2019-10-08 - Inquisitors, Fairies and Bond Girls, Oh My!

Texts have been sent. Mostly to the effect of 'need a drink, want company, TIBS in 20?' Just enough to set tone, time and place. Sparrow walked. Time to breathe, clear her head some. Be alone. It's kinda nice. For all of the fifteen minutes it takes her to get here before the others. By the time they arrive, she's already sunk down in a booth with at least a partial view of the door, able to wave them over if she looks up from her phone at the right time. This evening, the redhead wears black on black, a black hoodie over a black tee shirt, though her jeans are blue, faded and artfully torn. Chunky black boots bear glittery red laces, the only pop of color in her attire tonight, aside from the hint of orange-ish gloss on her lips. Even low-key Sparrows gotta look good, right? Her fingers are wrapped around a glass of beer, already one third gone. And her smile, definitely present, just doesn't seem as bright as usual.

No longer down with the sickness, (haha), Ash has walked as well, which is probably fairly funny since that means if Sparrow was coming from home then she was right behind her. By minutes. When she strolls through the door she is bouncing, breezing through to the bar and around behind it because she works here. Even if she's not at work. She takes advantage of the fact Easton isn't around to make herself a drink, then she is heading in Sparrow's direction, "Birdie!"

Unlike Sparrow, Nicole does not look good. She's coming out of being sick for far too long and is still feeling run down. She at least is showered, hair up in a ponytail, though her face is without makeup. Striding into the Two if by Sea, she wears a pair of loose fitting jeans cuffed at the ankle, a belt to hold them onto her hips, a pair of white converse with no socks, a grey tee shirt with a faded logo of some tourist attraction on Route 66, and her black leather jacket. Spotting Sparrow easily (who can miss the red hair?), she heads her way. Waving at Ash as she joins the booth, she then says to Sparrow, "so what gives, girly?"

"Legs." Sparrow's greeting is low-key, but her smile is warm, drink lifted just a little as if to toast to Ash's arrival. Except the glass doesn't go any further up to complete the gesture, no sip taken. Not at the moment. "You're looking better." When Nicole arrives not too far behind, she quips, "You, not so much," with a sympathetic smile. It's the question, though, that has her nose scrunching, gaze shooting off to pan around the room as she shrugs up one shoulder. "I dunno. Nothing." Uh huh. "Just overdue for some catch-up." That's true enough. "And taking off for a few days with Zelie soon, so." This time, when she lifts her glass to the pair who've joined her, she actually drinks. When the glass comes back down, she redirects back toward them, asking, "What's up with you both?"

"Me? Trying to catch back up on homework I'd missed..." Ash lifts her drink up, then takes a quick sip from it before she sets it down on the table, leaning forward to rest her elbows on either side of it, "Going to be sick again this weekend, just so that I can go camping...So, I'm great." She glances at Nicole, looking to see what her response to the question is. There is a quick smile, "It gets better?" It does, really. Considering she seems to be bouncing back.

Narrowing her eyes a little at Sparrow's 'nothing' comment, Nicole gives a soft, 'hmm'. She doesn't know Sparrow super well, but she knows people in general enough to know that was a bullshit answer. She lets it slide for the moment though, the woman will talk if she wants to talk. "Oh? Where are you and Zelie going?" she asks before looking around the bar and out a window towards the sea warily. "I just have to look human again, so I can get back to the salon. Lacey's about to have a fit, and I have some regulars who refuse to see anyone but me... I need to hire more people." She sighs softly and reaches for a menu that presumably is on the table. Glancing up at Ash she says, "sorry I didn't talk much at movie night. I was so tired... refused to admit Joey got me sick... bastard."

Sparrow's expression goes vaguely horrified at the very thought of missed coursework. "I missed one day a couple weeks back..." And even that was a challenge. Nevermind that she's gonna be taking three days off to spend time with her little sister; it's way easier when it's planned for and she can get stuff done ahead of time. Long story short: Ash has all of her sympathy. Even if she doesn't need it. "But camping sounds fantastic. Taking a park ranger?" Squint. "Moose caller? Don't know enough about the rest of the dozen to make up more nicknames." She flashes a grin, vaguely proud of herself for the months-old callback. That grin goes wide at Nicole's movie night apology, at the implications of her illness. That pride is not at all vague, her expression very much I Did That. "Nobody needs to get their hair did that bad. You can take a couple extra days." Cuz this permission is obviously hers to give. "We're heading down to a show in Cali. Some obscure band she's into lately that hasn't yet spilled over the borders of their home state." Which shouldn't take days, but that's the pretense for getting away anyway.

