Thumbs up for Awkward (Jack/S.E)

[Mischa Badoer]

HildexTalon
MischaxJack
AdamxVanessa
JayrxKazu
CainxKirsty
RoyxKevala
DonniexAstrid

Mischa read the posted results.... She was kind of hoping she would get a date with Kev... but that was just wishful thinking. The teachers would not have paired two females and not know the situation... But she was gonna have to suck it up right? It was for a fundraiser.

She let out a heavy sigh as her brown eyes scanned the mass of students finding out who they would be stuck with. She didn't know the Jack character, though, the name did ring a bell.

"Is there a Jack here?"

She would yell amongst all the others...

It was too loud and crowded so Mischa pulled herself away from the throng of students so she could look inside...to scan for her date. This time she would repeat the same thing, but wave her hands. Now that she was out in the open she would get a bit more attention and hopefully find the bugger faster.

Where are you, Jackie-boy...?

[Jack]

OOC: Sorry it's late, been quite busy.. CoD's addictive.

IC:

Jack read the results at one of the various places that you could access them at. Mischa? Jack would read as he was contemplating on how he felt about it. He was kind of banking on getting no one, while at the same time he was slightly relieved to get a girl. He sighed to himself why couldn't he just donate some money in, instead? Why did he have to go to all this trouble for extra credit, but who knows maybe this Mischa person

He sighed as the behemoth's eyes scanned the room, his dark brown eyes looking for the girl who could possibly be this Mischa character. He had no idea who she was or what she looked like, although he had a strange feeling that he had seen her before. It's just the way things happened in the life of a character such as Jack.

"Is there a Jack here?"

Jack heard a female voice yell out his name *lol*, his eyes drifting back to the list he scanned through the names again Am I the only Jack? eyes drifting up and down the list yep. Alright phase one done, he had established that his date was here and she was looking for him. Now phase two was to find her, His eyes scanned the room for Mischa. Jack's eyes located a girl forcing her way through the crowed, deciding that it wasn't her due to the fact she was moving away Jack turned in the opposite direction. It wasn't until she called his name again, that Jack spun around. His dark brown eyes would find hers locking on they both knew they had found each other. Phase two tick, Jack decided the least he could do was go to her as she had gone to all this effort of finding Jack.

He paced over to the Italian girl who stood well over a foot shorter then him.

"Hello, I'm Jack"

He would outstretch his right hand for a friendly handshake. While possibly a kiss on the cheek would be more appropriate for such company, height difference, hello.

[Mischa Badoer]

(OOC: All too familiar with CoD.....COD=WIN!)

Mischa could not find the little bugger anywhere!!! WHERE THE BLOODY BLOOD WAS HE?! Yet again she was probs being super stupid and calling out a name several people had.....and probably not even loud enough. Mischa was about to give up.. Heh who needs this date anyway? The most official date she had been on was was a few frackin' years ago with Kevala... So

1) She will be a total dweeb and make a fool of herself.
2) Having a date with a guy was new territory...Whether the date was real or not...

She kissed a guy before............. s'about how far it goes with one.

Just as hope was barely there Jack popped up out of no where... well..from the crowd...not from no where.

She grabbed his hand thankful she wasn't the only one who introduced themselves with a shake these days... psht people and their bad manners!

"Hey...I'm Dianne."

She wanted to see what he would do if he got the "wrong girl".... 'cause quite frankly she sucked massive balls at being funny. Once he would react she would shrug it off. "I'm just lamely pulling your leg... I'm Mischa..."

Mischa's brown hues would stare into the boys. HE LOOKED SOOO FAMILIAR.... AND THAT NAME ON TOP OF IT!

Algebra?

No that can't be it.......................... I'm not in Algebra.

Then she gave up just like that and would lift her hands in that way people would gesture the whole "I donno" deal-e-o. "Soooooo........ Waz teh plan Jackie-boy? Gonna woo me." she said in a sarcastic tone..all to mock this poor excuse of a fund-raiser.

[Jack]

"Hey...I'm Dianne."

“huh”

*blink* *blink*
Jack stood there holding the girls hand shaking it as he just went over what the girl had told him Dianne? Who the fuck’s Dianne? Do I have the wrong girl? Ahh fuck... how do I break it to her? He was about to clear his throat and explain to Mischa his situation when Mischa spoke up again, this time telling Jack the truth, it took a second for him to realize and then he finally let out a much needed sigh.

