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Hey, I take offense to that. I'm a Senator, that makes me my own brand of weird. Accept no substitutes.

[ He shakes his coffee at her slightly, in a toast, then takes another sip too. It isn't actually that bad. ]

What's so great about McDonalds anyway? It's just food.

Ooof, in Mystic Falls? Same thing. The Fells are a Founding Family.

[ she totally set down her coffee and did sarcastic jazz hands there, yup. the founders crap deserves it. ] As in, of the town. They're all rich and snooty and awful, and they cheat on you with skanks named Monica and break your heart, and then they come back to town and take advantage of your vulnerable newly child-having state and seduce you with cheese fries and being nice for a change and then they dump you again by email.

[ b e a t. ] That last part may have just been one Fell, and I might still be having a few issues with him.

[ longer pause. ] Actually, let's talk about your lacking in American cultural staples again.

Edited 2012-10-05 03:21 (UTC)

Wait, wait--

[ He raises his hands up, as though to deliberately quiet her. ]

Nobody with any cahonas dumps someone by email. You sure this was an actual guy, not a Sasquatch?

Oh, I'm sure. I only dated him... half my life and through way too many other girls in his hot tub.

[ coffee JUST FRANTIC COFFEE DRINKING god someone stop her. ]

Sorry, I have terminal overshare disease. The day I met Ric, I told him all about my high school humiliations.

Edited 2012-10-07 08:39 (UTC)

Ha. [ He shakes his head. ] Look, if telling everyone who'll listen about your conquests and your kids is oversharing, we're probably all doomed.

[ He reaches out to squeeze her arm with a smile. ]

Relax. You got nothing to hide from me.

[ her face twists a little at that, touched and pained at the same time and she looks down, taking another sip of a rapidly dwindling cup o' distraction. ]

Don't be so sure about that. I went through a crimped hair period in the 90's, it's a dark secret kind of thing.

[ He still smiles. ]

I once danced to a Madonna track with Al Gore. We all have things we're not proud of.

[ He reaches out and takes a cupcake from her tray, lifting it up in front of him as though studying it like a diamond in the light. ]

Now this is a rare sight around here. Real frosting. I gotta say I'm impressed.

I was too young to vote for him-- but I had a 'Bush cheated' sticker on my crappy little car.

[ but now her smile in return is a lot more genuine. ]

I am the cupcake woman, goo goo g'joob.

Trust me, as much as we loved the fact that we had a guy in the White House, even we couldn't help but laugh at him rather than with him now and again. Guy was an epic shoe dodger, though, you have to give him that.

[ He breaks off a little bit of frosting and tastes it. ]

Mm. Very nice.

You, side of the aisle enemy, are way too easy to fraternize with. [ not that jenna's not used to being the lone pinko commie in a room of good old boys; mystic falls is definitely not on the liberal side. ] But you're right, good reflexes on that guy.

[ she snags a cupcake of her own, with a little 'why not' shrug. ]

I missed little stuff like this.

You should see me on a bad day.

[ He winks, then starts peeling off the wrapper, leaning back in his seat as he does so. ]

I'm not sure what I'd say I missed most. Sushi, probably.

What, you mean that first talk was you in sweetheart mode?

[ but there's no snap to it. ]

Biscuits. Bisuits and honey and tacos, and oh god Phish food.

...and most of all, fresh peaches. It's weird, the longer I'm here the more I just want a stupid peach.

Fresh fruit. [ A shake of his head. ] You ever try out the gardens? Don't they grow anything like that down there? I don't know...space strawberries, or something?

[ she sighs, lifts one shoulder in an eloquent shrug. ] Oh, I do that too. It's not-- not the same, you know?

[ everything is just off in space; familiar enough to itch, different enough to annoy. ]

[ He just looks a little disappointed at that, sinking deeper into his chair. ]

It's too bad. It'd be easier to get on and just live if things were just a little closer to home here. I guess that's what the deal is with the lockers--trying to lull us into a false sense of security.

As mind games go, it's not a bad one.

[ she rolls her eyes, takes another sip. ] I never thought I'd be on this end of a real life psych experiment.

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