Christmas 2015: Paige

[Slarti]

<Paige> After leaving the crime scene, Paige had texted Bobby that she needed to see him right away. After she didn't get a response for some time, she had found a leftover bottle of cake vodka. It was empty after a short amount of time. She sat in the corner of her room, hugging her pillow and wishing she had another bottle.

<Bobby> Bobby realized he should have checked his phone before he and Lorna went upstairs, but... well... Now, he found himself at Paige's door and didn't bother to knock. Sure enough, it was open. "Hey, babe, just got your... Paige?" He looked around the room for her.

<Paige> She looked up when she heard his voice, offering a hiccup. "Hey Bobberz..."

<Bobby> "Oh, shit, are you okay?" Bobby turned at the voice and found her, huddled up in a sad little ball in the corner. He went to her and sat on the floor beside her... and wow did she give off fumes.

<Paige> "N...no." She admitted, pressing her hands over her face.

<Bobby> "Aww, Paigey..." He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him for a hug, closing his eyes as he set his chin on top her blonde head.

<Paige> Paige held onto him and hugged him tightly. "Somebody was eaten!"

<Bobby> "Oh. Oh. Oh shit, you went on the Christmas light thingie..." He stroked her hair, wincing. Yeah... she was probably one of the worst people to have seen that from what Jess had said.

<Paige> "Yeeeeeesssss I thought it would be all pretty and happy and a good time to get to know some of the students. I was wroooooong!"

<Bobby> Paige's whine made him wince again. "I'm sorry, babe. Jess told us about it... We didn't ask who else went on the trip yet."

<Paige> "Somebody ate him, Bobby.... ATE him! I don't even want to know what kind of psychological damage goes into eating someone."

<Bobby> "Yeah, it's... bad, from what Jess said..." He went on petting her, wondering how much she'd had to drink.

<Paige> "That poor person..." She sniffled, trying to calm down. "And there's no way I can make it okay."

<Bobby> "Well, no..." He pulled back to look at her, tipping her face up to look at him with a finger under her chin. "There's nothing you could have done there anyway, Paige."

<Paige> "I'm not cut out for this anymore, Bobby. I'm supposed to be a role model for these kids... all I managed to do was scream and throw up."

<Bobby> Well... that sounds like a pretty valid reaction, actually." He gave her a half shrug and a weak smile.

<Paige> That caused her to laugh and hiccup. "Bobby screaming..." she giggled at him.

<Bobby> "Hey, I did... the puking too." His grin grew wider, though the memory still sucked.

<Paige> "Don't believe it. Don't think you're scared of anything.... except an angry Lorna."

<Bobby> That made him laugh. "Angry Lorna is terrifying, but no... hardly. I thought Jay was dead once... when Essex killed all the Fringes... found his bloody feathers and I just, well, lost it."

<Paige> Paige shuddered a bit. "I know it's wrong... but I'm glad Essex is dead." She hiccuped again.

<Bobby> "Yeah..." The world was better off without Essex. It had to be. "I've always been scared, Paigey, of all of this shit. I just try to not let it get to me... as much as possible." He shrugged and waved a hand in front of his face at the hiccup. "Whew."

<Paige> "I guess that's something else we have in common..." She hiccuped again. "Ohhhh should we get more?" She grinned a bit. "I know where Rachel keeps a stash."

<Bobby> "I think Imma have to cut you off, babe. You could start a fire with your breath right about now." He wrinkled his nose at her.

<Paige> "Nuh uuuuhhhhh!" She giggled at him. "I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!"

<Bobby> "Well, you are pretty, you just smell like a distillery right now." Her drunken giggles got him laughing too.

<Paige> "If I was... I would always have booze! This is awesome!"

<Bobby> "Eeew, no. As much as I like booze, there comes a time when there must be blood in the alcohol stream."

<Paige> "But not with cannibals... not with cannibals." Paige shook her head. Nope, not with them around!

<Bobby> "Wha? You trying to pickle yourself for them?"

<Paige> "Maybe they don't like pickles?"

<Bobby> "But maybe they do."

<Paige> "...you are a crafty bastard, you know that?" Paige tried to eye him.

<Bobby> "So I'm told." He leaned in and kissed her cheek and gave her another hug. "Or maybe I just don't want to see your liver on a milk carton."

<Paige> "Awww but I bet it's all cute and sparkly!" She giggled at him again.

<Bobby> "It's probably begging for help right about now, Paigerz." He levered himself up off the floor and held out a hand for her.

<Paige> "Too bad your can't heal it yourself." She giggled at him, which caused another hiccup. Paige took his hand, getting to her feet.

<Bobby> "Just my own," he said, snorting softly at the hiccup. "Can you walk? Remember, one foot goes in front of the other."

<Paige> "Huh?" Paige glanced down at her feet and giggled again. "Well I'll try to remember member that."

<Bobby> Now would be a great time to give her a dance spin, but since he liked his shirt he decided to refrain. "Now... you know nobody is gonna eat you, right?"

<Bobby> He thought about that statement after it was out of his mouth.

<Paige> Paige made a face at him. "What makes you so suuuuure?"

<Bobby> Sofa or bed, bed or sofa. Bed was bigger. He led her there. "Because."

<Paige> "But well... ok... you're the bodyguard. You'd know!" She giggled at him and plopped down onto her bed.

<Bobby> "I am." He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her. Poor Paigey. "I wouldn't let anybody nom on you." He leant in and gave her a dirty grin. "Unless you want them to, of course."

<Paige> That earned him another giggle. "They would have to be really, really cute."

<Bobby> Bobby grinned and reached for the bag of candy on her nightstand. "Mmm, as cute as your gummy bears here?"

<Paige> "Nah... much cuter than the gummy bears. I like to bite their heads off. Rawr!" She did her hand in a cat, paw like scratching motion with her roar.

<Bobby> He paused mid-bite, and threw a gummy at her. "Ouch."

<Paige> "What? Gummies don't have feelings!" Paige giggled and caught the bear in her mouth.

<Bobby> "Yeah, I didn't mean the gummies," he smirked, applauding her catch. Impressive she could do that as drunk as she was.

<Paige> "Oh... oooohhhhhh!” Paige blushed bright red.

<Bobby> Enjoying her blush, his grin just spread.

<Paige> "Don't you have any cute agents? Come onnnnn help me out here!"

<Bobby> "Kyle's single?"

<Paige> "I said cuuuuuuuuuuute." She pushed him a bit.

