capeandcowllogs | Girl talk, sort of.

WHO: Abby (

aerial_bliss) and Jubilee (

razzledazzlee).
WHERE: Abby's apartment.
WHEN: After this.
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Basically, Jubilee's trying to make Abby not feel so bad about Spidey's being gone.
FORMAT: Quickpara. Or something.

The truth was, she knew what Abby was feeling. Being sort of abandoned by someone you love - even if it hadn't been a voluntary option for the anyone - was a field where Jubilee had vast experience. Way back then, before she joined Generaton X, the mutant had been left feeling lost and alone when Logan had decided to go away for a very long time. She had felt betrayed by him at the time, but eventually, she ended up coming to terms with his reasoning. Everyone needed a break - and it was exactly why she had joined Generation X, too.

It was exactly because she knew how the other girl was feeling that she wanted to help.

As she arrived to the place, checking the communicator once again to make sure that was the right address, Jubilee rang the bell and waited for someone to open the door, chiming in.

"He-llo-o? It's Jubilee."

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There was the sound of someone fumbling around inside-- a bang! and then a loud ow. Somebody was trying to get up out of bed, from where she'd been moping over the network for the past hour or so. And apparently that somebody having an awkward time of it. But finally, footsteps pitter-pattered across the floor towards the door. The locks clicked.

Abby pulled the door open, half-hiding behind it as she peered around to see who was there.

"O-Oh! Hi, Jubilee," she stepped back further, making room for Jubilee to come inside. The place was a little bit of a mess. She'd only recently moved in, after leaving the Initiative. "Um, sorry. I--" Abby gestured vaguely at her puffy face and rumpled appearance, embarrassed. "It's kinda one of those... 'Be gross' kinda days."

Not really surprised with that cacophony, Jubilee waited outside, chewing on her gum. As Abby opens the door, the bubblegum pops and she gives the other girl a smile.

"Hey," and then when she comes in, "Thanks."

She doesn't judge the messy place - she's... used to messy places. Like her room. With a laugh, she waves her hand, "I know those kinda days," Jubilee pulls the other hand up, the one that's holding the rollerblades and a plastic bag, "Picked up some ice cream while coming here. Hope you don't mind."

Abby shuts the door carefully behind Jubilee, taking a moment to look at the other girl. She's pretty, Abby thinks-- of course she is, most super-powered girls seem to be-- and cool in a way. There's something original, unique about her. It makes Abby feel a little silly, looking so messy like this and with her face all red.

But if Abby feels self-conscious, she's distracted immediately by the mention of ice cream. Ice cream. Some day, she's going to look back and regret eating so many unhealthy dairy products, but right now, this is exactly what the doctor ordered. She becomes officially convinced that Jubilee is a regular saint. The patron saint of comfort foods.

"M-Mind? No way! I love ice cream." She seems a little cheered, digging around for spoons and plastic bowls before offering one of each to her companion. "It's like you read my mind."

With a laugh, Jubilee nods and pulls the chocolate ice cream bucket - yeah, bucket, she knows how these things go - and shoves the plastic bag somewhere inside one of her pockets of the big yellow coat she's wearing.

Dropping the rollerblades on the floor, Jubilee shakes the ice cream on her hand when she sees the plastic bowls and looks around for a seat, deciding that the couch is good enough. She walks up to it and plops down, patting the seat next to her.

"Yeah, it's, like, a talent. Don't need to be Prof Xavier to read a mind and know what the situation calls for."

Chocolate. Oh man, it's chocolate. Abby's ultimate weakness. Despite herself, she's already starting to feel a little better. Maybe it's just the presence of a calm, caring friend and a bucket full of delicious dairy bliss, but the dull ache of missing Peter is getting a bit easier to bear.

She sits down on the couch beside Jubilee, offering one plastic bowl with a spoon inside and keeping one for herself.

"I-It's kind of a bad habit," Abby confesses. "I think I eat more ice cream than anybody else in the whole city."

"Bet I could bet ya' in ice cream eating," Jubilee offers a smile while serving Abby a big portion of ice cream, taking a bit for herself in her bowl.

"Besides, a girl always gotta have one of these in the fridge," she pats the bucket, closing the plastic lid. "They can be our best friends sometimes, right?"

Jubilee is going to be a good friend. Abby can tell, because this girl gives big servings of ice cream. That's serious points in Abby's book. She wastes no time getting a spoon into the cold dessert and lifting it to her mouth. Her face melts into an expression of bliss. Delicious.

"Sure can," she agrees with enthusiastic nodding, already putting her spoon back into the ice cream. "I like the way you think! I can't believe I never met you before this. We're like-- like ice cream soul sisters."

With a soft laugh, Jubilee elbowed Abby's side lightly, before scooping a bit more of ice cream in her spoon and brought it to her mouth. Half-chewing on the spoon, she leaned back and looked at the girl with a smile.

"Feeling better?" She asked out of concern, pulling her legs up and sitting indian style on the couch.

Abby seemed to have to think about the question, sitting with her spoon thoughtfully lodged in her mouth. There was definitely still a heavy pit of sadness sitting in her stomach, but-- somehow, she felt more ready to cope. The pain felt less fresh.

"I do feel better," she confessed at length, in between mouthfuls of ice cream. "Thanks, Jubilee. You know. For the ice cream. And everything."

Smiling at Abby, Jubilee squeezed her shoulder lightly, reassuringly, and shook her head as if saying 'no problem'.

"Girls gotta stick together, right?" Jubilee laughed and put down the now empty bowl, "But, hey, don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back. I mean, this happens a lot, doesn't it? People go, people come back. The Porter tends to toy with us, but you just gotta avoid letting it win. We're stronger than the Porter."

She knew how much of a long shot that was, sure, but Jubilee couldn't help it. She had always been an optimistic kind of girl.

Girl talk, sort of.

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