Weekend Plans
Who: Sin and Mere
Where: Sunnydale High School
When: Monday, during lunch
Mere was sitting outside in the grass, laying down and enjoying the sun. WIth the seeing of a guy who was allergic to the sun, she didn't get to see as much of it as she liked. Sure, it was January, but, even in Sunnydale, that didn't mean too much. It only meant that she was in jeans and a long sleeved shirt instead of her usual shorts and tank top combo. Life had been OK lately. Busy, but pretty damn good, if she said so herself. That, of course, made her kind of wonder when the next ball was going to drop. When did she become such a pessimist?
"You know... maybe I've lived in Sunnydale too long, but my first instinct is to check and make sure you're not lying there dead." The dry, sardonic voice came from Cynthia Stone, who stood above Meredith, arms crossed, wearing a snug red t-shirt with an Autobot symbol on it, and low-slung, baggy camo jeans.
Mere opened up one eye and looked up at Ms. Cynthia. "Alive and well," she said with a smile. "Just enjoying a little sun, even if it is in the winter time." She sat up off the ground. "Everyone gets like that in Sunnydale, though. Nothing too shocking."
"Sucks though, man. It's like Compton without the guns. Fuckin' vampires..." She grumbled, plopping down without so much as a 'can I join you?'.
"Some humans aren't that great, either," Mere said. "I dated a real asshole. Trust me, it doesn't take a pair of fangs to make a dick out of someone."
"True, but I ain't met a vamp yet that I haven't wanted to see in an ashtray." After a beat, she smirked. "Ok, I've only met a few, but you get the point."
"You'd be surprised who you'll meet in Sunnydale if you hang here long enough." Mere knew more than anyone. "So, what's been up in your life lately?"
"Mostly hanging with my fellow misfits, enjoying my status as the girl nobody messes with because she's too funny, but also nobody hangs with because I'm too weird. It's kinda cool." She chuckled and crossed her legs.
Mere relaxed back onto the grass a bit. "It's strange. I've seen far fewer jocks and the like picking on people this year. Almost makes me think that it's a spell or something going around."
"Either that or your fuckcrazy buddy Gwen is scaring them outta it." Sin cracked up there, her lips curling into an amused grin. "Seriously... Larry used to make Cassie Allen's life a hell, but since Gwen threatened to fuck him up, I haven't seen him go NEAR her."
"Also a possibility," Mere said with a grin. "Larry's very different this year. He hasn't made a grab for my ass yet, and that's very unlike him. I welcome the change, though."
"I was kinda mad when I saw all that crap written about you in the bathroom earlier in the year, I thought for SURE he did it." The orange-haired girl said with a shrug. "I mean granted, your ass has the rep for being more in the public domain than Night of The Living Dead, but still. That shit was WRONG."
Mere snorted. "Just a jealous bitch. No worries there." As for her own rep, she didn't really care. Never had, and never will. "At least my ass is more fun to watch over and over again than Night of the Living Dead, and I won't turn you into a zombie."
"Good... because seriously, I would make the dumbest looking zombie. Who the hell would I scare? Oh... 'scuse me." She hopped up quickly, looking to a clean-cut sophomore. "YO, DAVIS! WHERE'S MY FRIGGIN' CUPCAKE?!?" And a few seconds later, a Hostess cupcake (still in the wrapper, thankfully) came sailing at her, and she expertly snagged it, sitting back down. "I gave that kid my cupcake a few days ago, and while I may not be a nazi when it comes to getting money back? You don't mess with a girl's chocolate."
"I'll remember that," Mere said with a laugh. "I will never come between you and chocolate." It was like coming between Gwen and Skylar, except with more cavities, apparently.
"It's pretty cool that you girls are getting so much attention around town. It's a good shot of girl power to the school." Sin laughed and unwrapped the cupcake, biting into it. "The boys get to be the football players and the basketball players... but the GIRLS get to be the rock stars."
"Or cheerleaders. We can apparently be cheerleaders." While the uniform was hot, what usualy was in it was too vapid for words. "I'm loving the rock star stuff, though, although I'd like to be a rock start outside of Sunnydale one of these days."
"You gals are awesome... I'm sure it'll happen." Sin was a very strange girl as evidenced by her next words. "Then one day I'll be telling people I knew Meredith back when I thought she was a corpse on the schoolyard, but she was really napping."
"I fear something terrible turning up on one of those 'Before they were stars' TV shows, actually. I'm sure something exists out there." Although Mere was sure there was no porn of her out there. At least she could avoid that.