"That's right...You're Dylan's hair fairy." Speaking of pride, Ash seems proud at herself for remembering such information. "When you're back on your feet and stuff, I totally want to see what all the hype is about." She then reaches over, offering a hand to make up for all the missed introductions and illness stuff, "Ash." Which sadly means that Sparrow is delayed in getting her response to the question of who she's going camping with, but when the answer comes there is a snort of amusement, "Park ranger. As long as the trees are still there, so.." She lifts a hand, crossing her fingers some. "Also...we're going to be doing a Halloween party, you guys are invited."

"Camping does sound kind of fun. I mean, I practically live in a camper, but, I mean camping camping..." Nicole leans an elbow on the table, propping up her head with her hand. It takes a lot of energy to sit upright. Seeing Sparrow's smile Nicole grins crookedly and gives a breathy laugh, small and quiet. "It's been... like a week and a half..." She pouts. "Thank goodness we're in a small town where there aren't a lot of options nor a lot of people to be too backlogged..." Her gaze flits over the sea outside again then back to Sparrow. "If the band is good, let me know. Always on the lookout for new music." She laughs a little more when Ash mentions the hair Fairy, then nods. "I am, yes. Maybe when I redo the salon I should make it look like how Dylan drew it." She shakes her head. That's not really something she is considering.

Sparrow lifts a hand to her ridiculously red hair to primp a little. Sure, dark roots are starting to show, but the color has otherwise held really strongly, and she seems to be implying that Nicole's to credit there. "Good," is maybe a bit too soft, too warm for the teasing tone of the initial inquiry about camping partners, but she means it. "Glad you two hit it off. Garrett's good people. Like... really good people." A second later, her eyes go wide as she adds, "Not to say my brother isn't. Or that--" She stops herself right there. When the server arrives to see if they need anything. "Mozzarella sticks." Cuz fried cheese makes everything better. "And another?" She's only barely half-through her beer, but she's planning ahead. Leveling Nicole with a Very Serious Expression, she tells her, "I offer educational services. Religious services. Enlightening experiences. If you are seriously always on the look out for new music. Like, mm. You been listening to Lucky Daye? You are definitely a Lucky Daye girl."

"I love camping. Usually it's me and Ast, and the boys and Runa." Ash offers Nicole a quick smile, reaching into her back pocket to take her phone out, unlocking it to open up the photos, then she settles on one before she slides it out to where they both can see it, and scroll for more if they want. "So over the summer we all took a trip out to the beach to camp." It's probably breaking hearts and minds all across the city, but she isn't latching onto the music conversation. Instead she leans towards Sparrow, her eyes wide as she stares at her, whispering not at all quietly, "I'm telling him you said that." She brow waggles a fraction before she straightens, "Seriously. Halloween party. I'm expecting you there, and in costume. And I hope someone." That'd be Nicole. "Wears wings."

"Garrett seemed cool," Nicole nods before the server arrives. When it's her turn, she glances at the menu again. "Um, iced tea please, and just some fries. Seasoned, if you have them. If not, a side of buffalo or hot sauce and a side of ranch." Listen, it's good, okay? Order given she smiles at Sparrow. "I love Lucky Daye. Karma is possibly played on loop on occasion...." She laughs again and looks to Ash. "Wings? Like the one's Dylan draws on me?" She leans over to look at the photos of the beach camping. "Niiice. Now, that would be a romantic camping trip. Beach tent.. sunsets, bonfires... man..."

