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Jan 20, 2011 07:55

Phoebe is leaning against a wall, eating a hot dog, listening to her i-pod.

She's rocking out to Billie Jean, for your information.

One would think someone like her would be fond of Miley Cyrus and the like, but no. Phoebe can appreciate the classics.

And so, she is leaning against a wall, humming to herself.

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americafxyea January 20 2011, 16:53:26 UTC

John actually hadn't planned on relieving himself on this particular wall today. In fact, he managed to find an actual bathroom in time. Nevertheless, on his morning walk, he is passing by that very spot. That one chick's "wall" or whatever her name was. Did he end up getting that? Huh. He couldn't quite remember.

He glances over to the little nook, just out of habit and continues to stroll on--OH WAIT. He's back tracking a few steps, a big grin spreading across his face.

"Oh hey there! Long time no see. Don't tell me you've been waiting here all this time. I mean--I get that I'm a pretty awesome guy but that would put you at the top of my fanbase!" He gives her a wink. God what are you John.

thehighestwing January 20 2011, 17:06:34 UTC

Seriously, John. What is your life, even. Phoebe waits for no one, okay. Everyone waits for Phoebe instead. She is like a train that everyone wants to take a ride on, yeah.

... Wait.

Phoebe nearly drops the hot dog. Her surprised expression swiftly turns into a deeply offended scowl. "Uh, don't flatter yourself, k? Modesty's good for everyone once in a while. Also, not into blondes. I hang out here all the time."

"--and don't think about peeing anywhere near this wall."

americafxyea January 20 2011, 17:24:39 UTC

John scrunches his nose up and squints, as if actually considering this thing called modesty. Then, almost as quickly as he considers it, he tosses it over his shoulder. It's not that John has never in his life felt modesty, he just feels that he's entitled to some self-absorption. For the past uh... sixty-some years. But what can he say? He's the best!

"Kind of makes you a hypocrite, don't ya think, Blondie?" He beams brightly at her, before merrily making his way toward the familiar corner. "And thanks but I already spilled my bladder." He jams his thumb behind him. "Hit the toilet back there. And hey, I already marked the spot as mine! I mean, I totally don't mind you loitering in it. Just saying."

thehighestwing January 21 2011, 02:02:32 UTC

Phoebe wrinkles her nose at him in displeasure.

He has a point but she's not about to outwardly admit that. Phoebe is nowhere near sixty but she personally believes she's adorable as all fuck and that gives her the right to some self-absorption herself.

"I am not loitering in your spot!" she protests indignantly. "This was my spot before you tarnished it. And it was scrubbed well, thank ye very much. It has been cleansed of your... ugh. You know what? I don't want to talk about your bladder."

americafxyea January 22 2011, 01:33:49 UTC

"Tarnished," he snorted, giving the wall a ginger pat. "Yeah. Take one of those police black-lights to this and you're gonna see all kinds of stains. My urine isn't the half of it."

He pulls his hands away and sniffs it a little. "Yep!" He starts, as if he just confirmed his declaration. Which, he technically did, but he's not going to let that ball drop quiiiite yet. Definitely not on a first--er, no name basis.

"So I don't believe I actually got your name last time! Or maybe I did, in which case I completely apologize because I usually don't forget a pretty face!"

thehighestwing January 22 2011, 08:56:52 UTC

John, why did you have to go and pull a Kanye on Phoebe. Now she looks like a kicked puppy at the thought of all those stains she'd be able to see. "Ew. No, thanks. I'd like to--" Phoebe pushes herself off the wall. THANKS, JOHN.

She glares a little. The expression is totally lost in the blatant grossed out expression on her face.

"I'm not gonna give you a name! If you didn't remember it the first time you don't have any right to hear it. Now shoo."

Yes, she just shooed you. :x

americafxyea January 22 2011, 22:35:01 UTC

John blinks dumbly at her, actually looking a little surprised by her response. Not so much the shooing thing. He can ignore that. But the fact she won't give him her name. Aw, come on!

"Okay. Yeah. Not gonna work on me," he quickly replied, cramming his hands in his pockets and relaxing a little. It's him saying 'I plan on staying here for as long as I damn well please.'

"Hi! I'm John," he smiles and sticks out his hand. The one that wasn't just patting the wall. "See? It's not that hard." He flashes her a smile, albeit a little less smug and a tad more playful this time around.

thehighestwing January 24 2011, 04:35:48 UTC

"What's not gonna work on you? I'm not doing nothing. That face isn't gonna work on me."

Phoebe's eyes narrow as she judiciously studies that smile. As if by looking alone she'll be able to tell if it's genuine or not. She knows your type, John, she's surrounded herself with it for years! (This is Phoebe being dramatic.)

"Okay, okay. I'll bite. Hi, John, it's nice to meet you," Phoebe says, extending her own hand to shake his. He might find it's colder, and not just in a it's-chilly-kind-of-way.

Note, she has not given her name back.

americafxyea January 24 2011, 16:57:03 UTC

That first part actually makes him laugh a little. Okay. So she sees through his tactics. That earns her a point. She may have some kind of bug up her ass, but she's not a dunce.

John does give Phoebe the benefit of the doubt. One things he likes about girls, regardless of their intelligence level, is that they're unique. All of them. He may be a prick, but one of his more redeemable qualities is the fact that he can appreciate the quirks of every person he meets. Especially girls okay. Especially girls. What are you John.

"It's nice to meet you too!" He says, completely satisfied with that response and gives her hand a gentle shake before withdrawing. "OKAY. Sooo... step two. What's your name?" SMILE.

thehighestwing January 25 2011, 23:46:42 UTC

PHOEBE WOULD SAY SHE HAS NO SUCH THING. THERE IS NO BUG. SHE DOES NOT HAVE A BUG ANYWHERE NEAR HER BODY.

Anyway. Phoebe isn't the brightest bulb in the shed and she isn't going to be winning science awards any time soon, but she's people smart and street smart to boot. She knows a line when she hears one, and she doubts he'll be disappointed. Five minutes on his own and he'll find the next blonde thing. They're all like that.

"I already told you my name. It's not my fault you don't remember it. In fact, I should be insulted."

She actually kind of is. She's totally memorable!

americafxyea January 30 2011, 17:43:01 UTC

"Well you know," he says, tapping his chin thoughtfully, "There's always that chance you didn't actually give me your name." He smiles hopefully. "Which means it's definitely not my fault!"

Pause pause pause. Stare.

"And listen. If I did forget your name, I'm really sorry. I mean. You kind of caught me off guard at the time. I was taking a leak," he shrugs. IT'S TRUE OKAY.

There's another beat and he exhales shortly. He's at a draw here. So. "Hooow about, I trade you a coffee for your name?" Oh yes. He went there.

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