[ California. She hasn't thought about a sunrise in that state (in Los Angeles) in a long time. She sees Billy and thinks about how she hated the beach. Maybe she'd like it now, with the time away, with her medication. Maybe if he was there she could like it, learn to tolerate it even.
But that thought is tucked away, because he's moving too fast and her brows raise. Body jewelry? Where?? Her face says. ]
Uh, no. I've only ever got my ears pierced! [ She says, despite only one being on her body. ] I don't even know what I'd do, like.. A belly piercing is cute? So 2000s.
[ He'd kill for a beach day, laying flat on a towel, hot sun baking pale skin into a toasty golden brown. He's been here too long, and soon he'll lose some of that hue from July 1985, where he'd spent most of his days flirting as a minimum wage life guard. ]
Hot. [ It is hot. Belly button piercings are hot, and he has a little whiplash knowing they'll become more ubiquitous in 15 years, not saved for edgy or hippie girls in far off places. But before he tells her his wants, he smiles. There's the briefest pause, he's still getting used to wanting shit like this and not just being perceived as... a queer. ]
Nipples. I'm talking to Munson about it. [ He grins slyly, but his eyes flick to her ears. ]
You want some? [ His thoughts stray to her and body piercings, and it's a fight to stay... respectful. ] You've only got the one ear pierced.
[ Nipples? She can't remotely control the way her eyes bounce down to his, as if she's imaging what the hell that must look like. What it would look like specifically on him. Lottie never really understood the allure of it (too worried about infections, too worried about hiding it, too shy and weird about her own body to consider it) but she kind of gets it at the thought of Billy with them.
She doesn't say it, though. Just presses her lips thin and tries hard not to seem distracted (she's been quiet for some time now) (she has failed). ]
Ohβ um.. [ Munson? Eddie? Eddie does nipple piercings?? Eddie piercing Billy's nipples?? Her hand moves up to wipe at her nose for no particular reason, other than she wants to duck her warm face somewhere out of sight. ] I mean.. Yeah, I do have the one but like I don't know if it'd even look good on me like itwouldonyou?
Yeah, that Munson. He's gonna do it for me. [ He's smiling at her even though he and Eddie Munson are complicated. They're complicated because Billy was drugged as fuck when they first met here. It's because he knows Eddie, knows they come from the same place, were taught the same shit. It's not like Jem, who thinks the queer shit is hot. Or Murphy, who looks baffled at the thought it's not accepted.
But he's not thinking about Eddie. He's thinking about the way her eyes dip down to her chest, the way her words run together a little bit. He leans closer, ducks his head toward her: ]
You think it'll look good on me? [ Unabashed cockiness. His eyes flick down her body in return. ] I think you could rock it; pretty sure you could rock anything.
[ It's unclear if he's suggesting she pierce her belly button... or her nipples. ]
[ Jesus. This guy is trouble. She almost wants him to go back to sexily building her shelf so she can have some breathing (thinking) room. The fact she really doesn't know which he's suggesting makes her forehead feel sweaty beneath her bangs. She's going to die. She really is. Because of course she thinks it'll look good on himβ just about everything looks good right now on him.
God. Why are his eyes so pretty!! Why do his arms look kinda beefy!! Why is he so good at talking!! Aaaaa!! ]
Haha, you think so..
[ That was meant to be a question, but she's not sure if she can really handle the answer right now. Is this flirting? Is he flirting? She's not backing away from him, stupidly standing her ground even with Billy leaning in to her space, smelling like hints of her hair solution and him. Lottie is oddly quiet for some time, eyes darting to the side and daring to meet his own gaze. His lips. His hair.
She remembers abruptly: fuck. She has to say something. A word! Anything!! She can't just keep (sensually? Awkwardly?) staring at this hot dude!!! And then she blurts out: ]
[ The thing is, you can sensually stare at a guy for a indeterminant amount of time, especially if he doesn't realize it's bordering on awkward. Why would it be? She's the sort of hot guys only dream of, she's the kind of hot people move to LA for, she's the kind of hot that makes you wonder if god does get involved every now and then just to make the perfect specimen.