Sparrow, grown-up that she is, sticks her tongue out at Ash while trying--and failing--to retain an otherwise neutral expression. The grin comes too easily. "If you could tell Corey I talk him up, too..?" One dark eyebrow arches higher than the other, which soon joins the first as both of her hands go up to the sides of her head, pointing upward. "Should I wear my halo?" Yes, yes, those fingers do look like horns positioned to support the imaginary evidence of her entirely real and not at all made-up innocence. As her hands drop down, one points to Nicole, and she says, "Knew it. Expect your first lesson soon." No, she doesn't bother to clarify. Nor does she comment on camping or beachside romance. But there's a certain soft cast to her smile which suggests some agreement, maybe familiarity. Focusing instead on Halloween, she asks Ash, "What are you gonna be at your party?"

"Totally wings like the one's Dylan drawn on you. Exactly like it...In fact, I bet between him and Jens." Ash pauses at that, backtracks for a second, "Jens was the big guys little brother who didn't make the party because he was busy dying from the flu." She then takes a breath, then continues, "Anyways, you could get those wings made between the two of them." She glances at Sparrow, then up, nodding at the question about the halo, "Of course. Aaaaaaaand...." What is she going as? Well. There is an answer to that. "A Bond girl. Just got to find a slinky dress and boobs." She reaches up to give her boobs a hoist upwards for a moment before she answers another thought, "I can give you the directions to the beach if you want to go down for a romantic time."

Amused by Sparrow's antics towards Ash, Nicole gives a little giggle. "I need to get to know Corey better too. Amazing food at the movies. He seemed nice." Looking up towards those finger horns, possibly imagining a halo there, she suggests, "only if it's slightly tarnished." A wink is given to Sparrow, even if she isn't certain exactly what lessons she is agreeing to. If Nicole has proven one thing to her new friend, it's that she isn't exactly afraid of unknown adventures. Turning again to Ash she tilts her head. "Jens... have heard the name, not sure I've met him... I should text Dylan though. See what he can do for me maybe. The flu has had me out of contact with a few people." Grinning as Ash hoists her boobs up, she recommends, "make sure to come up with an appropriate Bong Girl alias... and.." A shrug of her shoulder is given. "I'll take those directions.. you know.. for like.. faux romance... faux. Semi faux."

"He's not dead," Sparrow assures of Jens, just in case there was question as it surely felt, at times, like that flu could possibly actually kill someone. "Me, Jens, Rink--" Dylan. Whatever. "--Alfie, Corey. Obviously. We were all in school together. Same grade. Ooh! And Bax. But--" They probably don't know Grant. Irrelevant tangent. She waves her hand to dismiss that. "And my brother seems nice. Until you get to know him." Her eyes go wide with feigned horror. "And then you realize he's really nice and will probably kill you with sugar if you let him." Her gaze dips tit-ward, following Ash's hands, lips skewing left with an off-center grin. "I mean. I like whatcha got." But she understands the costume concept well enough to leave it at that. "Take it that means you've already got some thigh high boots?" Is that what Bond girls wear? In her brain, at least. Looking to Nicole, she asks, "Is that what it is now? Semi-faux? Half-faked romance and very real breakfast?"

"He is in fact not dead. I saw him moving around, I think he's still taking it slow, though." Ash reaches for her phone again, picking it up to pull up her contacts, and a new one, then she sets the phone down in front of Nicole, "Put in your number, and I'll send you all the information." She rests her elbows on the table, chin in her hands before she nods, "Corey is awesome. Like...amazing. He's a good cook, too." She then glances at Sparrow, then down at her chest, then back up before flashing Sparrow a bright smile, "No boots...I'm going as Vesper Lynd, from Casino Royale. So, heels, slinky dress, and a martini."

Nicole dips her head down and smiles, her lips curling in a happy, impish way as she avoids looking at Sparrow. "Um, I mean...." She glances up without lifting her head, shrugging. "It's.. I have no idea what it is. But, it's something like that. Or... I dunno. I just know that with him is one of my favorite ways to spend time." She looks up then, but not at Sparrow. Her eyes wander around the restaurant, checking for the server, then out at the water. "Semi something with fucking amazing Pancakes." She gets a bit of saving grace when Ash slides her phone towards her. She takes it in hand, enters 'Hair Fairy' as her name with 'Nicole' as her last name. She enters her own cell number under mobile, and the salon's under work.

