fandomtownies | Outside the Perkolator, Late Sunday

*after spending the day studying Callisto decides to grab a coffee*

*she sees Ash and nods*

Feeling better, Coach?

Hey there, Callisto-baby. ::nods, grinning:: I'm doin' real good.

Got a cup of joe, a deck of cards, ::shrugs:: but I ain't got no one to talk to. You want to sit down ~~on my lap~~ and join me?

*wonders when Ash learnt to subtext*

*shrugs*

Sure, why not?

*sits down across from Ash*

So Coach, what do you want to talk about?

Well, I got a special request for you, babe. ::finishes his expresso and sets it down::

I need a model for the studio session on Tuesday. Think you'd be up for it?

*chews on a thumbnail*

Depends, what would it involve?

Nothing, big, I just need you stand real still and look pretty.

And I'm pretty sure you got the last half down real good already.

::laughs, and starts shuffling his cards with both hands::

Okay, I'll do it.

*sips coffee*

Anything in particular I'd need to bring?

Nothing but what nature gave you, baby...

::shuffles his cards some more::

Sure is boring for a Sunday night, isn't it? You know where a fellow can find a little action? ~~Or should we make some of our own?~~

I'm stewin', here. It's just no good at all.

Okay then.

*shrugs*

I don't know, Sundays are usually quiet around here. You're looking for a game, I hear Echolls can hook you up. ~~No, that would damage the sacred trust between teacher and TA.~~

There are worse things than being bored.

Echolls? I don't think I know the kid. ::shuffles::

Besides, I figure a game'd be real nice, get a bunch of kids together for ~~humiliating strip~~ poker ~~with my marked cards~~. It's not like anyone actually cares about their classes, right?

~~And Sacred Trust? What's more sacred and trusting than two hot naked bodies meeting, baby?~~

If you want a game that badly just put a notice in the dorms, I'm sure somebody would want to play.

~~The completely platonic and utterly non-sexual way in which I look upon you as a kind of father for one.~~

Awww, but where's the fun in that? You post a notice, and all the wannabes will come streaming out, not knowing they're getting fed to the big grandaddy of all card sharks.

...you know, you might just have something, there. ::laughs::

~~You wouldn't be into a little father-figurely incest, then?~~

*is slightly unnerved by Ash's laugh and general demeanor*

*glances at clock*

My, my look at the time, I really should head back to the dorms soon.

~~No, I'm afraid you're getting me confused with Angelus there.~~

::grins::

Let me go with you, then. Back to the dorms. ~~And into your room. And into your bedroom. And then into your pants.~~

I got nothing better to do, and wouldn't want my beautiful little TA getting herself hurt before class. ::pockets his cards, and stands::

Unless you'd rather go to my room, baby? ::laugh::

*curses in twenty-six different languages flash through Callisto's mind*

I appreciate the thought, but that really isn't necessary Coach, I'm a big girl and perfectly capable of taking care of myself. ~~And you aren't on the list of people I'd let into my dorm, let alone my pants.~~

*smiles and makes sure to keep a decent distance between herself and Ash*

::shrugs::

If you insist. ~~Can't we make a special list? I'll let you punch me in the face a few times while we do it. I'd like that. A lot.~~

::waves::

See you at class, Callisto-baby.

I do, really. ~~You're already on a very special list. It's called The List of Men I Wouldn't Sleep With Even If It Meant The Human Race Would Die Out.~~

See you then, Coach.

*waves and heads back to the dorms post-haste*

(OOC: *loves you*)

Shane steps into the Perk, yawning to herself a little as she goes. Kate had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, but Shane had found herself unable to sleep without her usual cup of cocoa from the Perk and a bit of quiet time in the park.

::pulls his cards out of his pocket and starts shuffling again::

Yo, Shane! ::waves:: Come keep the King a little company, would ya? I'm all lonely, here.

