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The Perk, Monday afternoon

Pretty much all Jessica had been doing since she got back from Italy was going in deeper on Roxxon. She really wasn't liking the fact that so many SHIELD documents were coming back to her redacted. The thought that SHIELD might be hiding something from one of their higher clearance agents about Roxxon really meant nothing good and you know what? She needed a break after coming to that conclusion.

And so Jessica went to the Perk, got some coffee, and focused on more local problems. Like when the glitter for Homecoming was going to arrive, and yes, that was a real concern, you guys did not understand how much glitter there was likely to be. Also, it's cheaper when you buy in bulk. Anyway, she was trying to get the tracking to work on that at the moment.

[OOC: Today sucks, but hey, I get to play. Oooopen!]

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"Jessica!" Victor said, pausing by her table with a chai latte in hand. (Doom class days demanded a caffeine fix.) "Hey. How was Italy?"

It was probably better than his trip home, but that wouldn't take much.

"Hey, Victor," Jessica said. "It was very Italian. Lots of great buildings and food, I barely got by with my horrible mangling of the language. It was a good time. I'm sorry you couldn't be there."

"Me too," Victor said. "It felt like about time for a trip home, but eating pizza and looking at old buildings for a week would've been way more fun."

"Think of it this way. It's really not a trip to Italy without a gondola ride or something, and we didn't even go to Venice. So you didn't miss out on that much," Jessica offered.

"Did you at least get to Rome?" Victor asked. "'Cause if you didn't see Venice or Rome, you should ask for a refund."

On a free trip. Sure.

"No Venice and no Rome," Jessica said. "Just Florence and the amazing Tuscan countryside, and I think that's worth complaining about."

"How was the trip home? Was there pizza involved at some point?"

"Dude, I so wouldn't turn down a trip to Florence," Victor noted. "They have da Vinci stuff there. But it's still a gyp not to see Rome. I;'d complain too."

He shrugged a little, self-conscious. "We did get pizza," he nodded. "The rest of it wasn't great, but nothing we couldn't handle. Typical trip home. You know how it goes." A pause. "We had a fake Homecoming."

"If your typical trips home are anything like my typical trips home, then I have all the empathy in the world for you," Jessica said. "Anyway, you're getting back to back Homecomings? I have a feeling ours will involve a lot more glitter."

"Thanks for the empathy," Victor said. "And yeah, lucky me. Did you guys decide to go for it and make the theme 'swim in a giant bowl of glitter' this time around?"

"We would never take it that far," Jessica said. "Mostly because we didn't think about it before. But you should probably watch out for prom now."

Victor held up his hands in protest, laughing. "I am so not the one here who should get blamed for this school's glitter fixation."

"Don't worry, I'll say it was an anonymous suggestion," Jessica said. "I don't want anything happening to you just because of glitter."

"Good. I really don't want to take the blame for that one," Victor said. "Though by this time people should know the glitter's inevitable. It's gonna happen no matter what I do."

"Exactly. At worst, you're giving form to the glitter. Maybe it's a form people will actually like," Jessica suggested. "I don't believe that, but I think it sounds good."

"Sure, let's go with it," Victor decided. "Mostly because the idea of giving form to glitter is a little closer to Dr. Frankenstein than I really want to go. But hey, speaking of homecoming, I have a question for you."

"A non-glitter-related question?" Jessica checked.

Victor thought about it, which gave him a moment to get his dorky nerves under control.

"Nope. I'm pretty sure glitter has nothing to do with the answer to this one."

"We'll see about that," Jessica said. "Ask away."

Victor's grip on his chai cup got mysteriously tighter. "Um, so, it's senior year, and I know it's not really a big deal to go to the dance alone but I so don't want to, and you're really cool, and -- would you go with me? Please."

Smoothest quasi-date request ever.

Oh, wow. Jessica ran that back in her head to make sure she heard him right, then she started talking. "Well, you're right, there's no glitter in that answer. That's a pretty straightforward yes or no. But I've never had somebody ask me out and say please. Actually, I've barely had anyone ask me out ever. But none of those times were so polite. I'm rambling. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

Jessica stopped for a moment. "But, um, yeah, it could be fun. Yes."

She still wasn't sure if he meant to ask her or if this was some kind of weird elaborate prank or something.

"Yes?" Victor repeated back, both to make sure he had heard right and because she had kind of been rambling. He took a deep breath and smiled. "Okay. Great. Yes. It'll be fun."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Seriously, people don't say please when they ask other people out?"

"Not the kind of people who usually ask me out," Jessica said. "It doesn't happen super often, but it's usually by people who are... I'm going to go with 'brash.' You know, exactly the kind of people who would never even think to say please."

"Yeah, I'm not really the brash type," Victor nodded. "Not that I have some huge track record asking girls out, for the record. But I think when it's come up, I've said please."

[OOC: Night!]

"Well, the politeness is appreciated," Jessica said. "It sets you apart in my book."

[OOC: Night!]

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