"Zombies are also mobile," Sparrow points out of the lack of exclusivity between death and movement, but she then goes on to add, "But yeah, looked human yesterday." At the clarification on the costume, teeth catch on her lower lip for a second as she nods. "Fuck yeah. Sexy and smart. The drink as part of the costume. Endless refills a requirement." Her attentions trays to Nicole, grin growing wide for how stinking adorable she is when put on the spot. Leaning in, she tells her conspiratorially, "It doesn't need to be anything more. Or less. Or defined at all. I am so glad it is good, gorgeous. So happy." But before she can get too mushy or ask any more questions, the server brings iced tea and mozz sticks and seasoned fries with sides of buffalo sauce and ranch.

"True. But most zombies don't declare themselves alive, I don't think." Ash hasn't ever really thought that far ahead, though. She then drains her drink before setting it down on the table, picking her phone back up just in time for it to start ringing. "Shit...it's my mom. Excuse me..." She starts to get to her feet, pausing long enough to add, "I totally agree that as long as everyone is having fun, fuck labels." Then she scurries off to answer the phone.

"She has a point..." Nicole says, gesturing to Sparrow. "Zombies are mobile. Not to worry you, but..." Now she is looking at Ash. "They did talk in that one Walking Dead Season... I mean, turned out they were fake zombies, but..." She shrugs. "Guess I'll have to meet Jens to see for myself if he's alive or dead." Impish smile returns! Nicole can't help it. "Yeah. I suppose if we ever feel like we need a label, we'll label... It is good. He's... good." She nods but then smirks. "In his oh so bad way." Ah, bad boys, who can resist? There is a small silent cheer for food and tea. "I'm starving..." that's a good sign, right? She pours a bit of ranch on the plate with her fries then adds a smaller amount of buffalo sauce, stirring the concoction together with a fry. She nibbles that fry end as she nods to Ash excusing herself for the phone call.

Once Ash has turned away, Sparrow's head tilts while she watches that departure. It's totally okay to check the blonde out if no one--except Nicole--catches her doing it, right? She empties her first drink as she straightens, the glass nudged toward the end of the table before she picks up the second, giving the fried cheese a moment to cool. "He's good people too," she says of Joey. "But you know how I feel about that. He gets what's important." With a little wobble of her head, she seems to rethink that, but no correction comes. "You been getting out otherwise? With classes going, I dunno how well I'mma play Tour Guide to the Terrible. You might need to find your own bad ideas." Which makes her shoulders slump. Sad thought is sad.

"He really, really is," Nicole agrees, grinning as Sparrow checks Ash out. "He does get what's important." Sparrow's head wobble remains a mystery, but Nicole continues. "We are a lot alike in ways, Just you know, taking advantage of the moments we are granted I guess. And when he cares about people, it shows. Like his niece, man, he adores that kid." She shrugs a little and picks up another fry, dips it and swirls it in the sauce she made as she talks. "A little. Flu sidelined me a bit. I need to touch base with a few people. Met some other people... I set reminders in my phone for a couple things going on around town I might check out. Might not be on your list of Terrible, but, I'm getting out when I can."

"Yeah, him and Jaime both," Sparrow says of the kid the Kellys care for, definitely approving. Good indicator of good people. She starts picking at her mozzerella sticks, pulling one apart to let out the steam, the cheese still gooey enough to stretch between the uneven halves. "People are good. And so are things. So. What kind of things?" Nomnomnom.

Into the bar comes a meandering Corey. Normally he'd be in class until about now, but he clearly got out early and has come from there, his college bag slung over one shoulder. He's in cargo shorts and a dark gray t-shirt with 'I'm sorry, your opinion wasn't in the recipe' written on it in black. Glancing around, he spies his sister and someone vaguely familiar, also catching sight of Ash as she retreats on her phone, a hand lifted to wave. Then, he's sliding into a seat at the table his twin is at. "Hey Phil." Then, with a cheerful smile to Nicole, "Hey babe."

Munching away on fries, Nicole pauses to say, "um, there's a pottery painting thing? Uh... I forget what else." Nicole shrugs. "That's what my phone is for, it remembers for me." She flashes a charming smile at Sparrow before looking up to greet Corey. "Hey there... Nicole, I was at movie night?" Clearly 'babe' clued her in that her name was not immediately remembered.

