The Roof [Saturday night]

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime had a huge bowl of fresh popcorn dripping with butter and drenched in s salt. He was sitting near the edge of the roof, just looking out. "Man," he shook his head, looking over at his companion, "this may be the weirdest thing that's happened since I got here. And that's saying something."

He snorted. "Does this sort of thing happen often?"

"And do you think we have enough popcorn for any other unaffected people who might show up?"

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I didn't grow up with her," Dinah said, kind of regretting that. "So it's not the same, mostly. She just asks if I took her bike and I say "no" and she yells a lot." She reached over to poke him. Poke, poke. "Ha."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Well, then I think it's my honor-bound duty as your friend to teach you to lie better about incriminating evidence." He was totally serious.

For realz.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure, out of the goodness of your heart, and in the interests of making me flail!" Dinah protested, laughing back at him, and then kicking him on the foot.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Well, yeah, that's what friends are for, right?" As long as he wasn't on the receiving end of things, of course.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah threw more popcorn at him. "So you'll be good with me returning the favor. Good to know!"

[weldedtomyspine]

"You're welcome to try," he laughed. "But I'm obviously better at this than you are."

Pride goeth, Mister Reyes. Pride goeth.