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intheheart) wrote2012-01-27 03:48 pm
intheheart) wrote2012-01-27 03:48 pm
Trick or Treat
Title: Trick or Treat
Co-Author: Nikki
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: A tale of two miniskirts.
Date: October 31st, 2012
AU: Phase Crossover
Note: Everyone except Ivy and Aaron belongs to Nikki.
Sarah had to say that her plan worked out perfectly, if she said so herself. Which she did. So obviously, it was a kickass plan and it worked out perfectly, because:
A) She had gotten Andy to wear a cape,
B) they had won the fifty dollar bar tab, and
C) she and Oz had demolished said bar tab in about ten minutes.
So yes, tonight was going well. And then Oz had stolen Andy’s (fake) sword when they had been walking through Central Park, and challenged her to a (fake) swordfight. Like she was going to say no to that. But somewhere along the way, the alcohol had caught up with her, and she realized that Oz was a lot taller and had a much longer reach than her. And a bigger sword - insert some sexual innuendo here.
So, somewhere in between Andy saying something about how they were all going to get arrested, and Adrianna assuring him that Oz could afford bail, Sarah had taken a risk. In her head, it had seemed like the most awesome idea to ever awesome, but when you added a slightly inebriated short woman in heels, with a fake, plastic sword, it went from awesome to potentially stupid. Dodging around Oz, she dashed for a nearby bench, and planned to jump onto it to try and even the height difference a bit.
The next thing Sarah knew, her feet were out from under her, and she was tumbling down a hill that must have appeared out of nowhere, because surely it hadn’t been there a moment before.
She thumped down the short slope and came to rest at the feet of a redhead in a sweater that matched her hair, a miniskirt, and tights. A suspiciously familiar miniskirt and tights. The legs were distracting, though.
"Oh my God!" the redhead got out, between giggles. "Are you okay?"
For a moment, Sarah’s world continued to spin before she was able to focus on a pair of Converse. Tilting her head back, she followed her line of sight to find legs, and more legs, and then some more legs. She reached a miniskirt that she could almost see up.... Sarah was tempted to shift her position just a bit, but decided against it. Like she needed Amy Pond to kick her ass on top of what just happened.
Before she could go any farther with that line of questioning, the laughter from above finally penetrated her post spin and pretty girl fog, and Sarah rolled over to look up the hill. “You lot shut up! I’m trying to flirt here.” Rolling back over, she looked up to the redhead’s face, and put on her best ‘I meant to do that, and that’s why you think I’m awesome smile.’ “Well, hi there. Have you seen my sword?”
Amy Pond tilted her head, and eventually decided to smile. "Nope," she said. "Why? Have you lost it?"
"Well, in all honestly I never really had one," Sailor Uranus answered, before rolling over and finally pushing herself to her feet. Brushing grass off of her legs and arms, there sadly wasn't much she could do for the grass stains on her Sailor Scout outfit. Eh. At least her tiara was still on.
"Luckily for me," she continued, grinning up at Amy, "there's a pretty big business in fake ones. I've got a few more at home."
"This is my jealous face," Amy said, and made a face that could probably be better described as 'obnoxious little sister.' "I want a sword so much but my landlord says I'm not allowed to have any. So unfair."
"Wow, your landlord is a prude," the senshi answered, wrinkling her nose. "And way too nosey. Like it's any of her business what neato toys you have."
Her eyebrow shot up, and then she smiled a smile that could probably be more accurately called a smirk. "Oh, she doesn't get to know about the really neat toys."
Sarah answered her smirk with a wicked grin as her head tilted, curious. "And who does know about your really neat toys?" she asked, batting her eyelashes as her voice came out a sinful purr.
Amy wound a strand of red hair around a finger and looked wistful. "Sadly," she said, "no one. I'm single at the moment." She paused, then added, "I dumped her, but it still kind of sucks to be reduced to going to parties with your brother."
The spark of interest in Uranus' eyes grew and became a bit more visible with that. "Well, well... What a pity for her, where ever she may be." There's a short pause, as she considers her next words, before her grin widens into a smile. "And hopefully, how wonderfully lucky for me."
Amy grinned again, and the hair-winding became more flirtatious. "Maybe," she said. "I would certainly encourage you to try. I'm Ivy, by the by, and you are?"
