KALI ⌖ OPEN

[felidity]

☒ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ☒ ᴘʀᴏsᴇ ☒ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ☒ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ☒ ᴏᴠᴇʀғʟᴏᴡ

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[felidity]

That makes her glance up, lifting her hand to pat his cheek fondly, the corner of her mouth turning her smile into a smirk. "But not a deluded frat boy."

She knows he knows what's up.

[onebehind]

"Self-aware frat boy," he agrees, sagaciously and with a nod. A moment of pause follows, half so he can lean into her hand and half largely for effect, and then slowly, he starts, "Though, does that mean I can't play beer pong anymore?"

Since, you know, he's not deluded and all. Never mind the fact that the last time he played beer pong was Wanda's birthday party, months ago. He's mostly just being an ass at this point.

[felidity]

Her nose wrinkles. "You can. But beer is gross." She shrugs though, grinning. "You'd lose if you ever played against me, anyway."

[onebehind]

"I don't know. I beat Jack, and he's as fucking Wyatt Earp as you are, so." You know, fast hands and all. He's not entirely sure if she'll get that reference, though, and so he just shrugs, that said.

[felidity]

"We'll have to test it out." A beat. "You can drink my beers, too."

Seriously, it's gross.

[onebehind]

"Or we can try and find you one you actually like."

Not all of them taste like wet bread, after all. In fact, the first thing that comes to mind (Guinness Draught) actually tastes like iced coffee. That's an improvement, right?

[felidity]

That would be a huge improvement. She loves iced coffee.

"Well, if you must." She clearly doesn't mind, just being picky for the sake of it now. Because she can.

[onebehind]

"I must, I must." And if he sounds a little like he's imitating someone in saying that, well, he is. Aw, yeah, Cleavon Little in Blazing Saddles.

[felidity]

She doesn't get the reference, bless her soul, but she smiles up at him, clearly head over heels. Today has been a trying day, this week as been trying, she's glad she has Dylan.

"...wanna make out?"