2nd floor common room - Friday evening

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley was bored. Bored enough that she actually opened one of her school books to study.

That was enough to convince her that she was in serious need of some TV time. So she flopped onto the couch in the common room and started flipping channels.

"Oooh! Hollywood scandals!"

[Open like a common room]

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[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley eyed Turtle for a minute, trying to come up with a tactful way to ask. "Is that what your parents said you were?"

Wow, not so much with the tact there.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle looked at her feet as her legs kicked idly a little, watching the white tips of her sneakers winking at her as she watched them. How'd they get on a topic like this, anyway? She shrugged. "Not that they'd ever admit it, but you can tell my mom's never really happy she had a second kid. Whole reason I'm here; she finally had to get rid of me. Daddy's cool, though. He's proud of me."

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley really wanted to tell Turtle that she thought her mom sound sucky, but she wasn't sure how that would go over. So she stuck with what she knew. "Your daddy sounds awesome."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, he totally is," Turtle grinned a little, eagerly taking the shift toward something awesome to talk about and running with it. "He's a podiatrist. And a bookie, and just about one of the best dads ever."

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"A podiatrist and a bookie?" Miley said. "How exactly does that work?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle chuckled a little. "Very carefully. He's...like a really mundane superhero. Foot doctor by day, super sekrit bookie by night." Her grin remained. "He's good at the bookie stuff, makes a lot of money from it, which is good because there really isn't that big of a need for podiatry in Westington..."

Shrugging slightly, she tilted her head toward Miley. "What're your parents like?"

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"That's the best kind of superhero." Miley laughed. "I guess I know who to talk to if I need to place a bet."

"You know that famous country singer, Robby Ray? He sings that I want my mullet back song?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Y'know," Turtle leaned in a little. "I do take after my old man a bit, so if you are interested in anything like that...."

Turtle nodded, feeling that it wouldn't be necissary to continue further. And then gave Miley a slightly worried look. "Oh my God, Daddy used to sing that all the time..." She looked none too pleased by that thought. Especially since she'd seen some old pictures. Where Jake did, indeed, have a mullet...

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep you in mind." Miley teased. "But I blow my money quickly enough all my own."

"Uh...yeah. That's my dad. Robby Ray Stewart. He just went back on tour which is why I'm here."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"...Really?" Turtle's eyes were a little wide for a moment. "Would you...totally hate me if I asked you to get an autograph? My dad would go nuts..."

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"I'd totally hate you forever and ever." Miley teased. "I can get you an autograph, no problem. I can even get a personalized one for you. Daddy loves signing autographs. He's still in the honeymoon phase of his comeback."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle smirked. "Very, very cool. His name's Jake, by the way. Jake Wexler. And he'll just die. And start playing the song all over again." The smirk turned wicked. "I'm sure my mother would love that."

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"Awesome." Miley laughed, writing down the name on a scrap of paper. "Oh! Pizza's here!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Yay pizza!"

Which, really, was all that needed to be said.