3/10 Instance: Crikey

[Ferguson]

Current Timeline


<@Cecilia> Cecilia lay on the rec room couch in her sweatpants, ginger ale and aspirin on the coffee table and a trashcan nearby just in case. Obviously the last five green beers she'd consumed last night were not her best plan, if this hangover of epic proportions was anything to go by.

<@Cecilia> Luckily she had these supplies, a fairly decent alcohol-induced night's sleep and her guiltiest pleasure of all bad day-time TV guilty pleasures: The Crocodile Hunter.

<@Cecilia> She chuckled as Steve Irwin leapt from his boat yet again to choke a 16-foot crocodile, now that was entertainment.

<Fabian> Fabian, on the other hand, was just rolling in from his celebrations of the day and night festivities, greasy breakfast to counteract his potential hangover in hand and far too awake to consider sleeping which was why he was heading into the rec room to see who he could bother.

<Fabian> He wasn't expecting what he found. "What in the hell are you watching?"

<@Cecilia> Cecilia leapt up at the sight of someone sauntering into the room then made an even more desperate dash for the remote when she saw who it was. "Nothing!"

<@Cecilia> She switched the channel quickly, not even bothering to look at what she'd turned to. "Hey, Fab...err...did you just get in?" She lay back down on the couch, trying to look completely casual.

<Fabian> "Why the reaction like I'd just caught you watching extra juicy porn?" Fabian asked between bites of hashbrown as he reached for the remote, intent to get to the back button to see what it had been.

<@Cecilia> "You wish I was watching porn," Cecilia said, reaching for the remote. "Hey! I happen to be watching-" she glanced at the TV "-The View..." she said, pulling a face even as she said it.

<Fabian> "Yeaaaah, I don't buy that for one minute. Nobody who still has a menstrual cycle watches The View."

<@Cecilia> Cecilia covered her mouth. "Ugh, please don't talk about periods, not while I'm this hungover." Maybe a little reverse psychology and nonchalance would work. "Anyways, change it to whatever you want. I'm fine with whatever."

<Fabian> "Why thank you." Fabian grabbed up the remote and hit the back button. That was exactly what he wanted to do, after all. "...The Crocodile Hunter?" The laughter was oh so hard to hold in.

<@Cecilia> Fuck!"Yeah..." Cecilia said, eyeing him. "The Crocodile Hunter." What he said or did in the next few seconds would either save him or condemn him. She waited with bated breathe.

<Fabian> What Fabian did in those few seconds was dissolve into laughter and curl up in a ball on the sofa around his hashbrowns.

<@Cecilia> Cecilia leapt up from her prone position, making her stomach lurch uncomfortably, and began flailing at Fabian, red-faced. "Shutupshutupshutup!"

<Fabian> "Aaaaaahhhhooow, you're flailing into meeeee." That just made Fabian chuckle harder, actually, seeing her reaction but he was able to stop soon even though he had to wipe a few tears from his eyes from laughing too much.

<Fabian> "Just...please tell me he's not a celebrity crush or something because, while I could pull off his wardrobe, I think that manta ray ruined your chances."

<@Cecilia> With a scream of pure female frustration Cecilia grabbed a pillow and began hitting Fabian with it. "Oh my God, I hate you so much right now!" Though her tone sounded more embarrassed than angry or hateful.

<@Cecilia> "I don't have a celebrity crush!" At least not on Steve Irwin, at any rate. "Stop laughing at me!"

<Fabian> "I'm not laugh-..okay, I am laughing at you but it's funny! And you're ruining my hashbrowns!" Fabian sat up as much as he could in the barage of pillow blows he was taking. "Okay, so...why?"

<@Cecilia> Cecilia flailed harder. "No, it's not! It's not like I was watching Gossip Girl or some Vampire TV show or anything! It's educational!" Well...vaguely. It was leagues smarter than Gossip Girl at any rate, but that wasn't much of an accomplishment.

<@Cecilia> "I dunno it's funny...he finds dangerous animals and pokes them with sticks. Short sticks," she emphasized. "And it's on the Discovery Channel..."

<Fabian> "...you've seen the programming for the Discovery Channel, haven't you? The bar isn't set exceptionally high here." Fabian couldn't help but smirk a bit as he watched her scramble to defend the show. "Well, I do like poking things with sticks."

<@Cecilia> "I just think he's funny," Cecilia defended. "It's a guilty pleasure! Not every show I watch is for education or taste. I like some trashy crap, I like some personalities and watch stuff with them in it even though I don't like the show. Jesus, what is with you? Do you enjoy dragging out all my embarrassing moments and insecurities? Every time I'm with you, Christ..."

<@Cecilia> "...S'like being examined under a microscope."

<Fabian> "...it's a TV show. I think you're getting a bit defensive about it, don't you?" And she talked about him deflecting; hit on a nerve about a silly show she watched and now it was him and how he examined her. "I won't lie, it can be fun." He grinned, leaning against her.

<@Cecilia> Cecilia relaxed a little when he leaned against her and shuffled a little closer at that, grumbling the entire way. "...makin'fun of me...laughin'atme..." she said, her accent coming out much stronger than usual "...I punched bitches that laughed at me..." she said, mashing her face into his shoulder.

