Sue & Jean-Paul (horrifically backdated)
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xp_logsSue and Jean-Paul relax a bit after having brunch. Advice is given.
"I'm stuffed." Sue pushed her plate away from her and leaned back with a sigh. "They don't look very big, but that's how they get you, just one more and then just another till it's too late and the trap is sprung." The blonde reached for her tea and gave Jean-Paul a wry look. "And now I'm attributing criminal intent to dim sum, so yeah, that's been my day. Please tell me you have something fun and interesting you did to regale me with."
Having pulled the last several little containers of food over toward himself, Jean-Paul looked over at Sue and raised his eyebrows as he said, "Sex. Food. Rock and roll?" Then he smirked and ate a sweet roll filled with shrimp -- they were his favorite. "Truthfully, no. School is going well. I enjoy my classes. The books are very good. I think you should regale me with tales of intrigue in the shadows and things. This is your work, is it not? Investigating? Or your lab romance. How is that going?"
"I'm an overpaid IT administrator," she objected. "The closest I get to investigations is reviewing the camera footage or fitting someone out with a wire. But then, who really wants to spend all night stuck in a van, eating fast food, and freezing your butt off? I'd much rather spend my night traipsing around Chinatown, drinking tea, and lamenting my nonexistent love life." Sue gave Jean-Paul a wry look, "It's going that well. How about you? Please tell me that you're not a member of the cold, lonely bed club too."
Snorting softly, Jean-Paul ate another shrimp sweet roll and then sat back in his chair. "It is only lonely if you would like someone to be with you, oui? I do not mind not having sex so much right now. It is not a difficult thing to find. And I have no interests in anyone." He narrowed his eyes at his friend a moment later, and pointedly asked, "Why is it nonexistent, your love life? How long have you been pursuing Richards? It seems like a very long time."
"Longer than I've ever pursued anyone before," Sue admitted. "I think that's part of the nice part though, he doesn't get any of the normal signals, they're just not important and don't register to him." She gave Jean-Paul a wry smile, "I'm starting to to think I need to revert to something more primal, just hit him over the head and drag him off to a cave or something. The mansion probably has a cave somewhere on its ground right?"
"Probably, the mansion has many caves on the grounds," Jean-Paul said. "Or there is the quarry, oui?" He smirked, though, before continuing, "But truly. You should be very direct. If he does not see the hints you have left him, then you must make sure there is something that he will see. I would suggest straddling him, making him look you in the eye, and offering him a blowjob. Only, it is good also to tell him up front that you would require reciprocation. And it would only happen after several dates."
Sue's eyes bulged and she ended up spraying the back of the business man in front of her with a mouthful of her tea as a fit of laughter consumed her. "Oh god, can you just imagine that? I think either Reed's head might explode, or I'd get a lecture on acting illogically." The blonde waved an apology at her victim and gave Jean-Paul a long calculating look, "So is this you speaking from experience? Cause I don't think you'd ever have had to deal with someone unwilling to jump your bones."
"Moi?" Jean-Paul asked, amused. "Certainement pas. But it is only because I am direct -- always. And I do not require dates before giving or receiving blowjobs."
"Ah, but if I did that, then my grandma would fly into town," Sue objected with a smile. "'Susan, that is not how we act, there is a reputation you must maintain, dear,'" she quoted in an upper-class voice. "That's all she said, but no more raves for me." The blonde looked around before whispering to Jean-Paul conspiratorially, "She terrifies me, but loves Johnny, go figure."
Snorting, Jean-Paul shook his head. "How would she know that you had said such a thing? If it is Richards and it is you, who would report to her?" Then, after a brief pause, he asked, "Oui, and how is your brother?"
"She knows things," Sue objected with a laugh. "It's like she has weird grandmother powers to know everything that happens," she grinned. "I'm hoping it's something you learn as you grow up, cause can you imagine how cool it would be to make someone think you know everything they've done? Besides, it's Reed, at some point he's bound to let it slip, the man is straight as an arrow, which is kinda refreshing actually." Sue leaned back in her chair cupping her tea, "Johnny's in the city somewhere doing something that's probably insane and crazy. Listen for the sound of racing cars or loud parties and you'll find him."