"Oh, very little encouragement is needed. Trust me." Haruka glanced down to run her gaze over Ivy's legs again, before she looked back to her face (with a few pit stops along the way). "Sarah Obenhaus. Love the name, by the way. Have you ever considered going with it and dressing as the Batman villain of the same name?"
"No, actually," Ivy said, sounding rather thoughtful. "I don't think I'm curvy enough. But I can always be persuaded to try new things." She stretched out a tights-clad leg. "Do you think I'd look good in green?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Sarah pretended to take a moment to consider that, rocking back on her heels to look down at the outstretched leg. "I'd say you're just about right, curve-wise. And I thought it was a universal rule that redheads had to look good in green?"
Ivy gave her a brilliant smile. "Right answer," she said. "So, Sarah Obenhaus, I see you're a fellow miniskirt fan. Although I can't say I recognize the costume." She looked Sarah up and down, slowly-- was she ogling Sarah's legs?
Any ogling that would have been appreciated was blocked out by Ivy's admittance of not recognizing her costume. Staring at Ivy in what could only be described as wide-eyed horror, Sarah could only gape for a short moment. "You've never seen Sailor Moon?"
The other girl gave her a puzzled smile. "Um, no? That's anime, right? I think my sister watches that. Aaron might, too." She shrugged. "I don't really like anime."
"It is so much more than just an anime. And I don't really even like anime," Sarah immediately answered. "For one, it gives me an excuse to dress like this. And two, it is - the best animated show that has ever been on TV. Ever."
"You sound like my sister," Ivy said, and laughed. "She says I'm a philistine. I don't even know how she knows the word philistine but whatever." She shrugged, then gave Sarah another deliberate look. "Although I gotta say, anything that gives you a reason to wear that skirt is okay by me."
Sarah visibly resisted the urge to preen, though she didn't bother resisting the urge to pose. (Possibly, in the background, Andy was trying to get his sword back from Oz. Oz's retort of "But you usually like when I play your sword!" could barely be heard. Oh, boys.) For a moment, Sarah's gaze flickered behind her, because of course they chose to innuendo when she wasn't around! But, pretty girl. More important.
"Right backatcha. I've got to give you props for keeping with the correct outfit, since most girls probably would have tried to... skank it up a bit, or something. I saw slutty Care Bears earlier. It was horrible."
"I can top that," Ivy said, sounding unhappy about it. "Sexy Nemo. As in Finding Nemo. I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, I figure the miniskirts are plenty attractive enough."
There was a moment where Sarah could only blankly stare at Ivy once that information managed to pierce her brain. Afterwards, she shuddered. "Ew. Ew ew ew. A sexy fish? A sexy fish from a kid's movie? I just - I can't. That's just - no." There was another shudder, and maaaaybe a little bit of flailing. Could anyone blame her?
Ivy certainly didn't, because she was shaking her head almost as much. "I know, right? Who the hell decided that fish are sexy? Fish are not sexy. Fish are the opposite of sexy. They don't even have sex in the traditional mammalian sense, jeez." She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, and shook her head again. "Care Bears I can sort of understand, that way. I don't like it, but I can understand it."
She had followed Sarah's backwards glance, and now she asked, "So are those your friends up there?"
"Huh?" She glanced behind her again, the question thankfully enough to get her mind off of what 'Sexy Nemo' could entail. "Oh, yeah. We're sort of doing a theme this year. The one with the cape is Andy - I call him Andypanda. - and the other guy is Oz. The girl in the other miniskirt is Adrianna. I'm... actually sort of surprised they're leaving me alone."
Ivy looked past Sarah again at the others. "So you're all from Sailor Moon, then? We're all from Doctor Who. Or we were, until Danny decided she wasn't going to and threw the rest of us all off. Not that I know where they are anyway. Do yours interfere a lot?"
"Sometimes. I mean, most of the time, it's payback, because I do everything I can to embarrass them when they're talking to important people. And it's mostly Oz and Andy, since Adri is very-" Turning back around, Sarah looked up the hill one more time before snickering.
"Well, instead of interfering, she'd probably just run down here to get away from the other two. But she probably isn't sure if this conversation is less full of innuendo than that one, so she's... pretending to be deaf. I don't think it's working for her very well."