<Bobby> "Kyle's cute! He'll fetch balls for you!"

<Paige> "Bobbbbyyyyyy..." she whined at him.

<Bobby> "Well." Bobby flicked another gummy at her and laid back beside her. "Darren and I are taken, babe. And Jay's gay as your sofa."

<Paige> She gave him a pouty face. "But what about SHIELD agents? Has to be somebody cute there." She missed that gummy and frowned at it. It was quickly executed for its insolence.

<Bobby> "Well, you've seen Hope's shadows - Stan and Phil?" He shrugged. "They're not my type." Bobby popped a gummy into his own mouth and saved her the trouble of trying to catch by holding one right in front of her nose.

<Paige> Paige took it from him with her hand and bit the gummy's head off. "Well... Phil is pretty cute... probably why Hope hated them following her so much."

<Bobby> "I think she hates anything with a penis other than Johnny," he snorted, picking out a gummy and giving it a good stare before biting its head off too.

<Paige> Paige giggled at him and threw another gummy at his head. "She just needs someone to invest in her... she actually came to my classes, so neer, neer!" She stuck her tongue out at him.

<Bobby> "That's her dad's job. He can add her to his portfolio."

<Paige> Paige giggled more at him. "I'm just saying... I spent time on her, like I do all my students. She really... blossomed. Came to class every day. Maybe it would get her to be less... Hope to you." She grinned at him. "Less Hope! NOOOO hoooooope!"

<Bobby> "I have no hope that she'll be less Hope." He popped another candy into his mouth and gave her a toothy grin. "I got her thinking I hide in her vents and watch her pee."

<Paige> "Bobby! That is terrible!!" Paige couldn't stop herself from laughing though.

<Bobby> "Keeps her out of trouble." He frowned as he chewed his next gummy. "Somewhat."

<Paige> "Well, I guess..." Paige hiccuped again. "I just want to see all of our students reach their potential." And Hope resisted change.

<Bobby> Bobby grunted. "I started teaching her how to use my powers, but then when I got assigned to watch her...” He made a face. “And apparently she thinks I'm fucking Jess. So bleh."

<Paige> Paige giggled at him and grinned. "Ohhh girls..." She shook her head. "Why do you still watch her then? Couldn't you reassign?"

<Bobby> "Not if I want to stay here." He looked over at Paige seriously.

<Paige> Paige tapped his nose gently. "Then we need to make it better for you then."

<Bobby> "You gonna lobotomize her for me?" Bobby gasped, grinning at the nose tap turned on him. "Why Paigey!"

<Paige> "I can't even saaaaaaaaaay that word right now." She grinned. "But I think we can work together! Save a life! Save the world!!"

<Bobby> "No, that's 'save the cheerleader, save the world.'" Picking through the bag for a red gummy, he frowned. "How? She thinks I'm a psycho who would let somebody kill her to get out of my job. I think any chance I had of convincing her otherwise went bye-bye with the Jess thing."

<Bobby> He sighed. "And I decided I may as well get the fear in her the first day, to try to keep her in line."

<Paige> "Or she'll start ditching you like she did Phil and Stan and get herself killed."

<Bobby> "Yeah, well... that didn't occur to me until she went on that mission to get Cess after I fucking told her not to." Bobby sighed again, louder.

<Paige> "Seeee? You have to outsmart her, Bobberz. Make her think it's her idea."

<Bobby> "Yeah... I thought I did." He frowned. "I suppose I really could hang out in her vents..."

<Paige> Paige giggled more at him, throwing a gummy at his head. "Now you're thinking! Creepy... but thinking. Oh oh I know! Get her into therapy, and listen in! Then you know what she really thinks and what her shrink thinks!"

<Bobby> "Isn't that worse than making her think I watch her piss?" Bobby rolled his head back toward her, nose wrinkled.

<Paige> "Same level of creepy?"

<Bobby> "I don't know. I'm not sure how to calculate levels of creepy here. She thinks I watch her with Johnny too."

<Paige> "Clearly you need to build some trust with the poor girl. She's lost her mind!" Paige dissolved into a fit of laughter.

<Bobby> "I dunno, free porn..."

<Paige> "Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!" Paige hit him with her pillow.

<Bobby> "Bow chicka wow wow..." He laughed, rolling up into a ball.

<Paige> Paige laughed even harder, laying back on her bed. "This is the part of teaching I really like... getting to help someone."

<Bobby> Bobby peeked up at her since the assault had stopped. "Yeah..."

<Paige> Paige smiled over at him. "When did we become grown ups?"

<Bobby> "That happened?"

<Paige> "Did it? Are we grown ups? I mean, you have a baby coming soon..."

<Bobby> "I do." He grinned, uncurling. "I suppose we are." He tucked some blonde hair behind her ear.

<Paige> "Is it too late to take it back?"

<Bobby> "Probably... but I like the Nile this time of year."

<Paige> Paige giggled at him, grinning up at him. "Yeah... I think I do too."

[steyn]

Poor Kyle, he has a hurt now.

[tears~fall~like~glass]

Rachel: Rachel had met Paige at Vito's and, after a few drinks, was feeling better about seeing her mother. While it hadn't gone horribly and could be considered a success, it didn't change the fact she was spending Christmas alone... Well, not alone. Without Josh. Returning to the table with their drinks, she retook her seat next to Paige, stating, "I think I need to drink a lot more than this."

Paige: "I think you need to drink a lot more than this too! More drinks!!!" Paige slapped her credit card down onto the table.

Rachel: She eyed her glass, lifted it, and chugged the contents. Giving a grin, Rachel added, "More festive drinks!"

Paige: "Yay egg nog!!!" Paige waved down a waiter to get more egg nog. "I am so excited we did this! And without stupid happy Bobby too."

Rachel: Somewhere in her mind, she was aware of the fact she hated egg nog, but she didn't find herself caring at the moment. Her expression soured slightly at the mention of Bobby and how he was likely having an enjoyable Christmas... "Ugh, I know. Lucky bastard."

Paige: "Bastard... and stupid happy Lorna too. Fuck both those guys!" Paige downed her drink.

Rachel: "Can we, like, just get a pitcher?" Rachel asked as their new round was set in front of them. Then, she returned to their conversation, "I know, right? Fuck them and their stupid, happy, baby-loving coma... Oh, and fuck Sel and Darren for spending Christmas with the stupid, happy people..."

Paige: "Yeah them too." Paige downed her next drink, glad when she saw the pitcher on its way. "This really, really sucks, Rachie. Our lives suck."

