passingthruKITTY PRYDEDate: 2025-01-28 02:18 am (UTC)
Kitty recognizes the joke and smiles. "That margarita with the chili salt. So boring." She answers immediately, but obviously does not mean it.
She tilts her head, as if trying to puzzle out how his entire psychology might distill into a drink order. Like maybe the new, fancier setting will give more context than the dinners they usually have, which to be fair, often consist of her throwing a sandwich at both of them and insisting they eat in the same room.
"Perfect choice, though. I'm getting it. And you should get... the Barrell-y Aged." Bourbon, vanilla bean, lime & pineapple. It sounds understated, but interesting. "I can totally order if you don't want to say a pun out loud."
seeingredscott summers ⊗ cyclopsDate: 2025-01-28 03:24 am (UTC)
The corner of Scott's mouth tilts up when Kitty voices that awful pun. An actual smile. "It's kind of clever." He even sounds like he means that.
He sets aside his menu and glances around, taking note of the clearest paths if they have to evacuate all civilians from the restaurant. And then very casually, in the manner of a polite friend, he asks: "Did Jean tell you what her plans would be today?"
passingthruKITTY PRYDEDate: 2025-01-28 05:05 am (UTC)
Kitty, for once, plans her words in her head for a moment or two before she says them, stalling by appearing super engrossed by the menu's appetizer section. The temptation to just tell him the whole truth; that Jean's mad at least in part because his other-universe self was acting up again is strong, but comes with a lot of further explanations that would be ultimately disastrous. She plays it as cool as she can. Which is never really that cool. An eyebrow punctuates her question all too pointedly.
"Yeah, she's just staying at the hotel. I was thinking about asking her to hang out after this, unless you were going to?"
seeingredscott summers ⊗ cyclopsDate: 2025-01-29 08:38 am (UTC)
If Scott was any good at reading non-verbal signals, that eyebrow should've set off alarm bells. Instead, he responds way too quickly with "No. Uh... no."
Kitty is Jean's favorite person to hang out with, so that's no surprise. If he idled around the hotel enough, there's a chance that the girls might invite him to spend time with them, but even Scott knows this is a low success plan and kind of pathetic. As for asking Jean... No. These days, any time he talks to Jean without a clearly defined mission in mind, they end up arguing.
He shakes his head. "You should have fun together. I'm worried about her, and I'm already claiming your time now."
“You’re not claiming my time, I dragged you here, because you’re my friend and I want to spend time with you, too.”
Kitty is quick to correct. They’re both her good friends. They’ve both been there for her, they’d all helped each other through hard times. Selfishly, Kitty wants to rewind a few years to a more comfortable dynamic. Before it all got complicated. She should probably invite Scott over, drag Jean out, create some other zany The Parent Trap configuration in which she could force a hangout, dip after five minutes and let them hash it out. But they’d see through that and they’d probably just get mad at her as well as each other.
“I’m kind of worried about both of you.” She admits, as a start. “I do think you should talk to her. If you want to.”
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AROUND LAS VEGAS: Scott & Kitty
She tilts her head, as if trying to puzzle out how his entire psychology might distill into a drink order. Like maybe the new, fancier setting will give more context than the dinners they usually have, which to be fair, often consist of her throwing a sandwich at both of them and insisting they eat in the same room.
"Perfect choice, though. I'm getting it. And you should get... the Barrell-y Aged." Bourbon, vanilla bean, lime & pineapple. It sounds understated, but interesting. "I can totally order if you don't want to say a pun out loud."
AROUND LAS VEGAS: Scott & Kitty
He sets aside his menu and glances around, taking note of the clearest paths if they have to evacuate all civilians from the restaurant. And then very casually, in the manner of a polite friend, he asks: "Did Jean tell you what her plans would be today?"
AROUND LAS VEGAS: Scott & Kitty
"Yeah, she's just staying at the hotel. I was thinking about asking her to hang out after this, unless you were going to?"
AROUND LAS VEGAS: Scott & Kitty
Kitty is Jean's favorite person to hang out with, so that's no surprise. If he idled around the hotel enough, there's a chance that the girls might invite him to spend time with them, but even Scott knows this is a low success plan and kind of pathetic. As for asking Jean... No. These days, any time he talks to Jean without a clearly defined mission in mind, they end up arguing.
He shakes his head. "You should have fun together. I'm worried about her, and I'm already claiming your time now."
AROUND LAS VEGAS: Scott & Kitty
Kitty is quick to correct. They’re both her good friends. They’ve both been there for her, they’d all helped each other through hard times. Selfishly, Kitty wants to rewind a few years to a more comfortable dynamic. Before it all got complicated. She should probably invite Scott over, drag Jean out, create some other zany The Parent Trap configuration in which she could force a hangout, dip after five minutes and let them hash it out. But they’d see through that and they’d probably just get mad at her as well as each other.
“I’m kind of worried about both of you.” She admits, as a start. “I do think you should talk to her. If you want to.”