Jean-Paul considered all that for a long moment, then shrugged again. He wished there were more sweet rolls. Where was the lady with the cart? He wanted to order more. Finally, he said, "Oui, this skill of your grandmother's. It must be something that comes with age. Or she knows you very well and can see when you are lying or nervous about something. I think we have enough people who might read our minds, anyway." Lacing his fingers over his stomach, elbows still on the arms of his chair, he smirked. "I am not so sure what Richards' sexuality has to do with your grandmother finding out about your primal desires and their likely actions, though."
"If he tells her, then I'll never hear the end of it. Ever. From either her or Johnny. And Reed'll break, they always do. Ammunition like that -- a sibling never forgets," Sue noted with a smile. "Just one slip of the tongue and Johnny'll never let me forget it. Might be worth it, though... you're sure it works?"
Snorting his amusement, Jean-Paul assured her, "I have done this before. It works often, depending on the person. I think it would work on Richards, assuming of course that he does not have some sort of palpitation -- this is the word, oui? For heart troubles?"
"That's the word," Sue allowed, wrinkling her brow as she considered the plan. "You know, I'm not entirely sure how he'd react, but then I suppose that's the thrill of the hunt. He's working in the lab late enough that it shouldn't be too hard to get him alone at some point."
"Merci," Jean-Paul murmured, then shrugged. "It would not hurt to attempt it, at the very least. If I am correct, you have sex. With his powers, Richards should even be able to make it very good sex. If I am wrong, you have a story to tell, should you like to. Also, you would have your answer. It wins either way."
Sue slowly arched an eyebrow as she gave Jean-Paul a long look. "You, Mr Beaubier, are a bad bad man." She smirked at her friend. "Trust you to think of that. You know, I blame you completely for the corruption of my pure and innocent mind."
That made Jean-Paul snort outright before laughing. "Pure? And innocent? My friend, have you listened to some of the things you have said recently? You might not be as dirty as I, but you are not innocent. I think I would not like you so much if you were."
Sue glared at her friend trying to hid the smile tugging at her lips. "I am totally innocent and I'll fight anyone who says any different. The guy trying to pick me up while I was waiting for you at the bar said I was an angel, and he's a lawyer so he should know."
Grasping his shoulders lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, Jean-Paul gave himself a hug and laughed. He couldn't help it. He closed his eyes and just laughed. "You," he said, once he could breathe a bit better. "You are ridiculous. A lawyer said this to you. Please, you did not believe it to be true. You are delightful, a wonderful woman, very beautiful... but a lawyer is not a person you trust to give you compliments."
"But they're soo good at it," she pointed out with a laugh of her own, "besides you know what they say, opposites attract. And everyone knows that lawyers go to hell, so if one of them is complimenting me, doesn't it mean the opposite is true for me doesn't it?" she reasoned logically.
"Wait, wait," Jean-Paul said, shaking his head. "The lawyer says you are an angel. Lawyers are liars very often and go to hell. Therefore what the lawyer says to you must mean you are the opposite of what the lawyer has said. Therefore you are the opposite of an angel, which is what? A devil? A demon? This is where your own logic leads."
The blonde opened and closed her mouth before glaring at Jean-Paul, "You do realise the correct answer in this situation is 'Yes Sue your logic is unassailable and you are truly awesome," the corners of her mouth quivered as she fought the urge to smile, "That's not so hard to do is it?"
"I would not be a good friend if I agreed with you blindly always," Jean-Paul grinned. "I am the first test, oui? And if I say it is good, then it is good. But I say not -- best from me than from someone else."
The blonde laughed, waving a hand at her friend, "Bah tests, I always hated them. It was always more interesting to see how you could play around the system, doing your best to confuse and annoy the examiners. It was totally worth it to see the look on my teacher's faces." The blonde leant forward, blue eyes sparkling at her friend, "besides, you're surely not insinuating I have bad ideas Mr Beaubier."
"Well," Jean-Paul half-huffed. "Certainly, you do not have the bad kinds of ideas that I have, which still include lots of sex with stretchy men whose powers allow them to do very interesting things, oui?" He gave her a pointed look before reaching for his wallet. Pulling out enough cash to cover both their meals and a generous tip for their waiter, he tipped his head toward the exit. "Shall we? I would like very much to walk some. I feel this will help us to digest."
The blonde gave the table one last long look, debating the merits of staying and ordering dessert before she pushed her chair back, nodding sagely. "You know, a walk sounds like just the thing to help it all settle down, though you know, maybe it'll rain and you'll get that cold shower you so obviously need," she shot at the man, a playful smile dancing across her lips as she reached for the jacket folded over the back of her chair.
