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[rolls his eyes] It's still not cool, that kind of thing can really offend a person. [mind you, he's still grinning as he heads into the kitchen]

Why the hell do you think I haven't said that to her face? She'd go nuts, I'm sure. *not to mention he's had bad experiences with mentioning 'melons' to certain females already.*

[ ..........you're not supposed to have such a nonchalant attitude towards getting a ticket. |D ]

[shakes his head, but alas, he is still grinning] Then you shouldn't mention it at all.

Edited 2008-09-08 02:39 (UTC)

Kinda hard to pretend they aren't there, don'tcha think?

[ ;; *pats* at least biking is good for you? ]

You could try focusing on other things. She's got a real pretty face, you know.

I know that! Her voice is nice too but that doesn't help when she wears such a tight dress! *now he's turning red with how this conversation is going.*

[ ROFL! The mental image! Cars just cost too much all around. I wanna live by taking a train. :o ]

[laughs] So don't look at it. Watch her face or pay attention to someone else. You don't wanna slip up and mention you've been ogling her breasts, she'd beat you into next Decan.

Hey, I've never "ogled" her chest! I don't even want to look at it, yet that's where my eyes end up. Man, I'm so damn glad there isn't a bunch of her here. Ya don't see anyone but Guys wearing tight clothes like that...

[LOLOL!! "Thunder Thighs Anna Downs Famed Actor". America just needs to get with the times and use rails again. Nighty night~ :3 ]

Point being, it's impolite to stare.

Then you tell me how the hell to get my eyes to quit gravitating there.

Like I said, focus on something else. [raises an eyebrow]

*raises his own eyebrow in return, then glares.* What??

[snickers, shrugging his shoulders] Eh, whatever. Let's get you something to drink, mm? Maybe you'll chill the fuck out.

*stuffs his hands into his pockets and sulks.* Whatever. I am chilled out.

Of course. C'mon.

*trots along behind him, grumbling under his breath.*

[amused. and then suddenly, KITCHEN. he wanders over to a cabinet high from the reach of kidlets, struggles for a minute to get a few bottles off the top shelf, and wanders to the counter with them.] ... [gestures to a table] Have a seat, I'll make you something. [more like he'll bullshit something.]

*takes a seat at the table and smirks at the fact he's going to try cooking something, even if he is grateful for not having help. definitely not going to mention his most recent failure in the kitchen.* This oughta be good.

[who said anything about cooking? Luke knows better. he's just going to try (and likely fail) at mixing a drink.] ...Hey, I don't have to contribute to your delinquency, you know.

'course not. You can leave anytime you want if you're scared. I can get myself something to drink now that I know where it's at.

Yeah, but then if you get in trouble you'll have nobody to bail your ass out. [scowls, but grabs a pair of glasses from a nearby cabinet and frowns at his bottles of liquor]

As long as Asch doesn't find out, I'm good. Dun matter what the rest of these people think. *rests his chin on his hand, grinning.*

And how do you expect Asch to not find out? [raises an eyebrow over his shoulder, making some kind of something involving alcohol and... something else. juice, soda, doesn't matter. something.]

If I don't go near him while having a drink, he'll never know. *watches what he's doing with mild interest, hoping to learn something.*

[manages to pull off a half-decent screwdriver, and offers it to him] And what if he shows up?