(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Spring in Scotland is not exactly the world's warmest weather. Lilly still has to wear a coat to run across the grass to the Caribbean inlet.

Once there, however, she can bask in sun and warm water to her heart's content.

Comments

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly stops short at the edge of the inlet, her toes curling into the sand. It's not- it has to be Elle, she's too old to be Veronica, but-

"Veronica?"

[awesome_lilly]

It's been... a while. Clearly. But it's still Veronica, and that's the important part.

"Oh, just wanted to make sure I wasn't blocking your sun."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly frowns a little. Does Veronica have amnesia? Or is this an alternate-universe Veronica? Maybe it's Puck in Veronica-shaped clothes? Possibly Elle is fucking with her?

.... or, Lilly realizes, she could be standing in the sun. She takes a few steps closer, moving out of the direct sunlight.

"Well, you know how I feel about tan lines."

[awesome_lilly]

"Been a while, Veronica."

Lilly has no idea.

"I was starting to think maybe you weren't coming back."

[awesome_lilly]

Standing closer, with Veronica looking up, Lilly's realizing why she thought the other girl might be Elle. She looks... older.

"Hey, it happens. So, uh. How long's it been for you?"

Because, well. Veronica doesn't look like she needs a fake ID anymore.

[awesome_lilly]

"Thought so."

Lilly drops onto the sand next to her.

"But hey. You look good as a grown-up, Ms. Mars."

[awesome_lilly]

Maybe not, no. Lilly's smile gets a little stiff.

"One of the perks, right? You'll end up all wrinkly, and I'll still look seventeen."

She could pass for older, but- old enough to drink and that's about it. Just like she always could, and just like she always will.

[awesome_lilly]

"Good idea, but I'm kinda busy with the businesses here."

There are three now, after all. Even if the newspaper doesn't actually get published a lot.

"Oh, and my marriages."

Safe conversational gambit, indeed.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly sighs heavily.

"Yeah. I was bitching to Bar about how my husband was pregnant, only I was stupid enough to get whiny on April Fool's Day, so... she thought it'd be really funny if I ended up married to new people! Lots of new people!"

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, I'm richer than all of my new spouses, I think."

Lilly grins.

"But I negotiated the convenient alimony of one cake per month with Bill, and that's all anyone has hit me up for yet."

[mnt_mike]

You know what they say about great minds.

You know, that they like to dig fire pits in Caribbean shore lines and BBQ pinapple chicken on them. They might also like to steam fresh clams plucked from the surf. They might also be drinking fresh coconut straight from the husk.

You know in hindsight? Great minds are really well fed.

[awesome_lilly]

Great minds also attract the company of beautiful young women in bikinis and trench coats.

Okay, maybe it's the coconut that really lures Lilly in.

"Mike! Long time, no coconut milk. Got a husk for me?"

[mnt_mike]

Mike puts his hand up to shield away the sun.

"Lilly Kane, as I live and breathe. Of course I do, but only if you have a shuck for me."

He means the coat.
No really.


okay, maybe not.

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, you know I do," Lilly all but purrs, slipping seductively out of her coat...

... and then tossing it on his head and stealing a coconut.

"Mmm, cocolicious."

[mnt_mike]

"Oh crap. Did I blink and end creation again?"

Asks Mike from under the coat.

"Oooh look! Narnia!"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly nearly chokes on coconut milk.

"Very funny."

She whips the coat of Mike's head and thwacks him lovingly with it.

"So, Michaelangelo. You have some explaining to do, don't you?"

[mnt_mike]

"Ow! About what? Why beautiful women like to beat on me? Because I don't know, but I'd really like to."

[awesome_lilly]

"It's your aura," Lilly says solemnly. "It's a big flashing karmic sign, 'Come and Get Me Ladies', and so... we do."

She looks stern.

"Sometimes you deserve it though. Like, for holding little picnics that I have to stumble on by accident instead of be invited too, and for totally forgetting the paper umbrellas for the coconuts."

