Time for some mouthwash

[lucetimods]

Who: You! Yes, you!
What: Well the event is over. So um. Yeah.
When: Today! The 19th! Whenever you wake up, so long as its after midnight.
Where: Well, just about anywhere, wouldn't ya say?
Summary: So like, there's these people. They think they're in love. But suddenly the experiment is over and they're all like, "WHOA! I can't believe I totally made out with you!" But the other one is like, "Oh my god, gross!" and the other goes, "Come on it was awesome!" But the second one is like, "You pervert, I'ma kill you with my space lasers!" And then shit blew up and it was awesome. The End.
Rating: Tame-ish? I mean, are you guys really gonna wanna smut in this log too? Seriously.


Okay it's after the event. Suddenly you realize you're not in love! Maybe the person you were with fell asleep next to you. Whaddya gonna do now? Awkward abounds! The village fractures! True Love loses yet again. So much for that being the strongest force of all, am I right?

Comments

[alloys]

[Thank god, he has enough people at his throat as it is. Unjustly, too. Tony glances between the Red Bulls and Remy, an arched eyebrow.]

Helps your mind race. Good for productivity. I want to get things done today. Also--cute name, but you better leave the nicknames to me.

[DISTRACTABILITY that's the way to go.]

[kineticcajun]

[Yeah, he uses that same tactic enough to see through it.]

Hate to break it to you, mon ami, but your nicknames could use some work too.

[Gambit slips his hands into his pockets, eyes once again dropping to the twin Red Bulls. Not that he really knows any better where Tony's concerned, but that seems like a hell of a lot of caffeine to kick the day off with.]

An' I didn't know bouncin' off walls counted as productive.

[alloys]

Eh, your mileage may vary.

[This is going somewhere he doesn't like. He can already tell. But he hasn't brought up her yet. So that's a plus. Let's not talk about her, shall we.]

Well, it's better than sitting around, doing nothing, wouldn't you say?

[kineticcajun]

[Nope, not bringing her up yet. And he might not bring her up at all. That dodging is hinting that the Malnosso influence may finally have broken, after all. And much as he doesn't care to let on that he is, Gambit's concerned about everyone who got wrapped up in it. As long as Tony doesn't start acting way out of the ordinary, his suspicions that there's any lasting damage will be soothed.

And so, still keeping up his usual calm and slightly mocking mask, he waves a hand dismissively.]

Oui, but jitterin' around like a kid wit' a sugar rush ain't too much better. At leas' if you got plans for the day.

[alloys]

You've clearly never seen me work. It's not exactly calm and collective.

[He could run ten miles after this. And then pass out and sleep--somewhere that is not his home. Not at home. He doesn't want to go back there at all.]

[kineticcajun]

That don't s'prise me too much.

[Honestly, it makes sense. Tony sitting still just. Doesn't seem like it would be a thing.]

Jus' try not to get too distracted by anythin' shiny, non?

[alloys]

[Nope, not especially. He's got to have his hands in several projects at once to really get things done.]

Sparky. I fly around in a red and gold suit of armor. I think that speaks for itself.

[kineticcajun]

Alright. Anythin' too shiny.

[Because you really have got him there. And... hold up...]

"Sparky" is way better than the las' one you came up wit'. ["Gamby" was not cool, bro.]

[alloys]

[He grins. This is easy. He likes easy right now.]

Glad you think so. Came up with it all on my own, too.

[kineticcajun]

Don't wear yourself out pattin' yourself on the back, homme.

[Yeah, he figures you'll be fine given a little time.]

[alloys]

[That's how he rolls. Especially after being in Luceti awhile and having time to get used to these sorts of things.]

Congratulate myself too much? No, I'd never do that.

[kineticcajun]

[Grin.] If you're gonna throw a party for yourself over it later, I t'ink I'll pass.

[alloys]

Will you? Think we could all use a drink or two after the last week. And not the caffeine-buzz kind.

[kineticcajun]

Ain't that the truth. [Whoops, that was a slip in the easygoing mask. You didn't see/hear that.] Alright. You got me. You know I can't turn down a chance at seein' half the town drunk.

[alloys]

[He saw/heard nothing. Just return that favor in the event that it happens.]

See you at Good Spirits, then? I'd say seven, but when I say seven I really mean nine-thirty.

[kineticcajun]

[Of course. So long as it's not really necessary that he call you out on it.]

Got some plans tonight, but I'll try an' make it out. I'd hate to miss anyone fallin' over.

[alloys]

[It's a deal.]

I'm sure it'll be a spectacular show. Hope to see you there, Sparky.

[kineticcajun]

[Accepting that Tony is most likely going to be just fine, Gambit gives a nod and a small wave before he starts back on his way.]

Later, Rusty.