Rachel: "I knooooow," Rachel groaned as she reached for her own drink. Having picked up her glass, she slung an arm over Paige's shoulder and leaned against her, "It really fucking suuucks, but... but..." Shit. What was she going to say? She glanced up to the other girl, "But at least we can drink together!"

Paige: A grin spread across Paige's face.

Paige: "You bet we can!! And it'll be the best drinking we've ever done!"

Rachel: She knocked back her drink and placed the glass down on the table, "Y'know what else sucks?"

Paige: "Ummmm whaaaat?" Paige grinned at her friend.

Rachel: "The asshole that's checking us out from the bar..." Rachel rolled her eyes, grabbing the table to pull herself upright and proceeding to pour them both another drink.

Paige: "Whaaat? Is he cute?" Paige had to look.

Rachel: "Does it matter if he's a douchebag?" Because she could see some of the things he was fantasizing about, and... Ew. Plus, she clearly had a ring on. Wait... She had a ring on. She glanced between it and Paige, an idea forming.

Paige: "Well... the last one was a douchebag too..." Paige trailed off, looking at Rachel again. Why didn't she like that look?

Rachel: "You are going to hate me," Rachel decided as she placed her arm back around Paige's shoulders and caught her lips. Maybe it was clear that neither of them were single now... That made sense, right? Actually, she wasn't sure it did, but she liked to think it did. Regardless, his shocked look was totally worth it.

Paige: It did take a few moments, but once she realized what was going on, Paige flailed to get away.

Rachel: Having managed to avoid being hit by Paige's flailing, Rachel slumped over the table in a fit of giggles, forcing out, "I think... I think that got rid of him... Maybe..."

Paige: "What was that for!?" Paige downed more egg nog to sanitize her mouth.

Rachel: "Because... Because I love you? And, um... And I was saving you from another douchebag...?" Those were both valid reasons.

Paige: "I think I have to go to confession after that!" Paige dissolved into a fit of laughter.

Rachel: "I also like blondes," Rachel stated as an afterthought and went for some more of her own egg nog once she was sure she was done laughing. After a sip, she added, "...Though not girls... But it was for a good cause, even if you have to go confess."

Paige: "Raaaacccchhhhiiiieeeeee... I feel dirty! You kissed a girl and you liked it!"

Rachel: "It's just the taste of your cherry chapstick," Rachel got out before another round of giggles.

Paige: Paige just stared at Rachel, dumbfounded... then giggled too. "You are horrible!"

Rachel: "It's a talent."

Paige: Paige shook her head and sighed, downing another glassful. "Well, at least you aren't stupid Bobby or Stupid Lorna."

Rachel: "Nope, just stupid Rachel..."

Paige: "Stupid Lorna... and stupid baby...."

Rachel: The smile dropped at that, and she poured another drink, "Yeeaaah..."

Paige: "I want a baby..... Raaaachiiiieeeee I want a baaaaaaaaaaby!"

Rachel: "Josh and I talked about a baby. A lot. Or adopting." Despite her disgusted expression at the mere thought of having a child, she admitted, "I think I would've given in... eventually..."

Paige: "I... I lost one..." Paige admitted to Rachel.

Rachel: She simply eyed Paige for a few moments. Once she realized she was staring, Rachel quickly took a drink to give her time to think of an appropriate response to that. "...We should get you a baby."

Paige: "A pretty baby?" Paige looked up, hopeful.

Rachel: "The prettiest," she sagely nodded.

Paige: "...the prettiest baby.... at Christmas time..." Paige tried to think.

Rachel: "...Jesus. The whole miserable fucking holiday is about him."

Paige: "Baby Jesus! I want a Baby Jesus, Rachie! I demand a Baby Jesus!"

Rachel: "I will get you a baby Jesus, Paigey," Rachel said as she stood, draining what was left in her glass and swaying in place. Holding her empty glass up, she declared, "To a manger!"

Paige: "To a man-" hiccup "-ger!" Paige was on her feet.

Rachel: Somehow, Rachel managed to make it out of Vito's with Paige in tow and took a glance around, scanning the area for any police. Seeing none, she pointed in a direction and started to stumble down the sidewalk... Though she was under the impression she was walking in the greatest straight line known to man. "I think there's a church this way..."

Paige: "I thought it was that way?" Paige pointed in the clearly wrong direction, leaning on Rachel for support.

Rachel: "...Is it?" she asked, glancing back to the other girl, "Fuck... If this way is wrong, we'll come back and go that way?"

Paige: "Okiiiie doooookie!" Paige giggled at her. "Well... you are a good kisser... for the record."

Rachel: Rachel shot her a wicked grin, "Oh, I know."

Paige: Paige giggled more, nearly falling over.

Rachel: Wrapping an arm around her friend's waist, she managed to keep Paige upright and used her free hand to pull the hood on her sweatshirt over her head. Well, it was Josh's hoodie, but whatever. Looking over to Paige as they approached the church, she smirked and teased, "Interested in another before we get to the church, so you have more to confess? I mean, may as well make it worth the guy's time, right?"

Paige: "Well it's totally not fair that Bobby and Lorna get all the kisses!" Paige kissed Rachie.

Rachel: Having not been expecting it, despite her suggestion, Rachel lost her balance and fell over, ending up with Paige on top of her while lip-locked.

Paige: "EEEEEEEE!" Paige held onto Rachel, not expecting them to fall over.

Rachel: Rachel was so confused as to why the sky was suddenly in her line of vision when the church had been right there. Regardless, she held onto Paige as well, "We need that baby."

Paige: "Baby!!" Paige was on it. She was up and after the baby Jesus in the manger.

Rachel: "Witnesses!" she hissed after her, rolling onto her stomach. Damn, the pavement was cold. She shuddered, got back to her feet, and spun in a circle until she caught sight of Paige. Right, that way!

Paige: "Then fix it!" Paige rolled her eyes. Silly telepath!

Rachel: Rachel started to mask them when she realized there was nobody in the area, so it didn't even matter. "Snatch it, and we'll head back to the labyrinth! ...I mean, school!"

Paige: "No... No... Rachel... we can't keep the baby...." Paige cuddled the baby Jesus. "We have to take it to Jason... he needs Jesus!"

Rachel: "Oh, he totally dooooes!" Rachel agreed, not that she was one to say anything about needing Jesus. "And a Santa hat! And lights!"

Paige: "Yes yes yes! Because he's a veeeggggie taaaaaales, veggie taaaaaaales, veggie taaaaaales, veggie tales!" Paige sang at her.