"As long as you're not too embarrassed by having a loose rep or an ex who's turned into the poster child for weird, I don't think ya got anything to worry about." Although Sin silently wondered is for a girl like Mere, a porn could be far away.
"All rock stars have loose reps. I just got an early head start," Mere said with a grin. "Can't let boys do what I know I can do better, anyway. I don't think that it's Ash's type of thing to do. He's more likely to suicide bomb than sell a story to the National Enquirer. Besides, he doesn't have much on me worth it to them."
"Dude, the Enquirer? I'd rather see you end up in the Weekly World News." Sin nodded intently. "It'd be much cooler to read about you having an alien love child with Elvis."
"That would be pretty sweet," Mere said. "Plus, the musical skills in that kid? That would be some awesome music that he or she would create." Not that Mere could ever see herself having a kid. She couldn't keep a plant alive.
"Of course, he'd be destined to die on the john, big-ass peanut butter sandwich in hand. Never a good way to go." She really did have some strange comment or answer to everything.
"Couldn't even have any dignity in the end." Mere would rather die with a needle in her arm than that, and she didn't even really do drugs. Tried it, didn't care for it, moved on. "Oh well, at least he didn't choke to death on a ham sandwich."
"Ouch... a Mama Cass jab. We really need some crappy musicians to die." A giggle escaped Sin's lips as she chatted. "Because I wouldn't feel HALF as guilty making jokes about like, Vanilla Ice or The Hanson Brothers croaking."
"Oh no, they will live forever to haunt you with their bad melodies and rap." Mere sighed. "Only the good die young, you know?" So, she either could look forward to an early death, or a life of mediocraty. Oh joy.
"Well then, at least I know I can look forward to hearing MMMBop singalongs when I'm in an old-folks home. Lucky me." She said dryly, suddenly quieting as though a thought hit her. "So... don't smack me for this, but I haven't seen you flirting with many boys lately... is the world coming to an end and nobody told me?"
Mere shook her head after laughing at the picture of Sin sitting in an old folks home, screaming at the orderlies to shut off the Hanson. "I'm sort of seeing someone right now. Not too serious, but sort of serious, you know?"
"Hey, awesome! Just don't go bogarting all the good men. Us nerdy spaz-cases need love too, you know." Sin said with a half-joking grin.
"Well, don't go choosing around the high school if you're looking for good men," Mere warned her. "All the good ones are taken and what's left is ether not interested in the female persuasion or not worth dealing with. I chose a college goer this time."
See, that's where you're lucky. You get to choose." Sin gave a snarky little grin and snorted. "Not being all hard-luck girl here, cos I know I'm not unattractive... but I basically get nerds, geeks, and the guys in the roleplaying club interested. Not exactly the cream of the crop, ya know?"
"Most of the guys in the roleplaying club aren't that bad." Technically, Mere had been with one of them. It was kind of fun, actually. Still, that was destructo phase. "Still, if they go all mouth-breather on you, run away, and fast."
"Still... you know you have NOT found a keeper when the most romantic thing a guy can say to you is 'hey baby... I have three Lords of The Pit in my Magic deck...', you know?" She grinned, blowing a pesky strand of orange hair from her eyes.
Mere cringed. "Definitely not the one," she observed. "I think that you would be better off trying to find a selection of males outside of Sunnydale." Espeically if all that she was finding were interested in Magic cards.
"Right. See, and the big problem there is transportation." She poked Mere playfully on the tip of the nose. "No car? Noooo leaving the Sunny D."
"I've got a motorcycle and a van. I can get you out of here for a weekend, and if that's all you're meeting, it sounds like you need a getaway."
"Hah! Girl, sounds like me and you are taking a weekend road trip, and SOON. Could be fun. Have bail money ready."
"Hey, I have the promise of getting bailed out of jail once, no questions from Jack. Haven't had to use it yet, so I've still got that one 'get out of jail free' card." Mere said with a laugh.
"Oh, my wonderful, wonderful friend. If you were a boy I would totally kiss you." She giggled, rocking backwards.
"You're almost making me sad that I'm a girl," Mere said playfully. "Still, we'll have a blast. We'll head out to LA and have a kick ass time."
"We can go to clubs, and I'll pretend I'm your supercool roadie or something. This is gonna rock socks, girl. Start checking that calendar now, cuz we are TOTALLY doing this." Sin said with a huge, mischevious grin.