Why wouldn't she be drowning in experience?
And you can sensually stare because that's part of the game. Billy's pretty sure there's some math to it. Add two people, up their hotness levels, calculate for the time of night, for the season, and you'll end up with the proper amount of time to wait before sensual stare turns to chaste kiss turns to filth.
And he leans forward... three... two... just about thereβ ]
What? [ His head tilts. She was not leaning in to break the fucking tension. He squints at her. ] If they got infected? [ He shrugs. ] We got a doctor for that, not that I want to hear whatever he's gonna say about my wildlife tags or whatever. [ Or whatever House would have to say about his nipples. He shrugs, still whiplashed from the mood shift. ] Or I don't know. Or Munson says one of those magic fuckers could probably fix it. [ One in particular, actually. ]
She spectacularly fucked that up! She could've been kissing Hottie McHoterson and instead here he is, looking at her like she just ruined the mood and is unknowingly bringing up her ex (complicatedβ her and House aren't technically together like they used to be when they were with John, but it's not like she's his girlfriend anymore, it's not like he really talks to her outside of wanting sex). Suddenly: she is as dry as the Sahara Desert.
..Not that she was particularly wet, or jonesing for Billy's touch, before, but she was into it! The idea, the thought. Definitely panicking over it. Now she just feels like she's messed up. Feels weirdly ashamed. Lottie wants to apologize because even Billy looks disappointed.
She picks at a ring, the thin one at her pointer finger, cheeks flaring hot because they're still close despite the fumble, and she doesn't want to draw away quite yet. ]
[ He's leaned back at least, able to pick up on the vibe, but he's not deft enough to catch what it is. He's in the dark when it comes to Lottie and her paramours, doesn't know about the exes, the shit with Felipe.
His eyes light up a little though. ] Oh yeah, I bet she could do it. But no, Munson was talking about that guy John. Jem too.
[ Who would have guessedβhe's bringing up two of her exes, of varying complication levels! But Billy? Hasn't met John in person. He's a wizard, but not like the actual wizard. ]
[ Oh, god. Now her mood is completely ruined! He brought up both of her exes?! Lottie can't filter out her reaction to his name in time for it to not be obvious, too preoccupied to even think about a proper reaction to Jem's name being paired with his. Does everyone know magic here?? ]
Oh, yeah, he's like.. So good at that stuff!
[ She wishes he just agreed it was Wanda!! She inhales, shimmies her way off the bed to stretch her tired legs. ]
He'd love to help out, I'm sure.
[ (New intrusive thought: her ex repairing infected nipple piercings for town clout. She just might die.) ]
[ He notes the look, but doesn't note the added confusion. Jem, like Eddie, recommended John Gaius's magic touch for curing physical ailments. As far as he knows, she doesn't have a magic bone in her body.
But, though he notes the look, he doesn't really get it. This would be easier if he and Lottie had just... made out for an hour. Maybe went beyond heavy petting, or maybe left it to swapping spit. It is a small town, so he can be a gentleman. Sometimes. ]
Would he? Don't know him. He do something for you? I hear he can like... [ Do magic...? Billy's fingers rise and wiggle. His approximation of 'magic.' ] Regrow bones or whatever. Get rid of scars.
[ She says, fully knowing he can.. Or at least, could do things like thatβ Lottie knows he has impeccable control over the human body and, of course, his necromancy bits. And since it's not exactly a secret anymore (she remembers when he told her to keep it a secret, lest people would come bother him for more miraclesβ she laughs), she admits: ]
He made my hair green so the brown doesn't show up anymore.
I did. Before I got here. But John made it green for me.
