[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]

[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.