"I'm just lamely pulling your leg... I'm Mischa..."

*dies*

“Oh.. right well uhh good” Jack would offer a weak smile, not too sure what to really say in such a situation he wasn’t exactly used now to having people pretend they were someone else on a date.

"Soooooo........ Waz teh plan Jackie-boy? Gonna woo me."

To be honest, I haven’t the slightest clue as to what we’ll do. I mean dinner and drinks seems like a pretty good option unless there’s anything else you’d particularly like to do? Anyway I was wondering we’d go for a drive get to know one another and then decide where we’d go from there. San Diego is quite new for me so I don’t really know anyone decent.”

Jack would say with a small smile.

[Mischa Badoer]

He came up with the obvious and safe idea of a dinner and a few drinks. She would probably want to go somewhere familiar where the staff owed her a simple favour due to the dirt she had on them. She would smile her common dorky way to respond to his and she would give off a little shrug.

"Um yeah sure...." she bit her lower lip as her brows furrowed...now suddenly feeling a little awkward. She reallllllly didn't know what to do. She remembered taking Kevala to an over the top Italian restaurant... but she was trying to impress her... This Jack character wasn't on her to-do list, but she did have to go on a date with him.

"So um... do you have a car? 'Cause.. Yeah I have one.." she said with a slightly high pitched voice that showed she was concerned about something. Her hand would come up to scratch at the back of her head shifting her long hair a bit... "I have one, but I don't feel comfortable leaving it alone in the school parking lot.... I think if you saw it you might understand." her finger would point at a window that just so happened to be located facing the parking lot for my convenience... and her car would be in plain site.

The school was full of douche bags and ass holes. She swore that if you simply walked down the hallway some guy was trying to prove he had a dick by shoving some kid through the wall.... soooo when they see a Spider-Man car... the tend to teepee it or other very rude rude things. Which tended to be rude of course >.>

"I mean.... we don't haaaaaave to... But like.. Yeah I can totally just drop you off back here later?"

C'MOOOOON THROW ME A FUCKIN' BONE!

[Jack]

OOC: Enjoy the joke

"Um yeah sure...." Jack's head would tilt to the side as his dark eyes looked or well attempted to look at hers. They had similar colour of eyes and hair, her skin was a similar shade from what he could tell, girls and fake tans these days. She was obviously from the Mediterranean, the idea alone put him at ease. He held his blink for a split second longer as he drew in a deep breath. Suddenly he was gone, on the island of Mykinos or walking along the shoreline of the Turkish coast, walking along where his family once lived before the war. Before Turkey invaded, he felt at peace, who knew simply meeting another person from the same area would do all this to him?

"So um... do you have a car? 'Cause.. Yeah I have one.." "Yeah I have a car, it's parked around the corner" Jack would say as he let her continue "I have one, but I don't feel comfortable leaving it alone in the school parking lot.... I think if you saw it you might understand." Jack's brow would raise as he watched her finger point at the silly yet highly fascinating car. Then you'd understand why I'd never leave MY car here Jack would think to himself, having been backed into the corner. His instincts told him fuck it, leave her and her car he wasn't risking his life's work for a stupid date. But then he remembered that car would never start for anyone else but Jack and those select few who knew the codes.

"I mean.... we don't haaaaaave to... But like.. Yeah I can totally just drop you off back here later?". Jack brought his hands up in a reassuring manner "No, no it's fine I understand" Jack would say with a smile, hiding the tinge of regret that was already building up within him. " I just have to grab my coat out of my car and then we'll head off?"

Don't forget to high-light

[Mischa Badoer]

(OOC: <,<)

Mischa stared at him for a second with her brow perked as she studied his expression. He seemed a little uneasy about the whole car....

" I just have to grab my coat out of my car and then we'll head off?"

That's what she said >:3

Wait... that was a lame one.... I will save the awesomeness of that lame joke for a better opportunity >=}

"Okie Dokie.... We can just kick it at my place or something? 'Cause I'm not of age yet and I really don't feel like dealing with douches... and my place is a loft over a pizza shop that I have Co-Nec-She-Ons with so we can get free booze and free pizza..... then totally nerd out in my place?" Free booze and free pizza meant she was gonna have to pay for it later down the road... but what ever she could sell one bag and make up for it. The glory of being in the drug mafia and being a respectable Mobsterette =D Her pizza place shall never run into debt!

Hopefully he liked video games or somefin!