[ So yes, it does grow green. The closer he looks the easier it'll be for him to see all the different variants of green melded together (sprouting, yes, from her head!!) to make the lime unit cohesive. ]
[ He's taking a closer look at the pretty strands that grow au naturel. Or with a little help from a guy with insane powers. Pretty shades of green, some darker, some lighter. Yeah, no dye job would look like that. Or it would cost you.
He looks thoughtful. Then his eyes flick down. ] Do the...
[ He laughs abruptly, loudly, boyishly. Should've guessed that wasn't going to be his most charming go at flirting, but, he's not put out. He's having fun. ]
Really keeping me in suspense here, sweetheart.
[ But he slides off the bed, stretches, looks at her newly built shelf and her beauty products, at her sitting on her bed, looking pretty. There's a vibe, but, it's not that vibe.
He leans toward where she sits and extends his hand. If she lets him capture hers, he'll hold it up, brush his mouth over her knuckles. ]
Have a nice night, Lottie. Lemme know when you need another shelf built. Or, you know. A hand with anything.
[ It's without thought that she lets him take her hand, watches him give a chaste kiss to her knuckles. An action completely, tonally, opposite to the guy who asked if her pubes matches the hair on her head. She blushes all the same (especially at the sweetheart, always at the sweetheart). ]
..I'll keep that in mind.
[ This is Lottie speak for: she will text you when she needs it. Specifically the second part. ]
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But that thought is tucked away, because he's moving too fast and her brows raise. Body jewelry? Where?? Her face says. ]
Uh, no. I've only ever got my ears pierced! [ She says, despite only one being on her body. ] I don't even know what I'd do, like.. A belly piercing is cute? So 2000s.
[ Her lips quirk up in a smile. ]
What are you thinking about?
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Hot. [ It is hot. Belly button piercings are hot, and he has a little whiplash knowing they'll become more ubiquitous in 15 years, not saved for edgy or hippie girls in far off places. But before he tells her his wants, he smiles. There's the briefest pause, he's still getting used to wanting shit like this and not just being perceived as... a queer. ]
Nipples. I'm talking to Munson about it. [ He grins slyly, but his eyes flick to her ears. ]
You want some? [ His thoughts stray to her and body piercings, and it's a fight to stay... respectful. ] You've only got the one ear pierced.
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She doesn't say it, though. Just presses her lips thin and tries hard not to seem distracted (she's been quiet for some time now) (she has failed). ]
Ohβ um.. [ Munson? Eddie? Eddie does nipple piercings?? Eddie piercing Billy's nipples?? Her hand moves up to wipe at her nose for no particular reason, other than she wants to duck her warm face somewhere out of sight. ] I mean.. Yeah, I do have the one but like I don't know if it'd even look good on me like itwouldonyou?
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But he's not thinking about Eddie. He's thinking about the way her eyes dip down to her chest, the way her words run together a little bit. He leans closer, ducks his head toward her: ]
You think it'll look good on me? [ Unabashed cockiness. His eyes flick down her body in return. ] I think you could rock it; pretty sure you could rock anything.
[ It's unclear if he's suggesting she pierce her belly button... or her nipples. ]
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God. Why are his eyes so pretty!! Why do his arms look kinda beefy!! Why is he so good at talking!! Aaaaa!! ]
Haha, you think so..
[ That was meant to be a question, but she's not sure if she can really handle the answer right now. Is this flirting? Is he flirting? She's not backing away from him, stupidly standing her ground even with Billy leaning in to her space, smelling like hints of her hair solution and him. Lottie is oddly quiet for some time, eyes darting to the side and daring to meet his own gaze. His lips. His hair.
She remembers abruptly: fuck. She has to say something. A word! Anything!! She can't just keep (sensually? Awkwardly?) staring at this hot dude!!! And then she blurts out: ]
W-what if it like, gets infected??
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Why wouldn't she be drowning in experience?
