Log: Garrison/Adrienne

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Kane, Adrienne and Tandy enjoy Spring Training and the discussion gets serious while Tandy is in search of hot dogs.



"Well, it's less effort to get her to go get food than it is to get you to go," Adrienne quipped to Garrison as Tandy went up to wait in line to get them food. "I gotta admit, now that it's all official and shit, I'm pretty into this guardianship thing. Having someone you can bribe with clothes to do things for you is really quite nice sometimes." And since Tandy wasn't around to make faces at them, she snuggled up to Garrison in her seat as she kept her eyes on the field of play during the game between the Phillies and Blue Jays. "And I don't have to pay her like I would an assistant!"

"I'm almost sure that's not supposed to be how this works, you know." Kane said, as they finished announcing the lineups. There was a cool wind and a hint of rain in the air, even if the sky was only partially clouded. He'd made them bring rain jackets with them to the ballpark, having been subjected to the region's unpredictable storms in the past.

Adrienne giggled at him as she listened to the lineups, adjusting her braid under the Jays hat he'd given her many years before. She'd seen a bunch of Red Sox baseball throughout the week, so she didn't mind terribly that they were watching Kane's Blue Jays and the Philadelphia Phillies. She wasn't about to pass up the opportunity of watching the former Jay, and one of Garrison's heroes, Halladay, start the game against the would-be saviour of the Jays, Dickey. There was way too much insult potential there between rooting for the Phillies, making fun of Garrison for his love of Halladay, or making fun of Garrison for his faith in Dickey, depending on how things went in the game.

"This wind's going to make that knuckleball dance like a drunken teenage raver," she commented, burrowing farther into the jacket she was glad he'd made her bring and holding on to him for added warmth. "Or a puppet. Maybe a drunken puppet." She nodded, liking that line better. "Maybe one of those goat puppets from 'The Sound of Music'."

"You've been watching entirely too many movies lately. Also, I think forcing Tandy to watch every old movie you like over the span of two months qualifies as child abuse or at the very least torture." Kane said, watching Halladay warm up.

"Yeah, well between Jean telling me to take it easy and Amanda telling me to stay at the mansion, there's not much else to do besides watch movies," Adrienne muttered, though she didn't say it as grumpily as she could have. This trip hadn't exactly seen her staying at the mansion, but it had the taking it easy part in spades, and Adrienne was grateful Jean hadn't barred her from going. "And I think it's your fault I've been abusing and/or torturing Tandy," she added, poking him in the chest, "because I'm supposed to be the messed up person and you're supposed to be the sane person who's keeping an eye out to make sure I don't do those things. So you dropped the ball, really," she teased.

"Sorry, I was busy trying to get rid of all of those pictures of Spencer Tracy that you taped my face on to." He took a sip of his beer. "Look, I was trying to fill up your spare time with sex. But no, you wanted to spend time with the blonde haired kid. So you don't get to blame me..."

Adrienne shook her head. "No no no, you've got that backwards. It's your body I'm taping Spencer Tracy's face to," she teased, since that seemed more offensive. "And hey, I'm not complaining about the copious amounts of sex, but you're not around twenty-four seven, so I have to do something else for the other eight hours a day. Especially since my powers keep malfunctioning and making me unable to hold on to a sex toy." This was probably not the most appropriate conversation for the ball park, but at least the game hadn't started yet, which meant a lot of people were sharing Tandy's fate in the food lines.

"I could be, but you got angry with the idea of me making her wear a blindfold the entire time she's in the suite. If you'd like to revisit that idea-" He grinned as Cabrera caught up with a cut fastball and ripped it into right field for a single off Doc. "Or you could come to my suite. Or we could throw someone else out of theirs. Or get them to join in. I'm just pretty much into the whole you being naked thing."

"You guys should get a room." The guy beside him muttered and Kane turned with a grin.

"After breaking the first one, they seem reluctant to give us another. So mind your own damn business." Kane shot back, and the man flushed and got up to change seats.

Adrienne had opened her mouth to defend Garrison against a possible retort, but shrugged when the man got up and left. It was probably for the best anyway. Her mouth didn't usually make tense scenes any calmer. "I've been spending most of my time in your suite," she reminded him. The routine was getting to run along the lines of 'stay in the suite while Tandy goes to bed, wait for her to have a nightmare, do the reassuring thing, get her to go back to sleep, and then head over to Garrison's suite for some reassurance of her own.

"And as for getting someone else to join in, I've gotten greedy in my old age. I don't like to share." Well, really, she'd always been greedy, she'd just never felt... possessive of a person before coming to the mansion. Maybe because she'd never really cared about people she'd slept with, before Steven. But she wasn't sure Garrison would appreciate her claim of possession over him. "So how many games do you think you guys are going to get from Cabrera before he gets busted again?" she inquired sweetly as Bautista popped up and spiked his bat in frustration.

