[ and he would. from the grin and utterly hopeless adoration in his voice it's likely evident that he would like nothing more than to go on a walk right now. ]
Are you still at the casino? I can meet you there.
Yeah, I'm outside. I think I'm done with gambling for the night.
( not that blue is much of a gambler — but then, she's not much of a drinker either, and yet here she is. decidedly drunk with a phone wedged to her cheek, cradled in her hands like henry's actually here and not just talking in her ear. )
[ the truth is he left as soon as she asked if he was available. though he never loved driving, times like this make him miss having a car. it would be so much easier pulling up in the fisker to take her home. not to mention much more satisfying.
anyway, it won't take him too long to get there. ]
( she sounds surprised, like she had gone out with the expectation that the evening would be a complete wash. which would be completely accurate, because that's exactly what blue had expected would happen — and she's still not entirely sure if it was good because she'd gotten very drunk or in spite of that, but it doesn't really matter. )
It was a real theme, this time. Not just....fancy stuff.
[ he smiles just to hear the happy timbre of her voice. he's familiar with that tone, the pleasant surprise. he memorized it the first time he heard it, the night of the toga party, and he's replayed it in his mind more times than he can count.
it's not like her to get this drunk and maybe he should be worried about that, but he can't blame her. and he doesn't think anything went wrong. ]
( she decides, the moment that she says it, with something close to a giggle in her voice. it's not quite a laugh yet, but it's definitely getting close. )
[ henry groans in faux disappointment, but it's not enough to hide his delight. he tells her he's about five minutes away and spends that time cracking small jokes or pretending to try to convince her to share the secret.
soon enough he rounds the corner, reaching the casino. ]
All right, I'n outside. Toward the left- my left. Are you by the door?
( no it's not, but it's fine because she's hauled herself up from her sitting position anyway. she takes a moment to brush her hands over her legs quickly, smoothing out the skirt and sweeping away any lingering leaves or dirt from her chosen position, and promptly hangs up the device without a goodbye.
she's already spotted henry, which means that she can waltz over with a beaming expression, holding her arms out to take a slow, careful spin. it might have twirled the little cheerleading skirt out if it had been faster — as it stands, it just sort of waves as she comes to a stop. )
[ henry blinks, frozen in place at the sight of her for just a moment, forgetting to even hang up the phone. first of all, he can't take his eyes off her and her legs in that tiny little skirt. and secondly, blue sargent in a cheerleading costume feels like he should check for the sun rising from the west. or monkeys flying or however it goes.
a grin slowly spreads across he face before he starts laughing joyously. ]
Ms. Sargent, you can't expect me to pick you up in this. What would all these people think?
[ he gestures to the mostly empty street behind him where absolutely no one is paying attention to them. ]
Maybe they'll think you're a football star. That's the trope, right? Number one sports guy and his best gal.
( her accent lilts harder like this. blue doesn't take the same great care to mask hers the way adam does, but there's a notable difference in the way her vowels are loosened up by the liquor. just about all of her has been loosened up by the drinks she's had over the course of the night, actually.
blue holds her hand out to henry, stepping carefully out of the grassed front garden area of the scratch and back onto the beaten (concrete) path. )
You want to know a secret? I think it would be quite romantic if someone stood in my yard with a boombox over their head.
I'm sure I wouldn't know, I've never studied for the U.S. citizenship test. But I am very athletic and you are the best gal, so I can see how they could make that mistake.
[ smiling, he takes her hand before turning around and crouching down so she can hop onto his back. he may have been lying about the athleticism, but he can easily carry blue, who is about the size and weight of a lawn flamingo. and has a very cute accent. and who is hardly coordinated to walk back to the house right now. ]
Did you have a song in mind for this scene? Peter Gabriel is a classic, but I feel like you could do better. Maybe Ed Sheeran and sipping a pumpkin spice latte at the window...
[ his tone is gently teasing, but honestly he could go for a pumpkin spice latte. ]
( she does consider protesting for a moment, if only out of habit, but truth be told she's quite charmed by the idea of henry carrying her home. not that she says any of that though, blue just winds her arms around his shoulder and hips up with a not insignificant wobble.
they don't end up on the floor, but to blue at least it feels awfully close. she giggles — giggles — against his cheek, pressing a kiss there that ends up blurring into her sentence. )
I think Ed Sheeran is stupid. Do you know who would be great? Adele. Big power ballad song, you know? That's a secret too.
