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[demonspawn]

WHO: Terrance Ward and the hooligans Alex Aaron, April Ludgate, & Tommy Shepherd. And most importantly, The Girl: Carrie Kelley.
WHERE: The House of Fear and Speed to start.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon/night.
WARNINGS: Teenage shenanigans.
SUMMARY: Terry is useless. His friends help. Sort of.
FORMAT: Quicklog. Separate threads within.

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AFTERNOON: terry & friends.

[demonspawn]

[ Terry Ward is the dark cloud sitting at one end of the couch with a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. Over the noise of the video game they're playing, one might just barely be able to hear his huff of breath when he tries to blow his wild fringe out of his face. Twice. Three times. No success, so he sweeps his hair back from his face with one hand. It immediately flops back. The black marker on his nails is chipped and smudged. There's rips in his jeans.

Clearly the boy doesn't know what you're supposed to look like, when you're due for a date with your girlfriend. He does say, blandly: ]

I need a hair cut.

not most important? that's hurtful, terry

[aggressiveapathy]

You need a new face.

[As always, the comment is fondly deadpanned rather than meant for bitingly insulting. The problem with April being those two tones sound oddly the same. Either way, he earns one tin glance away from the screen as she continues her epic battle.]

You finally noticed.

[inspirefear]

A haircut's not gonna help.

[ Alex didn't even bother to look over at Terry who was sulking at the end of the couch. He always wore the same expression on his face anyway, so there was nothing new to expect. ]

Lmfao he still loves and fears you bosslady

[demonspawn]

[ Fortunately he's heard meaner insults in his life. Thank you, awkward highschool years. So he just makes a bit of a face, answers sarcastically: ]

Too bad my shapeshifting doesn't work that way.

[aggressiveapathy]

Spiders are at least kinda cute.

[Character death :| How do these things happen to her. It gets her full attention on Terry, anyway.]

So what. Looking for new jobs that pay or something behind my back?

[inspirefear]

[ Ugh, the conversation sounds a lot like April accusing Terry of cheating on her...job wise, Alex just rolls his eyes and continues to play games. ]

[followthearrow]

Dude, I'll cut your hair.

[Tommy is unhelpful as ever as he strolls back into the room after having devoured another pizza. Where is he even getting these anyway.]

But yeah, you need a serious makeover.

[demonspawn]

[ His scowl deepens, his eyebrows furrowing just a little more. ]

No. I'm not looking for another job. I-- [ THIS IS DUMB. He doesn't want to use these kind of teen romance words, like girlfriend and stuff. It's weird. Awkward. Foreign. In an uncomfortable exhale: ] HaveadatewithCarrie. And you're not cutting my hair, Tommy. The last thing I need right now is to look like a total stooge.

[aggressiveapathy]

Wow.

[She looks him over, same impassive expression in place as ever.]

You're screwed.

[inspirefear]

[ Alex finally turns to look at Terry. He is mildly amused. ]

I could cut it.

[followthearrow]

Fine, I'll handle the clothes. When's this going down? I can lend you some of my stuff.

[He may mean more than clothes. Sorry this dating thing is seriously business is he the only one being serious right now??]

Holy crap, you're growing up so fast.

[aggressiveapathy]

Spandex gets burned. On sight.

[She does not trust hero fashion sense further than she can throw it. Which, seeing as it requires effort, wouldn't be any distance at all.]

[demonspawn]

[ CLEARLY THE MOST HELPFUL FRIENDS. Terry's flat expression basically says all that needs to be said about how he feels re: your advice, pals.

A bit deadpan: ]

What is this, the freaking Princes Diaries? You guys are like fairy godmothers.

EVENING: terry & carrie.

[demonspawn]

[ He's trying not to feel self-concious but it's easier said than done when you've been taking advice from a barely pubescent fear god, your annoying speedster roommate, and your boss, the queen of raccoons. He waits outside her building, right on time (anxiety makes a lad punctual), hoping he doesn't get mysteriously sniped out by a batperson before he gets to see Carrie. ]

[slingshots]

[ It's really strange to leave by the door and not shoot out the window in the evening. It's... also pretty strange to be wearing makeup. And a skirt. A green skirt, wow, whose idea was this. She's tugging it down a little self-consciously when the elevator doors open on the ground floor, and she heads out with an apologetic man, I don't know either smile in place as soon as she sees Terry. ]

Hey. [ A casually-delivered once-over goes here. ] You look pretty good.

[demonspawn]

[ If he's being honest, it's all a little strange. He's trying not to think about his track record with girls (the heroin addict that his powers went loose on, or the goddess who turned out to be a Skrull, or even Abby), and tries not to second guess the whole dating thing.

But then, she steps out, smiles, and he's mostly trying to remember how to talk. She's -- pretty. And he can't figure out how to tell her so. ]

It's April's fault. Mostly. [ Oh good. He can still manage English. This won't be a total flop. ] You... Uh, look different. [ No, wait -- ] I mean, nice. You look nice. Not that you don't normally, I just. [ Wow, Terry. You suck at this. ]

[slingshots]

[ Oh, lovely, he's feeling precisely as awkward as she is. That'll make this a fun night. That means it's up to her to be the cool one, right? Okay. She can do this.

She stops and leans up as soon as she reaches him, pretending like a quick greeting-kiss is perfectly mundane between them. ]

Relax. [ That's with a fond smile when she gives him a little space again. ] We're friends first, right? So this's just hanging out, same as always.

[ Man, she might even convince herself of this, at this rate. ]

[demonspawn]

[ He figures at the very least he can't be uncool for his whole life. In a few hundred years, he's bound to outgrow his awkward stage, right? Although the fact that his ancient super villain father still wears green tights isn't terribly reassuring...

But sure, friends first. This is, after all, Carrie. She's seen him at his worst already. The reminder helps ease a little tension out of his shoulders, and the kiss is less ceremony than their first few. He's not convinced it's the same -- dates are different somehow, even if they do the same things -- but he's starting to think he'll survive it. ]

I am relaxed. [ Partially true. He waves down a taxi, opens the door for her because demon or no, his mama raised him to have some manners, even if he made a point of being unpleasant sometimes. ] I've just never seen you in a skirt before.

[slingshots]

[ That cool and calm air cracks a little at mention of the skirt, and she makes a face as she slides into the cab of the taxi. ]

Yeah, keep expecting it to tuck in somewhere awful... [ Pay no mind to this conversation, driver, it's really not as off color as it sounds... ] You'll tell me if I start looking stupid, right?

[demonspawn]

[ He slides in after her, closes the door, and only pauses to let the driver know where to take them (restaurant, chosen based on reviews on the internet, unsure) before responding a bit pointedly: ]

I'll take the skirt over the cape. [ Dry at first, but then he glances at her, just a second, and it's a bit more sincere than he probably means it to be when he adds: ] Don't punch me or anything for saying it, but you look pretty.

[slingshots]

[ oh no what does she do with a compliment. Snark it away? Disregard? Change the subject? She hesitates just a second too long (or maybe she's just horribly overly sensitive) before rushing out a: ] Free pass this time, I guess.

[ And then an addendum, with an almost shy smile: ] Thanks, though. Jessica did pretty much all of it.

[demonspawn]

[ Jessica. Of course. He knows no sociopath more fashionable than Jessica. Grudgingly, he has to admit it's a fairly well done job. He'd say it out loud too, but he's being dangerously agreeable right now (compliments, Terry, really) so, instead: ]

Jessica, huh. [ A little bit of a face. ] I barely survived being tagteamed by April, Alex, and Tommy. Not sure which of us had it worse.