Okay. You rest then. *Closes her eyelids and kisses them, then moves over to the replicator.* *** Jackson: Hi, baby. *He kisses her gently.* *** Alex: Wish it wasn't. *He puts a hand to his head as it throbs.* Alex: Well... last night was... wonderful. *He smiles at her.*
Need me to whip up a hangover cure? *Sits next to her gently.* *** *Jackson smiles wider.* Jackson, quietly: Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty. *** *Alex smiles as he looks at her... then sighs and gets back in the bed with her.* Alex, quietly: Tala?
And while you're pregnant? *Tsks at her.* You need to make better decisions, young lady. *Walks over and leans down to her, kissing her.* You never know what might happen. *** *Jackson smiles at her, then leans over and kisses her on the forehead.* *** *Alex stifles another groan, then stands up and goes for his clothes.*
*Looks at Krys, kinda amused.* How much booze did you drink? *** *Jackson slowly begins to wake up.* *** *Alex wakes up and grips his head, groaning with the hangover.*
Jean: I don't know, Doug... *He looks over at where Clara went.* Jean: She... might not after what's been going on. *He looks back... then sighs.* Jean: I'll see what I can do.
*Jean smiles, with glassy eyes.* Jean: Okay. It's okay. *He stands up.* Jean: Are we still... together? Or do you want a break? *He still has the glassy-eyed smile.*
*He blinks.* Jean: I did. You're right. *He backs up, and gets on one knee.* Jean: I don't have a ring but... *He takes her hand.* Jean: Clara, my wonderful, smart, fiery Belle. Will you stay with me for all my life in this cruel universe?
OOC: Gah! And there goes romanticism equal sexes. Let's re-do that, shall we? Jean: It was a trick they played. I swear, Clara, I love you. *He separates and takes her hand.* Jean: You said yes to marrying me, right?
Jean: It was a trick. I swear to you, I love you. With all of my heart. *He separates from her, gets down on one knee again, and holds out his engagement ring.* Jean: Clara, my wonderful, smart, fiery Belle, will you marry me?
*He wipes away her tears.* Jean, shaking his head: I never said that. I would never say that, even under the extremes of torture. They would have to kill me first. *He kisses her gently.* Jean: Did they tell you that? That I hated you? OOC: Always wanted to write something like that.
OOC: Now I'm stuck at school cause director said we leave in an hour, got out after fifteen minutes... god damn... Jean: I'm not toying with you Clara! What's wrong? *He looks genuinely stressed.*
*Jean turns back, hearing something... then immediately sprints to Clara.* Jean: Clara?! Are you okay?! *He kneels down next to her, taking a hand.* OOC: Off for an hour and a few. Band practice. Have a parade to do on Saturday too, so...
*A kid tugs on his mother's arm, pointing at the pond.* Kid: Mommy look! I furry dolphin! Mom: Don't look son, it's a nudist. *She pulls her son away.*