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Outside J,GoB | Tuesday Afternoon

It wasn't that April was day-drinking on the bench outside the bakery that she was banned from entering. It was more like she was drinking spiked Gatorade on the bench outside... yeah, that same place.

She had given up on nonchalantly encouraging Cliff to pee on the bench, and instead had moved on to drawing mustaches and openly hanging genitals on celebrities in a magazine she'd found somewhere.

Wait, where had she found it?

Huh.

[[open! the saga of april and J,GoB delights me so very much.]]

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Clint had assumed that Lucky would want his walks to take a shorter amount of time as the weather got warmer, but what he was discovering was that Lucky wanted slower walks instead. So, Clint had plenty of time to spot April as he meandered past the bakery, leash in hand. "Hey," he said, giving her a small, not at all awkward smile.

Cliff apparently decided that he needed to make friends with Lucky, so he began tugging on the leash until April dutifully loosened it. Immediately, Cliff scampered toward Lucky as best as a three-legged dog could to sniff him hello.

Meanwhile, April was being totally mean and not avoiding eye contact like a civilized person would. "Hey, you actually have a puppy," she said, which was a mean but subtle reference to what she had been calling him the last time they saw each other. "'Sup?"

Cliff got sniffed right back because hey, disabled dogs needed to stick together, right? Plus, Lucky never met a dog he didn't like to sniff, and Clint's grip on his leash had loosened when April started talking. "Uh, yeah, I do," he said, totally focusing on the dogs like that would help. "I'm doing great now that I've been gremlin-venom free for a while. How are you?"

They could start a disabled dog support group!

"Same old," April replied lazily. "Mostly just wondering if thrift stores take leather corsets. Do you know?"

Yeah, probably no, he did not.

No, no he did not, April.

"I'm not really an expert in leather." Kevlar, on the other hand... "You could always keep it. Halloween's not that far away."

"But then I'm, like, depriving someone of the sexy evening of their sexy sex dreams."

Said in an unaffected monotone. She didn't take her eyes off of Clint, either. April could be creepy to talk to sometimes.

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"I don't know, if people are having those kinds of sexy dreams, there's a sex shop in town... which is where I'm assuming you got that in the first place." Not that Clint had been in there much. Maybe he'd have to change that soon... "You could save it and see if someone has sexy sex dreams about you," he added, finally making proper eye contact as he smirked at her.

"Huh." April was kind of impressed by the smirking and the teasing. She hadn't known Clint had it in him. "Yeah, might as well," she granted. "Never been to that store. Could be a lot of walking."

She glanced at her fingernails. Not really for any particular reason. They were fingernails.

Anyway, she figured Clint's teasing had earned him a break from the torture, so-- "What's up otherwise?"

"Not a lot. Kinda enjoying things being quiet," Clint said. He looked over at Lucky and Cliff and gave Lucky's leash a tug. "Stop sniffing his butt, it's rude. Just bark and say hello."

"Cliff probably started it," April shared. "He's really into butts."

Thanks, April.

As for the mention of how quiet things had been-- "Probably we're all going to turn into flying bananas this weekend now."

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"Shhh, don't put that out there," Clint said, laughing. "I'd rather just have flying bananas, you know? I don't mind dealing with the weird stuff if I'm doing it as myself."

Hm. "Yeah, same," April agreed. "I'd deal with those peppers all the time if I could get a Get Out Of Being a Teenager Again pass. That weekend was bullshit."

"The hairstyle alone was enough to make me wish that never happens again," Clint said, making a face. "Being little was worse. At least as a teenager I knew not to talk about myself a lot."

"Lucky," April said enviously. Meaning Clint, not the dog. "Teenage me was a moron. Hung out with someone because he ate a squirrel."

Incidentally, April had just turned twenty.

"Did teenage you think that was a good thing? You must have matured in, what, three years?" She did still look like a teenager, after all.

"I can see why you'd think that, but I'm actually a thousand-year-old warlock," April lied lazily. "Standards were different in my time."

Her tone didn't sound like she was lying, but because she was feeling so nice, April clued Clint in with a lazy little smirk.

"Oh, well, I have to say that whatever magic you've been using to keep your skin smooth works wonders," Clint said with a smirk of his own. "Damn this town and its lack of normal people."

"I think I met a normal person once," April offered, shifting on the bench so that Cliff could hop up, apparently as a means of making Lucky jealous or something. "He has a mustache. I think he's the mayor."

Clint sat down and laughed. "I would have thought his mustache is the source of his power," he said.

Poor, poor Cliff. He was giving you sad eyes now, Clint. That was going to be his seat.

"Maybe," April granted. "What's the power?"

Clint ~~totally could not read at this hour, whoops~~ genuinely thought about that for a moment. "I don't know, usually that's a sign of someone with a bad agenda," he said. "So it's probably not a nice power. Either that, or it's something insanely boring."

"Like..." April paused for a bit, pretending to ponder-- "the power to play smooth jazz on the saxophone?"

Just a random suggestion!

"Exactly!" It was nice to meet someone who's brain was as silly as his sometimes. "You have to have some styling facial hair for that."

"Yeah, the mustache hair turns the sax on," April agreed. "It's like science."

'Like' science in that it was nothing like it.

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