Intermediate Library Science

[theworst]

[So Jeff and Britta are in a library, in a study room, with books spread across the table. It's oddly nostalgic, except there are five other people missing. Britta's face is scrunched up as she reads over one trying to find something in there to quiz Jeff about to help him in his studying]

How many laws do you really need to know to be a lawyer? Can't you just sing Witchy Woman and win the jury over or whatever it is that you do?

[they seriously need Annie, because this thing called studying is hard]

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[bedheaded]

[Jeff drops the pile of books off in a corner.] Oh, monsters, your mom is home.

[theworst]

[And Britta makes a beeline for her cats. The tentacled one doesn't seem to mind Jeff, but the non-mutant one doesn't seem to like him at all as she hisses in Jeff's direction as Britta picks her up to cuddle her before taking her to give her medicine]

[baby voice] You're not a monster. No you're not, oh no you're not.

[and Britta medicates and cuddles her cats for a few minutes before getting back up to go back out for foodstuff]

[bedheaded]

[He grabs his jacket and throws it on.] Tentacles, keep an eye on the new one for me. I don't trust it.

[He throws an arm around Britta's shoulder.] So what were you thinking? I was thinking chicken salad. There might be insanity in the water, but at least it isn't mercury.

[theworst]

She's not 'it.' Maybe if you stopped calling her 'it' she might warm up to you.

[rolling her eyes, but there is some small comfort in that arm there, even if she won't admit it] Yeah, sure, if I want to be a party to the cruel slaughter of poor innocent animals.

[bedheaded]

So you can have a salad salad. Will that be enough?

[theworst]

Yeah, sure, whatever. I don't care, as long as we don't go to some douchey billiards club or something else lame.

[bedheaded]

Nah, I need to work out if their pool rules are different before I do any hustling. Is it just me, or are there more Japanese restaurants than you'd expect?

[theworst]

You're hustling now? That sounds totally above board. [she looks around] No, it's not just you. I thought the same thing, but apparently they have this huge fixation on Japanese things. That and there's a pretty large Japanese population in this city.

[bedheaded]

At least that answers the question of whether or not I can get sushi in this town. But I'm really craving a Lebanese chicken salad. No British pubs, they remind me too much of Duncan.

[theworst]

Lebanese might be harder to come by, but not impossible. I say we just wander around until we stumble across something that sounds good.

[bedheaded]

I love it when we can agree.

[theworst]

Is that what we're doing? In that case, I'd have to agree to loving it, too. After all, it's not every day that you manage to somehow be reasonable and right.

[bedheaded]

I'd be flattered if this wasn't coming from the woman who protests model UN meetings.

[theworst]

The model UN is a symbolic entity representing, endorsing, and supporting the very real United Nations which is a bogus organization comprised of member nations that are stifling the voices of their people in an effort to build shallow alliances that are superficial at best and completely fraudulent 99% of the time. Besides being a farce, it's a slap in the face to actual legitimate causes and organizations. Do you have any idea what could be done with the resources wasted on that sham of an organization?

[bedheaded]

No, but I don't want to and don't care. [He'd provoke her with a 'and I'm sure you'd tell me if you knew' but provoking her pride is playing with fire. The fire in this case being monologues.]

[theworst]

Typical Winger. Are you scared that if you worry too much over the terrible conditions that exist worldwide you might prematurely wrinkle?

[bedheaded]

I will be if my model is you.

[YEAH HE JUST SAID YOU HAVE WRINKLES CAN YOU HANDLE IT?]

[theworst]

[she looks shocked and appalled and she steers them towards a window right away. She stares at her reflection in the window, scrutinizing her face, her expression horrified, until she finally pulls back, laughing uneasily]

Like I care about superficial things like wrinkles. Even if I were to have a wrinkle or two, it's just nature taking it's course.

[even as she tries to smile and laugh, she looks like she's about ready to cry]

[bedheaded]

[It takes more than Britta looking like she's going to cry to tug Jeff's very few guilt strings.] That's right. And you could always get a good facial cream--oh wait. Didn't you say there is no Sephora here? What a shame.

[theworst]

I don't need a good facial cream, there are enough things that can be found in nature to...

[but she can't bring herself to finish. She tries to look as stoic and uncaring as possible]

It doesn't matter either way, because I don't care at all.

[her body language is a little more closed off though, and she keeps her head down, pushing some of her hair in her face to cover up whatever wrinkles there might be]

[bedheaded]

[Think about that next time you want to make a jab at his facial creams!] Of course you don't. Caring is too mainstream. Ooh! That place looks Lebanese! [And now he is steering Britta into restaurant because MOST IMPORTANT THING]

[theworst]

[she lets herself be steered and slumps down in her seat, hiding behind her menu]

Caring about superficial things like appearances is lame, yeah.

[her tone is dejected and quiet as she sinks lower in her seat, avoiding the urge to pick up a spoon to check her reflection again]

[bedheaded]

[He takes something from his pocket and holds it out to her.] Pocket mirror? Or should I ask the server to turn down the lights?

[theworst]

[her eyes glare from behind the menu] No! [and then she sinks down again as the waiter approaches, pushing some more hair in front of her face]

[bedheaded]

[Jeff just smiles at the waiter.] I'll have the Fattoush salad with grilled chicken, and my friend here will have a cucumber with laban salad.

[And he flashes that smile back at Britta when the waiter is gone and it's too late for Britta to change the order.] Is that okay, Britta? Yoghurt's good for your skin.