[closed log] It's saturday night!

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Characters: Ali, Julian
Setting: In the kitchen
Content: It's Saturday night and I like the way you mooove-ah.
Status: Incomplete

[Ali's in the kitchen, bopping and jiving and raiding singing Whigfield's "Saturday Night" as if it were intermission at a hockey game. It's cause she's a little tipsy, ok, and she refuses to be sassed about her musical tastes. she picks up the phone and calls her bestest of buds with a crucial inquiry.]

Do you remember how to make a Rocky Mountain Bearfucker? Logan told me once...but I forgot.

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[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

So, if you don't want her...[Ali's being cheeky as all hell, now.]...then how come the Maker's got you kissing her on camera during my paintball war?

[Yeah, she's trying but those pursed lips can't hide the triumphant smirk that's dying to bust onto her face.]

And since when do you let a broken nose become too much of a challenge for you, anyway? [Raises a glass to him.] You're Julian fucking Keller.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[The face Julian has on his face right about now... is the face of someone who has a secret. And that secret was just found out, like a band-aid gets ripped off--fast and painful. Put in half a cup of deer-in-headlights, set to blend, and voila. Julian's face.

But he recovers remarkably, because he is Julian fucking Keller. Strangely enough, the "ha ha you're shitting me" laugh he makes and the silence after it is thick with obviousness anyway. Not that dear Julian realizes this.]

...Tha-cute, Blaire, real cute. [another swig please] I'm sure if she wasn't still getting over the Iceman... Anyway, I like my nose. [He's totally failing here okay and giving a half-hearted shrug and being all coy and it's adorable all right. And failing.] It's a nice nose.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali's got her tongue between her teeth, the most adorable "I love busting your secrets" smile on her face. Real cute is a total understatement. She reaches up and grabs his nose between her knuckles, pulling on it just enough to make Julian's face scrunch up in resistance before looking down at her hand, his "nose" squished between her two fingers.]

This nose? Yeah, it's okay, I guess. You're clearly not that attached to it...[yeah, she's sniggering at her own bad joke, this is Alison Blaire] I'll hang on to it for you, if you like. Keep it safe!

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Nyugh okay, Julian's just moving on from this topic as fast as he can okay. He might be avoiding eye contact throughout this whole exchange and until he gets his totally not there blush under control. He laughs and take another hearty bite of his sandwich.]

Yeah, sure... Just don't put it in your back pocket and sit on it. And don't tell anyone what you saw because she probably doesn't want more of her shit on the mutant high grapevine.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Shut uuuup. [Ali rolls her eyes and smooshes her palm into his face, returning his nose to it's rightful place on his rosy face.]

I'm not gonna tell anyone and nobody would care. [Okay...probably people would care, but Ali's more interested in the gastronomic warfare of pantry pranks and paintball so that doesn't occur to her.] Besides, Forge already said to keep it on the QT--Logan's sworn that if anyone so much as mentions those videotapes is going to be forced to watch them repeatedly, A Clockwork Orange style. I think you and Foley damaged his brain trying to figure out which of you was out first.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian swats her hand away and chuckles a bit, finally looking up in the general vicinity of her eyes again.] There's nothing to figure out, Ali, I shot him first and the little prick knows it, too.