And you can sensually stare because that's part of the game. Billy's pretty sure there's some math to it. Add two people, up their hotness levels, calculate for the time of night, for the season, and you'll end up with the proper amount of time to wait before sensual stare turns to chaste kiss turns to filth.
And he leans forward... three... two... just about thereβ ]
What? [ His head tilts. She was not leaning in to break the fucking tension. He squints at her. ] If they got infected? [ He shrugs. ] We got a doctor for that, not that I want to hear whatever he's gonna say about my wildlife tags or whatever. [ Or whatever House would have to say about his nipples. He shrugs, still whiplashed from the mood shift. ] Or I don't know. Or Munson says one of those magic fuckers could probably fix it. [ One in particular, actually. ]
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Yikes.
Uh, wow.
She spectacularly fucked that up! She could've been kissing Hottie McHoterson and instead here he is, looking at her like she just ruined the mood and is unknowingly bringing up her ex (complicatedβ her and House aren't technically together like they used to be when they were with John, but it's not like she's his girlfriend anymore, it's not like he really talks to her outside of wanting sex). Suddenly: she is as dry as the Sahara Desert.
..Not that she was particularly wet, or jonesing for Billy's touch, before, but she was into it! The idea, the thought. Definitely panicking over it. Now she just feels like she's messed up. Feels weirdly ashamed. Lottie wants to apologize because even Billy looks disappointed.
She picks at a ring, the thin one at her pointer finger, cheeks flaring hot because they're still close despite the fumble, and she doesn't want to draw away quite yet. ]
..Who?? [ A pause. ] Wanda?
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His eyes light up a little though. ] Oh yeah, I bet she could do it. But no, Munson was talking about that guy John. Jem too.
[ Who would have guessedβhe's bringing up two of her exes, of varying complication levels! But Billy? Hasn't met John in person. He's a wizard, but not like the actual wizard. ]
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Oh, yeah, he's like.. So good at that stuff!
[ She wishes he just agreed it was Wanda!! She inhales, shimmies her way off the bed to stretch her tired legs. ]
He'd love to help out, I'm sure.
[ (New intrusive thought: her ex repairing infected nipple piercings for town clout. She just might die.) ]
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But, though he notes the look, he doesn't really get it. This would be easier if he and Lottie had just... made out for an hour. Maybe went beyond heavy petting, or maybe left it to swapping spit. It is a small town, so he can be a gentleman. Sometimes. ]
Would he? Don't know him. He do something for you? I hear he can like... [ Do magic...? Billy's fingers rise and wiggle. His approximation of 'magic.' ] Regrow bones or whatever. Get rid of scars.
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[ She says, fully knowing he can.. Or at least, could do things like thatβ Lottie knows he has impeccable control over the human body and, of course, his necromancy bits. And since it's not exactly a secret anymore (she remembers when he told her to keep it a secret, lest people would come bother him for more miraclesβ she laughs), she admits: ]
He made my hair green so the brown doesn't show up anymore.
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[ Once again, entirely distracted by beauty hacks. ] It grows green?
[ He leans closer to look. ]
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[ So yes, it does grow green. The closer he looks the easier it'll be for him to see all the different variants of green melded together (sprouting, yes, from her head!!) to make the lime unit cohesive. ]
i'm so sorry.
He looks thoughtful. Then his eyes flick down. ] Do the...
You know. Do the carpets match the drapes?
SOBBING LITERALLY
You can leave now.
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Really keeping me in suspense here, sweetheart.
[ But he slides off the bed, stretches, looks at her newly built shelf and her beauty products, at her sitting on her bed, looking pretty. There's a vibe, but, it's not that vibe.
He leans toward where she sits and extends his hand. If she lets him capture hers, he'll hold it up, brush his mouth over her knuckles. ]
Have a nice night, Lottie. Lemme know when you need another shelf built. Or, you know. A hand with anything.
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..I'll keep that in mind.
[ This is Lottie speak for: she will text you when she needs it. Specifically the second part. ]
Goodnight, Billy.