I'll be there for you... when you come back from the expedition

[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo, Jet, Spike S., Max, Julia, and Gwaine.
Where: Jo's house in the city.
What: Gwaine returns after the expedition. Julia is upset. Clearly.
When: ... when Gwaine returns.
Notes: Friends Loss Continues.

[Apparently, when you're raised in a military-like compound and not exposed to pop-culture while you grow up -- you miss out on a lot of

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So... we should go somewhere else.

[huntersdaughter]

[Well, this got personal fast. Everyone has something to do... in Jo's room. Obviously. Not that this is how it went last time, but you know... it doesn't really matter. Everyone knows that everyone is in the house this time.]

Did anyone bring the alcohol with?

:3

[black_dog_bite]

[Jet looked down at his beer, then back up at Spike again. Oops! It never occurred to him to get more than one. In stead of dwelling, he decides to answer Spike's second question.]

I don't think so.
But I bet Julia'd win.

[whatialways_do]

[and Max's face is falling a bit because ... she's listening to the fight, not listening to what Jet and Spike are saying]

But ... he's her lobster!

[black_dog_bite]

Lobster?

[Jet looks almost lost in a mixture of thought and confusion. All the possibilities for the meaning of that...]

[huntersdaughter]

[Yeah... Jo doesn't get it either.]

Since when are they crustaceans?

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike gives Max a look, but ignoring that, she obviously has better ears than the rest of them.]

What'd they say?

[whatialways_do]

[Max will get back to the lobster thing later]

They're going to take a break.

[black_dog_bite]

A break.
Breaks are tricky.

[huntersdaughter]

[Jo frowned.]

This isn't how this holiday was supposed to go.

[black_dog_bite]

Hopefully it won't be too bad.

[huntersdaughter]

I hope not. I mean, I want my bedroom back at some point.

[black_dog_bite]

[Jet quietly takes a seat on the foot of the bed and pops open his beer can.]

[whatialways_do]

As I was saying. They're still each other's lobsters. They'll figure it out eventually.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike gives up trying to listen in on them, or he doesn't want to hear it anymore (too depressing), and takes a seat on the floor near the door.

Now he wants lobster.]

You really don't have any food in here?

[huntersdaughter]

[She shoots Jet a look.] Be careful with that.

And no, I don't keep food in my bedroom. I have dogs. I can't just leave food in every room.

[gottaknockhard]

[Way to make this even more depressing.]

Maybe they'll realize we're in here eventually and slip something under the door.