Seahorse cabin, alcove A2, Wednesday night

[fates_jaye]

Jaye has been trying to ignore her phone. It keeps going to voicemail, and then ringing again an again. It's getting annoying, so by the eighth time, she finally picks up.



"What?" Jaye answers.

"I'VE LEFT YOU TEN MESSAGES," Sharon greets her. If that can be called a greeting.

"Oh. Must've had it on silent," she shrugs. Silent would have been a good idea. Damn hindsight.

"YOU'RE DATING A CHEERLEADER?"

She doesn't add that she's dating a genetically-engineered super soldier part-cat fugitive cheerleader. Too easy. "Made out with a girl on Monday, too."

"WHAT? JAYE!"

"The cheerleader's a guy and the girlkissy was just so I could see all my male cabinmates make out like woah," she explains.

"...EEEEEEEW! YOU PSYCHO."

"Yuh huh," says Jaye, and hangs up. Putting her phone on silent before Sharon can try calling again.



[If you're around and willing to brave a slow LJ, come on by.]

Comments

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea. Which is the disturbing part."

[fates_jaye]

"Maybe she just likes the designer."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean snorted. "Jaye, do I strike you as a designer wearing guy?"

[fates_jaye]

"You could have a... hidden side to you," she shrugs.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If I do, it's not in my pants!"

[fates_jaye]

"Yeah. Um. Dirty."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What?" Dean said blankly, then reviewed what he'd said and rolled his eyes. "Oh for... I'm not the one going around staring at other people's pants. If anyone's dirty, it's Buffy."

[fates_jaye]

"You're the one talking about things in and not in your pants," she points out helpfully.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I just said that there's nothing hidden in my pants. I know everything that's..." Dean sighed. "You're just going to say 'Dirty' at me again aren't you?"

[fates_jaye]

She just nods.

And because she has to, adds, "Dirty."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Whatever. I'd take more offense at that if I didn't know how dirty you could be."

[fates_jaye]

Eh. Evil.

"Oh, no, I think I can totally get worse," she smiles.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean held up a hand in the universal gesture for stop. "Save it for your boyfriend."

[fates_jaye]

"Not boyfriend, omg," she says quickly. "Date. He's my date."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"A date's what you go on with your boyfriend," Dean explained. "Hence..."

[fates_jaye]

"No, no, no," she flails. "You go on dates and then you get to the boyfriend. There is no boyfriend-having here. There is dating. Dat-ing."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Are you dating anyone else?" Dean asked bluntly.

[fates_jaye]

"...Not dating, no," she says, and that's the truth.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Is Alec?"

[fates_jaye]

"No idea. Never asked."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean rolled his eyes. "Let's just assume he's not. If neither of you are dating anyone but each other, you've gone on multiple dates, and you're having sex, he's your boyfriend."

[fates_jaye]

"Nuh uh!" she says. "I totally made out with someone else! That negates boyfriend! Ha ha!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Who?" Dean asked staring at her, then shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Does Alec know?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye internally flails, and says, "It was Rory, of course, he was there for that." La.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

It didn't take an expert to be able to tell that she wasn't telling the truth. "No, it's not," Dean stated.

[fates_jaye]

"Yuh huh!" she says. "And even if it wasn't, just dating with no statement ever that it was all exclusive? Means he's not a boyfriend, and ha."

She looks down at her phone, with the little light going off to say Hi, I'm going to be annoying at you. "Now if you excuse me, I have a call."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean knew when he was being rushed out of a place and gave in without a fight.

"Whatever," he said, turning to go. "Though I still think you should probably mention it to Alec."

[fates_jaye]

"I'll take it into consideration," she says.

She picks up the phone just long enough to hear Sharon say... something, then closes it again, ending the call.