2019-10-25 - Pizza Guy Cameo

Among those at the laundry mat this evening is a blonde who definitely does not look like she belongs. Chances are she's never had to use one of these places a day in her life. She is exasperated as she vengefully scrolls through her phone and every so often hits a change dispenser, demanding her dollar back.

There's a washing machine at home. Of course there is. But sometimes... Emergencies happen. And so a mildly peeved Gina walks into the laundromat, looking a little bedraggled. There's mud splattered all over her, and she smells a little too strongly of onions and...apples, of all things. She storms over to the vending machine that dispenses soap, slapping a few coins into it until she's got the required items. Then, wordlessly, she strips off her oversized black sweater, steps out of her long black skirt (there is a sleeveless top and thick leggings beneath, GOSH) and then through some wiggling magic, removes her bra, tossing all three into the washing machine before she starts adding quarters. One at a time. Purposefully, and with enough anger it's like she's popping the eyes of her enemy.

Cassidy eyes Gina's broadcasted display of frustration. She looks with futility at the change machine that stole her last dollar. It may be that the other woman is her last hope.

"Do you have any change? I can ... pay you back." She lifts and drops her hands in exasperation, "Like...tomorrow? Or something."

Gina turns to look towards Cassidy, eyes flat, before her eyes go to the machine. Rolling her eyes, she reaches down to tug... a roll of quarters... from her boot. She tosses the whole thing towards Cassidy. Hope she can catch! "Coin changer works maybe half the time. Two stores down always does twenty-buck rolls." Two more stabs, a few buttons pushed, and the machine groans, clanks, and the soft swish of water filling it begins.

Cassidy makes an 'eep!' sound and brings her hands up to little fists in tight at her chin as she tries to avoid being hit by the flying coins.

The roll of quarters hits her too-big gray sweatshirt with relatively low impact, then falls to the floor. She kneels down to pick them up. "Thanks." She goes to a washer where she stuffed her clothes. "My machine broke."

Gina watches Cassidy's fumbling with something between a smirk and a scoff, even as she backs up towards one of the wooden tables, pushing herself up on top of it adn letting her feet dangle, "Yeah, no surprise. Pretty sure most laundromats steal people's coins all the time. Part of the business model."

Without the outer clothes, the smell of onions and apples is far less predominant, though now Gina is leaning forward, pushing her hair forward and unpinning it, shaking it out. Yeah, the smell is there, too. Just a wee bit.

"You think they'd at least give us a cable tv to watch while ..." Cassidy is interrupted by a loud blast of thunder, which takes her by surprise.

"...we're here - with all the rip-off going on." She sinks into a chair and languidly pulls her phone to rest in her lap and stares at the screen.

"Emergency measures." Gina says, quite succinctly. "Places to go I don't want to smell like a fucking medicinal tea for. This is closer than going home." She turns to look Cassidy up and down, "I'm guesing you're just knew and don't know better."

"Oh, must be important..." Cassidy drawls as her attention stays riveted ob the phone; scrolling through beach body maintenance tips given in 10-20 second length instructional video snippets.

"hmm?" she looks up and blinks. "Oh. Yeah, I'm new."

Gina continues shaking out her hair, fluffing up the deep purple and making it-- well, rather messy, really. But eventually, she tosses her head back, running her fingers through her hair before she starts on a messy sidde braid. She remains seated on the table, legs swinging, fully able to ignore Cassidy and focus on the washing machine. After a long, looong moment, however, she asks, "So. What made you take up as a DA, anyway?"

"Other side of the coin," Cassidy answers without looking up. She does cross one leg over the other, however.

"Out of Harvard I worked in Seattle for the Public Defender's office for about a year. Then this job opened up. I was originally going to go to DC but plans changed."

"That explains it." Gina says idly. Currently, Gina is dressed in a sleeveless top and a pair of ripped, muddied leggings, her purple hair in a side braid she's only just completed. Definitely not enough clothes for the weather by far. There's a very subtle scent of onions and apples around her, for some odd reason, and she keeps glancing at her phone impatiently while looking at one of the washing machines. Cassidy is off to one side, on her phone. "Dumb decision, but you do you."