"She's not too into innuendo?" Ivy asked, sympathetically. "I got a friend like that. Of course, Esther will just shout at you until you shut up. Which is kind of sad, because innuendo is fun. It's an inherently funny word all by itself, actually. Innuendo. In-my-endo." She began to giggle, and didn't stop.
Sarah laughed, answering Ivy with an eyebrow waggle. "I'll in your endo."
Ivy giggled even more, and winked at her. "Please do," she said. "Oh God. Okay. No more sugar for me."
Caught by surprise, Sarah laughed again. "What? Out here? Man, candy makes you bold. I think I'd at least need a dark corner before I really got into anything, demolished bar tab or not."
"Usually I wait until the third date," Ivy said, and giggled again. "Second, tops. Swear to God. I gotta go find Aaron and make him take me home or I'm gonna say something worse." She bounced up and down on her feet for a minute, then said, "Say trick or treat."
Sarah folded her hands behind her back, a wolfish grin creeping across her lips. "How about just treat?"
Ivy thought about it, then said, "Okay, I guess that works." She fumbled around in her purse for a second, then pulled out a pen and said, "I don't have any candy 'cause I ate it, but if you give me your hand I'll give you my number. Good enough?"
Obediently, Sarah held both hands out. "I can get candy from anywhere in the city. I doubt I could get your number anywhere else. And it'll be considered good enough when I can give you a treat. Or trick. Your pick."
"We'll negotiate," Ivy said with a leer, and wrote the number carefully on Sarah's palm, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she wrote. "There. Call me! I know a great bar or six."
"Sweaty bad fun negotiating?" Sarah asked, eyes focused on what she could see of Ivy's tongue. "And what a coincidence. I can totally drink a great bar or six." Or somewhere around that.
"Is there any other kind of negotiating?" Ivy asked, brightly. "Okay. Okay. I'm going to find Aaron. Call me! Don't forget."
"I won't. Cross my heart." Sarah replied, dragging a finger across her chest. "Tell Aaron I said hi."
"For sure," Ivy said, and leered at her once more for good measure before wandering off down the path.
Watching her leave, Sarah turned and started to march back up the hill once Ivy was out of sight. "I love this holiday."
Co-Author: Nikki
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: A tale of two miniskirts.
Date: October 31st, 2012
AU: Phase Crossover
Note: Everyone except Ivy and Aaron belongs to Nikki.
Sarah had to say that her plan worked out perfectly, if she said so herself. Which she did. So obviously, it was a kickass plan and it worked out perfectly, because:
A) She had gotten Andy to wear a cape,
B) they had won the fifty dollar bar tab, and
C) she and Oz had demolished said bar tab in about ten minutes.
So yes, tonight was going well. And then Oz had stolen Andy’s (fake) sword when they had been walking through Central Park, and challenged her to a (fake) swordfight. Like she was going to say no to that. But somewhere along the way, the alcohol had caught up with her, and she realized that Oz was a lot taller and had a much longer reach than her. And a bigger sword - insert some sexual innuendo here.
So, somewhere in between Andy saying something about how they were all going to get arrested, and Adrianna assuring him that Oz could afford bail, Sarah had taken a risk. In her head, it had seemed like the most awesome idea to ever awesome, but when you added a slightly inebriated short woman in heels, with a fake, plastic sword, it went from awesome to potentially stupid. Dodging around Oz, she dashed for a nearby bench, and planned to jump onto it to try and even the height difference a bit.
The next thing Sarah knew, her feet were out from under her, and she was tumbling down a hill that must have appeared out of nowhere, because surely it hadn’t been there a moment before.
She thumped down the short slope and came to rest at the feet of a redhead in a sweater that matched her hair, a miniskirt, and tights. A suspiciously familiar miniskirt and tights. The legs were distracting, though.
"Oh my God!" the redhead got out, between giggles. "Are you okay?"
For a moment, Sarah’s world continued to spin before she was able to focus on a pair of Converse. Tilting her head back, she followed her line of sight to find legs, and more legs, and then some more legs. She reached a miniskirt that she could almost see up.... Sarah was tempted to shift her position just a bit, but decided against it. Like she needed Amy Pond to kick her ass on top of what just happened.