Turning from the counter, Shane smiles as she sees Coach Ash. He seemed to be in a much better mood than he had been a couple of nights before. Maybe he'd lucked out and found himself a girlfriend. Guess there was no better way to know that to go over and ask.

Paying for her cocoa, she heads over to his table. "Hey," she says, smiling. "How's it going?"

::sets down the cards, and waves::

It's goin' just great. I had a little revelation, you know? Like, I had things all figured out wrong. This might have something to do about getting hit by a truck, but I'm sure I woulda come to this conclusion otherwise.

I'm a lesbian trapped in a man's body. So, that means you'd do me, right? ::laughs::

"Oh, hey! You're a lesbian-identified male, too?" Shane says brightly, smiling. "I had a friend in LA who was one. Lisa."

::laughs::

I'm just jokin' with ya. The King's royal sceptor is a proud member of his Highness' court.

So, what're you up to? Make out with any girls today? Did you take pictures? Video? Oil paintings? Cheap sketches with wax paper and a crayon? Anything?

Shane takes a sip of her cocoa as she listens to Ash speak and her brows furrow slowly by degrees with each question he asks. Looks like he's back to his old habits again... ahh, well... I can only give the advice. It's up to them whether or not they follow it...

Her grin is slightly wry as she lowers her cup and swallows. "Uhhh, let's see... what did I do. I ... spent most of the day with my girlfriend, actually. She was lucky enough to get the day off from work." Her lips twist thoughtfully for a moment as she appears to think. "I don't kiss and tell. Or do crayon sketches. Sorry."

::snaps his fingers::

Shucks. Well, I got a camera if you ever want a few keepsakes. And want to make a few bucks off the internet. ::laugh::

I'm sure people'd pay real good money to see that.

I know I would. ::grin::

Shane returns the grin from behind her take-out cup, but the friendly gleam in her eyes has gone decidedly flat. "You're a real fuckin' charmer, you know it," she murmurs.

::sad puppy faces::

Sorry, baby... am I coming on a little too strong? I'm just playin' with ya, that's all. Can't blame the King for tryin' to have a little fun, can you?

::holds his cards up, and then throws them up in the air::

See? It's a regular party. Giant card-shaped confetti and everything. ::laugh::

"No, of course not," Shane says, offering him an oddly serene smile. When he throws the cards in the air she gives him a strange look, jumping a little as a couple of them land on her head and slide off, fluttering down to the floor. "And I'm glad you're having such a blast," she adds after a moment, looking down at the cards.

What, you're not having fun?

Do you want me to buy you a drink? ~~Smack you on the ass?~~ Do a little dance with a monkey in a fez? Sing showtunes? I know a few showtunes. I can also sing the entire Elvis repertoire, if that's what floats your boat. I'll bow down and worship, I'll do a jig, I'll do my impression of an elephant, anything if it'll make sure you're having a little more fun.

Shane laughs in spite of herself at his miniature tyrade. "Look, that's... really sweet of you, but I'm okay... really," she says reassuringly.

::shrugs::

Alright, if you're okay, you're okay, I guess.

::yawns::

Look, I got class in the morning, so, I better get back to the Falcon ~~and punch out real Ash again~~, and get some sleep.

You continue being you. You're special, kid. And I'm not talking "rides the short bus" special. ::laughs, and stands up::

"Thank you," Shane says wryly. "Take it easy."

::laughs again::

Oh, I'll take it real easy. Easy as Marilyn Monroe after a few drinks. ::laughs::

::walks away, and when he's sure he's out of sight, reaches into his pocket, pulls out a stink bomb, and throws it in Shane's direction, before running off towards the Falcon::

Shane shakes her head, chuckling to herself a little as Ash strides off. She goes to take a sip of her cocoa but the delicious and relaxing scent of chocolate is replaced and completely obliterated by something ... just foul.

"Ohh, man," she groans, lowering her cup and covering her nose, eyes narrowing.

Outside the Perkolator, Late Sunday

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