If not there was a movies....... or my jacuzzi, but I don't want to be in a jacuzzi..................................... 'cause.......... yeah... might be uncomfortable...

She would head down the hallway until she saw the door that would lead to the parking lot. She would head to her car and let him go to his and of course she would sit in the drivers seat and start it up to let the air conditioning settle in as she blasted the Chili Peppers.

"To finger paint is not a sin
I put my middle finger in
Your monthly blood is what I win
I'm in your house now let me spin!"

She would sing along trying to match his voice as one hand would grip her steering wheel and her other finger would move about as if she were a hardcore rapper. She would sing along all until Jack approached the car... that's when she would simply just lip synced to it. The Chili Peppers were her favourite band...it would be near in possible not to dance or lip sync to it!!

[Jack]

".............Okie Dokie.... We can just kick it at my place or something? 'Cause I'm not of age yet and I....." " Sounds sick" Jack would say as they got ready to leave, they would head down the hallway until until they reached the door that would lead them to the parking lot, holding it open for Mischa, he let her pass first. If she refused he would insist until she quietly walked in front of him and out into the alarmingly increasing darkness that was the night of San Diego.

Jack would walk her to her car, before stopping next to her, getting her attention (magically) he would flick his head toward his own. "Just gotta drop my bag off and then get my coat" He would head over to his brand new GTR. He had just gotten it re painted and fixed the interior so it was even more comfortable then before.

He dumped his bags in his highly reduced boot, before he moved off to grab his nice Politix coat. Locking his car he would slowly walk back to her car, his fingers tracing over his own, not wanting to leave it behind. When he was away from his cars there was a deep, black hole in his chest that he could rarely fill, if his car was damaged there would be hell to pay.

As he walked closer and close to the car he could hear the familiar lyrics of the Chillies, smiling to himself as he stopped in front of the passenger side of the >.> Spider man car he would either wait until she opened the door (in the scenario that the door was locked) or opened it and sat in. Having to push the seat all the way back just to sit normally. This was also another reason why he drove his own cars, he could alter the interiors to fit his body.

"Shall we go?"

Jack would say as he fastened his seat belt letting his coat lay on his lap for the mean time, nodding away to the music peacefully. When the song finished he would flick through the mp4/mp3/radio ect until he somehow managed to find his favorite chillies song. His fingers would glide over that air bass, the familiar sound reaching his ears, as his (Kiedis') voice pierced the air. For him, Anthony Kiedis was one of the few musicians that spoke to his soul when ever he was off his face.

I'm an ocean in your bedroom
Make you feel warm
Make you wanna re-assume
Now we know it all for sure

[Mischa Badoer]

She of course took notice to his car. It was a hot car. Obviously a lot of money was put into it. This car had a lot of money into it as well... though she would rather not spend money on stuff like souping up a vehicle 'cause they usually ended up wrapped around another car or riddled with bullets of various sizes.

Finally Jack approached the car and the door was unlocked when she got in so he was able to enter without a problem.

"Shall we go?"

Mischa nodded before pulling out of the parking lot and driving down the streets that were lightened from the street lamps. She was of course going over the speed limit, but living in the life style she did it was easy to do and break the habit. Once Purple Stain was over she let Jack choose the next song and a smile went on her face when it was yet another Chili song.

She would glance over at him while he played his air bass which was totally dorky sooo it gave her the green light to sing along in her best Kiedis impersonation. One thing she loved amongst much more was Kiedis... He was not a talented singer, but his lyrics and delivery of his music was moving....... not only that they were all just so damn talented... heck her least favourite Chili Pepper was Dave Navarrro.... but that's in the past... but she still liked the music though aside from the guitarist.

She would then stop singing along just so she could laugh and look over at Jackie-boy. "People with Air Bass skills like you.... make Flea look more awesome than he already is...." she would laugh while biting her tongue at the lame joke.

The would finally approach what looked to be a small under ground garage... which it was... it used to be for customers, but Mischa totally jacked it (with loads of money of course) when she sold the house Kev had bought for her. She still had the money from that..'cause she wanted to return it to Kev... Felt wrong keeping the house let alone the money.. especially when Mischa could afford her own shit.... heck she doesn't even need a house her loft is quite comfy... though it got messy super fast 'cause she had a shit load of stuff and didn't have her Kevy to be OCD on her ass anymore.

