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WHO: Sally Blevins and Roberto DaCosta
WHERE: the Institute
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: nothing I can think of
SUMMARY: Sally and Roberto hang out.
FORMAT: Para to start and then whatever Kris wants!

Sally was happily curled up on the Institute's couch. After her encounter with Sabretooth the previous day, all she wanted was a chance to unwind and try to forget the entire incident. She'd been able to when Sam had took her flying in the evening, but when she woke up it had been one of the first things on her mind. She was adamant that the overgrown cat wouldn't get under her skin.

So she laid on the couch and flipped through the channels, hopeful there would be something mindless to watch.

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"I think most people just say girlfriend." She couldn't stop laughing.

Roberto still didn't get it. "I know what it's called, I was being casual?"

He shook his head and shrugged. Whatever.

"Point remains the same, I guess."

Sally grinned and settled back onto the couch, sobering. "I won't break his heart."

"You better not. Then we'd have issues," Roberto wagged his finger in her face. What he really wanted to say was that she couldn't do nearly as good a job a ripping out Sam's heart as Tabby did...2...3 times now? But he didn't. Roberto guessed Sally and Tabby were still friends, or something.

"Sam is delicate. He also secretly enjoys black leather, so you know what you can do if you ever want to surprise him!"

HAHAHA. That was meant to be a joke, but Roberto was totally serious. Sally probably wouldn't be able to tell, though, so she could feel free to smack him.

She rolled her eyes. He was lucky there wasn't a pillow nearby or she would've hit him. "So you mean all those silk and lace things I bought are worth nothing?" she teased, and snapped her fingers. "Darn. I'll just have to get rid of them."

Sally straightened up and pushed her hair back. "I just want to make him as happy as he makes me, Bobby."

And maybe help lessen the guilt he seemed to always carry around on his shoulders.

"Silk and lace would make him happy," Bobby insisted very seriously. "Don't cut him off because of me, menina."

That would just be mean!

Sally stared at him for a long moment. "...we're not having sex yet, Roberto!"

God now she wanted a pillow so she could hide her face. "We just started dating!"

"Oh..." he trailed off awkwardly, and moved his gaze back to Magnum instead. "I was joking?"

Not really, but he was willing to pretend.

"So what's this show about again?" Sally asked, because she was definitely behind pretending the last few minutes had not actually happened.

She would deal with watching the huge mustache.

"Magnum PI," Roberto declared all too quickly. "Don't you love his Ferrari?"

YAY TOPIC CHANGE!

"How does he even fit into that car?" Sally asked, trying to figure it out. "He's entirely too tall to actually fit in there."

"I have theories that he's secretly a mutant," Roberto replied casually. "With the power to be badass in hot cars and the ability to nail any chick he wants."

A beat.

"That and the everlasting mustache."

"Wait, I thought those were your powers," Sally teased. "I'm kind of surprised you don't have a Magnum mustache."

Have a very egotistical and amused snort, Sally. "Tch, I wish they were. I rocked a Magnum mustache before, though; it was on the network!"

And on Mojoworld and that one was even more epic!

All Sally could do was laugh. This was entirely too amusing. "Was that when you and Sam stole Warren's car?"

"Hell yeah, it was! It was the week of everyone's greatest desires! And we wanted to be Magnum," Bobby grinned.

Sally was pretty sure that wasn't what Sam's desire had been, but she saw no reason to tell Bobby that. "I think I saw a network post about that."

Roberto chuckled a little. "It was pretty epic. You should've seen Sammy's kid brother, though." Cracking up now. "He dyed his hair to look just like him! It was hilarious."

"His greatest desire was to be like Sam?" AWWWWW! Why are the Guthries so cute?

"I know, right?" Roberto chuckled. "If I wasn't such a manly kind of man, I'd call it cute."

"I bet Sam liked knowing that," Sally grinned. "And don't worry I won't tell anyone you thought it was cute."

"Good! You'd ruin my manly reputation," he scoffed playfully. "It's something I like to protect."

"We wouldn't want you ruining that," she giggled. "Then you might sulk and there's been enough of that lately from everyone."

"I don't sulk. It's not my style," Roberto waved her off with a grin. Because, no, sulking really wasn't his thing; Roberto was much more of the 'very happy or very angry' type. Sadness and pouting were a little more rare.

But then he frowned, just a little, and proved himself sort of wrong.

"Unless I miss the end of Magnum. That's the only exception..."

As the credits roll up the screen.

"Um."

Oh dear god.

"Maybe there's another one on?"

Sally crossed her fingers, hopeful that would be the case. Instead 'Designing Women' began to play.

"OH! OH!" She forgot all about the bushy mustache, and hummed the show's theme song.