't control herself. She just has a really high metabolism. Or something. But, you know, she hasn't gotten to that whole admitting she has a problem thing," Layla reported casually on the way to the stairs. "I think she's scared of having to go through and, you know, give up cookies. 'Cause that's what all those step program thingums make you do, don't they?"

"Addicted to cookies now Sarah?" Scott asked in horror, "I'm certainly learning a lot to be concerned about today aren't I," he teased the brunette as he followed the girls out of the door. "Well they do say the first step is the hardest, although there are worse things to like. Well, we'll have to make sure to find a nice bakery, wouldn't want you to have to go cold turkey." He stopped and looked at his parked car sceptically, "I think we may have to borrow one of the mansion cars," he said with a sad sigh. The mansion cars weren't bad, but Scott just enjoyed driving his car so much.

After smiling for a brief second at Layla's touch, Sarah hung her head low in mock shame. "It's true, sir. I have a problem. But it's not my fault - she's the one who keeps giving them to me! She's like a dealer or something, she's... she's... she's a cookie monster!" Trying as hard as she could, still Sarah couldn't last more than a handful of seconds before laughing out loud at her own joke. "But if you insist on stopping at a bakery, who am I to argue?" She was pretty sure that neither Layla nor herself would object too loudly to being plied with cookies.

Sarah's joke only had Layla shaking her head. "It's cool, Lord Vibra-Socket, she's like pocket-sized. Totally thinks she's funnier than she is but she can like, lap surf and shit." Her eyes slipped to the side so she could look at Scott out of the corners of them. "Unless that's too like illegal for you or something. 'Cause, you know, you could get in trouble when they pull you over for speeding." The girl grinned, maybe challenging him just a little.

"The cookies were her idea," Scott noted nodding his head at Layla. Turning to face the offending blond he smiled, accepting her challenge, "You forget, oh great cookie monster, I don't get caught. I swear, sometimes it's like no-one has any faith in my driving," he complained with a grin on his face. "Just remember to do up your seat-belt and hold onto Sarah so she doesn't go flying." As long as he got to drive Scott was willing to overlook small illegalities, besides he had seen the way the girls were looking at one another. He unlocked the door holding it open for Sarah and Layla. "So what do you two feel like today?"

"Go ahead, mock my problems. I just love cookies." Sad face ensued, though she chuckled a bit at the lap surfing bit, with maybe a hint of a blush. "Oh, well, yeah, I'm kinda... sorta small. Ish. I guess." If there was a back seat she had no trouble sitting in it but if there was no choice than to sit on Layla's lap, well. There were worst fates, she supposed. "You're the boss, sir, I place my afternoon in your capable hands." And Layla's, if she had anything in particular she wanted to do or anywhere to go.

Layla was all too enthusiastic to sit and therefore not expend more energy. She slipped into the passenger seat and buckled up before reaching out to tug Sarah into her lap. Clearly, Layla had no shame. Or at least she had no shame when it came to Sarah with Ye Olde Socket witnessing. Partly because, well, she generally didn't have the energy to care and partly because it was just Scott. It wasn't like he was gonna spread it around like gossip or something. Well, she hoped he wasn't secretly a twelve year-old girl anyway. "I feel like good pizza? Wait, were there options other than pizza and cookies? I confuse easily in my post-roadkill state here."

Scott closed the door careful not to knock the door into Sarah and quickly rounded the car to his side. "Pizza works just fine for me," he replied. "I know this really great place in the boroughs." He looked over at Sarah and smiled, "Comfortable?" he asked as he started the engine. "It's a little bit of a drive."

"Pizza sounds great!" Settling onto Layla's lap - she didn't fight the tugging all that much, if at all, naturally - Sarah nodded at Scott's question. "Mmmhmm, I'm just fine, sir." She was comfortable where she was, resting against Layla. "No worries, I've got all the time in the world." She wasn't about to complain about the seating arrangement anytime soon.