"I'm stuffed." Sue pushed her plate away from her and leaned back with a sigh. "They don't look very big, but that's how they get you, just one more and then just another till it's too late and the trap is sprung." The blonde reached for her tea and gave Jean-Paul a wry look. "And now I'm attributing criminal intent to dim sum, so yeah, that's been my day. Please tell me you have something fun and interesting you did to regale me with."
Having pulled the last several little containers of food over toward himself, Jean-Paul looked over at Sue and raised his eyebrows as he said, "Sex. Food. Rock and roll?" Then he smirked and ate a sweet roll filled with shrimp -- they were his favorite. "Truthfully, no. School is going well. I enjoy my classes. The books are very good. I think you should regale me with tales of intrigue in the shadows and things. This is your work, is it not? Investigating? Or your lab romance. How is that going?"
"I'm an overpaid IT administrator," she objected. "The closest I get to investigations is reviewing the camera footage or fitting someone out with a wire. But then, who really wants to spend all night stuck in a van, eating fast food, and freezing your butt off? I'd much rather spend my night traipsing around Chinatown, drinking tea, and lamenting my nonexistent love life." Sue gave Jean-Paul a wry look, "It's going that well. How about you? Please tell me that you're not a member of the cold, lonely bed club too."
Snorting softly, Jean-Paul ate another shrimp sweet roll and then sat back in his chair. "It is only lonely if you would like someone to be with you, oui? I do not mind not having sex so much right now. It is not a difficult thing to find. And I have no interests in anyone." He narrowed his eyes at his friend a moment later, and pointedly asked, "Why is it nonexistent, your love life? How long have you been pursuing Richards? It seems like a very long time."
"Longer than I've ever pursued anyone before," Sue admitted. "I think that's part of the nice part though, he doesn't get any of the normal signals, they're just not important and don't register to him." She gave Jean-Paul a wry smile, "I'm starting to to think I need to revert to something more primal, just hit him over the head and drag him off to a cave or something. The mansion probably has a cave somewhere on its ground right?"
"Probably, the mansion has many caves on the grounds," Jean-Paul said. "Or there is the quarry, oui?" He smirked, though, before continuing, "But truly. You should be very direct. If he does not see the hints you have left him, then you must make sure there is something that he will see. I would suggest straddling him, making him look you in the eye, and offering him a blowjob. Only, it is good also to tell him up front that you would require reciprocation. And it would only happen after several dates."
Sue's eyes bulged and she ended up spraying the back of the business man in front of her with a mouthful of her tea as a fit of laughter consumed her. "Oh god, can you just imagine that? I think either Reed's head might explode, or I'd get a lecture on acting illogically." The blonde waved an apology at her victim and gave Jean-Paul a long calculating look, "So is this you speaking from experience? Cause I don't think you'd ever have had to deal with someone unwilling to jump your bones."
"Moi?" Jean-Paul asked, amused. "Certainement pas. But it is only because I am direct -- always. And I do not require dates before giving or receiving blowjobs."
"Ah, but if I did that, then my grandma would fly into town," Sue objected with a smile. "'Susan, that is not how we act, there is a reputation you must maintain, dear,'" she quoted in an upper-class voice. "That's all she said, but no more raves for me." The blonde looked around before whispering to Jean-Paul conspiratorially, "She terrifies me, but loves Johnny, go figure."
Snorting, Jean-Paul shook his head. "How would she know that you had said such a thing? If it is Richards and it is you, who would report to her?" Then, after a brief pause, he asked, "Oui, and how is your brother?"
"She knows things," Sue objected with a laugh. "It's like she has weird grandmother powers to know everything that happens," she grinned. "I'm hoping it's something you learn as you grow up, cause can you imagine how cool it would be to make someone think you know everything they've done? Besides, it's Reed, at some point he's bound to let it slip, the man is straight as an arrow, which is kinda refreshing actually." Sue leaned back in her chair cupping her tea, "Johnny's in the city somewhere doing something that's probably insane and crazy. Listen for the sound of racing cars or loud parties and you'll find him."
Jean-Paul considered all that for a long moment, then shrugged again. He wished there were more sweet rolls. Where was the lady with the cart? He wanted to order more. Finally, he said, "Oui, this skill of your grandmother's. It must be something that comes with age. Or she knows you very well and can see when you are lying or nervous about something. I think we have enough people who might read our minds, anyway." Lacing his fingers over his stomach, elbows still on the arms of his chair, he smirked. "I am not so sure what Richards' sexuality has to do with your grandmother finding out about your primal desires and their likely actions, though."
