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[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[the sound of Billy's front door closing, and a short sigh]

...Well.
I guess it lasted longer than I thought it would, at least.

[fridge door sound, hiss and pop of a can opening]

--Speaking of things that last longer than I thought it would...are we ever going back to the Castle?
Not that I'm eager to or anything, of course.

It's just that... well.

[staring forlornly at where a certain mad-scientist laboratory should be]

...Anyone else end up somewhere that is juuuust different enough from home to be really unsettling?

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[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

In an apartment. Why?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

In an apartment where? [ignoring that question]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Uhh...[says somewhere that makes sense lol]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, great! [that wasn't very far from her at all.]

Alright then. I'll talk to you later, Billy. [have some very abrupt and ominous silence as she shuts the journal. Someone is plotting something]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[.....groan.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't have a car and, after buying half the menu to feed Lindsey two days ago, she doesn't have money for a cab either. So Billy will have about an hour to convince himself that he's safe while she catches a bus and walks the rest of the way.]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[by that point, he's lounging on his couch, boredly watching TV. Another Stark/Disney commercial. Wtf.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[...which is interrupted by a rather energetic knock at his door. Surprise, Billy! You have a visitor]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[grumble grumble, he goes to his door.]

Who is it?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Jilly! Can I come in?

[said way too cheerfully]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[god...the cheery. It was like...shining through the closed door. He takes a moment to sigh before cracking the door open]

...Yeah?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Have a smile that might be bordering on a smirk. She gives him a small wave as he cracks the door open]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[good move in not stating your intent, Jilly. He has to relent and open the door enough for her to come in. gdi.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she takes full advantage of that, slipping inside before he can change his mind]

Am I interrupting anything?

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Just watching TV, relaxing from work...

[...wallowing. You know. Important stuff]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Perfect... [before he has a chance to stop her, she links her arm in his and is dragging him out the door. For someone only 5 feet tall, she's got a pretty strong grip]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

H-Hey! Uh...wait!

[there's...very little he can do about this D:]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[bullied by a chipper girl who's half his size. He won't be able to complain about this to anyone. Ever.]

You need to get out of the house and I needed a friend to go to a gig with me. It's a win win situation.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[groans more.]

I don't need to get out of the house. I was fine in my house.

[gripe gripe gripe]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Well, I still needed the company and I was in the neighborhood. So... come on Billy, me lad. Don't worry so much.

[pulling him to the nearest bus stop]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Worried? Who said I was worried?

[obviously worried tone]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[just laughs]

[oh, perfect timing! She's flagging down the bus with her free hand as it rounds the corner]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[he's not like...pulling away. But, he's at least sort of leaning away]

...Where are we even going?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

There's an Irish Pub that's got pickup bands that perform on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We're going to go check one out.

[completely ignoring the leaning, and definitely not letting go of his arm until they are safely on the bus. She covered the fare for both of them, too... no need to give him the chance to say he has no money with him.]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[damn. There goes that excuse. Once he finds a seat, he slumps in it]

That sounds...quaint.