2019-08-28 - Taking in Strays

Jaime and Sparrow step out of Curl Up and Dye, both with gussied up hair -- hers decidedly fire engine red, his just recently trimmed. "So, you knew that guy?" he asks, regarding the sketch artist who had been inside. "Seems.. a little short with words?" He's in a pair of faded jeans, work boots, and a drab army green tank top stretched over his chest enjoying the warm weather.

Sparrow's hands keep going to her hair, a bit shorter than it had been a way, way redder, fluffing it a little and getting used to the feel of something so damned bright again. Her clothes are more muted today: comfortable jeans, well-worn sneaks with glittery orange laces and a black tee which reads KEEP IT RAD in stylized lettering. "Back in high school, yeah," she confirms. "Always been ultraquiet." Cocking one eyebrow and angling a look up at Jaime, she teases, "Why? You jealous?" with a playful pat to her pocket where her phone's got the cute, quiet boy's number.

On a walk and seemingly to be enjoying the city of foot so far. Not feeling like driving about. Thus he is ending up walking past as Sparrow and Jaime comes out. Himself dressed in dark jeans and grey sweater. A small smile on his face. Glancing across the street and turning around as he hear those in front of him. Dancing around some to the side as to not run right into, or between the two talking people. "Oops, sorry." Offered to Jaime and Sparrow. In this moment taking a moment to study them. Perhaps recognizing them, but might not have had direct contact. Fellow townies and musicians after all.

Jaime slides his hands into his pockets and looks up and down the street, as though debating where to head next. His old beat up truck is parked about halfway down the block, looking like a rolling heap that should not hold together, and yet it does. He laughs a little bit at that and says, "What? That you got his number? No." He grins then, "I didn't even flirt with him." It's when Ico almost crashes into him that he glances up and says, "Oh, hey. No problem." He studies him for just a moment and then says, "How's it going?"

Sparrow is certainly looking more like herself, more like she looked the last time she played a show in public with Helgrind, at least four years ago now, the redheaded riot banging on the drums in a pop-punk band of high school kids. "Do seem to like 'em loud," she croons up at Jaime, eyes happily half-lidding. She looks like she might be able to make some sort of offer when attention reroutes to the passing pedestrian. Her right hand lifts to clip a cheerful wave. "Do you prefer quiet boys or loud girls?" Impromptu poll, Ico! Who needs hellos.

Ico does smile to Jaime at the question, "Going well, I'd say. You?" Turning to look to Sparrow as well, showing that he is including both of them with that question. Hands sliding into his pocket. Hard to say if he would recognize Sparrow from her time with Helgrind, but he does study her for a moment, being only two years, or so, older. Might have heard some. Though then she offers the question. Looking between them both. "Is that the only options?" He asks with a grin.

Jaime laughs at Sparrow and says, "It's no fun if they don't talk back a little bit," clearly agreeing with her. He reaches over to ruffle her red hair. But then Sparrow is polling Ico, and he laughs. "Wait, those are the only two options? What about quiet girls and loud boys?" Jaime asks with both brows arched. Then he points his finger at Ico when he asks essentially the same question, "See?"

Sparrow swipes playfully at Jaime's hand when it goes for the hair she herself has been playing with and gives him a look. "Careful, handsome." She then points to him when she catches Ico looking between them and insists, "He's not quiet," without any suggestion she might mean something salacious. When both of them protest the binary options she's provided, she sighs dramatically and concedes, "Fiiine. I'll take whatever option Cs and D all of the aboves you want." Brows lofted high, she looks to the more familiar man and asks, "Do you want to change your answer?" as if he'd already provided one.

Ico chuckles and offers a thumbs-up to Jaime, as they both agree. "So you seem to go with loud over quiet." Shrugging, about Jaime not being quiet. "Well then, good to know." Pondering his answer then. "Depending on the mood I guess. I don't feel like sulking with loud one, but then again they can cheer me up. I guess all of the above depending on situation." So not really much of an answer. "But, if those are the only two options." At least trying to answer her original question. "Quiet boy in the morning, loud girl at night?" He suggests and smiles. Looking to see for their responses to that.

