specifythepoint | (no subject)

ok. how much time would you like?

now wouldn't bother me.

you remember that means NOW now with me right

i'm not in my underwear

what makes you think I'd care?

i'd care you already think i'm skinny

I had no idea you cared so much about what I think about your physical appearance.

surprise.

I think you're cute.

thank you.

and for the record, I'd sleep with you.

i'd sleep with you too.

that's sweet. in a weird sort of way. :)

you're welcome

I will be over in a minute! you can be in your underwear if you want.

[He's not. He's in trousers and a button-up, but he's got the sleeves rolled up]

[This is as close to casual as he's going to get, so she can appreciate it. Zee pops into the kitchen, dressed like a normal human being in a nice blouse but she still is opting for jeans. She looks a little frazzled.] Hey?

[He blinks and looks at her for a long minute, then shakes his head to clear it. He still can't get used to the teleportation thing.]

Hi. Want something to drink?

[She's considerate about it, at least. She could pop in on him in the bathroom or without telling him, like she does with Mitch.

Zee kind of saunters toward him, pressing a hand to her neck as she shrugs.] Got anything really strong?

[Why, yes. Arthur opens his liquor cabinet and pulls out all the necessary equipment for a Manhattan, which he makes her with amazing...dare we say professional efficacy.]

[Oh, Arthur, bartender of her dreams...] I should apologize for anything I might say or do now and get that out of the way. The past week's been a mess and it only seems to get worse and worse.

[And drinking solves all problems?]

[He makes one for himself, too]

What happened?

About a month ago, I slept with Stephen. [She's already sipping that drink, which is better than hammering it down. Maybe.] Doctor Strange. I've been attracted to him since his arrival, but I was involved with Carlton at the time.

I started seeing someone over the past few weeks and Stephen confessed to having feelings for me. I... was going to break it off with him over dinner. James was listening in on my conversations and took it the wrong way. [She hadn't meant to tell him it was James, but there's really no reason not to.] He accused me of intending to... have sex with him and then went on a tirade that led to me punching him and getting kicked out of a fundraiser.

[She actually appears a touch embarrassed about this, sulking in the middle of her explanation.]

[He is listening, and he's processing this, too]

Are you involved with him? With James?

I don't think we are anymore.

He wants me to take part of the blame for the argument, but he started the conversation off by accusing me, then by telling me how I'm exactly like every other woman. [THERE GOES THE REST OF THAT DRINK.] I've dated some real jerks, some real assholes, but none of them have ever treated me like that.

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