When Corey slides into the booth beside her, Sparrow drops her hands to her lap to classesly brush her fingers against her jeans instead of even thinking to reach for a napkin, then scoots closer to her twin to tip her head to his shoulder, to hook her fingers at his elbow. "Nicole's kinda seeing Joey who's Jaime's brother. And you know Jaime. Right?" Sort of. It's not like the band's come together to practice all that much. Damned grown-ups with their grown-up lives. "Are you making the pottery or just painting it? Do you paint other things? Or is this a try a new thing thing?"

Without even seeming to think about it, Corey wraps an arm around Sparrow's shoulder, letting her settle in against him as much as she wants to. "Yeah, I know the twins a bit," he confirms, nodding, then grins faintly at Nicole. "Pretty sure you were a zombie last I saw you, babe." Because that's just what he calls women, with the exception of those related to him or underage. "You feeling better?"

Sparrow's guard drops a bit as Corey's arm goes around her shoulders, as she sinks into the comfort from her brother. While he and Nicole talk, she lets her guard down, lets her smile slip entirely, leaving her looking... tired. Just beat. Until Nicole shoots up from her seat with an, "Oh shit!" and makes for the beach-side door, phone in hand. That piques her curiosity, has her watching the woman go. "Uh." There's probably an explanation, but fuck if she knows what it is.

It leaves Sparrow alone with her twin all the same, giving her a chance to tell him, "I'm sorry," kinda out of nowhere. "For not being better at helping you through the weird stuff. For suggesting it might be your friend. I know this probably isn't the right place to get into it, but I'm really sorry, C."

Blinking slowly as Nicole books it out of the bar down to the beach, Corey looks vaguely bemused before looking down to Sparrow, a small smile offered her way. "It's okay, P. We all deal with it differently," he murmurs, squeezing her shoulders lightly. "I haven't seen her since. I should probably check if she's okay." He sounds a little awkward at that.

Nicole grins at Sparrow's way of introducing her, then shakes her head. "I actually don't know for sure... Just painting it I think?" Shaking her head again she says, "nah... I mean, I painted stuff for my house..." Trailer, but, for her it's her house. "Try a new thing thing." With a bit of a chuckle she nods towards Corey. "Not quiet zombie, but was further on that path than I wanted to admit. I am on the right side of it now at least. Thanks."

Glancing towards the sea again, Nicole's eyes go wide and she suddenly slides out of the booth. "Oh shit!" She takes a couple steps. "Uh... be right back." She's heading towards the door that leads out and down to the beachfront, reaching for her phone in her jacket pocket as she goes.

While the twins talk a moment, she can be seen through the window, taking a couple pictures with her phone and somewhat pacing the shoreline.

Sparrow's lower lip juts out in an exaggerated, pouty frown. "I like it better when I get to be the badass one keeping cool and helping you." Ya know, rather than feeling kinda helpless and flaily like she is now. Can't imagine why! Still, her arm wraps around him, catching on his farther arm, as she squeezes Corey in a brief, one-armed hug, letting that gesture express her appreciation for his ability to pick up the slack when she stumbles. With that, she draws away some, straightening so she can eat her mozzerella sticks and enjoy her beer. "Jens is helping me with the basement. Making it a brighter place." Reclaiming it after Alfie was found down there post-Dream, she means. "Think you'll like it."

There's a low, amused sound from Corey. "Of course you do. And you will be again, but it's nice to pretend I'm the one protecting you, sometimes," he murmurs, returning the squeeze and then stealing one of her mozzarella sticks. Nom. "Yeah? I'll take a look when you're ready to show it off.

A bit breathless and coughing just a little, one not completely over the flu probably should think before running, Nicole returns a bit flush-cheeked. She sits back at the booth with a bit of a huff and reaches for her iced tea. After taking a sip, she tries to explain. "Sorry, I thought I saw a um... crab. I wanted to take a picture...." Seems fishy. "For my insta." Sure... "Where were we?" Time to start nibbling cooling fries more.