Where: Sunnydale High School
When: Monday, during lunch
Mere was sitting outside in the grass, laying down and enjoying the sun. WIth the seeing of a guy who was allergic to the sun, she didn't get to see as much of it as she liked. Sure, it was January, but, even in Sunnydale, that didn't mean too much. It only meant that she was in jeans and a long sleeved shirt instead of her usual shorts and tank top combo. Life had been OK lately. Busy, but pretty damn good, if she said so herself. That, of course, made her kind of wonder when the next ball was going to drop. When did she become such a pessimist?
"You know... maybe I've lived in Sunnydale too long, but my first instinct is to check and make sure you're not lying there dead." The dry, sardonic voice came from Cynthia Stone, who stood above Meredith, arms crossed, wearing a snug red t-shirt with an Autobot symbol on it, and low-slung, baggy camo jeans.
Mere opened up one eye and looked up at Ms. Cynthia. "Alive and well," she said with a smile. "Just enjoying a little sun, even if it is in the winter time." She sat up off the ground. "Everyone gets like that in Sunnydale, though. Nothing too shocking."
"Sucks though, man. It's like Compton without the guns. Fuckin' vampires..." She grumbled, plopping down without so much as a 'can I join you?'.
"Some humans aren't that great, either," Mere said. "I dated a real asshole. Trust me, it doesn't take a pair of fangs to make a dick out of someone."
"True, but I ain't met a vamp yet that I haven't wanted to see in an ashtray." After a beat, she smirked. "Ok, I've only met a few, but you get the point."
"You'd be surprised who you'll meet in Sunnydale if you hang here long enough." Mere knew more than anyone. "So, what's been up in your life lately?"
"Mostly hanging with my fellow misfits, enjoying my status as the girl nobody messes with because she's too funny, but also nobody hangs with because I'm too weird. It's kinda cool." She chuckled and crossed her legs.
Mere relaxed back onto the grass a bit. "It's strange. I've seen far fewer jocks and the like picking on people this year. Almost makes me think that it's a spell or something going around."
"Either that or your fuckcrazy buddy Gwen is scaring them outta it." Sin cracked up there, her lips curling into an amused grin. "Seriously... Larry used to make Cassie Allen's life a hell, but since Gwen threatened to fuck him up, I haven't seen him go NEAR her."
"Also a possibility," Mere said with a grin. "Larry's very different this year. He hasn't made a grab for my ass yet, and that's very unlike him. I welcome the change, though."
"I was kinda mad when I saw all that crap written about you in the bathroom earlier in the year, I thought for SURE he did it." The orange-haired girl said with a shrug. "I mean granted, your ass has the rep for being more in the public domain than Night of The Living Dead, but still. That shit was WRONG."
Mere snorted. "Just a jealous bitch. No worries there." As for her own rep, she didn't really care. Never had, and never will. "At least my ass is more fun to watch over and over again than Night of the Living Dead, and I won't turn you into a zombie."
"Good... because seriously, I would make the dumbest looking zombie. Who the hell would I scare? Oh... 'scuse me." She hopped up quickly, looking to a clean-cut sophomore. "YO, DAVIS! WHERE'S MY FRIGGIN' CUPCAKE?!?" And a few seconds later, a Hostess cupcake (still in the wrapper, thankfully) came sailing at her, and she expertly snagged it, sitting back down. "I gave that kid my cupcake a few days ago, and while I may not be a nazi when it comes to getting money back? You don't mess with a girl's chocolate."
"I'll remember that," Mere said with a laugh. "I will never come between you and chocolate." It was like coming between Gwen and Skylar, except with more cavities, apparently.
"It's pretty cool that you girls are getting so much attention around town. It's a good shot of girl power to the school." Sin laughed and unwrapped the cupcake, biting into it. "The boys get to be the football players and the basketball players... but the GIRLS get to be the rock stars."
"Or cheerleaders. We can apparently be cheerleaders." While the uniform was hot, what usualy was in it was too vapid for words. "I'm loving the rock star stuff, though, although I'd like to be a rock start outside of Sunnydale one of these days."
"You gals are awesome... I'm sure it'll happen." Sin was a very strange girl as evidenced by her next words. "Then one day I'll be telling people I knew Meredith back when I thought she was a corpse on the schoolyard, but she was really napping."
"I fear something terrible turning up on one of those 'Before they were stars' TV shows, actually. I'm sure something exists out there." Although Mere was sure there was no porn of her out there. At least she could avoid that.