[ his pretend indignation is interrupted with a small whoa and a chuckle as she starts to teeter. he hooks his arms underneath her knees and helps stabilize them both before they end up on the pavement. it's only his first pick-up, he'd never get a five-star rating for that.
if his ears turn pink as she kisses his cheek, he's just going to ignore it. ]
I do love a big power ballad. Adele can be kind of a bummer, though?
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[ and he would. from the grin and utterly hopeless adoration in his voice it's likely evident that he would like nothing more than to go on a walk right now. ]
Are you still at the casino? I can meet you there.
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( not that blue is much of a gambler — but then, she's not much of a drinker either, and yet here she is. decidedly drunk with a phone wedged to her cheek, cradled in her hands like henry's actually here and not just talking in her ear. )
I'll wait out here for you?
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[ the truth is he left as soon as she asked if he was available. though he never loved driving, times like this make him miss having a car. it would be so much easier pulling up in the fisker to take her home. not to mention much more satisfying.
anyway, it won't take him too long to get there. ]
You sound like you had fun, [ he teases gently. ]
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( she sounds surprised, like she had gone out with the expectation that the evening would be a complete wash. which would be completely accurate, because that's exactly what blue had expected would happen — and she's still not entirely sure if it was good because she'd gotten very drunk or in spite of that, but it doesn't really matter. )
It was a real theme, this time. Not just....fancy stuff.
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it's not like her to get this drunk and maybe he should be worried about that, but he can't blame her. and he doesn't think anything went wrong. ]
Yeah? What theme?
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( she decides, the moment that she says it, with something close to a giggle in her voice. it's not quite a laugh yet, but it's definitely getting close. )
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soon enough he rounds the corner, reaching the casino. ]
All right, I'n outside. Toward the left- my left. Are you by the door?
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( no it's not, but it's fine because she's hauled herself up from her sitting position anyway. she takes a moment to brush her hands over her legs quickly, smoothing out the skirt and sweeping away any lingering leaves or dirt from her chosen position, and promptly hangs up the device without a goodbye.
she's already spotted henry, which means that she can waltz over with a beaming expression, holding her arms out to take a slow, careful spin. it might have twirled the little cheerleading skirt out if it had been faster — as it stands, it just sort of waves as she comes to a stop. )
Henry Cheng. To what do I owe the pleasure?
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a grin slowly spreads across he face before he starts laughing joyously. ]
Ms. Sargent, you can't expect me to pick you up in this. What would all these people think?
[ he gestures to the mostly empty street behind him where absolutely no one is paying attention to them. ]
That I'm some sort of frat boy? Or worse, a jock?
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( her accent lilts harder like this. blue doesn't take the same great care to mask hers the way adam does, but there's a notable difference in the way her vowels are loosened up by the liquor. just about all of her has been loosened up by the drinks she's had over the course of the night, actually.
blue holds her hand out to henry, stepping carefully out of the grassed front garden area of the scratch and back onto the beaten (concrete) path. )
You want to know a secret? I think it would be quite romantic if someone stood in my yard with a boombox over their head.
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[ smiling, he takes her hand before turning around and crouching down so she can hop onto his back. he may have been lying about the athleticism, but he can easily carry blue, who is about the size and weight of a lawn flamingo. and has a very cute accent. and who is hardly coordinated to walk back to the house right now. ]
Did you have a song in mind for this scene? Peter Gabriel is a classic, but I feel like you could do better. Maybe Ed Sheeran and sipping a pumpkin spice latte at the window...
[ his tone is gently teasing, but honestly he could go for a pumpkin spice latte. ]
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( she does consider protesting for a moment, if only out of habit, but truth be told she's quite charmed by the idea of henry carrying her home. not that she says any of that though, blue just winds her arms around his shoulder and hips up with a not insignificant wobble.
they don't end up on the floor, but to blue at least it feels awfully close. she giggles — giggles — against his cheek, pressing a kiss there that ends up blurring into her sentence. )
I think Ed Sheeran is stupid. Do you know who would be great? Adele. Big power ballad song, you know? That's a secret too.
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[ his pretend indignation is interrupted with a small whoa and a chuckle as she starts to teeter. he hooks his arms underneath her knees and helps stabilize them both before they end up on the pavement. it's only his first pick-up, he'd never get a five-star rating for that.
if his ears turn pink as she kisses his cheek, he's just going to ignore it. ]
I do love a big power ballad. Adele can be kind of a bummer, though?