Jaime flashes a grin at Sparrow when she swipes at him, clearly living on the edge. Then he smirks when she says he's not quiet. "I'm not loud, either," he points out, folding his arms and leaning up against the wall of the building nearby, content, it seems, with loitering on the sidewalk. "Wait, me or him?" he asks when Sparrow asks if someone wants to change their answer, not entirely clear on who she's talking to. Then Ico seems to be taking this poll quite seriously, so he listens to the reasoning as its laid out. He can't help but chuckle, "A man after my own heart. I'm more of an all-of-the-above kinda guy, myself."

"We'll see about that," Sparrow counters Jaime's first words as if taking them as a challenge. She offers no clarification about who she was questioning, refocusing on Ico as he gives this Very Serious Question all the consideration it's so obviously due. With a nod to the polled pedestrian, she looks back to Jaime and declares, "He's alright. We can keep him," like they're taking home a stray pup they found wandering the street. Still not saying anything at all about what she might like--this isn't about her, is it!--she cants her head curiously and asks Ico, "And are you quiet or loud?"

Ico chuckles at the antics between the two of them. "Middle of the road is fine as well." Hr assures Jaime. Grinning a bit wider as Sparrow goes on about him passing the test, sort of. "Guess I'm yours now. So, where are we going?" Playing along for the time being. Seeming quite amused. Trying to be open. Smirking at Jaime. "Isn't that more fun?" He suggest as they both goes with similar answers. "Oh, well. Both I guess. I do enjoy playing loud." Not clarifying. "You?" Asking perhaps both about her preference, and how she is herself. "Loud colors as well." He offers with a nod to her hair. "It's neat."

"Will we?" Jaime asks with arched brows and an amused smile. Though he seems to agree easily enough with them keeping Ico. "Alright, we can keep him." He looks over at Ico and asks, "You're housebroken, right?" He then looks over toward Sparrow and says, "Where /are/ we going, anyway?" Because they got to the outside part, but hadn't gotten much further than that. He chuckles at Ico and says, "Absolutely more fun."

"Quiet as a dormouse," Sparrow blatantly lies, but she at least lowers her voice to do so, the words so sweetly crooned. With a little primping of very, very red her hair, she notes, wide-eyed with feigned distress, "This is the only way I can get noticed." She flashes Ico a contented little grin before drawing in a deep breath and looking to Jaime. "Well. We could take him dancing," with a nod in the direction of the Firefly Club. "Ooooooor we could go grab something to eat. I am starving." But not so starving that she couldn't dance, obviously. With a flicker of attention down the road toward Jaime's truck, she even offers, "I can drive."

Ico shrugs, "I think so. I don't pee everywhere, but no idea on other things. Been a stray too long." A dramatic sigh at that. sliding to cross his arms in front of himself as he grins, trying to see what is going to happen. A soft snicker escapes about Sparrow being quiet. "Well, fair enough." Not knowing her enough to argue. "I doubt that is the only way." He did randomly ask a poll to get his own attention after all. "Both sound fun." Looking between them before spinning once and looking back and forth between them, to see what will happen. Playing up the excited puppy. Though after a brief moment, stopping. No need to weird people out too much, or just feeling awkward himself.

Jaime laughs at the blatant lie, shaking his head just a bit. "Uh huh," he says to that, in clear disbelief. He seems to consider the options that Sparrow puts forth, and then glances over toward Ico to see if he indicates any preference toward either dancing or eating, or both eating and dancing, since all-of-the-above is always on the table. Then he notices Sparrow glancing at his truck and says, "Hey. Don't say that too loudly. She'll fall apart in despair," clearly teasing. Then he chuckles and says to Ico, "Well, clearly you're in luck that we found you then. You are a stray no longer. So, do you have a tag we should check for a name?" When Ico says that he is up for both, he says, "Alright. I'm calling Pizza downtown, and then dancing after."

The, "Aww," directed toward Jaime's car almost seems sincere. Especially given that Sparrow follows it up with a soft promise of, "I'll be nicer," like she understands the bond between driver and vehicle. Her own car has seen more than its fair share of miles under her ownership, after all. She gives a little wink to Ico at his suggestion that she might know a thing or two about attention-getting, entirely conspiratorial, like he's learned some great secret. She gives him a look over like she might be wondering where that tag's hidden, but she doesn't distract from the implied question. Instead, she pulls her keeps from her pocket and leading down toward her road-worn red Kia with its great many touristy bumper stickers, unlocking it with a push of a button answered with a chirp-chirp.

