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Labor Day - Match & Jess
(Backdated) Match and Jess run into one another at the Labor Day bbq, while avoiding some chaos and definitely not stealing any food.
Match hadn't known the cook out was happening, well, okay, sure he'd known, but he'd forgotten which day it was supposed to be. It wasn't like days and the actual calendar date really had meaning when he wasn't in school anymore. So while he'd meant to slink off to District X to just kill time away from the place... when it wasn't his timeslot in the Danger Room, of course. Burning off the heat had been useful in returning to some semblance of normal.
He usually wouldn't bother with food prepared by other people, but on the flip side, he was hungry. All the time. Maybe more than ever, or about the same.So keeping his head down, he grabbed two hot dogs, pausing as he stared at a third. No, that would be too greedy. Footsteps had him looking up like a deer in headlights. "Oh, New York lady... hi."
"Jogging kid. Hey." Jessica gave Match a nod, keeping one eye on the party happening behind them. She had chosen this opportune moment, when some kind of chaos was diverting attention, to slide in and pile a plate with food. It wasn't stealing because the food here was free, and also it wasn't stealing if no one was looking. "You, uh, staying for the party?" she asked, sliding a glance at her planned exit.
"Might," Match shrugged, watching her with slight interest, before taking a bite of his food. He cocked his head. "You stayin' too? Or you just here for the food then doing whatever it is you? Not liking Lana del Ray." Food was still in his mouth but he quickly swallowed after he'd finished speaking. He flashed a crooked grin of amusement before continuing to eat. Still didn't have a taste, but at least no one seemed to mind him picking stuff up and not talking to anyone.
She snorted. "Chalk that outburst up to temporary insanity," she said, because chalk that up to discovering that the implanted personality you used to have here was incredibly cringe and made you want to die was absolutely not pool party small talk. "Anyway, I'm not really a crowds person. I'll peace out in a minute."
"Alright," he nodded, not intent on asking any more questions now that he'd met his quota. His eyes flicked over towards a pair of chatting teens, cocking his head for a moment before rather blanly looking back at Jess. "Mood. You can probably get away with grabbing a bag of chips and taking 'em with you."
Well, that was solid advice; the cop seemed distracted by the hot lady doctor, too. Jess tucked a bag of Ruffles under her arm. "Have fun," she said. "Good luck avoiding the, uh - cats." There was a noise - a collision, or possibly a small explosion - to punctuate this.
Oh, she’d followed his advice. Match hadn’t expected that and a lopsided grin quickly formed before he looked down to avoid looking like an idiot — then of course the sounds of cats and he winced. “Never been around cats before, but if it’s normal guess there’s nothing to worry-“ Another sound interrupted him but he was very proud of himself for not flinching. At least he didn’t think he did. “You uh, you okay? Better? Or healing good?” And maybe he looked a little worried, when he looked up at her again curiously. Hopefully not.
Jess, too, winced at the sounds of cats, and she did flinch at the second sound, looking pained. "I, uh - thanks." This was genuine, if surprised that he'd remembered. "I'm doing okay. Recovering, you know?" She shrugged a little uncomfortably, as if dismissing it. "I'd better get going. Have a good time."
Match hadn't known the cook out was happening, well, okay, sure he'd known, but he'd forgotten which day it was supposed to be. It wasn't like days and the actual calendar date really had meaning when he wasn't in school anymore. So while he'd meant to slink off to District X to just kill time away from the place... when it wasn't his timeslot in the Danger Room, of course. Burning off the heat had been useful in returning to some semblance of normal.
He usually wouldn't bother with food prepared by other people, but on the flip side, he was hungry. All the time. Maybe more than ever, or about the same.So keeping his head down, he grabbed two hot dogs, pausing as he stared at a third. No, that would be too greedy. Footsteps had him looking up like a deer in headlights. "Oh, New York lady... hi."
"Jogging kid. Hey." Jessica gave Match a nod, keeping one eye on the party happening behind them. She had chosen this opportune moment, when some kind of chaos was diverting attention, to slide in and pile a plate with food. It wasn't stealing because the food here was free, and also it wasn't stealing if no one was looking. "You, uh, staying for the party?" she asked, sliding a glance at her planned exit.
"Might," Match shrugged, watching her with slight interest, before taking a bite of his food. He cocked his head. "You stayin' too? Or you just here for the food then doing whatever it is you? Not liking Lana del Ray." Food was still in his mouth but he quickly swallowed after he'd finished speaking. He flashed a crooked grin of amusement before continuing to eat. Still didn't have a taste, but at least no one seemed to mind him picking stuff up and not talking to anyone.
She snorted. "Chalk that outburst up to temporary insanity," she said, because chalk that up to discovering that the implanted personality you used to have here was incredibly cringe and made you want to die was absolutely not pool party small talk. "Anyway, I'm not really a crowds person. I'll peace out in a minute."
"Alright," he nodded, not intent on asking any more questions now that he'd met his quota. His eyes flicked over towards a pair of chatting teens, cocking his head for a moment before rather blanly looking back at Jess. "Mood. You can probably get away with grabbing a bag of chips and taking 'em with you."
Well, that was solid advice; the cop seemed distracted by the hot lady doctor, too. Jess tucked a bag of Ruffles under her arm. "Have fun," she said. "Good luck avoiding the, uh - cats." There was a noise - a collision, or possibly a small explosion - to punctuate this.
Oh, she’d followed his advice. Match hadn’t expected that and a lopsided grin quickly formed before he looked down to avoid looking like an idiot — then of course the sounds of cats and he winced. “Never been around cats before, but if it’s normal guess there’s nothing to worry-“ Another sound interrupted him but he was very proud of himself for not flinching. At least he didn’t think he did. “You uh, you okay? Better? Or healing good?” And maybe he looked a little worried, when he looked up at her again curiously. Hopefully not.
Jess, too, winced at the sounds of cats, and she did flinch at the second sound, looking pained. "I, uh - thanks." This was genuine, if surprised that he'd remembered. "I'm doing okay. Recovering, you know?" She shrugged a little uncomfortably, as if dismissing it. "I'd better get going. Have a good time."