Rachel: On some level, she was aware it was wrong to be giggling and attempting to sing along because it was her fault he was in that state, but they would fix it with all this. "Now... To Jason!"

Rachel: ...Once she knew which direction the school was in.

[Ferguson]

This is the best Christmas instance ever.

[tears~fall~like~glass]

Paige: Paige as she yawned, then paused. She was warm... too warm. She opened her eyes and blinked. She was cuddled up with Rachel... on the floor... and where were her pants!?

Rachel: As Rachel's consciousness returned, a wave a nausea washed over her, and she groaned. She felt horrible... and cold... and... And, she needed to lose the contents of her stomach. Bolting upright, she scrambled for the trashcan.

Paige: "Aaaaaaaacccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!" Paige shielded her eyes from shirtless (but still in a bra) Rachel.

Rachel: She had thought she was done heaving, but she wasn't. After another round of retching, she felt more confident in this assumption and brought an arm up to wipe her mouth on her sleeve... except she didn't have a sleeve. Okay, so she needed to find her hoodie at some point. Rachel released the trashcan from her death grip, cringing at the noise it made when it hit the floor, and twisted around to squint at Paige.

Rachel: Her brow furrowed, "What are you doing?"

Paige: "You are naked!" Well, mostly... irrelevant.

Rachel: "What?!" she gasped out. Then, she looked down at herself. Well, fuck. She needed to find her shirt at some point as well. Looking back up to Paige, she rolled her eyes, "You don't have any room to talk!"

Paige: Paige gave Rachel a baffled look, then looked down at herself. "Why am I pantsless?!" She tried to find a blanket or pants to put on.

Rachel: Rachel reached for the trashcan once more and spoke into it when she was done. "What the fuck did we do last night?"

Paige: "I don't knoooooow! We were at Vito's.... I think..."

Rachel: "I remember Vito's. I met you there after I talked to my mom, we had some drinks... Ugh, I think we had egg nog..."

Paige: "Of course we did... it's Christmas time... Rachel?" Paige looked over at her.

Rachel: She pulled her head from the trashcan, eying Paige over the rim, "Yeah?"

Paige: "Why is Jason snuggling with Baby Jesus?" Paige couldn't even address the Christmas lights, santa hat, or the cotton ball beard. All of that seemed normal compared to Jason with Jesus.

Rachel: Rachel blinked and turned her head to look over at the bed, suddenly realizing they were in the medlab in Jason's room. Christmas lights had been strung along the perimeter of his bed, and he was wearing a Santa hat and beard as well as holding baby Jesus, who appeared to be wrapped in their missing clothing. She simply repeated, "...What the fuck did we do last night?"

Paige: "You're the telepath... can't you remember?" Paige poked the baby, wanting her pants, but this was creepy.

Rachel: "Being a telepath doesn't make me immune to the effects of alcohol," she rolled her eyes once more and worked to get to her feet, falling back against the wall. She was so not ready for walking. "I remember having drinks, cursing Bobby and Lorna, more drinks, kissing you, and talking about babies..."

Paige: "Why are you kissing me!?" Paige licked the back of her hand. "Ew, ew ew!"

Rachel: "Hey, I'm not any more pleased about it than you," she protested.

Paige: "Hey you already got to vomit. No fair."

Rachel: Even though she felt like shit, she smirked, "Pfft, I totally remember you telling me it was good."

Paige: "I can neither confirm nor deny that... but I can say that this is a baby Jesus... and we are going to hell."

Rachel: "If Hell exists, I've had a spot reserved for a long time," Rachel decided, finally feeling up to approaching Jason. She reached to take the baby from Jason's arms and tossed Paige her pants.

Paige: After putting her pants on, Paige felt better about talking. "It does, and I think I just won myself a spot... I can't imagine the penance I will get for this."

Rachel: She set the baby down and pulled the yellow, sleeveless security top on. Much warmer. "I'm assuming it was fun and not feeling too badly about it." Her hoodie got slung over her shoulder before she reached for the baby again, "Also, what do we do with the kid?"

Paige: "Well we can't take him back... I guess he should live here with Jason. After all... he needs Jesus."

Rachel: "Of course we can't take him back... I can't get in trouble," she shook her head and frowned, "That seems like a waste though... even if he does need him."

Paige: "Well... what do you suggest then?" Paige ran her fingers through her hair. She needed a shower. And a toothbrush.

Rachel: "We stole him. He ours... and you wanted a baby..." Rachel held him out to Paige, also feeling the need for both those things.

Paige: "I guess he can come live in the cosmetology lab...." Paige reluctantly took the baby Jesus. "This is so not the baby I meant."

Rachel: "If you don't want him, I'll keep him."

Paige: "Share him?" She offered, looking up at Rachel again. "After all.. he is meant to be shared with the world."

Rachel: Rachel looked between Paige and the plastic baby, "...Are we really drawing up a custody agreement over a fake baby?"

Paige: "It is not a fake baby! It is a very real baby!" Paige pouted at her.

Rachel: She merely stared at Paige for a few moments. Then, she stated, "Every other week."

Paige: "And alternate holidays." Paige blinked then stared at Rachel. "Oh we are so weird."

Rachel: "Holidays together... unless we actually end up with lives," Rachel countered and nodded in agreement. "...We are."

Paige: "No you're right. Holidays together. We have a family together now." Paige snickered a bit.

Rachel: She snorted, holding onto the bed's guard rails, careful of the lights, to keep herself steady, "...We need to inform Bobby and Lorna we have a family. After a shower, painkillers, and more sleep."

Paige: "I can't wait to hear their reaction to that!" Paige laughed and cuddled the baby. "But I agree... showers are in order. Meet for lunch?"

Rachel: "As long as there's no eggnog..." Just the thought of it made her stomach turn.

Paige: "Noooo. No more eggnog... ever. Baaaad Paige and her eggnog. Horrible idea."

Rachel: "Completely awful idea," she nodded as she started for the door. "Maybe there'll be leftovers from dinner or something... If not, I vote for ordering pizza."

Paige: "I am for ordering pizza regardless. Yaaaaay Pizza." Paige said, but she lacked energy behind her words.

Rachel: Rachel added with about as much enthusiasm, "Woo, pizza."

[Ferguson]

Lorna's going to be backing away slowly if they suggest playdates

[tears~fall~like~glass]

[Ult_Sm86]

I'm stamping this now as

Paighel

[Slarti]

You guys better not be doing this as a fake-out is all I have to say.