Ico grins between them both, letting them chat some. "As long as I'm not getting kidnapped and put in a basement, I'm fine with pizza and dancing." He, sort of, agrees before nodding a bit. Starting to search for a tag, "Hmm, can't find it. But I'm Ico." He finally offers. Grinning at the wink from Sparrow though, bouncing his head some, like he did well in finding that out. Following along as they seem to be heading for the car.

Jaime seems appreciative for Sparrow's understanding of the poor old truck's feelings, nodding sagely when she agrees to be nicer. He studies Ico for a moment and says, "I mean, not unless you're into that. But no, Pizza Kitchen and Firefly Club, both public places so you can scream and run if you want." He nods when Ico introduces hismelf and says "Jaime, and this is Sparrow." He nods at the brilliantly hued bird next to him. He slides into the back so that Ico can ride shotgun if he wants, plus it lets Jaime sprawl out comfortably, as they head over to the Pizza place Downtown.

"We save the basement for the second date," Sparrow stage-whispers to Ico in the wake of Jaime's far more reasonable answer. She clips a salute to their new when she's introduced, smiling at him over the roof of the car before getting in. The car smells like it's got some bit of the ocean with it, sea-salt stuck in the upholstery. It helps balance out the lower notes of sweat and greasy food from recent road trips. She's quick to kill the blaring pop music--sounds like Charli XCX--when she first starts the car, a little, "Oops," approximating apology. And then they're off, headed the short drive downtown for pizza. "Tell us something you like about yourself, puppy." Didn't he just give his name? Psh.

Ico nods, "I'll let you know." He offers about the basement, at Jaime's words. But then Sparrow explain the situation. "Ah, ok. Next time then." Giving a wave of greeting in response to Sparrow's salute. Getting in with them before being asked questions. Riding shotgun, for now, allowing Jaime to sprawl out fully. "Oh, music." He offers, both offering a bit and being cryptic it seems. As for the nickname, not seeming to mind. It is a cute one after all. "I guess I should ask the same." Offered to both. Looking between them.

Jaime sprawls comfortably in the back seat, leaning up against the driver's side door so that he can look at Sparrow in the rear-view mirror and has a profile view of Ico as they ride along, legs stretched out comfortably. When the question gets turned back on them he considers for a moment before saying, "That there's two of me."

Sparrow night take advantage of that angle Jaime's found, stealing a couple looks his way while she drives. Ico's answer piques her curiosity, brief as it is, but she pokes at the backseat passenger's first, asking, "The not-loud you and the definitely-loud you?" She almost misses a stop light, distracted by the view in her mirror, which leaves her braking a bit hard when her eyes turn back to the road. Oops! "I'm fearless." It might be a lie, but it's a small one, delivered confidently. And quickly moved past as she pulls into a spot outside their destination. "Whatcha gotta do with music?"

Ico does smile over at them both as he can see Jaime's head peeking forward. Raising a brow at Jaime's answer. "Explanation. Alter-Ego? Twin? Doppelganger? If alter-ego, does one have superpowers?" He asks and grins. Rocking a bit as she breaks. "Write, sing, drum, dance." Shrugging. "I enjoy most aspects." He admits. "So, fearless leader, shall we go eat?" Half teasing Sparrow.

Jaime grins at Sparrow in the rearview mirror, and then "Hey, eyes on the road, Red," when she almost misses the stop light. He grabs onto the back of her seat in mock-terror at her driving, but it's only for a moment. He wasn't all that worried. "Twin," he answers Ico. "Joey. He's more the .. walk softly and carry a big stick, sort. Runs a boxing gym. I drive trucks, and am a guitarist/singer." He opens up the door once they arrive and sets out across the parking lot toward the restaurant, holding open the door for the pair of them when they get there.

Sparrow giggles despite herself as Jaime rattles her chair, muttering an entirely unconvincing, "Stop that," back at him. When he offers his explanation to Ico, she adds, "And my twin is more the fill you up with wonderful pastries and dig in the garden sort." Car stopped, she levels him with a teasingly serious look, brows lofted as her head tilts toward him. "I'm his drummer." Which means she carries two sticks. Once they're out of the car and making to catch up with Jaime, she wonders, "What kinda stuff do you write?"