She parked by two of many cars that she owned. She had various types and sizes of vehicles... and all the cars that were shot at were under tarps until they could get a new body kit.

"K...We're here." she would get out of the car making sure to lock it once Jack was out. She would walk over to the elevator and push the button for ground level in which would be inside her kitchen. Yeah... she had that kind of access 'cause it was her garage....her pizza shop... and she needed these kinds of exits considering what the pizza shop was really covering. Her chef that she loved to bug would be confused as to why she had a guest.. after all Mischa was a huge ass dork and was socially inept.

"Gimmie pizza and liquor." she didn't bother speaking in Italian though it usually just was easier... but meh she decided it was rude to speak in her native tongue when around company. She would turn to Jack with a huge and dorky smile on her lips. "What kind do you want?"

[Jack]

"People with Air Bass skills like you.... make Flea look more awesome than he already is....", Jack's face sort of scrunched together at her commented holding back her laughter as he flashed his tongue out at hers, before moving off to playing with his stud. "For your information I'm quite good at bass." Jack would say in a reassuring tone as he chuckled, smiling with his stud in between his teeth, continuing to play with it as he listened to the music.

"K...We're here." , "Awesome" He would reply quietly as he inturn exited her car, struggling to get out of the car due to how cramped it was. Eventually he was out, sliding his coat on, he would shut the door, walking behind Mischa. His eyes unintentionally drifting to her lower half, before diverting back up at where he was going. They entered the small, yet comfortable elevator, Mischa pressed the ground button, slowly the elevator rose, before coming to a stop, his eyes drifting over to the buttons, counting them all.

Jack stepped out along with Mischa, he towered over her, having had to duck his head to get out of the elevator, his eyes drifted over to the people who filled the shop. They were all of some European descent, most likely Italian due to working in a pizzeria although not all of them looked so, they were just kitchen hands after all.

"Gimmie pizza and liquor." Jack heard he demand from her, employees? A cocky smirk crept on his lips, yep he always had the tough cunts on his side. Mischa turned toward Jack, confusing her dorky smile for a casual, friendly one he smiled warmly back, before returning back to his usual nature. "What kind do you want?", "Margherita and could the base be thin please? As for drinks, bottle of Johnie walker black label?" Jack would ask, not sure if he answered her question, to her satisfaction.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would smile at his choice. Thank God it wasn't something bland.... that and she liked thin crust better. She would turn around and poke her Chef in his belly. "Hai sentito l'uomo."[You heard the man.]

Oh crap.

Ah well... can't be perfect.

Normally she would make the pizza, but she was far too lazy today... instead she would just go into the walk in fridge and pick out his beverage...by grabbing a case... you never knew how much one would drink.. then she would grab herself a bottle of wine. The oven never took long because it was one of those hardcore real ovens..... so they wouldn't have to wait long... in the mean while Mischa would lift a finger to make the gesture she would be one moment as she left the kitchen to check on the turn out of the store at the time. Decent. She receded back into the kitchen and handed him the case of beer as her chef pulled out the Pizza.

"Can you carry that upstairs for me?" she asked the old man knowing full well she just might fall and ruin everything. He nodded knowing full well she could be a stubborn mother fucker and probably throw a hissy fit.. not a real one... just one that she knew would annoy him.

Mischa would gesture with the tilt of her head towards the stairs that would lead up to her loft as she lead the way for both males. She unlocked it opening up the door. There were old pizza pans from the kitchen scattered.... empty beer bottles... clothes.... movie and game cases... everything was a mess... even the picture frames of the twins and Kev were all crooked. She would clear off a table and let the chef to place it in the center and he left. Mischa would go about getting a plate and herself a wine glass..and grabbing the beer case to put in her fridge to keep them cool while he worked on the current beverage. "So.... do you just wanna talk while we eat..... get to know each other oooorrrr?" Mischa was definitely not treating this like a real date.....

[Jack]

Mischa turned to smile at him, returning her warm smile. Pleased that she liked his choice of grog and food, she turned around and poke her Chef in his belly passing on the order "Hai sentito l'uomo.". Jack's brain went into over drive"Inglese per favore" {English please} Jack would chuckle as he stuck his tongue out at Mischa. "Can you carry that upstairs for me?", Jack out stretched his hand picking up what ever her chef was going to carry, not wanting him to have to go to any trouble on his behalf. "I got it, it's okay"

As Mischa gestured to the stair with a simple tilt of her head, Jack took the crate and followed her up the stairs which lead to her loft. As they entered Jack quickly blinked to adjust his eyes to the change in light. He noticed the old pizza pans laying around, empty beer bottles, computer games, the usual of any teenager with a loft and some money to spend. What caught his attention however was a photo of Kvala, slightly aged however it was definitely her.