"And it's nice of you to acknowledge that's all it is," Sparrow chirps affectionately to Corey, knowing full well that he helps for real, not just pretend. "It's helping. Me, anyway. Alfie still seems to be coping mostly with energy drinks even though I told him--" But Nicole's on her way back. She doesn't finish the thought, instead going in for another bit of fried cheese as she smiles at the photographer. "Did you see a crab?" she wonders, not at all worried about where they had been.

Nodding to Sparrow's chirp, not contradicting her for once, Corey accepts the affection and lifts a hand to.. yes, mess up her red hair a bit. Because that's also what brothers do. Then Nicole is back with some bullcrap excuse, his brows raising. "You saw a crab, from here, and it was insta-worthy? Try again," he prompts, clearly not believing a single word of it.

"I dunno... It wasn't there when I got down there... and I didn't hear any French, so... it's all good." Nicole opens up her phone then. "I did take a couple of interesting pictures of some driftwood though." Sliding the phone towards Sparrow, she grins. Nodding to Corey she says, "it was a big crab. Some of them are..."

French. Right. Sparrow angles a sidelong look to Corey with a glance and shrug down at Nicole's phone. She wasn't looking for proof! And she's not looking to get into a conversation about Crustaceans of Unusual Size. But neither is she looking to prevent it from happening. So she just noms-and-sips while she waits to see if that's all something her twin wants to poke at.

The mention of crabs speaking French has Corey blanching somewhat. Or maybe the stolen mozzarella stick he just ate didn't agree with him? Either way, he's definitely not prodding Nicole for more, looking down and then lifting a hand to wave at a waitress, so he can order a beer and some potato skins.

Nicole keeps at those fries, swirling them in the buffalo ranch and eating them. When Sparrow stops looking at Nicole's phone, she takes it back. "I thought they were cool anyway." Pictures of driftwood aren't for everyone.

Awkward. Most days, this would be Sparrow's moment to shine, putting her effortlessly bright energy to good use directing the conversation back to happier places. But this isn't most days. And that takes effort. What comes easily is the lean toward Corey to set her shoulder against his for a second, a little reassurance that she's here, everything's okay. And drinking. A few more seconds of silence pass after her glass comes down before she says, "So." And then nothing. The idea visibly dawns, dark brows shooting up as she looks to Corey. "You gonna go to the Halloween party as a mad scientist?"

With his order placed, Corey looks back to the two women, his arm returning to around Sparrow's shoulders. "Yeah, I was thinking about it, after Rink's awesome picture. Maybe spike my hair up, get some coloured contacts, bloodstained lab coat. I could mix some shots in plastic test tubes or something."

Maybe she was oblivious to awkwardness, or she just is used to it, it didn't seem to phase Nicole as she finishes that plate of fries. "I wonder how many people will be going as their Dylan inspired selves. We all should, that would be amazing." She smiles bright then wraps her lips around the straw for a sip of tea. "Mm... Wonder what I should wear with the wings..."

"How many Rink characters are there?" Sparrow asks with a furrow of her brow. "Pretty sure I was first." Not that it's a competition. But it's a competition. "I haven't talked with him in..." Her shoulder shrugs up beneath Corey's arm. Math is hard. "Not including movie night which wasn't a lot of talking. I'm not sure he even watched the movie. Pretty sure he just drew zombies."

"It's not like he talks much anyway," Corey points out to Sparrow, then cocks his head slightly at Nicole. "What did he draw you as?" he wonders of the woman who isn't curled up against him, his tone curious. "A fairy of some kind?" She did mention wings, after all.

"Um, I dunno, actually, but apparently at least us three." Nicole grins at Sparrow. "Mine was born when I was doing your hair, thus, Hair Fairy. he's shown me some he did after, for the comic? Did you see those? I love his work, the more serious stuff too." She smiles, having already sort of answered Corey and says, "Hair Fairy. Heroine of Style."

"She could probably help you," Sparrow quips lightly to Corey, teasing, a little more of her usual self. His hair is fine. Looking back to Nicole, she explains, "I didn't know he started. He'd talked about it. I told him he should. Haven't seen what's come of the idea, though. I don't think we communicate well. And, I mean, not just cuz he's not a talker." To her brother, she notes, "It's easier in text. More words. But I'm pretty sure I say things that make him twitch sometimes. I dunno." No,.