Ico laughs at the banter between the two. Then ahs and nods to Jaime's explanation. "I am sure there is more there as well." Offered as he slides out. Grinning at Sparrow. "Full belly of pastries is good as well, need to find her." He says and grins while following along. Thanking the other guy as Ico head inside. "Oh, a bit of all. Some punk stuff, some ballad. Even country rock style. Did try some cheesy pop ones as well." He offers and seem amused. "So, a band then?" He asks them. "Neat, got a name?"

"Him. Her twin is fraternal, and mine is identical," Jaime says to Ico, "And I'm her guitarist and kind of singer, I guess, since we're not sure we have one at this point." He waits until they both go inside before following after. "We don't really even have a name, or an idea of what kind of sound we're going to have either, so this band is way more conceptual at the moment than anything else." He nudges Sparrow. "Cheesy pop, your favorite!"

"You'll still be my singer even if Runa steps up," Sparrow promises Jaime with her hand to her heart and her dark lashes dipping low. With a squeak when he nudges her, she confirms giddily to Ico, "Love me some cheese," selling it with her widest smile. On a slightly more serious note, she tells their adorable stray, "But we sound pretty alright together. Got this damned fine bassist with a cute accent and a good ear. No big dreams or anything. Nice and low-key, taking it as we can." As she sinks into their booth, she looks to Jaime and tells him, "I like Lowered Expectations. Like the way it feels. Kinda honest and misleading at the same time."

Ico ahs and nods, "Him then." Not seeming to mind, but a good clarification. Nodding about their band, "Ah, I see. Guess I'm in the same boat." Leaning to Jaime at Sparrow's words to him about singer. "I don't trust that." He offers, loud enough to be heard by both. Amusing himself with teasing. "Fair, and cheese can be nice." Smiling about those that are in their band so far, or might be. Along with the idea for names. "Well, once you're up and running and want to set up a gig together, feel free to send a message. Or if you just want a cameo." Smiling at them. Looking for a seat for himself, settling in soon enough.

"Aw, promise?" Jaime says, fluttering his eyelashes at her in return, and then chuckling. "You know I wasn't serious about that name, right? Though Garrett does have a great accent. I like listening to him talk," he admits. Then he says to Ico, "Garrett and I both have full-time gigs and Sparrow's a student so, none of us really have rent or anything riding on it. So we're just kind of doing it as we figure things out." He asks Ico, "You've got a band, too? Nice. I want to hear you sing sometime."

"Pretty sure karaoke night is in order," Sparrow proposes, even though they've theoretically got dancing lined up after this, gaze flitting between the two admitted singers. She looks to Ico to catch his answer to Jaime's curiosity, but her attention is momentarily distracted by ordering pizza for the table. Extra cheese and sausage from the sound of it, unless anyone else pipes up to ask for anything different. And some cream soda, too.

Ico ahs and nods, smiling but nodding understandingly. "Ah, well. We are not quite full set yet, but getting there. No name, and not even gotten to play all of us together at the same time." He admits. "But individually we all have sounded good so far." Grinning and nodding about karaoke. Letting Sparrow handle the ordering, not against the picks. "As you said, same goes for you both. Would like to hear you sing and play. For now, I guess I get to see your dancing."

"Yeah, sounds like you guys are in pretty much the same boat that we are," Jaime grins as he folds his arms in front of him on the table and leans against him. There's no objection to the pizza choice, but he orders himself a beer, making a slight face at the cream soda. "Too sweet." Then he says, "Karaoke needs to be a thing, too. Though, not tonight. Gotta have something aside from just the basement for the second date."

"Just like me," Sparrow beams at Jaime when he comments on her order. With a nod, she confirms, "Karaoke and then kidnapping," with a wide-eyed tease toward Ico. "I don't know if what I do can properly be called singing, fair warning, but I am happy to shout as you as long as you keep smiling at me." Beat. "But yeah, sounds like you've got a similar start to ours. Hope it's fun as fuck, whatever it turns out to be. That's the important part, right?"

"So it seems." Ico agrees. Not sure what to drink, so just get a cream soda as well, for now. Something sweet to combat the fat and salt perhaps. Or just too lazy to think of another drink. "Ah, basement karaoke should be a thing." Sage nod follows. Chuckling though at the input from Sparrow. "Ah, well. Kidnapped after karaoke works. Singing isn't about being good, it's about feeling." He suggests and nudges her. Nodding some more about his band. "Still pondering style, but guessing it might be mixed. What kind of music are you thinking? Or in the same boat there as well?"