"As long as you're not too embarrassed by having a loose rep or an ex who's turned into the poster child for weird, I don't think ya got anything to worry about." Although Sin silently wondered is for a girl like Mere, a porn could be far away.
"All rock stars have loose reps. I just got an early head start," Mere said with a grin. "Can't let boys do what I know I can do better, anyway. I don't think that it's Ash's type of thing to do. He's more likely to suicide bomb than sell a story to the National Enquirer. Besides, he doesn't have much on me worth it to them."
"Dude, the Enquirer? I'd rather see you end up in the Weekly World News." Sin nodded intently. "It'd be much cooler to read about you having an alien love child with Elvis."
"That would be pretty sweet," Mere said. "Plus, the musical skills in that kid? That would be some awesome music that he or she would create." Not that Mere could ever see herself having a kid. She couldn't keep a plant alive.
"Of course, he'd be destined to die on the john, big-ass peanut butter sandwich in hand. Never a good way to go." She really did have some strange comment or answer to everything.
"Couldn't even have any dignity in the end." Mere would rather die with a needle in her arm than that, and she didn't even really do drugs. Tried it, didn't care for it, moved on. "Oh well, at least he didn't choke to death on a ham sandwich."
"Ouch... a Mama Cass jab. We really need some crappy musicians to die." A giggle escaped Sin's lips as she chatted. "Because I wouldn't feel HALF as guilty making jokes about like, Vanilla Ice or The Hanson Brothers croaking."
"Oh no, they will live forever to haunt you with their bad melodies and rap." Mere sighed. "Only the good die young, you know?" So, she either could look forward to an early death, or a life of mediocraty. Oh joy.
"Well then, at least I know I can look forward to hearing MMMBop singalongs when I'm in an old-folks home. Lucky me." She said dryly, suddenly quieting as though a thought hit her. "So... don't smack me for this, but I haven't seen you flirting with many boys lately... is the world coming to an end and nobody told me?"
Mere shook her head after laughing at the picture of Sin sitting in an old folks home, screaming at the orderlies to shut off the Hanson. "I'm sort of seeing someone right now. Not too serious, but sort of serious, you know?"
"Hey, awesome! Just don't go bogarting all the good men. Us nerdy spaz-cases need love too, you know." Sin said with a half-joking grin.
"Well, don't go choosing around the high school if you're looking for good men," Mere warned her. "All the good ones are taken and what's left is ether not interested in the female persuasion or not worth dealing with. I chose a college goer this time."
See, that's where you're lucky. You get to choose." Sin gave a snarky little grin and snorted. "Not being all hard-luck girl here, cos I know I'm not unattractive... but I basically get nerds, geeks, and the guys in the roleplaying club interested. Not exactly the cream of the crop, ya know?"
"Most of the guys in the roleplaying club aren't that bad." Technically, Mere had been with one of them. It was kind of fun, actually. Still, that was destructo phase. "Still, if they go all mouth-breather on you, run away, and fast."
"Still... you know you have NOT found a keeper when the most romantic thing a guy can say to you is 'hey baby... I have three Lords of The Pit in my Magic deck...', you know?" She grinned, blowing a pesky strand of orange hair from her eyes.
Mere cringed. "Definitely not the one," she observed. "I think that you would be better off trying to find a selection of males outside of Sunnydale." Espeically if all that she was finding were interested in Magic cards.
"Right. See, and the big problem there is transportation." She poked Mere playfully on the tip of the nose. "No car? Noooo leaving the Sunny D."
"I've got a motorcycle and a van. I can get you out of here for a weekend, and if that's all you're meeting, it sounds like you need a getaway."
"Hah! Girl, sounds like me and you are taking a weekend road trip, and SOON. Could be fun. Have bail money ready."
"Hey, I have the promise of getting bailed out of jail once, no questions from Jack. Haven't had to use it yet, so I've still got that one 'get out of jail free' card." Mere said with a laugh.
"Oh, my wonderful, wonderful friend. If you were a boy I would totally kiss you." She giggled, rocking backwards.
"You're almost making me sad that I'm a girl," Mere said playfully. "Still, we'll have a blast. We'll head out to LA and have a kick ass time."
"We can go to clubs, and I'll pretend I'm your supercool roadie or something. This is gonna rock socks, girl. Start checking that calendar now, cuz we are TOTALLY doing this." Sin said with a huge, mischevious grin.