The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

So this week was beginning to get tiring even for Rebecca. Which meant sugary coffee drinks were in order.

Or it could mean she could just... stop having sex this week, but that was ridiculous.

So. She was here loading up on sugary drinks, at least in between rounds of being... elsewhere. Yes. And she was wearing a skimpy little outfit that might, very possibly, get in the way of her goal of recharging her batteries. You know. Maybe.

[[open! THIS NEVER GETS OLD. YOU'D THINK IT WOULD GET OLD BUT IT DOESN'T.]]

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[hasadestiny]

Lex mightn't have been as much of a ho energetic as some but he still needed coffee. Especially after two classes, one of which involved pillow fights.

He raised an eyebrow at Rebecca. With big brotherly concern, yes, that. "Lose something?" Like the rest of her clothes?

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. Lex was all about the big brother-ness. Really. Just like Rebecca was a well-behaved and respectful little sister.

Or something.

In any event, she perked up at the sound of the door opening, thinking it might be about time for another round anyway -- then spotted Lex.

"Oh," she said. "It's you." Damn it, he looked hot. Why did everyone look so hot?

[hasadestiny]

Because bald was sexy. Plus the pollen apparently made it impossible for Lex to just walk. He has to saunter, or swagger, or slink, or any other number of verbs beginning with 's'.

"No need to sound so excited to see me," he said. "People might start talking."

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Any ho-ish actions that might ensue were totally the fault of the swagger. Totally.

"And my flawless reputation would be ruined," Rebecca mused, looking so torn up about it, really. "Oh no."

[hasadestiny]

"Are you suggesting that being seen in the company of a Luthor might damage your reputation?" Lex looked shocked, really he did. "We'd better hope there aren't any reporters around."

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Outside, an intrepid squirrel was reporting on this conversation as they spoke.

"It may be too late," Rebecca said, with a nod to the squirrel and its tiny, tiny notebook. "Damn that paparazzi." Could you tell how much she cared? Could you?

[hasadestiny]

Lex made a show of checking his watch. "Well, the pictures are probably online already."

And boy was Lex glad that once he was back in his own universe, he'd have a few years before that became the kind of problem it was now.

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

Puck was being so good this week. It was his anniversary with Quinn -- which was something he'd never had with a girl, unless you counted the fact that Santana had once instituted "Happy We-Banged-A-Week-Ago-Day," which was celebrated by...well, more banging -- and he'd managed to actually secure a present and had been doing everything possible to keep away from temptation.

Which...yes, had meant a lot of time spent alone in his room with his computer. He felt like a hermit. He barely even knew what that word meant, but dammit, he felt like one. And so today he'd actually left the room, showered and shaved both his face and the growth beside his mohawk, and was now out for coffee. Because dammit, he was going to be really fucking energetic and not at all distracted and keyed up. He had been doing this for years. Quinn deserved better than some guy who couldn't keep his eyes on her face.

Of course, that plan nearly went right out the window when he walked into the Perk and saw that one hot girl from the picnic there looking all...not as clothed as she should be in February. Shit. Shiiiit.

But he was just going to stride on past her and focus on the very, very unsexy coffee he was getting. Coffee was not attractive. No.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Oooh. Another hot guy. And he looked all... groomed. Plus this one had hair. A mohawk, even. Rebecca approved.

"Well, hi," she said, turning on aaall the charm. Leaning her cleavagey self over the table and all. Didn't coffee look sexier when her cup was all... near her boobs?

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"...hiiii," Puck drawled, except it wasn't like, an intentional drawl so much as a "Holy shit boobs right there" kind of drawl. So he was just going to kind of look away to the ceiling. Yes. The awesome, awesome ceiling. "Um. How are you?"

Look! Manners! He had them!

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Little antsy," Rebecca admitted, grinning slyly up at him. "You okay?" She wasn't really concerned, no. "You look all... hot and bothered."

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"I've just been, um, working out," Puck assured her, crossing his arms and kind of tapping his foot. Just to get rid of some of that energy. "I do that a lot, you know. And hey, if you're antsy? Coffee's probably, like, a really bad idea. It makes you all...like, jittery, right?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Nah," Rebecca said, abandoning her coffee at the table and getting up to saunter over to him. All sexily, of course. Duh. "I don't really... mind this kind of antsiness, you know?"

He probably knew.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack did not come into the Perk for coffee. No. He was doing everything he could to burn off steam and... other stuff. Stimulants? Bad idea.

However after jogging four times around the island, he needed something to drink.

It was then he spotted Rebecca who in many ways has a passing resemblance to Allison, which caused him to do a double take. He was about to call out to her when of course he realized that no, this was definitely not Allison.

However now he was just standing there mutely doing a double take at Rebecca's outfit. With his mouth hanging open.

C'mon, Jack. Snap out of it.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Rebecca looked up. And tilted her head. Yeah, he'd do.

"Hey there."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack blinked a couple more times before he realized he wasn't speaking. He should do something about that.

"Hi!" he said as if the greeting surprised him. "Um, you wouldn't-"

And that was the point Jack stopped himself from asking if Rebecca might be somehow related to Allison and then realized he had stopped talking again.

And then he was just looking at her boobs. And then he realized he was looking at the breasts of a girl who was about the same age of his daughter. Which was just WRONG in his head.

And so what came out next was just a painful sounding "Hi?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Rebecca was so not complaining about the wrongness of where his eyes were. Whoops.

"You okay?" she asked, evidently amused and... uh... cleavagey. "You look a little distracted."

So stretching her arms back behind her would be wrong, yes? Very wrong. Which was why she was doing it. Sorry about that.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!

Of course that didn't mean Jack didn't look away. His eyes did try to pop out of his head before his hand shot up to his temple to cover his eyes.

"Nope!" Jack yelped. "Nope. Just fine. Just going to Hell."

He really didn't mean to add that last bit. That's what happen when you don't have an internal monologue.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Why's that?" Rebecca asked. She was totally innocent here, Jack, really.

And pay no attention to the coffee stirrer she was slowly tracing around her lips. Or do.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer was trying to behave himself this week. After what happened during that weekend with the priest stuff, he wasn't up for being a slut again.

Well, at least not with his friends. Again.

So, he had hid out in his dorm room for the week, leaving only for classes, and now coffee.

And there was a very hot chick, where very little, with a very impressive rack. Maybe he could get two hot drinks to go...

"Feeling cold yet?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Oooh. Hot guy.

"That's why I got this," Rebecca said, tapping her coffee cup and holding it up. "Resourceful, right?"

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

"Well, only until it gets cold. Weather like this, most people want to be doing something that keeps them warm."

Seifer had lots of ideas on that.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Rebecca had been keeping plenty warm, thank you! But she was always up for a little extra... warmth.

"Why, whatever could you mean?" she asked, oh-so innocently.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer wasn't even going to pretend that he wasn't looking her over.

"Well, I could be lame and pull out some line if you want. Like, 'Hi I'm Seifer, nice shoes, wanna..." He paused and grinned. "Something tells me you're a classier sort of girl though. So, how about, want to get out of here and work up a sweat somewhere else?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Thought you'd never ask," Rebecca said immediately, abandoning her coffee to cool on the counter and grabbing her purse.

Look. It was just a week, okay? Don't you judge her.