[tears~fall~like~glass]

[Slarti]

Bitches.

[Chaos]

[TechPrincess]

Overruled.

[tears~fall~like~glass]

[Chaos]

[tears~fall~like~glass]

[tears~fall~like~glass]

Paige: After a long day of preparing the lab for the upcoming semester, Paige worked on sweeping out her lab. "Allllllmost done!" She sang out to herself, going for the mop.

Rachel: Rachel had spent most of her day in bed, which wasn't all that unusual. However, it was due to coming in late from the airport instead of a hangover. Once she'd managed to drag herself from bed, she'd dug through her shopping and found Paige's present, figuring she may as well get gift-giving over with. Plus, something that wasn't baby Jesus would likely be good.

Rachel: Catching the singing, she called as she stepped into the lab, "Well, hurry up and finish, so I can give you your present!"

Paige: Paige jumped at the voice, then squealed, pouncing on her. "Rachie!" She gave her friend a happy hug. "You're back!"

Rachel: Rachel swayed, flailing a bit to keep her balance and a hold on the gift, as she was attacked with the hug. "Yeah, sadly, SHIELD might be a bit displeased if I spent the rest of my time lounging on the beach instead of suffering students."

Paige: Paige relaxed her hug a bit. "Oh poo on SHIELD... but I'm so glad you're back!" She tightened it again.

Rachel: Snorting, she wrapped her arms around Paige to return the hug for once, "As nice as it was, I don't think I could've stayed forever anyway. Nowhere's better than New York."

Paige: "Truth!" Paige giggled and finally broke the hug to get back to mopping. "I'll speed mop!"

Rachel: Rachel found a desk to sit on with a grin, asking, "How was your hangover after Christmas? And the rest of break?"

Paige: "Ohhh don't you worry about me." Paige flashed her a grin. "I don't drink too much without you or Bobby. And since you both left me..." she trailed off.

Rachel: She rolled her eyes, "It's not like I knew I was getting a vacation for Christmas."

Paige: Paige giggled and poked her as she passed with the broom. "Yeah yeah! You and Bobby got to lounge on beaches and I stayed here and cleaned the lab."

Rachel: "Oh, come on, the beach totally wasn't more exciting than that..." Rachel replied with only a hint of sarcasm, leaning in an attempt to avoid the broom. She also pointed out, "And, hey, no one's going to have a better Christmas story than getting drunk, kissing me, stealing Jesus, and decorating Jason. You totally win there."

Paige: "Well... erm.. yeah." Paige was a bright red at the reminder of her kisses with Rachel. "There's that, yeah?" She quickly finished the mopping.

Rachel: It took her a moment to decipher exactly what there was to be embarrassed about as she watched Paige finish the mopping. Once she had, she averted her gaze, figuring she should probably leave that bit out when retelling the story. It wasn't that big of an accomplishment anyway, right? "Yeah, totally."

Paige: "Soooo how was the beach?!" Paige hopped up onto the next next to Rachel, pulling out a bag of gummy bears.

Rachel: Rachel smirked, holding out a hand for some gummy bears, "Sandy."

Paige: Paige slid the bag between them to share, kicking her feet a bit. "Mmmm glad you had a good time though." She popped a bear into her mouth.

Rachel: "Yeah, it was pretty fun. We also shopped, hence the gift..." Rachel offered the small bag, "Well, and I didn't do any shopping before Christmas... because fuck shopping before Christmas."

Paige: "Well now I feel bad... I didn't do any Christmas shopping." Paige peeked in the bag and let out a squeal. "Rachie!"

Rachel: Rachel about choked on her gummy bear at the squeal, recovering with a shrug, "I don't need anything."

Paige: "Well still.. this is amazing!" Paige slid the pink bracelet on her wrist. "I'll just have to buy you a new pair of shoes."

Rachel: "...I'm not even sure where I'd put a new pair of shoes."

Paige: "On your feet. Duh!" Paige grinned at her.

Rachel: Rachel laughed, shaking her head, "Well, of course."

Paige: Paige giggled and ate another gummy bear. "Glad to have you back. It was boring without you."

Rachel: "I can't be that exciting."

Paige: "You are the only excitement around this place."

Rachel: "I'll be sure to hold my status over Bobby," she grinned.

Paige: "Well he wasn't here either. But yes. Gloat over him! After all. He never got a kiss." Paige realized what she said, her face turning bright red again.

Rachel: "Yeah, but you said I'm the only excitement around this place, which includes when he is here... So, I will gloat over him." Rachel eyed Paige, smirking slightly at the blush and popping a gummy bear in her mouth. Eventually, after running through a number of possible comments, she replied, "I'm sure he did... Just not from one of us."

Paige: "Stupid happy couples." Paige glared at a gummy bear before biting its head off.

Rachel: "You don't even have to be drunk!"

Paige: Paige laughed and her and sighed. "Obviously I'm happy for them... but it still sucks from the outside."

Rachel: Rachel considered that over a few gummy bears of her own, nodding. "Yep, I can see how it fucking sucks."

Paige: Paige sucked on her gummy bear and passed a jar to Rachel. "Quarter."

Rachel: She blinked at the empty jar and then over at Paige, "What?"

Paige: "You cussed. Quarter goes in the jar."

Rachel: "...Really?"

Paige: "...Yes." Paige gave Rachel a very serious look.

Rachel: Rachel gave her one in return, "I'm not giving you a quarter for saying fuck."

Paige: "50 cents."

Rachel: "...No."

Paige: "Yes."

Rachel: She ate another gummy bear, shaking her head.

Paige: Paige pouted hard at her.

Rachel: Rachel stared at her for a few moments, frowning as she relented and dug through her pocket for some change. "This is stupid."

Paige: "No it isn't... it's important around students! It sets a good example."

Rachel: "Everyone knows I'm a bad example. It was all over the news," she rolled her eyes. "So, since you didn't have any fun the entire time I was gone... Vito's later?"

Paige: "Sure! I'll buy first round," Paige volunteered.

Rachel: "Awesome, you can use the money I just gave you."

Paige: "That'll pay for the tax!

Paige: " Paige scooped it up with a giggle.

Rachel: "Glad I could help," Rachel snickered, glancing down to the floor. It looked dry enough. Hopping down, she snagged a few more gummies, "Right, so... No stealing Jesus or spending the night with Jason this time?"

Paige: "Well... I can promise one of those things..." Paige grinned at her, hopping down too.

