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[rage_andlove]

Something isn't right. He realises that before he's even awake. He's been having fractured, strange dreams and he wakes up, pressing the curtain of hair back from his face. He frowns. He stretches. He suddenly

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[first_pink_lady]

When Rizzo stumbled into the kitchen for morning coffee, it had only taken a few moments, even before the caffiene kick, to realize that the island had put a fucking magical bee in everyone's bonnet. Again. Luckily, she still had her own feminine figure, thank Jesus, and it had been her second thought to go check, coffee in hand, that Paul was still, well, Pauly and not Polly.

If she also wants to see the soldier fella again, well, that was just convenient, and may or may not have a correllation to the slightly increased frequency of her visits to Paul at the clinic.

She ducks her head in, ready to move on to find Paul if the guy's still asleep, only to freeze and stare, agape, at the blonde in his place. She might've thought that he'd switched beds, if it weren't for the look on his - her - face. Her face splits into a grin, and she slid into the room. "Well, ain't you just a doll."

[rage_andlove]

He likes her. Despite himself, he does. He almost looks forward to her swinging by. But he'd rather see anyone but her this morning. Self-consciously, he crosses his arms across his chest.

"Don't fucking call me that."

[first_pink_lady]

"You prefer Sleepin' Beauty?" She smiled, teasing but there was something softer then usual in there somewhere. She'd been the victim of island magic before - and she knew how awful it was. Still, there were worse things than waking up with tits, Rizzo did it everyday and somehow she bravely managed.

[rage_andlove]

"You could just call me by my fucking name," he says, and he's pretty sure that he's pouting. He pushes long hair back from his face. "Only, Tunny sounds fuckin' weird. Joe, maybe? Joe's not so bad."

Girls get called Jo all the time.

[first_pink_lady]

"We usin' real names now?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she moves closer and perches on the end of his bed. "Better call me Betty, then."

She couldn't say why exactly she'd given him her real name - it wasn't so much a secret as a name she never went by, unless she was getting hot and heavy with a guy. Maybe it was because she knew how much she hated her own vulnerability, and took pity on his by revealing something of her own.

[rage_andlove]

"Maybe just as long as this lasts."

He glances across at her through a veil of fair hair and then hooks it back and pushes it behind his ear. A smile twitches the corner of his mouth. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

He rubs his fingers down a slender, heavily tattooed arm.

[first_pink_lady]

That seemed like a fair deal to her.

"Just lie around, if what you usually do is anythin' to go by," Rizzo's teasing tone was softened by her smile, and even as she said it she knew it wasn't quite fair. "But I suppose that you could go flaunt your new rack and see if you get any takers - you ever wondered what back seat bingo felt like for a lady?"

[rage_andlove]

"Back seat what?" he asks, looking faintly appalled, staring at her for a long moment. "If you're talkin' about what I think you're talkin' about then no. Jesus."

[first_pink_lady]

She rolled her eyes, giving a huff of a laugh. "Oh please - as if you weren't goin' to take your new equipment for a test drive the first chance you got anyway."

[rage_andlove]

"I can't believe you fucking said that!" he snaps, rolling his eyes, but there's a grin starting. "Aren't you from, like, the olden fuckin' days or something? I thought you didn't talk about that shit back then."

[first_pink_lady]

"The good girls didn't," she tossed back easily, the twist of the smirk on her lips giving a hint of something darker, but she continued before it could be too obvious. "And it's the truth, honey - time can't have done too much to a fella's determination to flog his log. Or," she gave him a devilishly gleeful smile, "the female version."

[rage_andlove]

"Oh, shit," says Tunny, green eyes widening slightly. "I get it. It's easier being a bad girl, right?" He shrugs. "I mean, I get it. I absolutely get it."

He tilts his head.

"No, I haven't. Why? You wanna help?"

[first_pink_lady]

Rizzo didn't know about easy - it had been anything but to be the head of the Pink Ladies most of the time at ol' Rydell, especially towards the end when the big word on campus was that she was a knocked up whore. "More fun, for sure." She responded breezily.

"That a bona fide invitation?" Rizzo asked, raising an eyebrow, giving as good as she got.

[rage_andlove]

For a moment, Tunny almost feels nervous, but then one eyebrow twitches. This being in another body shit, it's like being high - it makes him feel looser and lighter and alive.

"Bring it on."

[first_pink_lady]

She grinned, because that sounded like a challenge, and fuck it if she wasn't curious about this whole batting-for-the-other-team business. Christ, she'd barely heard of it at all back home, and here it seemed the flip of a coin whether you preferred toquito to taco.

She leaned in, heart beating quicker, because she'd been necking with boys since she'd hit puberty, but this was the closest she'd ever been to smacking one on a lady. Not to mention her, shit, infatuation with the guy the lady had been until quite very recently. She pressed a hand into the pillow by Tunny's head, eyes flicking between the guy's eyes and his lips. "I ain't the kinda girl to back out on a dare."

[rage_andlove]

"Me either," says Tunny, even though he can feel his pulse speeding and he might be horny as shit, but not everything's working the way it should and he isn't ready for a girl this close, but he wants her. Wants it. Wants to prove to himself that he can.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?"