Into the laundry comes one Dylan, a pair of sweats that seem like they might be as old as the building itself. A way to fuzzy brown sweater is his version of keeping warm for the fall. He's accompanied by one inked woman, and they both have a couple of bags of laundry slung over shoulders, and Dylan is also toting the appropriate supplies to make sure they actually get cleaned. "First comic," He offers up as they enter towards Mae, beaming a smile towards her. "Almost done."

"Already? You've been working pretty hard on it." Mae sets down her bag and toes it with her boot, peering inside. "I feel like most of this is your stuff, did you decide today was the day to wash blankets?" She is wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie, the sleeves dragged up to her forearm. "Alright, whites first." She may not be able to cook, but she can wash clothes.

"I'm sure you think you're pretty special, but doing jury selection in Seattle is literally, like, sifting through five dozen of you." Cassidy sasses at Gina with bitchy head bobs. She pushes herself up and goes to the bathroom.

As soon as Cassidy bitches at her and leaves, Gina...grins? A little slyly, a little satisfied, to herself. But then there are voices, and she glances towards the door at the newcomers, mud-splattered feet still idly swaying back and forth. Her face goes back to its usual hard-to-decipher, unsmiling expression. She doesn't say much, just looks from one to the other, this fine, fine evening, but she does nod the slightest bit in Dylan's direction. A familiar young face about town, if nothing else.

"Good inspiration." A playful wink is cast towards Mae for that, a lopsided smile of sheepish innocence touching his features as those eyes go big and wide. "Slipper day." He isn't serious, thankfully! He starts to head towards the washing machines first, letting the dancer take the lead even as his eyes shift to the other person present that isn't in the restrooms. It's a big, beaming smile that he flashes towards Gina's head bob in his direction, that bright voice pipping up, "Hello!"

"I'll happily take the blame for that, if you're tossing it my way." She blinks, glancing down at one of the bags. "Slippers couldn't be this damn heavy." She starts to pull clothes from the bags, they all aren't slippers, and starts to load whites into one of the machines. She isn't quite as enthusiastic in her greeting as Dylan is but she manages a nod in Gina's direction, along with a muted. "Hey." Once the machine is stuffed nearly full, she sets the dials and dumps in some detergent. "Bleach when the hot water fills up." She glances around for her purse and the magazine she stuffed in there to keep her occupied while they were here.

Gina's expression doesn't waver, even in the face of such a wonderful, cheerful smile! Truly, she earned her reputation. She also looks just about to open her mouth and comment--- but no, there's a buzzing, and she glances at the phone to her side. Frowning at whatever number is displayed, she takes the call, "Yo. Hey. No, I'll be late." Pause. "Not really into it. It'll probably be another hour.." She glances at the duo, then jumps down from the table and moves to go take her call outside, hugging the eaves.

Dylan opens up his bag as well, pulling out a few whites. It's when he gets to the pair of white boxers with the yellow rubber ducks all over them that his head cranes around to peer at Mae with a questioning look. "Whites?" Up one brow comes, while the other lowers in a rather perplexed look as Gina watches them back in return, clearly waiting for whatever reply she had in store, only to see her take that call. "Full. Bleach." He repeats, hopefully having that all remembered correctly.

"Whites." Mae confirms, gazing at the boxers with amusement for a few beats before she leans down to pick up the bleach, setting it on the washer next to the one they're using. "I don't know if I trust you with this." She says quietly, glancing toward Gina as she exits the building. She looks back at Dylan and pats his arm. "Why don't you get a load of colors started, no bleach needed there." She gazes at the hot water gushing into the washing machine. "How are you going to distribute the comic?"

A soft gasp of mock hurt comes from him, and up Dylan's left hand comes, fingers spread wide as it presses against his heart. Those big, blue eyes just stare at Mae, before his other hand lets go of those boxers to drop them in. "Colors. Right!" He opens up another machine to flip the lid open, and then he starts going through the process of pulling out clothes to toss in. "Dunno. Nicole," His features all scrunch up, and look of utter frustration until the reset button his brain is pushed. "introduce Ruby." It sounds like it hasn't happened yet, one one shoulder lifts up into a hapless shrug, before he gets to his plan B. "Digital. Patreon."