Rachel: "I hope it's Jason because I don't think we can dodge Monet a second time."

Paige: "Exactly. But Baby Jesus is lonely..."

Rachel: "We'll have to see about getting him a friend. Maybe."

Paige: "He's Jesus! He doesn't need a girlfriend! Maybe his own nativity with us though?"

Rachel: "I said friend, not girlfriend," Rachel pointed out with a roll of her eyes, adding, "Do you know how many times we'll have to get drunk to steal an entire nativity scene piece by piece?"

Paige: "Not if you do it right this time." Paige poked her.

Rachel: "And what did I do wrong last time?"

Paige: "I stole the baby. You could steal the whole thing."

Rachel: She raised an eyebrow, "While I'm so drunk I'm on my ass?"

Paige: "Who says you need to be drunk!?"

Rachel: "Well, we were going to Vito's first... Why would I go to Vito's and not get drunk?"

Paige: "So you want to do this all tonight?" Paige grabbed her coat, slipping it on.

Rachel: Rachel shrugged from her spot by the door, "Did you have any better plans for tonight?"

Paige: "Well... no...." Paige shifted her weight a bit, studying Rachel. "Ok then. Drunken thievery! Oh, and you owe me another quarter." She held out her hand this time.

Rachel: "Worried about having to confess again?" she asked, smirking, at Paige's hesitation. Once she realized how that could be taken, Rachel focused intently on digging the third coin from her pocket, reluctantly surrendering it.

Paige: "Maybe I'll get you into the booth this time." Paige snickered at her.

Rachel: Rachel shot her a wicked grin, "I imagine you'll have a lot more to confess to then." ...Okay, that was bad. She should just shut up. At least when she was drunk, she had an excuse for her comments, but now she was lacking one. Face coloring slightly, she quickly added, "So, I'm going to change, and I'll meet you downstairs?"

Paige: Paige worked her mouth to find a reply. "Yeah... meet downstairs!" She quickly hurried to her room. Her room was safe!

Rachel: Once she was also safely in her room, she leaned back against the door, letting her head fall back against it hard as she let out a breath. She still couldn't believe she'd actually just said that. To Paige. What the hell was wrong with her?

[tears~fall~like~glass]

Rachel: Rachel was swaying and grasped at the bar, holding the edge tightly as she stared hard at the countertop. Ooooh, a shot. Reaching for it with her free hand, she downed it and set the tiny glass down a bit more forcibly than intended, pulling a face as she looked over to Paige and asked, "What round are we on again? Not a high enough one if I'm asking, right?"

Paige: Paige hiccuped at her. "I forgot..." She giggled at Rachel, poking her arm. "I forgot!" She giggled more.

Rachel: She snickered and attempted to swat at one of Paige's hands, shaking her head, "Because that's something that doesn't happen often..."

Paige: She leaned in close to eye Rachel, then burst into a fit of giggles, backing up again. "Nope!" She reached for another shot. "More booze!"

Rachel: Rachel gave her a wary look as she leaned in and let out a sigh of relief when she backed off again. She reached for the new shot and cursed profusely as it sloshed because she wasn't actually paying attention to the drink. She pulled her gaze back to the bar, taking the glass as carefully as she could with her other hand, trying to shake the booze off the one as she took the shot.

Paige: "Stop wasting good boooooze." Paige ran her fingers through Rachel's hair. "I need to get ahold of this again..."

Rachel: "I'm not trying to!" she protested, biting down on her lip at the fingers through her hair. People touching her hair still reminded her of Josh... She motioned for their next round, wishing it'd just instantly appear from thin air, and put on a grin, eyebrows going up, "Oh, really?"

Paige: "Yes... I am your hair stylist after all. I styyyle haaaaair!" Paige grinned with her goofy grin. "Whadaya think of Phil? the SHIELD Agent?"

Rachel: "You do... Wait... How are we styling my hair?" Rachel asked, blinking. As the next shot arrived, she immediately took it and risked glancing over to the other girl at the questions. "What about him?"

Paige: "Something pretty for Rachie! Pretty pretty hair!" Paige played with it a bit. "And I don't know.. do you think he's cuuuuute?

Rachel: She wasn't sure whether she wanted another shot or if a drink to chug would be better at that. "...I, um... I don't know. I haven't really been, y'know, looking... Hell, kissing you is the most I've had going on like that..."

Paige: "Yeah me too..." Paige admitted. "Well look at Phil for me next time! He's supposed to be a nice guy. Ohhhh you should get in his miiiind and find out!"

Rachel: "At least it was good," Rachel commented. Now she was just debating whether drowning herself in a drink was possible. As for the whole thing with Phil, she made a face, "That's usually frowned upon. Apparently, it's not ethical or some other bullshit, according to Xavier."

Paige: "Ohhh what's the point of having telepathy then?" Paige pouted at her. She wanted to know if Phil thought she was cute!

Rachel: Rachel had absolutely no desire to know what Phil thought about Paige. For all she knew, it was potentially scarring, and she didn't want to find out. Plus... Just no. "...I have no idea."

Paige: Paige fixed Rachel's hair for her with a smile. "There! Pretty!"

Rachel: Rolling her eyes, Rachel decided that meant it was her turn to fix Paige's hair... which really meant brushing most of it into her face. "There! Now you look like I usually do!"

Paige: "I can't see!" Paige protested, trying to fix it.

Rachel: "You don't need to see to drink!"

Paige: "Yes I do! I might have spillage like yooooou."

Rachel: "Pfft," Rachel scoffed, grabbing her own glass and placing Paige's in her hand, "There. Now you don't."

Paige: Paige peeked at her through her blonde hair. "Yay! Thanks!" She downed her drink.

Rachel: Setting the empty glass back on the bar, Rachel giggled and shook her head, reaching out to carefully fix Paige's hair, "You just look ridiculous..."

Paige: "I told you... fix it fix it!" Paige leaned a bit closer to make it easier for Rachel to reach.

Rachel: Rachel leaned a bit closer herself, running her fingers through the blonde hair as she gave her an incredulous look, "I still remember, like, thirty seconds ago. You didn't tell me. You whined you couldn't see."

Paige: "That's because I could't see... I looked ridiculous." Paige wrinkled her nose at the redhead as her own hair was fixed.

Rachel: She eyed Paige for a few moments, taking in the expression with a slight smile. "Well, now you look better."

Paige: "Yay I can seeeee!" Paige flounced her hair a bit, waving for more drinks. "We look sexy!"

