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[laserguy]

[Quentin's still not back home.

He takes a long breath, mostly to get his feelings somewhat under control. His roommate is a huge asshole, but he's worried and everything. Maybe he should just do text, but whatever, he's going through with this.]

If anyone has seen Quentin Quire around, tell him to stop fucking around and come back. He's uh.

[Fuck, what is his normal hair color?????]

He's a dweeb with a mohawk and glasses. Usually wearing some stupid t-shirt with a slogan on it. Anyway, tell him that his room is starting to smell.

[Please don't be gone. Fuck. Did he get lost in the middle of all this bullshit? Trapped somewhere? Sent 'home?' They just went through that whole stupid thing with the alternative life and now Aldrip is a city, so he's feeling all kind of ways. He's really confused and upset and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do, but he's starting here.]

Oh, I'm calling a mandatory 'we're going to the movie theater' event to all members of TWAT club. Don't feel like going? Too bad, don't care, you're going-- that's what mandatory means. Leader's orders.

[He just wants to do something normal with his friends okay--]

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[laserguy]

[Guess teasing each other is nice, even if he's not fully feeling it.]

Hey in case you haven't noticed.

You're already doing so right now.

[opheliac]

( there's a brief silence between them, almost like she is thinking what he said over. )

... You've got a point. — I'll check in with you tomorrow. Maybe throw a firecracker in the sky or two so you'll know I'm still kicking.

[laserguy]

[...]

Better make it cool, but just as a warning, I'm from America and we have the best fireworks.

[opheliac]

Want to make a bet on that?

[laserguy]

If you're that eager to lose.

[Should he encourage this? Probably not, but it will probably be fine. Besides, he wouldn't mind seeing fireworks.]

What are we betting anyway.

[opheliac]

Oh, Scott. You're so silly, I never lose at any game. — But how about loser has to buy the winner dinner? Winner, winner, dinner!!

[laserguy]

Fine fine.

[...]

There's a steak restaurant I passed by that I want to try out.

[Just so she knows where to go when she loses!! But hey, guess the conversation has become light between them, so success. Scott finds himself smiling at any rate.]

[opheliac]

Whoa, wait, steak? ... Like rich people steak?

[ there's still a lot of the new aldrip she hadn't explored, but jinx hadn't considered there might be an area where all the super fancy people go out to eat. ]

Are you sure we're even allowed in there?

[laserguy]

Didn't look that fancy, but guess if they serve steak, they probably have some standards. Probably can't walk in with torn jeans and shit.

[Something more on the level of Texas Roadhouse... not that it existed yet in Scott's time.]

But when did we let something like that stop us?

[opheliac]

You know what? You're right!! Boy, did I had a brain fart there.

[ she snorts over her own little realization. ]

— I think all the nice people around this joint are rubbing off on me. Yuck, I think I need a bath.

[ maybe despite whoever loses this bet, they can dine and dash after they eat so they can put things back in their rightful order. scott being the straight shooter nice guy, and jinx being a terror of destruction. ]

[laserguy]

[Of course he's right!!]

Good thing I'm around to remind you, huh?

[So Jinx is doing better, right? Right. Scott's just going to assume that for now.] I won't keep you. If you prolong any longer, you'll start waving at everyone and wanting to be nice. Can't have that.

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[opheliac]

If that happens, hit me with those big bright red eyes of yours.

[ she giggles warmly (for the first time in the last few days), and smiles too - although he can't see it. ]

Yeah, I'll see you around, Scott. Keep looking up for those firecrackers!