"Just like you," Jaime echoes with a chuckle, leaning back in his seat comfortably and draping an elbow over the back of the chair. He is quiet for a bit, just letting the two of them talk back and forth as he listens. He does nod about singing being about feeling. "I don't think I'm that great of a singer, but at least, for the stuff that I write for myself.. I like singing it myself, to feel it."

"I've got a lot of feelings," Sparrow assures Ico at that nudge, her eyes going wide, her expression outright haunted for all of two seconds before she snorts a laugh. "And I feel like Jaime's better than he thinks he is." She doesn't look his way when she says it, no check to see how he takes that compliment. "Right now, we're feeling kinda bluesy grungey rock sorta thing maybe?" That's when she looks Jaime's way, brows arched to check for confirmation. "I dunno how that'll hold if we start working on our own stuff or anything, but that's what's worked for us so far. In our whole one practice."

Ico nods agreeingly with Jaime, not really giving up anything on if he is any good. Probably not knowing. Leaning back and being comfortable. Grinning and studying Jaime after Sparrow suggesting that he is better than he says. "I believe you." Then turning to Sparrow, "You too." About her feelings. Another chuckle about their style and one practice. "Well, that is how one finds out. And sounds like an interesting direction. Looking forward to hearing more."

"I like the bluesy grungy rock thing we've kind of got going," Jaime admits when Sparrow looks over to him, giving her a little bit of a grin. It's genuine. He does. Did he react at all to her compliment? With the smallest of shrugs. He's not denying it outright, but neither is he agreeing. Noncommital at its best. "We'll invite you to this hypothetical show we're going to do when we get everything together, finally."

Sparrow can't help but grin at Ico and his trust in her, even if she's not wholly sure she buys it. There's a nod to Jaime to echo that hypothetical invitation, a someday that isn't on the near horizon as things stand. "So, whatcha like other than music, puppy? Got any hobbies--" Her phone chirps in her pocket, snagging her attention for a moment. "--that don't involve rock and roll?" When she looks to her phone, she straightens, glances around, then decides to stand. Her free hand brushes briefly over Jaime's shoulder as she tells him, "I'mma take this," an semi-sorry smile turned toward Ico. Then she's heading off toward the door, stepping outside to take the call.

Ico holds a hand to his chest at Jaime's words, on inviting him. "Thank you. Makes me feel special." Seemingly not pushing Jaime on his singing, understanding his reaction and not wanting to judge his own singing. Shrugging about hobbies, about to start answering as he hear the ringtone as well. "Creepy stuff." He offers, keeping it short to let her run off. "It's okay." He assures her, turning to Jaime. "You got any other hobbies?" Waiting for food for the time being.

Jaime raises a brow when Ico says that his hobbies are "creepy stuff" and chuckles "Oh yeah? What kind of creepy stuff?" as he watches Sparrow go off to take her call briefly. Then he turns his attention back toward Ico. "Aside from music? I sometimes hang out at my brother's gym and box a bit. And every so often I go hunting, or to the gun range." He nods to the server when their drinks are delivered -- two cream sodas and a beer.

Sparrow wears a shallow scowl as she returns from outside, shoving her phone back into her pocket. There's no explanation offered for what took her away, but it was apparently brief and mildly annoying. She sinks back in without word, uncharacteristically quiet as she readjusts, refuels, downing a hefty swig of her cream soda and listening, not sure how out of touch with the conversation that whole minute away has left her.

Ico shrugs, "Urban Legends, Creepypasta and stuff." Is explained. Taking the drinks to set them at the right spot. "Boxing sounds fun." Turning his attention to Sparrow as she return. Noticing her silence. "We were just talking about other hobbies, outside of music." Is offered along with a small, but reassuring, smile. "You know anything fun?"

"Ah, yeah, well, there's a lot of that sort of stuff around here," Jaime says with an idle sort of grin, lifting his beer an taking a swig from it, though his expression fades into something a little more concerned when Sparrow returns, and seems to be in a less than great mood. The conversation doesn't seem to have gone too far since she'd departed. "Can be," he says with a grin, about boxing, "Depends on how good a day your brother's having before he decides to slug you." He flashes a grin, though, clearly joking. He then glances over toward Sparrow when Ico asks her about hobbies.

