Summer Smith (
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-11-12 06:59 am
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MHA #4; Thursday Evening [07/09].
It had been a while since Summer and Rey got together for one of these sangria nights, and Summer was really feeling like it was needed. But the nice thing was that the unwinding and conversation that had this time around should be way more positive and uplifting than the last time they did this.
Boy, she certainly hoped so anyway! That last time had gotten dark.
But tonight, there was plenty of sangria to be had, the cats had been isolated in the bedroom with plenty of catnip and their fifty billion different toys that they usually just ignored for pieces of string and packaging tape unless it was decided that what this evening really needed was some cute cat snuggling, she'd set up a pretty relaxing multidimenional playlist that featured heavily on the snake jazz, the space jizz, and the lo-fi hip-hop beats to chill to, there was a small army of hopeful nail polish bottles stationed on her coffee table, and while she waited for Rey to swing by, she was in the kitchen, looming over the glowing screen of her phone in the attempts to mix up an experimental mud mask that she was hoping to convince Rey to at least try once they were a few glasses in.
Dry winter weather was coming for their skin soon; they needed to be prepared.
[[ for the space bestie! ]]
Boy, she certainly hoped so anyway! That last time had gotten dark.
But tonight, there was plenty of sangria to be had, the cats had been isolated in the bedroom with plenty of catnip and their fifty billion different toys that they usually just ignored for pieces of string and packaging tape unless it was decided that what this evening really needed was some cute cat snuggling, she'd set up a pretty relaxing multidimenional playlist that featured heavily on the snake jazz, the space jizz, and the lo-fi hip-hop beats to chill to, there was a small army of hopeful nail polish bottles stationed on her coffee table, and while she waited for Rey to swing by, she was in the kitchen, looming over the glowing screen of her phone in the attempts to mix up an experimental mud mask that she was hoping to convince Rey to at least try once they were a few glasses in.
Dry winter weather was coming for their skin soon; they needed to be prepared.
[[ for the space bestie! ]]

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Like new enough that there was a not-zero chance that she checked whether he was still up when she left here.
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And look at how much restraint Summer had shown in waiting to harass her about it, still!
"So," she then ventured, conspiratorial, as she tucked her other leg up and got comfortable and ready to get into it, "what was it, finally? That made it...click?"
And she was 99% sure this story was not going to involve any groundbreaking alternate reality blockbuster movie castings or secret toilet planets.
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Summer was really bad at follow-through on that kind of thing, though, Rey, so no need to worry too much there. She still owed Tisarwat and Lucille one to the moon.
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She'd seen them on TV, and now terrible Hallmark movies.
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She had to ask about that one. She didn't want to, maybe. But she had to.
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She winced a little.
"Awkwaaard."
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"I should probably avoid that sort of thing for the first date," she decided.
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And don't think she wasn't going to use this as an excuse to turn this around on Summer in a minute, but there was one question she had first.
"Can I ask what you see that made you think something was going on? Or should have been?"
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But what she came up with was a shrug and wry grin that knew very much that this wasn't a good answer at all.
"Like I said," she said, "one of those 'when you know, you just know' kind of things.
"Seriously, though," she added, a beat later, "I don't really know, if I'm honest, it was just...something kind of different when you talked about him. And, well, you denying it when I teased you. You ever hear the phrase 'the lady doth protest too much'?"
Also...projection and hope based on a whim, but that was generally Summer's approach to most things these days.
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She assumed him coming to check on her that time was a friend thing. It was only like the third time they'd talked or something.
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Not that she ever had any experience with that, really, but, you know. Theoretically.
Then her smile sharpened a little.
"That's a good friend to have," she added.
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"How are things going with you and Barry?"
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