Jack handed the beer crate over to Mischa who placed it into the fridge, he collected the pizza and the bottle of whiskey off the chef before looking around at Mischa who was off finding herself a wine glass. A smile crept to his face as he watched her about her business.

"So.... do you just wanna talk while we eat..... get to know each other oooorrrr?"

"Yeah sounds good, where you want to eat? Also could I have a glass? "

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would grab a glass from the freezer...it being a chilled cup made for better drinking. She would grab a beer out of the frigde so she could have something after her glass of wine. She had been getting a little more heavy in this kind of stuff since the night with Addie and Riley.... and Kev... It was hard to be happy so what better to kill that pain with a depressant substance?

That and she was going back into drugs.

Not cocaine... she didn't want to turn back to it due to the fact it had killed her baby and had a hand in tearing her and Kevala apart.

"Here... we can eat in the living room on the coffee table... I don't have a dining table.... 'cause what ever I just don't need one... I eat on the couch or in my bed anyway..."

She would set the shit down then sit herself down on the ground her back against the couch rather than sitting on the couch. Before she was going to eat she looked up at the boy.

"You smoke?" she would pinch her middle finger and thumb together and press it to her lips to insinuate pot rather than tobacco... though if he were square and assumed she meant a cigarette.... then she would play it off as such... or as Prime Times 'cause she did smoke those too. "I have some if you're interested."

She just really wanted to get high... nothing better than a sense of euphoria.

[Jack]

"Here... we can eat in the living room on the coffee table... I don't have a dining table.... 'cause what ever I just don't need one... I eat on the couch or in my bed anyway..." Jack chuckled, "Sounds mad"

Jack would walk over placing what ever was left on the couch, having grabbed an extra whiskey glass for Mischa, just in case... He was cabbing it home anyway, there was no need to take anything easy tonight. "You smoke?", Jack laughed.

"Shit yeah" his hand would scrummage through his pockets pulling out his wallet which had a gram of cocaine in it.. yeh know for ugly situations that just needed a little powder, next came his pouch of tobacco,keys,phone ect. "You mix or smoke it green?" Jack would ask.. it was after all a very valid reason having met very few people who liked to mix their bud as the Australians did, outside of Australia. "I have some if you're interested.", "Love some... I have papers so it's all good, I can roll too" although if she really wanted to have a cone... >.> he would pass up on that one... "But see if you really want to get fucked... you would help me down this bottle and then have the joint..." Jack would say with a chuckle.

[Mischa Badoer]

He asked if she would like it mixed and she shook her head no. "You can roll your own if that's what you're used to... I... Just got out of rehab for coke so I don't really want to get back into it or anything else chemical over herbal." she would get up and over to a safe in the far room.

As Mischa worked at the combination she heard his suggestion.

"But see if you really want to get fucked... you would help me down this bottle and then have the joint..."

She would laugh and open up the safe exposing a few bricks of coke and marijuana. It wasn't even a fraction of what she had in her possession... this was just for the small deals. She picked up a brick of pot and a small pack of her own papers. She liked the watermelon flavour. It was like a nice treat.

"Oh so we are getting fucked up?" she would get up and walk towards him, but before fully doing so she would take a detour to the T.V that was basically the size of the wall and turn it on to a music station just in time to have a good song play. "Ah.. Marcy Playground.... Sweet shiat." she would laugh sitting herself down originally where she had been before. She would slide open the drawer on the coffee table where there were a few pistols and knives. She wasn't shying from it, 'cause she assumed that because he was exposed to the heavy drugs he would sheep away from weapons. She would pull out a knife and cut through the plastic that confided the pot. "Kay... Let's do some shots, bitch."

Mischa would pour the liquor into the glasses and slide his over towards him on the table's surface as she opened up the cork to the wine. She sucked balls at taking whiskey shots so she needed a "fruity" chase.

"On your mark...get set... go." there was no enthusiasm in her voice to serve as a joke as she took the shot and followed it with a swig of wine straight from the bottle. "Aah the taste of Italy." she would laugh while biting her tongue in a girly fashion setting the bottle down.

What a romantic date.