Sparrow just rolls her eyes and gives her drink a vague waggle in answer to that concern from Jaime; nothing worth getting into, evidently. She snorts a quiet laugh for his talk on boxing, smile starting to return only to take an intentional detour when Ico turns that question her way. "I wouldn't even know where to begin with fun," as if she has no idea what might qualify, a foreign concept to such a boring girl. The grin which follows is a given. "I liiiiiike--" Her eyes angle toward the ceiling while she things. "--making noise, obviously. Fucking with color." She gestures toward her hair, though who knows if that's all she means. "Picking up strays. Kissing good kissers. Figuring out who the good kissers are. Cheese. Road trips. Carnivals. Rollercoasters. Lamps. And, uh..." She looks back between the pair, concluding, "Tarot," before taking another swig of her soda.

Ico shrugs again about town, perhaps noticing some of it but not a lot. Chuckling about Jaime getting slugged though, "Well, don't upset him." He jests. Then grinning at Sparrow, "humor me." Then smirking a bit, "So fucking with noise and being loud. Sounds intertwined." He offers and nodding at her hair though. "Ah, I like those hobbies." Probably about strays, right? "A lot of stuff to try out then."

"Weird lamps," Jaime corrects. "Rave Jesus lamps." He grins a little bit as Sparrow lists out the things that she likes. Then he picks up his bottle, turning it around in his hand to read the label before setting it back down again, attention shifting back to Ico with a chuckle. "Why didn't I think of that?" as though it never occurred to him to not piss off Joey. Truth is, the twins get along really well. It's all in jest. Then he says to Sparrow, "A pretty good list, there."

"You haven't met Howard," Sparrow informs Jaime with wide-eyed delight. Evidently, the lamp collection has grown. When the server comes over with their pizza, she chirps a cheerful thank you, already reaching for a big, bubble-crusted slice despite the fact that the cheese is still gooey and glistening with heat. Doesn't stop her, long strands of cheese connecting her slice to the rest of the pizza, each broken so that the strands can be greedily gathered back on her plate. "I feel a little like you two half-assed it unless I missed some encyclopedic insight into your interests while I was dealing with landlord bullshit. But. I like you both well enough I'll let it slide." The, "This time," which follows is muddled, almost unintelligible around her first bite of pizza.

Ico ahs, "Sound like interesting lamps." sipping on his cream soda. "You're npt a stray like me." He jokes to Jaime. Turning to Sparrow. "Howard the duck?" Thanking for the pizza before letting the other two take slices before he does. A chuckle as she calld them out. "I got music and creepy stuff. I do want to do a horror themed album." Is offered and shrugs, trying to think of more. "I guess I'm one note." He admits. Rolling his eyes at her mumble.

"The duck? I think I heard about the duck," Jaime says, trying to recall whether or not he'd heard details on Howard or not, and then shrugs his shoulders, seeming certain that he will meet Howard at some point. He chuckles when Sparrow accuses them of half-assing it. "Well, wouldn't want to do anything half way." He reaches for his own slice of pizza and considers, "I like .. fast cars, reading to my niece, long rambling text conversations when stuck alone on the road, horror movies, night swimming, visiting random weird places along the side of the road, flirting, skateboarding, reading, working with my hands.. not that I'm particularly good at it." He rolls one shoulder slightly, then lofts a brow at Sparrow, perhaps checking to see if that's better.

Sparrow angles a curious look toward Jaime to see how he takes that not-a-stray observation, but the conversation's easily moving on. With a snort of laughter, she confirms Ico's guess about the lamp's name with a nod to both. "Howard is, indeed, a duck." She holds up two fingers, extended from her bottle, to note that she's observed at least two notes from Ico. "Why spooky stuff?" Though her expectant attention lingers on him a moment, Jaime's gameness for expounding further steals and holds her focus. "Skateboarding!" seems the stand-out, the one which requires excited interjection, even if a few items on that list keep her grinning. "I like working with my hands, too," she informs him. "And I'm pretty good at it." The waggle of her brow suggests some innuendo, but it's pretty low-key. It might just be bragging. Waggling a finger between the guys, she says, "I sense a horror movie night." Ya know, to go along with karaoke night. Always more.

Ico chuckles and nods about the new additional things added by Jaime. "I don't know. It's just intriguing." He offers about spooky stuff. A smirk at all the innuendos. "Horror movie night, yes!".