<@Cecilia> "...gimme some hashbrowns..." she grumped.

<Fabian> "I'm not making fun of you or laughing at you. I'm just appreciating that sometimes there are funny things about you. I think it's a good thing anyway; that's what boring people lack." He held out his hashbrowns as he smirked at her and slid an arm around her.

<@Cecilia> Cecilia shoved a fistful of hashbrowns in her mouth, not even bothering with a fork. "...Wh's your dirty sec'ret show?" She asked through a mouthful of hashbrowns. Mmm...grease. "Is it the fashion show?" She asked, swallowing. "Or The Stoffelis Show?" She snorted, no-one but right-wing nuts liked that show.

<Fabian> "I do have a drinking game for that show back when the trial was going on. I'm pretty out and proud as far as that goes though. I'm afraid I just don't have that many dirty secrets, didn't spend much time watching television growing up because I was too busy doing completely ill-advised things. TV is for good kids."

<@Cecilia> "Oh no you don't! I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours!" Cecilia exclaimed, stealing some more hashbrowns for that. "You know a bunch of embarrassing things about me but I don't know as many about you!"

<Fabian> "You know them, I just don't hide them!" Fabian insisted, laughing. "I do embarrassing things all the time, I just don't care about it enough to be embarrassed. You've seen me watching the History channel over here, yes?"

<@Cecilia> Cecilia shrugged. "A few times. We watched that one about the Battle of the Bulge once."

<Fabian> "Yeah, that's my thing." Fabian shrugged back. "I watch them and I nitpick the hell out of them."

<@Cecilia> "...Any closet celebrity crushes?" Cecilia asked, licking her fingers and polishing off some more hashbrowns. "Any lame movies you like?"

<Fabian> Fabian frowned, thinking. "I don't really know. I think I spend so much time just embracing the crappiness of some of the things I like I just don't keep them secret."

<@Cecilia> "I'll tell you some of mine if you tell me some of yours..." Cecilia said temptingly, settling back as Steve Irwin was bitten by a large anaconda.

<Fabian> "I'm not hedging, I really don't know. There's nothing I purposefully keep secret, anyway." Fabian frowned, trying to happen onto something that might fit the category.

<@Cecilia> Cecilia raised an eyebrow. "You are embarrassed by nothing." Wow...she was actually a little envious "...Well, I guess I could tell you mine...and maybe you'd get an idea or something..."

<@Cecilia> This involved a vulnerability she didn't often display, she was putting out a lot here, she just hoped it was appreciated. "I have a bad crush on Kevin McCall..." she admitted. "And...err...one embarrassing movie I like is Purple Rain...I like a couple of embarrassing ones but that's probably the worst."

<@Cecilia> "There...now you know.....and don't you EVER tell anyone!" She exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. "Or I'll...I'll burn your house down!" She threatened spastically. There, that oughta do it.

<Fabian> "...Purple Rain is a movie? Oh we're watching this soon." Fabian rubbed his hands together gleefully. It sounded like wonderful crack as far as he was concerned. "And don't burn my house down, I like my house. Although the insurance check would be pretty fabulous."

<@Cecilia> "Yeah it's got Prince in it and everything..." Cecilia admitted, a little red-faced. "It's pretty fly when he sings the title song...it's a sweet song."

<Fabian> "...do you have it?" Fabian asked, turning to her slowly and looking hopeful.

<@Cecilia> Cecilia eyed him. "...Yeah, in my room...in the back of my closet...in a shoebox...why?"

<Fabian> "We can watch it in my room if you like."

<@Cecilia> Cecilia cracked a grin at this in spite of herself. "...Alright..."

<Fabian> "I'm gonna warn you? I'm still a liiiittle bit drunk...but I'll try to behave myself." Fabian promised, hopping up from his seat beside her and holding his arm out. "Shall we?"

<@Cecilia> Cecilia raised a finger and scooped up her ginger ale, aspirin and a bucket. "There, now if you need to yak when you come down we'll be ready." She took his hand, balancing the trashcan and things in it on her opposite hip. "I don't mind if you laugh a little," she smiled. "It is Prince."

<Fabian> "Prince is fantastic, though I have to say I'm more-so."

<@Cecilia> "...Please don't start wearing eyeliner and playing a purple guitar..."

<Fabian> "Cecilia, please. I'm an original." Fabian declared as he held the door.

<@Cecilia> "Fabian, please. I know just how weird you can be." Cecilia said, stepping through and smiling. "....And no looking through my secret shoebox! It's a sealed vault!"

<Fabian> "Are there dirty things in there?" Fabian asked just to see her face, bounding behind her.

<@Cecilia> Cecilia turned red and flailed an arm at him. "I won't talk about my secret stash! No hints, no clues, no maybes. Nothing."

<Fabian> "I'll just use my imagination, then." Fabian assured her, although that was not reassuring in the least.

[Chaos]

<Fabian> "Yeaaaah, I don't buy that for one minute. Nobody who still has a menstrual cycle watches The View."

HHHHHHA!

[Chaos]

Also, I like the part where it's called NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, Ceciliaaaaaa!!!