"Hmn. You, make people twitch?" Corey asks in faux-disbelief, a little light teasing even as he squeezes Sparrow's shoulders again and nods at Nicole. "Hair fairy, yeah. Maybe get like a bunch of clip-in hair thingies and make a skirt with it, or something?" Yeah, he's terrible at costume ideas. Zero points for the chef.

"He's sort of started it. Just beginning stages I guess. But, he showed me one he did of Hair Fairy stomping on a heavy metal looking dude. I told him to talk to the folks at One Up. I do some photos for them sometimes..." Nicole says, looking up at Corey's hair. She smiles and says, "I could, of course. Everyone needs a little trim sometimes, or a lot trimmed, or... to go for a screaming like a fire engine look." She smiles again to Sparrow before looking down at her lap, possibly trying to envision a hair clip skirt."I'll figure something out..."

"Some people just don't get my charm," Sparrow answers Corey, whether it merited answer or not, her eyes wide like she's staring out at some great unsolved mystery. When her eyes refocus, it's on Nicole as she confirms, "Neon sign to let people know what they're getting," about her hair. But on the topic of costumes, she admits, "Not sure I wanna be the Inquisitor. Though that would give me an excuse to go around asking people really uncomfortable questions, so." She might've just talked herself into it.

There's a nod from Corey as Nicole confirms she'll figure something out - probably something better than a clip-in-hair-extension skirt. His coke and loaded potato skins are delivered and he lifts the former up to sip from, before sliding the plate of bacon and cheesy goodness marginally closer towards Sparrow. "I mean, you could talk with a Spanish accent. Nobody would expect you," he notes to his twin, his smile sly.

With a lopsided smirk, Nicole asks Sparrow, "do you need an excuse? Half the time I think you ask me questions just to see if I will blush..." She chuckles a bit at Corey's remark towards Sparrow, then eyes those potato skins. "Man.. those look good... Maybe I should order some." Yeah, she must be feeling better.

"Pretty sure people expect the Spanish Inquisition now," Sparrow quips dryly back to her brother as she plucks up a potato skin. "But the French Inquisition might be novel?" Looking to Nicole, she asks, "Aimez-vous embrasser les filles? Comme moi?" so very casually, innocently. One can just picture that halo above her head now. Only partially tarnished. Tilting toward her brother, she asks more quietly, "Voulez-vous que je vous laisse seul pour partager vos collations avec de jolies filles? Je pense que je suis prêt à rentrer à la maison." Nom.

Shaking his head slightly, Corey murmurs quietly to his twin, "Je vais bien, je préférerais être avec toi. Tu veux me botter le cul chez Mario Kart?" Whatever that exchange was, he scoops up two of his loaded skins and sets them in front of Nicole, stuffs one into his mouth and takes the other along with him as he stands. "I think we're gonna bail. Nice seeing you again, babe."

"Um..." Blink. Nicole looks at Sparrow with a twist of her lips, clearly, not a person who speaks French. "Um... maybe?" Comes her furrowed-brow answer. The words were posed with a lilt at the end of them, like a question, so that seemed the safest to go with. She then looks between Corey and Sparrow. "Mario Kart!" She smiles, but then Corey is pushing potato skins her way. "Oh.. okay. Nice seeing you again too... um.. toots." Looking to Sparrow she says, "catch you soon, I hope. You said something about lessons?" She lifts one of the skins that are left and says to Corey, gesturing with it like a glass of champagne, "thank you."

Sparrow brow waggles at Nicole's maybe, her grin skewing decidedly lascivious. Whatever she's almost sorta noncommittally agreeing to is probably at least a tiny bit dirty. Or she wants it to look that way. She blows a kiss across the table at Nicole before she starts scooting out too, a grateful smile turned toward Corey. He gets her. Her twin gets her. Surprising absolutely no one. "Music. Soon. After I get back from my trip." As she moves past, she brushes a hand over the hairdresser's shoulder and says, "Thanks for this." But then she's falling into step beside Corey, off to go hide away for a while and play some Mario Kart. Like grown-ups.