Which one was Wild Things? She knew that there were probably more important things she could be focusing on, but if she didn't puzzle it out now it would just keep bugging her. Kevin Bacon? That sounded right. And someone, Ponyboy maybe, getting poisoned and thrown off a boat. Besides being the closest thing the store had to porn, it might also serve as a timestamp from the 90's. Maybe outside Limp Bizkit or New Kids on the Block, there wasn't much else that was more indicative of the 90's as a decade. And no, she was not going to fact check that any of the things she names were, in fact, from the 90's. It was important, anyway. Not in the grand scheme of things, or even in whatever the opposite of the grand scheme of things was. Like so many other things, it would probably be out of her head and forgotten in, say, 10 minutes. 15 tops. Actually, you know what? Going by the way Ruby was talking, she wouldn't even give it 5. To say that her attention was being held would be an understatement.
Regan didn't really tend to assign roles in their relationship. You know, like Ruby's the guy and Regan the girl, Regan was the top and Ruby was the bottom, that sort of thing. Not just because doing so would require some measure of analyzing and therefore focus and concentration. If there was any one reason, it was because the roles shifted between so fluidly. Maybe today Ruby was taking charge, maybe the other way around. It was often spontaneous, moment by moment. And if there was one thing Regan loved, it was spontaneity. She wondered if that was how normal relationships worked. Not to imply that her relationship with Ruby wasn't normal. What she meant was, she wondered if that was how other relationships worked. She assumed it was a measure of give and take. After all, if a relationship was to thrive, it couldn't repeat the same steps every day. That was how couples ended up in a rut, going through the motions. Considering that, Regan guessed that they were an example of how a relationship was supposed to exist. Granted, she was again mostly basing this on fiction, so really, who knows? Maybe unerring routine was important.
Anyway, speaking of shifting roles, Ruby had some ideas of her own in regards to displays of affection. Maybe it was Regan who initiated the contact, but it was Ruby who was taking charge and continuing it. It was no secret that Regan went week-kneed when Ruby got like this. As much as she might laud fluid relationship roles, she would sing even louder the praises of Ruby taking control. The way her voice lowered into that irresistible purr in particular drew Regan crazy. She couldn't imagine where she'd picked the persona up at. Not to say Ruby being Ruby wasn't sexy, but it was kicked into overdrive when Ruby went into dominant mode. She had to know how sexy it was too, considering how different it was from her normal behavior. When Regan tried to act sexy, it just came off as...awkward and flailing, like all of her inexperience was made manifest. Like her question about dirty movies. It was something she'd seen in a tv show, so why not ask it? Only, she didn't actually know how to incorporate it into, well, anything. She actually thought it'd be distracting. Like, do you you try and act out what they're doing on screen? It'd be (sort of) like watching a movie with subtitles. Your attention would inherently divided, so your attention in both areas would suffer. In a move, that might mean missing a bit of dialogue or an aside glance. With a dirty movie and...other things, it would mean...
She felt like shaking her head again, She was losing focus. Which, considering how closer Ruby was and the look on her face, seemed impossible. "...Personally though, I think we can make do without it, wouldn't you agree?" If Regan didn't currently have her arms wrapped around Ruby's waist, she might have offered a 'whatever you say' sort of shrug, maybe thrown in a glib comment. Instead, she only smiled like the love-struck teenager she was.
In the interest of full-disclosure, Regan often felt out of her depth when it came to the more intimate parts of a relationship. It was a happy form of unfamiliar depth, but it was unfamiliar depth all the same. Ruby had only been with Brian, what, a year? Year-ish? It was still more than enough to put her leagues ahead of Regan. As such, any moments when Regan had the initiative were few and far between. Not that she minded, of course. This was one of those moments where she did not have the initiative and, as always, she found herself not particularly caring. In those moments where the two of them embraced, she belonged to Ruby and only Ruby. Time seemed to slow down, things that were not Ruby seemed to lose importance. She lost herself in those moments, the world around them receding to the point of irrelevance. Even if someone discovered them, normally her worst fear, it wouldn't matter. Not then, and not for a few moments after, not while she still savored the glow. She reciprocated where she could, but this mainly involved the positioning of her hands and making sure they didn't both tumble to the floor if her knees did give out. Still, she loved Ruby taking charge, and wouldn't change it for the world.
And then the kiss was broken, Ruby taking several quick steps away from the guitarist and over to one of the shelves. Dazed, Regan didn't immediately register the creak of the stairs and approaching footsteps. Part of her was as thankful as ever that Ruby thought on her feet, or paid attention, or whatever. A larger part of her was disappointed by the broken contact, and was almost willing to risk discovery for it to continue. She wasn't thinking of course. Even as the two teenagers stepped into the basement, Regan still seemed a little dazed, looking more like a stoned teenager than someone whose kiss was rudely interrupted. She coughed into her hand and tried to gather herself, stepping to the side and over to her belongings. She didn't really listen to the conversation, instead tried to busy herself with tallying up the total price of the DVD's in her hands. She imagined Ruby was more frustrated with the disruption than Regan was. Not to say she was happy it happened, but she was more willing to go with the flow than Ruby.
Still buried in the DVD's even after the boys left, Regan didn't turn until Ruby started talking. It wasn't the first time they had this argument. It probably wouldn't be the last, either. Unless her parents decided to drop the hardcore fundamentalist schtick, there was be nothing she could do about it. It wasn't that she put much stock in the hellfire and damnation thing. For her, religion was something other people did. She guessed there might be a God, but she didn't actively pray to anything. Her parents followed a different school of thought. If they even caught a hint that their daughter was gay, it'd be curtains for her. Lacy, gently wafting curtains. At the very least, she'd be kicked out of the house. Probably disowned. Hawke would be there for her, family-wise, but that would probably be it. There'd be no talking her way out of it, or begging her parents for forgiveness, nothing. Just, boom, you're going to Hell, now get the hell out of the house. Deciding to keep the relationship a secret was probably the single smartest thing she could do. Aside from not enter into a relationship at all, maybe, but that wasn't even on the table.
"I can't risk my parents finding out, Ruby. You know that if they did, they'd kill me. Maybe literally. All it would take it one rumor reaching my dad, and that'd be it. Dad preaches to a pretty large congregation, and I'm sure some of the people there have kids we know. I know you hate the sneaking around, but it's the only thing I can think of." She climbed to her feet before taking a tentative step toward Ruby. "I know I'm not the smartest girl around, but this sneaking around? I can't come up with anything else. Maybe we could go out of town somewhere. Redmond, or Everett? Somewhere we wouldn't run into people we know, I mean. I don't know what else I can say, Ruby."
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth
Lost To the Ages
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- G085--Blake, Alice--Happily Ever After--ALIVE
B096 - Belmont, Edward--Night-Vision Goggles--The Groundskeeper's Hut--DEAD
B112 - Raynor, Micheal--Bagh Nakh--The Loggin Road--DEAD
Coming soon, to a V5 near you
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- Faye Martin just wants to fit in.
Jane Gordan would really appreciate it if you would kindly fuck off.
Regan Flagg thinks that music is pretty cool, and would like to talk about it further especially if you have the same taste in music as she does, which is probably pretty likely, since she's not usually wrong about music. You know?