Jaime doesn't seem to react to the not-a-stray comment at all, really other than with a curious little smile, as though perhaps wondering how Ico came to taht conclusion, but he doesn't argue. He takes another swig of his beer and then waggles his eyebrows in return at the innuendo from Sparrow. "I'm down for horror movie night," he says at the suggestion. When Ico also seems game, he lofts his beer in salute. "Horror movie night is happening."

Sparrow noms happily on her pizza while horror movie night is decided upon, her half-lidded expression and the happy little sounds which escape her making plain her appreciation for the cheesy, greasy, gooey goodness. Her mouth is still half-full as she asks, "What're your favorites?"

Ico was just going by being picked up by them so seem oblivious to anything else. Raising his own about horror movie night. Chewing his own pizza in a matter of moments. "Movies or pizza?" He asks while making a pleased sound.

Jaime reaches out and grabs himself a slice of pizza, finally, still gooey and half-folds it a bit to try and contain the toppings from sliding all over the place as he takes a bite. "Movies," he says after a moment, once his mouth isn't full. Then he considers and says, "I like Thirteen Ghosts, Rose Red, A Cure for Wellness, The Others, Crimson Peak.." He could probably go on, but he stops there and takes another bite from the pizza instead.

Who knows how much of what Jaime says makes any sense whatsoever to Sparrow. His confirmation that she meant movies does! That gets a nod tipped toward Ico. She offers up no list of her own, though, watching the other horror buff expectantly while she noms.

Ico nods, "Shining, Hellraiser. Psychological is usually fun. So is thirteen ghosts." He agrees. "Think we should introduce you to all horrors." He offers to Sparrow, even if she might already have seen a lot of them.

Jaime nods to Ico and says, "Yeah, we should get a wide variety, from slasher, to psychological, to monster, ghosts, suspense, the whole gamut, and just do like.. a marathon thing." He talks between bites of pizza, glancing over toward Sparrow to see what she thinks about the idea.

Sparrow looks between them as she reaches for a napkin to clean off her fingers and swipe at her lips. "Sounds like a long time to be sitting still. I dunno..." The way her dark brows lift toward her bright red bangs as she scans both of them, one might wonder if she's looking for some added incentive, as yet unconvinced of this plan.

"The Thing!" Ico suggests and grins. looking between the both of them. "A lot of future meetings planned now." He says with a chuckle. Still having happy feet though as he moves a bit in his seat. Shrugging to Sparrow, "Add some music and movement and drinks perhaps."

Jaime chuckles as he tries to think of Sparrow sitting still for any length of time, let alone for an entire movie marathon, and then says, "Maybe with the addition of a horror-trope drinking game, horror-themed karaoke, and uh.. I dunno. We'll think of something. Also it doesn't all have to be in one night." He nods in agreement with Ico, "Several future nights."

Sparrow grins wide at Jaime's suggestions for keeping her invested in sitting still, one shoulder shrugging up as if to communicate, 'alright.' For the moment, though, she keeps quiet. Maybe because she's busy going to town on another slice of pizza. Gotta get it while the cheese is still gooey.

Ico nods agreeingly with Jaime. "Yeah, agreed." Not clarifying which as he takes another slice. "We'll figure it out." He assures them in between bites.

Jaime is quiet after that for a bit, to just enjoy the pizza while it's hot, and the beer while it remains cold, and the company. He makes his way through about three slices in total before he begins to slow down. Once the pizza is done, however, and the beverages have been consumed, he settles back in his seat and says. "So, we still up for going out? Or too much pizza?" He chuckles, glancing between them, leaving open the option for either.

Sparrow makes a face at Jaime's question, a bit pouty and petulant, though that displeasure hardly seems targeted at him. "Totally wanna go out." She huffs a little sigh. "But I should probably go take care of this thing at home before I get another call asking where the fuck I'm at." Her frown, fleeting as it is, seems genuine, gone by the time she tips her head toward the exit and adds, "But I can drop you off where I found you whenever you're ready to go."

Ico look between them. "Rescheduling works. Go dancing when you can join." He suggests. looking to Jaime for confirmation.

"Sorry your landlord's beeing an asshole," Jaime says, and then nods. "Yeah, if you want to drop me off by the truck, that'll work." He glances over toward Ico, then, and asks, "Do you still want to do something? Or do you want me to drop you off somewhere? The truck actually runs better than she looks." He grins a little bit sidelong. He fishes out his wallet and grabs the check before anyone else can touch it, heading up to the cashier to pay for the food before returning to the table.