[mnt_mike]

Oh how the backpedaling begins.

"This isn't a picnic! It's Lunch! I just thought since there was sun and sand and things were like...quiet for once...."

[awesome_lilly]

This is the kind of reaction that just makes that karmic sign flash all the more brightly.

"Mmmhmm."

Lilly tips back her coconut.

"Well... since it's lunch, I guess I can forgive you."

[mnt_mike]

Mike sighs in both mock and real relief.

"Good thing I didn't say anything about the left over cake in the basket."

[awesome_lilly]

"Withholding cake?"

Lilly narrows her eyes.

"Oh, Mike. That's a paddlin'."

There are a shocking lack of paddles nearby, though, so she settles for a vicious ticklin' instead.

[mnt_mike]

"HEY! heehee...knock...ha...that...HEHAHAH...off!"

Defend Ninja Boy, DEFEND!






...

Okay defense isn't working. Withstand onslaught and go on the offense.
Mike now makes grabby hands at Lilly's wrists in an attempt to pin her down.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly falls victim, tragically, to the grabby hands.

"Not fair! Your hands can ninj!"

Of course, he's not the only one with talented extremities. Lilly can tickle people with her toes.

[mnt_mike]

"That's totally fair! HEY! NO TOESIES! When you...hee...when you give up...HAHA your childhood for....stopstopstop...for ninjitsu, it suddenly becomes always fair."

Roll away Mike.
ROLL!

[awesome_lilly]

Brave Sir Mikey rolled away, bravely rolled away, away!

Leaving the cake unguarded. Lilly snags a slice, then freezes.

"Wait- the last time I got surprise cake, I got married. You don't have a napkin wedding license lurking around, do you?"

[mnt_mike]

Mike finally comes to a stop with a flop some five feet away from Lilly.

"I do, actually."

He says between pants in an attempt to catch his breath.

"But it was all Mel's idea. Oh, and we're relocating to Nevada. How do you feel about Pioneer dress?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Ew."

Lilly clearly feels that this sums it up.

"You and Mel have fun, I'll just hang out at bar with my other five spouses."

[mnt_mike]

Mike's head lolls back and he laughs. It's a good deep belly laugh, the kind that cleanses the soul and reaffirms the spirit.

The kind he's been sorely missing these last couple of months.

"How are your significant others anyhow?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Well, let's see."

Lilly starts ticking off the list on her fingers.

"Puck is totally pregnant and I am totally mad at him but whatever, we'll work it out. Medusa is snakealicious, but we'll probably get divorced soon, gods and mortals, blah blah. Clark Kent is super, thanks for asking. Elle is sparkalicious and last seen trying to get cherry juice out of her hair. Bill Pardy still looks weirdly like Mal and wants alimony in the form of cake."

She takes a deep breath.

"On the whole? Not bad."

[mnt_mike]

Mike sits up, propping himself on one arm.

"Puck's pregnant?"

He blinks.

"I didn't do it. Just to get that right out there in the open. I didn't. This right here?"

Place appropriate directional gesture here.

"Blanks. I swear!"

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, I know you didn't do it," Lilly reassures him.

She pauses.

"But... I don't know that you are shooting blanks. At least not while possessed, because Jack Sparrow was totally looking for you and he was looking a little, well."

She makes the universal baby bump gesture. Well, universal except for the universe where it is part of the Hitchcock summoning ritual.

[mnt_mike]

His jaw drops and he just stares at her.

"That...that is so not something to joke about. I....I was used and...and...LILLY!"

[awesome_lilly]

"But Mike," Lilly says solemnly, putting down her coconut.

"If that were true, your baby could end the age-old rivalry between pirate and ninja. The Pirnja? Ninrate? whatever- your baby could bring peace!"

[mnt_mike]

He tries, Landlord knows he tries, to maintain the level of taken aback that he's managed to garner.

But...it fails, and it fails so utterly that keeping back the smile just becomes an impossible feat.

"Can I name him Bob?"