I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel.
Feb. 17th, 2002 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evilbeejVesper hangs off of Jack. "I'm in LOVE! It's HORRIBLE! Make it go away!"
Jack shakes at Vesper. "Getheroffame!"
Jack says "Who're you in love with anyway, Vesper?"
Vesper says "You know. The one I've been poinging about all over. Military?"
Jack ahhs. "The RL one."
Vesper says "Yeah."
Vesper says "I'm a goner, Jack. I'm done for."
Jack sighs. "It'll pass, Ves, love. It always does." :/
Chordia chuckles at the both of them.
Vesper says "I like to say to the world, hey, I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel."
Vesper says "But then I fall to pieces."
Vesper says "A big pile of gooey rebel."
Chordia chuckles, holding her stomach. 'Stop. Please. You're hurting me."
Vesper says "And all over a kid who follows the straight and narrow, a kid with a uniform and a military haircut."
Jack hugs Chordia and checks her stitches. "Okay?"
Vesper says "What's WRONG with me!"
Vesper says "Is it the delectable body I see? Is it the eminent leanability? Is it the shy yet firm and open personality? Is it the way he goes from capable and popular to complete wonderful dork in my presence? Is it the fact that when he's around, I drop stuff? Is it the fact that he's impressed that I trust him? Is it the silly jokes, the excellent music, the familiar and beautifully obscure pop culture references?"
Chordia checks her stitches herself and noddles. "So far. Ow.."
Jack pampers.
Chordia awws and snugs.
Vesper says "Or is it the fact that when this kid drives me around, the car stalls a lot?"
Jack giggles.
Vesper says "It's entirely possible that it's all of these plus the fact that my situation resembles a formula 80s teen romance comedy, which are all somehow based on Beauty and the Beast."
Vesper says "Who else, that doesn't live in England and isn't already taken, can I sing along with Cole Porter and Billy Joel and the Squirrel Nut Zippers with? Or nitpick Star Trek? Or drool over pulp adventure stories? Or scream into the wind on the Staten Island Ferry? Or go from gin and tonics to espresso in the space of an hour? Or go dancing? Or trespass in abandoned mental hospitals at midnight?"
Vesper says "We're perfect for each other."
Vesper says "Yet I remain utterly confused. I *hate* mixed signals."
Jack shakes at Vesper. "Getheroffame!"
Jack says "Who're you in love with anyway, Vesper?"
Vesper says "You know. The one I've been poinging about all over. Military?"
Jack ahhs. "The RL one."
Vesper says "Yeah."
Vesper says "I'm a goner, Jack. I'm done for."
Jack sighs. "It'll pass, Ves, love. It always does." :/
Chordia chuckles at the both of them.
Vesper says "I like to say to the world, hey, I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel."
Vesper says "But then I fall to pieces."
Vesper says "A big pile of gooey rebel."
Chordia chuckles, holding her stomach. 'Stop. Please. You're hurting me."
Vesper says "And all over a kid who follows the straight and narrow, a kid with a uniform and a military haircut."
Jack hugs Chordia and checks her stitches. "Okay?"
Vesper says "What's WRONG with me!"
Vesper says "Is it the delectable body I see? Is it the eminent leanability? Is it the shy yet firm and open personality? Is it the way he goes from capable and popular to complete wonderful dork in my presence? Is it the fact that when he's around, I drop stuff? Is it the fact that he's impressed that I trust him? Is it the silly jokes, the excellent music, the familiar and beautifully obscure pop culture references?"
Chordia checks her stitches herself and noddles. "So far. Ow.."
Jack pampers.
Chordia awws and snugs.
Vesper says "Or is it the fact that when this kid drives me around, the car stalls a lot?"
Jack giggles.
Vesper says "It's entirely possible that it's all of these plus the fact that my situation resembles a formula 80s teen romance comedy, which are all somehow based on Beauty and the Beast."
Vesper says "Who else, that doesn't live in England and isn't already taken, can I sing along with Cole Porter and Billy Joel and the Squirrel Nut Zippers with? Or nitpick Star Trek? Or drool over pulp adventure stories? Or scream into the wind on the Staten Island Ferry? Or go from gin and tonics to espresso in the space of an hour? Or go dancing? Or trespass in abandoned mental hospitals at midnight?"
Vesper says "We're perfect for each other."
Vesper says "Yet I remain utterly confused. I *hate* mixed signals."
