PRIDDY, brynn (priddy) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-02 21:19:00

WHO?: Brynn Priddy & Dylan Vane.
WHAT?: Passing the time at Brynn's place , watching TV.
WHEN?: Nighttime!

They had everything but the ice cream. Brynn and Dylan were sitting on the couch, the light from the TV flickering brightly in the otherwise dark room. For snacks, in place of ice cream, the two were making do with just the toppings that would regularly go atop ice cream rather than be the main show. This, after all, was completely acceptable behavior if there wasn't any ice cream readily available, right? Brynn and Dylan started hanging out shortly after reconnecting at that party a little while back. So far, though, it'd been strictly platonic, despite how her friends teased her.

Taking the bottle of whipped cream from Dylan's hand, she tilted her head back and squirted an obscene amount into her mouth, brushing the excess from her lips with her forearm, never once taking her eyes from the television screen. Superman was on, and it was awesome. It was definitely skyrocketing into one of her top ten movies, anyway.

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youresovane
2008-10-02 03:44 am UTC (link)

If Dylan were to try and tell someone that he hadn’t been watching the woman next to him instead of Christopher Reeves at some points throughout the night, he’d be a liar. Well, it wasn’t like he was staring at her in some creepy way or anything, but there were a few times when she did something completely effeminate that made him smirk. Like, for example, the whipped cream stunt she just pulled. Most of the other girls he knew would squirt the stuff onto a spoon or something, before putting it into their mouths; but not Brynn. And he admired that or…something. Maybe it wasn’t so much admiration as it was amusement. He was amused by it. That would explain why he was glancing over at her with a smirk, reaching out to take a handful of sprinkles before he sat back and dumped them into his mouth.

“Superman would be badass at Quidditch.” He said as he munched away on the waxy chocolate candy. “Bastard wouldn’t even need a broom.”

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priddy
2008-10-02 04:10 am UTC (link)

Snorting, Brynn followed suit and also took a handful of sprinkles, dumping them into her mouth. But being as ladylike as she was, she swallowed most of the sprinkles before allowing herself to comment, "You're right, but can you imagine how bloody pissed the Ministry would be with trying to figure out his bloodline? He's not a wizard, but he's not a muggle, and so where the hell did he get those powers?!" Brynn laughed and shook the whipped cream can up a bit, scooting a little closer to him, "Want some?" she offered, angling the can a bit.

Of course, she planned on squirting it. As impressed as Brynn was with this movie, she thought that she might be even more impressed with Dylan's reaction to -- okay, so it was a lame joke, but it was a joke!

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youresovane
2008-10-02 04:25 am UTC (link)

“See, I don’t like trying to think about how the Ministry works, because when I do I seem to lose I.Q. points.” He said with a light laugh, shaking his head as he turned to watch the movie again. “I would pay to see the epic battle between Clark Kent and the Minister, though.” The idea itself was grin-worthy, because that would probably be the funniest thing he had ever seen in his life.

When she scooted, his attention went back to her, staring down at the can of whipped cream that she had stolen from him just a little while ago. He raised a brow suspiciously, wondering if she was going to play nice and let him have the can, or if she’d pull it back, before he smirked and nodded his head. “Sure.” He wasn’t really sure what she was planning to do with it, so he waited until she either handed it to

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priddy
2008-10-02 05:17 am UTC (link)

Laughing, Brynn tucked her legs underneath her and brushed her hair behind her ear, "I'd take pictures!" It would be quite the battle, that would be sure, what with the Minister and his cronies and Superman and his excellence. Brynn shook the whipped cream bottle and placed two fingers on Dylan's forehead, pushing his head back just enough to get a good angle for the whipped cream bottle. She tilted it and aimed the nozzle at his mouth and pushed the trigger.

It went into his mouth predictably at first, until Brynn was sure that he didn't expect any shenanigans. Then, of course, the shenanigans commenced. Suddenly, she began painting all around Dylan's face! Oh boy. Hello Kristin.

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