"If he tells her, then I'll never hear the end of it. Ever. From either her or Johnny. And Reed'll break, they always do. Ammunition like that -- a sibling never forgets," Sue noted with a smile. "Just one slip of the tongue and Johnny'll never let me forget it. Might be worth it, though... you're sure it works?"
Snorting his amusement, Jean-Paul assured her, "I have done this before. It works often, depending on the person. I think it would work on Richards, assuming of course that he does not have some sort of palpitation -- this is the word, oui? For heart troubles?"
"That's the word," Sue allowed, wrinkling her brow as she considered the plan. "You know, I'm not entirely sure how he'd react, but then I suppose that's the thrill of the hunt. He's working in the lab late enough that it shouldn't be too hard to get him alone at some point."
"Merci," Jean-Paul murmured, then shrugged. "It would not hurt to attempt it, at the very least. If I am correct, you have sex. With his powers, Richards should even be able to make it very good sex. If I am wrong, you have a story to tell, should you like to. Also, you would have your answer. It wins either way."
Sue slowly arched an eyebrow as she gave Jean-Paul a long look. "You, Mr Beaubier, are a bad bad man." She smirked at her friend. "Trust you to think of that. You know, I blame you completely for the corruption of my pure and innocent mind."
That made Jean-Paul snort outright before laughing. "Pure? And innocent? My friend, have you listened to some of the things you have said recently? You might not be as dirty as I, but you are not innocent. I think I would not like you so much if you were."
Sue glared at her friend trying to hid the smile tugging at her lips. "I am totally innocent and I'll fight anyone who says any different. The guy trying to pick me up while I was waiting for you at the bar said I was an angel, and he's a lawyer so he should know."
Grasping his shoulders lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, Jean-Paul gave himself a hug and laughed. He couldn't help it. He closed his eyes and just laughed. "You," he said, once he could breathe a bit better. "You are ridiculous. A lawyer said this to you. Please, you did not believe it to be true. You are delightful, a wonderful woman, very beautiful... but a lawyer is not a person you trust to give you compliments."
"But they're soo good at it," she pointed out with a laugh of her own, "besides you know what they say, opposites attract. And everyone knows that lawyers go to hell, so if one of them is complimenting me, doesn't it mean the opposite is true for me doesn't it?" she reasoned logically.
"Wait, wait," Jean-Paul said, shaking his head. "The lawyer says you are an angel. Lawyers are liars very often and go to hell. Therefore what the lawyer says to you must mean you are the opposite of what the lawyer has said. Therefore you are the opposite of an angel, which is what? A devil? A demon? This is where your own logic leads."
The blonde opened and closed her mouth before glaring at Jean-Paul, "You do realise the correct answer in this situation is 'Yes Sue your logic is unassailable and you are truly awesome," the corners of her mouth quivered as she fought the urge to smile, "That's not so hard to do is it?"
"I would not be a good friend if I agreed with you blindly always," Jean-Paul grinned. "I am the first test, oui? And if I say it is good, then it is good. But I say not -- best from me than from someone else."
The blonde laughed, waving a hand at her friend, "Bah tests, I always hated them. It was always more interesting to see how you could play around the system, doing your best to confuse and annoy the examiners. It was totally worth it to see the look on my teacher's faces." The blonde leant forward, blue eyes sparkling at her friend, "besides, you're surely not insinuating I have bad ideas Mr Beaubier."
"Well," Jean-Paul half-huffed. "Certainly, you do not have the bad kinds of ideas that I have, which still include lots of sex with stretchy men whose powers allow them to do very interesting things, oui?" He gave her a pointed look before reaching for his wallet. Pulling out enough cash to cover both their meals and a generous tip for their waiter, he tipped his head toward the exit. "Shall we? I would like very much to walk some. I feel this will help us to digest."
The blonde gave the table one last long look, debating the merits of staying and ordering dessert before she pushed her chair back, nodding sagely. "You know, a walk sounds like just the thing to help it all settle down, though you know, maybe it'll rain and you'll get that cold shower you so obviously need," she shot at the man, a playful smile dancing across her lips as she reached for the jacket folded over the back of her chair.