Mae faces down that Care Bear stare with a stoic look, grinning when he looks away to pick up and load the colors into another washing machine. "She's going to have them in her shop?" She asks, leaning to bump against him before he mentions Ruby. She doesn't put two and two together right away, just nodding in his direction. "I think you're going to be okay. You just need to make have a little faith." The machine fills up and she picks up the bleach, carefully pouring the amount needed into the water. She closes it and it begins to agitate, so she turns to push herself up to sit on it. "Oh, you mean that Nicole is going to introduce you to Ruby? Why not march in and introduce yourself?"

"Comic Shop?" He explains with a hopeful look as he bumps back, and then when she puts those two bits together, his head bobs up and down at it all. "Two reasons." Up his hand lifts, momentarily pausing in his quest to dump in as many colored clothes as he can into the washer. "My talking," He points to his mouth, and gives Mae a knowing look at just how he manages to explain stuff. That hand extends a second finger for point number two. "Nicole knows," Ruby, one would imagine, and that might hopefully have at least a bit of sway. Once mor ehis brilliant smile is flashed towards the dancer, and he leans in against her for a second before his attention returns back to filling up his washer.

Mae stares at Dylan for a few beats, and there is plenty that she might want to say, but all she does say is. "Sounds like a plan." She points to her purse that she forgot to grab before she took her high seat, crossing her legs. "Hand me that, would you?" She glances out the window, gazing at the sky to see what the weather might do. "Hopefully the rain holds off until we can get these clothes home."

His head tips to the side quizically, catching that look of the woman before Dylan asks, "What?" His brow furrows, and then once she's inquired about her purse, it is plucked up and walked over towards her to be dropped off. "Be fine!" He says optimistically as he gazes out of the windows, upbeat as ever. Back he trundles to get the washer started, and then he tugs free from his bag that ever so familiar sketchbook, complete with a pencil. "I'll show?" Up one eyebrow arches curiously to Mae, checking if she wants to see now, or would rather fiddle with her purse.

"Nothing." Mae tries a Dylan tactic, aiming a bright smile in his direction as she holds out her hands. "Let me see." She nods toward her purse. "The only thing in there is my phone and a magazine that I'm not sure is going to be as interesting. Plus, if I see an updated sketch I can see how I'm supposed to dress up for this party." A beat. "If it rains, we'll just take an Uber or something."

"Don't believe." Cue that big, puppy dog eyed stare from Dylan towards Mae, and this time it includes a pouting lower lip as he slowly slinks down into a chair next to the woman. A low hum comes from him as he starts flipping through pages, "What magazine?" He asks with a hint of dread in his voice, already planning to figure out just how long he might need to distract her from reading it.

"Cosmo." Mae responds, gazing steadily at Dylan for a few beats, flashing him a fond smile. "That's not going to work." She says, leaning closer so she can watch him flip through his sketchbook. "We need to go shopping soon. Suits, and a gift. We need to not wait until the last minute to get either of these things." She tries to sound firm, but she's distracted by the sketchbook.

"Should talk." He concludes with a pointed look, but that is the last he'll say on it as he lets out a small grump at the thought of gift. "Still thinking." He promises, before he finally gets to the page he was looking for. This one is in traditional comic panel style, though it's only two of them given the size, and it must be intended as Page 1. Between in and the next couple of pages, it creates the setting of Gray Cliffs, a town on the seaside.

The narration captions show that this was a world that had always been in monochrome, black and white and shades of gray. Until, that was, 30 years ago. It shows the town, and looming storm clouds that roll over it. Flashes of lightning happen... lightning in a brilliant, sharp yellow. Color. "Setting world," He murmurs about it, and the reason there aren't pictures of the characters, not just yet anyway.

"We do talk." Mae says, leaning in to look at the pictures, staying quiet as the story starts to take shape. She glances up at Dylan, a smile on her face. "You know, I knew you were talented but these are absolutely amazing." She doesn't reach out to touch the pages, because that might mess something up. Instead she just watches the pages as they are shown, reading any text with her usual speed.

"How long does it take for you to do one of these?" She asks, glancing over at Dylan again. She doesn't want to pull her attention away from the pages yet, but she is curious.