Before she could go any farther with that line of questioning, the laughter from above finally penetrated her post spin and pretty girl fog, and Sarah rolled over to look up the hill. “You lot shut up! I’m trying to flirt here.” Rolling back over, she looked up to the redhead’s face, and put on her best ‘I meant to do that, and that’s why you think I’m awesome smile.’ “Well, hi there. Have you seen my sword?”
Amy Pond tilted her head, and eventually decided to smile. "Nope," she said. "Why? Have you lost it?"
"Well, in all honestly I never really had one," Sailor Uranus answered, before rolling over and finally pushing herself to her feet. Brushing grass off of her legs and arms, there sadly wasn't much she could do for the grass stains on her Sailor Scout outfit. Eh. At least her tiara was still on.
"Luckily for me," she continued, grinning up at Amy, "there's a pretty big business in fake ones. I've got a few more at home."
"This is my jealous face," Amy said, and made a face that could probably be better described as 'obnoxious little sister.' "I want a sword so much but my landlord says I'm not allowed to have any. So unfair."
"Wow, your landlord is a prude," the senshi answered, wrinkling her nose. "And way too nosey. Like it's any of her business what neato toys you have."
Her eyebrow shot up, and then she smiled a smile that could probably be more accurately called a smirk. "Oh, she doesn't get to know about the really neat toys."
Sarah answered her smirk with a wicked grin as her head tilted, curious. "And who does know about your really neat toys?" she asked, batting her eyelashes as her voice came out a sinful purr.
Amy wound a strand of red hair around a finger and looked wistful. "Sadly," she said, "no one. I'm single at the moment." She paused, then added, "I dumped her, but it still kind of sucks to be reduced to going to parties with your brother."
The spark of interest in Uranus' eyes grew and became a bit more visible with that. "Well, well... What a pity for her, where ever she may be." There's a short pause, as she considers her next words, before her grin widens into a smile. "And hopefully, how wonderfully lucky for me."
Amy grinned again, and the hair-winding became more flirtatious. "Maybe," she said. "I would certainly encourage you to try. I'm Ivy, by the by, and you are?"
"Oh, very little encouragement is needed. Trust me." Haruka glanced down to run her gaze over Ivy's legs again, before she looked back to her face (with a few pit stops along the way). "Sarah Obenhaus. Love the name, by the way. Have you ever considered going with it and dressing as the Batman villain of the same name?"
"No, actually," Ivy said, sounding rather thoughtful. "I don't think I'm curvy enough. But I can always be persuaded to try new things." She stretched out a tights-clad leg. "Do you think I'd look good in green?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Sarah pretended to take a moment to consider that, rocking back on her heels to look down at the outstretched leg. "I'd say you're just about right, curve-wise. And I thought it was a universal rule that redheads had to look good in green?"
Ivy gave her a brilliant smile. "Right answer," she said. "So, Sarah Obenhaus, I see you're a fellow miniskirt fan. Although I can't say I recognize the costume." She looked Sarah up and down, slowly-- was she ogling Sarah's legs?
Any ogling that would have been appreciated was blocked out by Ivy's admittance of not recognizing her costume. Staring at Ivy in what could only be described as wide-eyed horror, Sarah could only gape for a short moment. "You've never seen Sailor Moon?"
The other girl gave her a puzzled smile. "Um, no? That's anime, right? I think my sister watches that. Aaron might, too." She shrugged. "I don't really like anime."
"It is so much more than just an anime. And I don't really even like anime," Sarah immediately answered. "For one, it gives me an excuse to dress like this. And two, it is - the best animated show that has ever been on TV. Ever."
"You sound like my sister," Ivy said, and laughed. "She says I'm a philistine. I don't even know how she knows the word philistine but whatever." She shrugged, then gave Sarah another deliberate look. "Although I gotta say, anything that gives you a reason to wear that skirt is okay by me."
Sarah visibly resisted the urge to preen, though she didn't bother resisting the urge to pose. (Possibly, in the background, Andy was trying to get his sword back from Oz. Oz's retort of "But you usually like when I play your sword!" could barely be heard. Oh, boys.) For a moment, Sarah's gaze flickered behind her, because of course they chose to innuendo when she wasn't around! But, pretty girl. More important.
