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[ijustlivehere]

I hate the frakking friend zone, you know? No girl ever seems to see me as anything besides... I don't know, a kid. Or any guy, for that matter, but I'm so afraid of my own bicuriosity that I don't even want to admit it to myself. I'm not that young.
I haven't had a real date that didn't involve a mistaken identity or being used for some ulterior motive since high school, pretty much.
It just freaks me out sometimes, because I'm afraid I'm going to end up alone.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Well I don't speak conversational Japanese. In fact, I don't speak any languages at all. Sometimes I do a fake British accent but it's very bad. I'm from Birmingham, Alabama. Only child but Jill practically lived with us half the time. My parents are still married. I like shopping, dancing, cheesy movies, shooting zombies--but not so much other video games. Zombies are just fun to shoot. I was majoring in Philosophy at the University of Alabama when I got pulled here.

That's your crash course in Lucy.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Haha, you're a lot better at this than I am.

...You do realize you're gonna have to do a British accent for me now.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'm a natural rambler. [She laughs and shakes her head, almost blushing before she takes a deep breath and launches into a obviously fake, pretty bad, British accent.]

Cheerio! Tut tut, care for a spot of tea before things all go to bloody hell?

[Yes she did try to squeeze every British language stereotype EVER in that one sentence. She won't be offended if you laugh. In fact, she expects it.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[We have grinning, but no actual laughing.] That's awesome! [And he punches her shoulder lightly with his free arm.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She pulls away to give him a deep, Southern curtsy.]

I used to pretend to be British at home.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Didya ever fool anyone? [He doubts it, but he won't say that.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Once. The latte boy at the coffee shop near where I used to live. I think he just wanted my number though. He would have gone along with anything.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Can't blame him.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[That makes Lucy kiss his cheek again.]

You're entirely too sweet.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Nah, you're just-- I'm-- ...thanks? You're welcome?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy laughed at that and then stopped in front of the door to the karaoke bar.]

You're welcome and this is our stop. How do you take your drinks?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He steps ahead to hold the door.]

Uh... how...? Er, very carefully?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[And he's passed test #2 with flying colors. It was a 'will he open the door' test, just so you know. Lucy breezes through the door with a grin.]

That's a shame 'cause I tend to take them very not carefully.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I could totally learn to be less careful.

So, what do you drink not-carefully?

God he's so cute I want to squish him

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, grinning with the tip of her tongue between her teeth.]

Usually shots with fun names like Pineapple Upside Down Cake, Alabama Slammer, Rootbeer float and my very favorite, chocolate cake.

The mint juleps and beer are for the careful drinking, also known as chasing.

SQUISH AWAY. XD

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. [He is trying to memorise all of this now.] You know a lot more about this than I do-- I usually just drink beer. I've never even had shots before.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I was in a sorority in college. [Clearly this explains it.] We can drink beer but we need shots too.

[She slides up to the bar but looks back at Neil.] Any beer preference?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Pretty much anything German?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She nods, orders a Becks for Neil and a Blue Moon for her then she orders two chocolate cake shots. The beers come immediately but the shots take a second to mix when they come they're a creamy brown color. The shot glasses have a heavy rim of sugar and there are lemon slices perched on them. Lucy slides one shot over to him. She takes a sip of the beer first.]

Okay, you're going to lick the sugar, slam the shot and then bite the lemon. The whole effect is a really yummy piece of chocolate cake.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil nods, taking all of this in.] Oh. Shots are complicated. [He smiles a little.] Uhmm, okay, so do we count down from three or something?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Not all shots. Some are just chugchug. The really good ones are complicated. Count of three sounds good.

[She picks up her shot glass, takes the lemon off the rim and holds it in her left hand.]

Three

Two

One

[On one, she licks the sugar off the rim of the glass then tosses back the shot then bites down hard on the lemon with a giggle.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Only slightly after the count of three, Neil follows suit. He manages not to choke or spill, but he does bite a little too hard into the lemon and end up with juice on his chin. He laughs as he swipes it away with the back of his hand.]

Nice.

[He flashes Lucy a thumbs-up, then takes a swig of his beer.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy smiles at him, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She nods and then takes a sip of her beer.]

See, shots are fun. And it helps the karaoke go down a little smoother.

['Cause it's kinda bad]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

That's probably true. I'd better not drink too much, though, or I'll sing just as bad as anyone.

[Well, he says that, but his words don't really match up with the way he's guzzling his beer.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding? I'm pretty sure karaoke is Japanese for 'bad singing' and I don't even speak conversational Japanese. [She nudges him with her foot and laughs then she leans over and orders two grape sodas, more shots, uncomplicated this time with the added bonus of red bull.]