Rachel: Rachel glanced down at herself and shook her head, "Maybe you do."

Paige: "Awww come on Rachie... you look sexy too."

Rachel: "Eh. I guess I don't look too bad," she shrugged, taking up her new drink.

Paige: Paige gave her a harsh look, looking up up and down. "I do this for a living, Rachie. I knooooow.. I KNOOOOW!"

Rachel: Rachel about snorted her shot as she giggled, setting it back on the bar before she spilled some of it as well.

Paige: "Now then... we have a family to create. Yes?" Paige attempted to get to her feet.

Rachel: ...And, at this rate, she was never going to finish her last shot, however she did manage to get out, "That's what she said."

Paige: Paige gave her a look, then giggled happily at her. "You are so craaaaazyyyy." Paige offered Rachel her hand to help her up.

Rachel: Finally getting the shot down, Rachel took the help and gave a bit of a shrug, "Can't deny that."

Paige: There was more giggling. Paige linked arms with her. "Tonight... is gonna be a good night!"

[tears~fall~like~glass]

Paige: Paige lay with her head down on the table, her steaming cup of coffee sitting beside her. "Uggggggggggggh." She whined at Rachel.

Rachel: "Not so loud," Rachel muttered. Her own cup of coffee was completely untouched, as she was far more in favor of her face bonding with the table as well. "That's 'bout how I feel though."

Paige: "You got me arrested..." Paige whined at her.

Rachel: She opened her eyes long enough to peer over at the mess of blonde hair next to her, grumbling, "Did not."

Paige: Paige shot Rachel a look through her hair. "Yes... yes you did."

Rachel: "Got yourself arrested."

Paige: "Did not... you were the look out."

Rachel: Rachel shook her head as well as she could with her cheek pressed to the table, arguing, "I told you that I'm not useful when I've fallen on my ass... Plus, who thought baby Jesus needed friends? Because it wasn't me."

Paige: "Yeah, huh... remember? I thought you said girlfriend. I remember thaaaat." Paige rubbed her forehead.

Rachel: "I hope you remember that. It was before we ever got to the bar," she commented, grudgingly sitting up. Once she had, she promptly slumped over again. Yeah, sitting up was unacceptable. "It's not a big deal anyway. We just sat in the drunk tank all night."

Paige: "I've never been arrested before..." Paige pouted a bit, sitting up to look Rachel over.

Rachel: Rachel opened her eyes at the sound of Paige shifting and wasn't sure she'd seen her look so pathetic. "Well, hey, at least it was just a little theft," she managed a slight smirk, "It beats being tackled, put in a chokehold, and arrested for being a terrorist." It didn't take long for the smirk to drop. Still a bit too soon to be joking about that.

Paige: Paige reached across the table and took Rachel's hand. "Rachie..."

Rachel: She forced herself to sit up again, looking down at their hands and blinking, "Paige..."

Paige: Paige rubbed her face with her other hand, then stared at Rachel again. "I think it's time we admitted something."

Rachel: Rachel blinked a few more times. Was she still unconscious in jail? And, if so, what the fuck was wrong with her mind? She had absolutely no idea what they were supposed to be admitting and let her head fall to rest against the back of the chair, squeezing her eyes shut once she realized there were lights up there. Only one way to find out what Paige was on about... "What are we admitting?"

Paige: "That we're running away from our problems and avoiding them rather than facing them... I think it's time to stop drinking."

Rachel: ...This was a nightmare.

Paige: At her lack of words, Paige tried to meet her eyes. "I'm serious..."

Rachel: Rachel groaned, "...How can you be this serious right now?"

Paige: "Because I was just in jail..."

Rachel: Biting back her first response, she heaved a sigh and would've given an eyeroll if she hadn't been staring at the back of her eyelids. What was a nicer response to that? Actually, not responding and changing the subject was better, "We can't drink and face them?"

Paige: "Doesn't work like that, Rachie," Paige told her softly, finally taking her hand back. "You don't have to do this alone."

Rachel: Rachel curled her now empty hand into a fist, shaking her head. Not at all wanting to have this discussion, she simply mumbled, "Yeah..."

Paige: Paige took a silent sip of her coffee, mulling things over in her head.

Rachel: She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, resting her elbows on the table and placing her face in her hands. After a few moments of attempting she think through her headache, she blew out another sigh. "I don't know, Paige..."

Paige: "I don't want to either... but I think it's the best thing for us to do. It's not like I'm taking your cigarettes away..."

Rachel: "Ugh, don't even speak of that."

Paige: Paige smiled at her, patting her hand again. "We can do this... together."

Rachel: Rachel wasn't so sure about that and moved to stand, cringing at the sound of the chair scraping against the floor. She grabbed her cup of coffee and went to dump it, seeing as she wasn't going to drink it. "We'll see, I guess."

Paige: "I guess we can only take it one day at a time anyway."

Rachel: "Well, then... Today..." she paused, leaning against the counter as she thought, "I think I'm going to die in bed after a shower."

Paige: "See? You have good ideas too." Paige rubbed her forehead again.

Rachel: "Not often enough," Rachel muttered. She bit down on her lip as she considered Paige, "Think you can make it to your room?"

Paige: "I... don't know," Paige admitted, finishing her coffee. "Guess we'll find out?"

Rachel: "I'll make sure you get there," she rolled her eyes, putting on another smirk despite her mood, "Least I can do after getting you in trouble."

Paige: "You could just stay on my couch... my room is closer." Paige leaned against Rachel as they headed for the stairs.

Rachel: Rachel considered the offer. On one hand, she really wanted a shower. On the other... "Eh, fuck taking a shower. I'll just do that."

Paige: "I don't think I could stand through one anyway," Paige laughed, sighing a bit.

Rachel: "I didn't plan on standing," she shook her head. "Just dying on the couch seems more appealing at the moment."

Paige: Paige just shook her head, which caused it to hurt worse. Yeah... No more drinking was a good idea. "Fair point. Crashing for the day is the plan now. Maybe pizza later..."

Rachel: Rachel considered that plan. "Agreed."

[Slarti]

Rachel needs to hold Paige's hair while she pukes to complete the transformation into Paige's new sofa ornament.

[tears~fall~like~glass]

Paige: Rachel had been staying with Paige for several days, which was just fine with Paige. She loved having the company. She happily snuggled into her pink sheets, getting much needed rest.

Rachel: Rachel had been going back and forth between Paige's room and her own, spending most of the day in hers and invading Paige's in the evening. If she was there, she was far less tempted to go out drinking. However, her sleep was far from restful, and it had nothing to do with the fact she was stuck on the pink couch.

