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Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday Morning to Afternoon, The Park

As was traditional, the start of the end of Parents' Weekend featured plenty of food, benches, chairs, and coffee in the park. After all, the Student Council couldn't let the parents be weirded out one last time without a feast.

The sky was a little overcast, but the temperatures were still above normal, which was a lucky break for the final day of the weekend.

[OOC: Have fun!]

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"Is ... that slang I don't know or do you mean it was just filled with booze?" George asked, picking at her food. "It doesn't bug you, that nobody showed?"

Reggie had managed to observe for a couple of minutes, and now she was bored. And curious.

"Are you her boyfriend?" she asked.

Somehow, when God was handing out tact, he had missed the Lass house entirely.

And here poor Jeremy had just been ready to laugh into yet another explanation of how 'wet' was the same as cool and sweet and all those other words like that. He didn't get further than rounding his lips for the 'w', and then he was looking startled again.

"... Uh. No?"

God, he hoped that was the right answer.

Maybe George could just set herself on fire or something. That would have been a way better idea than coming to brunch.

"No," she said. "He's just this ... guy."

So should she be upset that he said 'no'? She would have felt weird if he had said yes. He wasn't her boyfriend. Did that mean he didn't want to be, like, he wasn't interested at all, like, he was probably --

Hey, maybe she could still try the setting-herself-on-fire route. It was never too late!

Wow, that had been an interesting reaction.

"Whatever," Reggie said. "You guys are weird."

Well, they were. It wasn't really a complicated question.

"Does your family usually bail on stuff?" she asked Jeremy.

If George was going to be stupid, then she'd talk to this guy.

Too bad Jeremy was still kind of stuck on whether he should've elaborated on how he didn't have a girlfriend currently but how he was still open to the idea, and whether that stuff should even be talked about in front of her sister, anyway.

"Uh, I, um... No?" This was such an excellent answer. "They're just... busy. With stuff. We're pretty important in New York."

They really did need to talk. Once Reggie wasn't here. Which ... was going to be a huge kick in the gut itself, so she might need a couple of days after that just to get out of bed.

"What is it your family does, anyway?" George asked. "You ... never told me."

There was a lot they hadn't talked about, wasn't there? That was okay. She knew awesome things about him, like the fact that he was fun and kissed really well. Those were good things to know.

"We own Darling Enterprises," Jeremy shrugged. He really didn't mind that they hadn't talked about that much. "Basically they do... everything. Real estate and sports and entertainment and stuff."

And they owned like half of Manhattan.

"Do you get ... free tickets to stuff, or ... perks and things?" George asked.

No, George. Owning half of Manhattan didn't translate to any perks at all. Jeremy never got VIP treatment anywhere. It was really sad.

"Our dad's a college professor," Reggie said. "He and Mom are getting a divorce because he's sleeping with one of his students."

The guy was half his age. Seriously, Dad?

"Oh. Uh, I'm sorry." That was actually kind of business as usual for his part of the world, even though his own parents were still together. Still, it sucked.

... And he didn't know what else to say, so he hesitated, then turned to George again. "To answer your question, yes. I get stuff."

"S'fine," George said. "I mean ... not fine, it sucks, but it's not ..."

Really worth dredging up over brunch. It paled in comparison to the whole dead sister angle, or the whole awkwardness of everything else. Right? Great!

She shrugged. "What kind of stuff?" she asked. "Is any of it good?"

Reggie was poking at her brunch with disinterest.

"Well, yeah," Jeremy said, pretty happy to get back to a topic he actually knew how to deal with. "I mean... some of it's pretty lame but some of it's really good."

And he was being vague because they got everything for free. It was the weirdest thing about being rich.

"Really?" George asked. "What was the coolest thing someone ever gave you? Totally free, you have no idea why, it just owned?"

"Uh..." Yeah, Jeremy had to think about it. They got a lot of stuff. A lot. "Well, just before we moved here I got a pretty rockin' red scooter?" He tilted his head. "You know I should've seriously had that shipped here. Could've used it on the mainland."

"Is it a Vespa?" Reggie asked.

It earned her a strange look from her older sister. "Since when are you into scooters?"

"I dunno," Reggie said. "Vespas are cool."

"It's totally a Vespa!" Jeremy enthused. Hey, they'd found a thing in common, no matter how small. "Please, there's no cooler scooter. Vespas are totally wet."

A pause, and he remembered what he'd been about to say way earlier.

"Uh, that means like... cool."

"Why, exactly, does wet mean cool?" George asked.

"Why does cool mean cool?" Reggie countered. "Slang is all weird like that."

Reggie had a point.

"Can I take a ride on your Vespa?" Reggie asked, before realizing that that was probably going to be an impossibility. "Oh. Never mind. Take George, then."

And that was when George facepalmed.

"I... don't think I can take either of you," Jeremy replied, only stumbling over his words a bit. "I mean, um, the Vespa is back home in New York and uh, yeah."

Excellent.

Okay, so Reggie was now screwing things up with her ... um ... guy that she had made out with who had gone on a date with her and wasn't a boyfriend.

She couldn't really be that surprised, could she?

"I have a bicycle," George said. "But it's ... here. On the island."

Oh. Apparently she didn't need Reggie's help to fuck things up.

"It's ... not a Vespa."

And that would be a twelve-year-old snickering at her.

"Do you always get this stupid around boys?"

"Hey, she's totally not being stupid," Jeremy objected, glad to be saved from his wonderings of whether two people should ride the same bicycle and whether he should even be talking about bicycles. "Your sister's awesome, Reggie. She's maximum."

He was also not really looking at her right now.

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