"At least a hundred more than you'll get with Ortiz and his exploding Achilles tendon." Kane said as Lind settled into the plate. The split squad game only had a handful of the regular players involved. "As for being little Miss Possessive, did you ever think that maybe this was my time to grow and experiment sexually? To broaden my horizons and challenge myself in who I truly am and what I like. Oh no, it's all about you, you, you." He placed his hand against his chest, mock-seriously.

Snorting, Adrienne watched Halladay paint the inside corner for a first pitch strike to Lind. "You've known me how long and you haven't figured that out yet?" She poked him in the ribs. "And hey, you're supposed to do that in your teens and early twenties, like the rest of us," she informed him matter-of-factly, "so no, I didn't ever think that. But if you really want to challenge yourself, and you're really, really good, maybe for Christmas I'll buy you a call girl who does threesomes." She kissed his cheek to punctuate the point.

"I spent my teens and twenties looking for a white picket fence and back yard barbeques. My sex life was energetic, but not particularly innovative. And while I'm sort of kidding, which means don't hire me prostitutes, I've also been through a lot lately that has made me question a lot of my pre-conceived notions about who I am in many ways, including sexually. I'm not complaining or anything, but understand that everything that I used to be sure of, I'm not any more. And I don't want to hurt you thinking that the traditional Mountie clean-cut 50s boyfriend is necessarily what you've got. Especially if you got back together with me thinking that was the case."

Adrienne watched Lind strike out swinging and a minor leaguer she didn't know come to the plate, digesting what Garrison had said. "I don't think the things you're questioning about who you are are the reasons I got back together with you," she replied, quietly and thoughtfully. "I'm not with you because you're a clean-cut 50s Mountie boyfriend. If I wanted that, I'd fantasize about the guy from Due South," she tried to joke. "I... I think the things that can't change, that I know aren't going to change, are why I got back together with you. Y'know... how you always know what to say to make me feel better." She squirmed a little in her seat, uncomfortable as always when she was trying to focus on saying something comforting, but she wanted to say it. "And you make me laugh, and feel safe. There are a million little things like that, that I know aren't going to change, fundamentally, even if you're questioning who you are and everything you're sure of. I guess I just see it as... questioning yourself might make you say different things to me, or do different things, think differently, but you're still going to be there to say them and do them, and no matter what you say or do, I know it's going to be something I need.

"And Christ knows I've been questioning everything about myself from the moment I moved into the mansion," she added with a wan smile, "so obviously I'm never going to have a problem being with someone else doing the same. Maybe it was selfish of me to get back together with you, knowing you were going through all this," she admitted. "But part of the reason why I wanted to be with you was so I could try and help you, in any way I can. Even though I'm usually really crap at helping. I'm trying to get better at it, for you. And questioning preconceived notions about sex," she smirked, "that I can do. Sort of. To a point," she amended. "If you want to be in a threesome, I'm okay with that. As long as it's with a professional. And me, obviously."

"No professionals. Even where it's legal, it's never legal for an FBI agent, you know? And I'm not saying I have anything specific like a threesome or anything on my mind. It's just that things spring up on me, and I don't know what I'm going to want or what's going to make me happy. I just- I don't want us to have this box where both of us think the other one is, and hurt each other when those walls turn out not to fit who we are as individuals and as a couple."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the law enforcement part," Adrienne chuckled. She was going to suggest picking someone up from a bar, since her not-well-hidden-anymore insecurity, and a fear of some jealousy on her part rearing its ugly head, made it impossible for her to consider asking anyone they knew, but then he continued beyond the topic so she it go.

"No boxes. I promise," she assured him, hands raised defensively. "I've always thought we're both far too amazing to have our brilliance be contained in boxes, anyway," she smirked, before turning serious again. "Look, I believed in what you said a couple weeks ago, about us talking things through and not shutting down. I want to believe that's going to work for us, to keep us from misinterpreting where we think each other is. So, whatever springs up on you, just be honest with me about it, and talk to me, okay? No matter what it is. " We can figure it out. There's not a lot I won't do for you, and even if there is something that I can't do, if it's important to you I'm going to work my ass off to try and figure out another way for you to get it. Except, y'know, maybe a Jays World Series win this year," she grinned.

"You just have to cheer when they play and we're even. Maybe wear just the jersey around the apartment." Kane was being honest. He didn't have anything in mind automatically to change the boundaries of their relationship. He just didn't want to end up getting them somewhere where they weren't satisfied with where they are. "And since Tandy is coming, we might need to change the topic."

"Jersey around the apartment, and for you, even the hat in public," she grinned at him, tugging on the brim of her Jays cap.

"It is because I am so very very pretty that you do these things. I know." Kane took a gulp of beer as Tandy reached their seats. "And now explain the finer points of the cut fastball."