Paige: Paige mumbled in her sleep and rolled over, snuggling her teddy bear.

Rachel: Turning in her sleep, Rachel teetered on the edge of the cushions before going crashing to the floor, sharply inhaling as she awoke. Being sandwiched between the couch and coffee table wasn't exactly the most comfortable way to lay, but it was the least of her concerns. She rested her forehead against the floor, sniffling. Maybe she'd move once she regained some of her composure.

Paige: Paige sat up at the noise, going for a twirling baton for a weapon. At just seeing Rachel on the floor, Paige quickly moved to her. "Rachie?" She asked softly, touching her gently.

Rachel: Rachel startled at the sound of Paige's voice and the touching, breathing a curse or two. Swallowing and sucking in a shuddering breath, she tried to force out, "I-I'm... I'm fine..." After a moment, she repeated more evenly, "I'm fine."

Paige: Paige shoved the coffee table away so she could lay down next to Rachel, just being close to her. "I know." She told her.

Rachel: Despite the lack of coffee table in her way, she didn't shift much nor was she sure how she felt about Paige being that close. It was nice, in a way, but uncomfortable because she wasn't really in a state she wanted to be seen in.

Paige: Paige just lay silently beside Rachel, hand resting soothingly on her back. She didn't try to force her to talk, but instead, just tried to hold her a bit.

Rachel: Rachel was half-tempted to curl up against Paige, but that seemed like it'd be awkward, which was something to be avoided. Instead, she finally moved, rolling completely on her stomach and pressing her hands to the floor, debating whether to push herself up or not. "Couch is more comfortable," she decided in a mumble.

Paige: Hesitating, Paige pressed a kiss to her friend's hair. "You can have the bed."

Rachel: Rachel tensed at the kiss, glad she had her head down and that in the darkened room Paige couldn't see the blush. "I-I meant for sitting, not sleeping."

Paige: "Ok... take my hand." Paige offered it down to her to help her up.

Rachel: She tentatively reached for Paige's hand, scrubbing at her face as soon as she was on her feet. Though, standing didn't last long, as she simply flopped back into the pink cushions and mess of blankets.

Paige: Sitting back down next to her, Paige rested her head on Rachel's shoulder, still not pushing her to talk.

Rachel: Hands dropping to her lap, Rachel bit down on her lip at the closeness and resisted the urge to smoke, anxiously twisting her ring instead. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as nicotine. With a sigh, she gave in and rested her head against Paige's, staring down at her hand as she eventually admitted, "I have nightmares."

Paige: "I'm so sorry, Rachie..." Paige spoke softly, frowning. She didn't know how to fix nightmares. "Is there anything I can do?"

Rachel: "Not much more than... this..." It was strange to say, felt similar to a conversation she'd had with Josh. She sucked in a breath, jaw working.

Paige: She smiled more then sighed a bit. "Well, I'm good for this then. That's what I'm here for."

Rachel: "I'm sure you're here for more than just babysitting me."

Paige: "Not sure what could be more important than being here for you though."

Rachel: Rachel didn't know what to do with that phrasing, but she decided she wasn't going to dwell on it at the moment. Not that she could list any right now, but she was sure... "There's plenty of things."

Paige: "Stop trying to make yourself less important."

Rachel: She shifted slightly, pulling her head from Paige's in order to shake it. "I'm not that important."

Paige: Paige just rolled her eyes. "Yes you are. Stop that."

Rachel: Rachel righted the ring on her finger, giving a roll of her own eyes as she asked, "Stop what?"

Paige: "You are important to me, alright?"

Rachel: Her mouth worked for a response that wasn't bitter, and she simply closed it when one didn't come, pulling her knees up. She wrapped her arms around them, sighing.

Paige: "Thank you." Paige sighed a bit. "Just wish I could do more."

Rachel: "Don't worry about it. I'm fine." Feeling guilty again, wanting a drink and smoke, and wishing she didn't look like a mess, but fine... All of those did qualify as fine, right? Because that's what she was trying to convince herself.

Paige: "Yeah..." Paige decided fine was code for not fine. In which case... "I'm fine too."

Rachel: Rachel flinched, somehow feeling worse for... Well, lying to Paige, she supposed. Picking a spot on the floor to stare at, she somewhat reluctantly expanded on her comment about nightmares, "I could tell you their names, what they were doing, their secrets... All the people I murdered for simply being in my way. Or there's how badly the fights in London, Paris, and Cairo could've gone..."

Rachel: "None of those are as horrible as the memory of..." she shook her head, trailing off for a few moments as she worked to push the image from her mind. "Josh. Dead. Bled out." She didn't think she'd shared that last part with Bobby or Darren.

Paige: It was Paige's turn to flinch, then she felt the tears. She hugged Rachel tightly, holding her close. "Oh, Rachie..."

Rachel: She uncurled and leaned into the hug. "It'll get better, less vivid... Eventually..."

Paige: "Are you sure?" Paige glanced up at Rachel, unsure.

Rachel: "The ones from after Essex the first time around did..." Rachel shrugged. Though, she'd had Josh to help with that.

Paige: Paige gave her a bit of a squeeze. "Ok then. Just the hard part of getting through it."

Rachel: Having Paige like this wasn't so bad either... except she could hardly believe she was thinking that. "Pretty much."

Paige: "You can stay here... as long as you want."

Rachel: "I, uh... I imagine you'll get tired of me eventually."

Paige: "Sounds like a challenge." Paige giggled at her. "And I'm sure I won't. It's nice having you around."

Rachel: "A challenge?" Rachel raised an eyebrow, "It is?"

Paige: "I don't think so. I think it will be a piece of cake. Mmmm cake..."

Rachel: "You shouldn't tempt me into making things difficult... Well, more difficult..." she managed a slight smile. "Think there's any cake in the kitchen?"

Paige: "Well there's only one way to find out...."

Rachel: "But... That means moving..."

Paige: "Hmmm if you ask real nice... I'll go look for you."

Rachel: "Shit out of luck there. Me, really nice..." Rachel teasingly scoffed with a genuine smirk, giving a roll of her eyes as well.

Paige: Paige tickled Rachel and fled for the door.

Rachel: Giggling, she squirmed, almost falling off the couch again in an attempt to get away from the tickling. She eyed the door, debated whether she really wanted cake, and decided she didn't. However, she supposed she'd go search for some anyway and moved to follow.