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[whatdiesinside]

Idle hands are the devil's tools; Snafu can feel them itching against the rough catch and drag of new denim on his thighs, trying to scratch it smooth and scratch that--that itch they always have. He's not going to be much use to the devil today, not enough room to pace off the excess energy in the frame of the door. Just the rec room to one side

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[first_pink_lady]

So she wasn't that much of a goddamn bad seed, not really, but she did find the magnetic mistletoe pretty fucking hilarious. Especially when angry-looking fellas got their panties in a twist over it.

She stuck a hand on her hip and couldn't help the smirk as she gave him a look up and down. "Got a spare for a lady?" She asked, nodding to his cigarette.

[whatdiesinside]

Snafu gives her the once-over right back, shifting and slouching in the space he's allowed to move. "Got no proof you are one," he drawls, smiling nice and slow at her.

If she gets too close she's as stuck as he is, which could work out for him, but he still considers it when he pulls another cigarette from his coat. "I got one for whoever can get me out of here," he concedes, letting her make up her own damn mind about it.

[first_pink_lady]

It had always been nice to have a shiny pink jacket as proof, if nothing else. There was probably something of that irony shit in the title too.

She smiled a little bit wider, titling a bit to show herself off to the best advantage - if he was looking, he might as well get an eyefull. "Shoot, honey, it's far easier to proove I ain't one than I am. Guess you'll just have to take my word for it."

Her eyes flicked to the cigarette and back up to his face, and she snickered. "That's how it is, huh? You always gotta barter your way into some back seat bingo?"

[whatdiesinside]

Snafu's smile doesn't go wider, just sharper, something less than a smile as his amusement goes dark and ugly. "It's a lot worse than that," he promises her, and that's sure to earn him some fucking help, but who's he to lie to the girl?

Who's he to do anything? Dropping the expression, his eyes slide away from her face, back to something sullen. "You can have one anyway," he says, tossing it to her so she won't get too close. Yeah, it's a lot worse than some fucking barter, but not for people like her.

[first_pink_lady]

Now what the fuck did that mean. She cocked her head, appraising, catching the cig and tucking it between her lips as she reached for the lighter in her clutch. "You tryin' to scare me off?" She asked after her first long drag and exhale. "Or you just holdin' out for someone special?" She said the last few words just a little mockingly.

[whatdiesinside]

"Never really have to try," he says, smile small and eyes hooded like some kind of private joke. Something inside him feels like it's stretching, some tired thing he's prodding at, trying to wake up from a long sleep: give her something, be charming, like he knows how to be sometimes. Like he knew. Just to save her some more fucking aggravation or maybe just save his own skin. "Way I see it, you're special just for still being here," for not taking the cigarette and running out to light it.

[first_pink_lady]

"Ain't you just Prince Charming." She said with wry amusement. She didn't really mind; the T-Birds were endlessly trying to be as cool and aloof as this guy managed so effortlessly. Maybe he was that mean and surly - but so was Leo, and she'd gone with him anyway, pock-marks and all. This fella was far better looking. "So, you want outta that claptrap?"

[whatdiesinside]

"Honestly," he says, not slumping against the doorway so much as continuing to slouch in a new direction, one he can toss the last of his cigarette without hitting the lady: "I'd rather this place'd turned me into a goddamn toad."

[first_pink_lady]

So it stung, maybe, that he'd rather stay trapped than have a fucking peck from her, and there might've been a split second where it showed, but then she was back to taking another drag on her cigarette, tough girl mask back in place. "A gal loves some warts and webbed feet." She rolled her eyes, mocking, because a jaunt into melodrama was just irritating.