"Right backatcha. I've got to give you props for keeping with the correct outfit, since most girls probably would have tried to... skank it up a bit, or something. I saw slutty Care Bears earlier. It was horrible."
"I can top that," Ivy said, sounding unhappy about it. "Sexy Nemo. As in Finding Nemo. I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, I figure the miniskirts are plenty attractive enough."
There was a moment where Sarah could only blankly stare at Ivy once that information managed to pierce her brain. Afterwards, she shuddered. "Ew. Ew ew ew. A sexy fish? A sexy fish from a kid's movie? I just - I can't. That's just - no." There was another shudder, and maaaaybe a little bit of flailing. Could anyone blame her?
Ivy certainly didn't, because she was shaking her head almost as much. "I know, right? Who the hell decided that fish are sexy? Fish are not sexy. Fish are the opposite of sexy. They don't even have sex in the traditional mammalian sense, jeez." She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, and shook her head again. "Care Bears I can sort of understand, that way. I don't like it, but I can understand it."
She had followed Sarah's backwards glance, and now she asked, "So are those your friends up there?"
"Huh?" She glanced behind her again, the question thankfully enough to get her mind off of what 'Sexy Nemo' could entail. "Oh, yeah. We're sort of doing a theme this year. The one with the cape is Andy - I call him Andypanda. - and the other guy is Oz. The girl in the other miniskirt is Adrianna. I'm... actually sort of surprised they're leaving me alone."
Ivy looked past Sarah again at the others. "So you're all from Sailor Moon, then? We're all from Doctor Who. Or we were, until Danny decided she wasn't going to and threw the rest of us all off. Not that I know where they are anyway. Do yours interfere a lot?"
"Sometimes. I mean, most of the time, it's payback, because I do everything I can to embarrass them when they're talking to important people. And it's mostly Oz and Andy, since Adri is very-" Turning back around, Sarah looked up the hill one more time before snickering.
"Well, instead of interfering, she'd probably just run down here to get away from the other two. But she probably isn't sure if this conversation is less full of innuendo than that one, so she's... pretending to be deaf. I don't think it's working for her very well."
"She's not too into innuendo?" Ivy asked, sympathetically. "I got a friend like that. Of course, Esther will just shout at you until you shut up. Which is kind of sad, because innuendo is fun. It's an inherently funny word all by itself, actually. Innuendo. In-my-endo." She began to giggle, and didn't stop.
Sarah laughed, answering Ivy with an eyebrow waggle. "I'll in your endo."
Ivy giggled even more, and winked at her. "Please do," she said. "Oh God. Okay. No more sugar for me."
Caught by surprise, Sarah laughed again. "What? Out here? Man, candy makes you bold. I think I'd at least need a dark corner before I really got into anything, demolished bar tab or not."
"Usually I wait until the third date," Ivy said, and giggled again. "Second, tops. Swear to God. I gotta go find Aaron and make him take me home or I'm gonna say something worse." She bounced up and down on her feet for a minute, then said, "Say trick or treat."
Sarah folded her hands behind her back, a wolfish grin creeping across her lips. "How about just treat?"
Ivy thought about it, then said, "Okay, I guess that works." She fumbled around in her purse for a second, then pulled out a pen and said, "I don't have any candy 'cause I ate it, but if you give me your hand I'll give you my number. Good enough?"
Obediently, Sarah held both hands out. "I can get candy from anywhere in the city. I doubt I could get your number anywhere else. And it'll be considered good enough when I can give you a treat. Or trick. Your pick."
"We'll negotiate," Ivy said with a leer, and wrote the number carefully on Sarah's palm, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she wrote. "There. Call me! I know a great bar or six."
"Sweaty bad fun negotiating?" Sarah asked, eyes focused on what she could see of Ivy's tongue. "And what a coincidence. I can totally drink a great bar or six." Or somewhere around that.
"Is there any other kind of negotiating?" Ivy asked, brightly. "Okay. Okay. I'm going to find Aaron. Call me! Don't forget."
"I won't. Cross my heart." Sarah replied, dragging a finger across her chest. "Tell Aaron I said hi."
"For sure," Ivy said, and leered at her once more for good measure before wandering off down the path.
Watching her leave, Sarah turned and started to march back up the hill once Ivy was out of sight. "I love this holiday."