"Depends." He murmurs, his head bobbing one way and then another, "Words hard." He points out about the narration, something he still doesn't feel solid about, but what can one do? The next couple of pages are flashed, and that storm rolls over and into the forest. Lightning strikes the ground in a small clearing, and in the background? Some nefarious figure is picking up a machine, disappearing into the rainy night. As the storm dissipates, where that bolt and connected with the ground, a singular flower blooms... with purple colored petals. The next page? It's a transition, showing it is now thirty years later, showing an over head of a park, where one might spy four familiar figures, all spread out rather than together. They are the only ones who stand out in that particular scene.

"After idea," His free hand lifts, tapping the side of his head in indication that it takes some time. "Couple hours." His head wobbles uncertaintly with that, a small pause before he concludes, "Depends. Details."

Cassidy returns from the inner corridor of the mall. Her hair is tied back and she is dressed in a too big gray sweatshirt and black leggings with pink/purple running shoes. She makes her way back to her chair near the washing machine she chose and...

"What the fuck? They aren't even wet." she huffs a high pitched thing and then... ohh... She calms down and pushes the 'start' button. Great job there, Cass.

"Details make things pop, right?" Mae watches Dylan as he explains what's going on, and when he's not explaining the pictures on the page tell the tale.

She glances up at Cassidy as she comes back from the washroom, watching her interact with her machine. She nudges Dylan, gestures to the page he's showing her and points at Cassidy. "You should ask her opinion." She offers, leaning back in the chair with a little grin on her face. She has just effectively sicced Dylan on Cassidy. She gives herself a little pat on the back.

"Yes." Dylan agrees about the popping,, "Colors." At least the small splash that he has added in. It's only when Cassidy speaks that his eyes shift to her, and then they go a touch wider at Mae's suggestion. "Uhhhhmmmmm." He then reverses course on that idea, instead gingerly putting the sketchpad in the dancer's lap as his eyes turn upon her with a pleading look. "You ask." His hand lifts, pointing to his mouth, and then it makes the crocodile flapping motion for the universal sign of 'talking'. "Come with!" He offers up helpfully, pointing to himself that he won't leave her in the lurch.

Cassidy sighs and flops back into her chair and slides down into a lounge. She looks over with a roll of her head. "Hmm?" she asks Zoiya and Dylan.

When it is clear that Mae isn't going to be his talking champion, Dylan takes the sketchpad back, and up he stands to slowly head towards her. "Hey!" A big, beaming smile comes from the man, ever so full of hope and cheer, with just a touch of nerves. He sits down next to her, having it face the woman as he flips back to the very first one, and starts to thumb through them slowly. "Watchya think?" That might just be said with a small gulp of noise at the end.

Cassidy looks curiously at Dylan and then her eyes fall to his sketchbook as he flips through the pages. She studies it much like an evidence binder. "What am I looking at?"

When the page is on the one with the purple flowers she oohs. "I like that one. Is it, like, a comic book or something?"

"It is a comic, he's drawing one. Maybe if you're good you can be a character." Mae says to Cassidy, looking up from her phone where she's been texting for a few moments. She gets to her feet and crosses the small space, pointing at the pictures. "He's going to meet with a woman who runs a comic book shop and hopefully he'll get published. He deserves to be."

"Comic." A beat of a pause, before he murmurs, "Named Grayscale." He explains with a lopsided smile, and when she finds the purple flower much to her liking? There is a look of pure delight in those features of the man. "Thanks!" It's when Mae chimes in that a bit of laughter escapes from him, and he flips through a few more pages, until there is one that shows two characters in a pose. Each is in grayscale. The one on the left is named 'Firefly', and she has eyes that glow like the creature she's named after, one of the splashes of colors on the character. Horns like branches sprout from her head, and her hands have a glow to them, faint and in spots as if fireflies were beneath her skin. The other? She's named 'Studio', and she's dressed in overalls and a pair of steampunk inspired goggles on her head. A rifle shaped paint gun is hoisted over her style, again in a steampunk style, and the large paint canister holds a brilliant green color. "Firefly," And with that, he points to Mae, indicating the source of inspiration. They do look quite a bit alike!

Look who also returns! Gina, purple hair a bit damper from the rain, but the cell phone is no longer present and she looks... mildly less irritated with the world than Cassidy might remember. She moves to get her clothes from the washer, pulling out the damp clothes and giving them a sniff, before she opens up the dryer and flings the three objects into the dryer, dryer sheet included. Of course, then Mae is being pointed out as 'Firefly' and Gina glances thataway, giving the woman a once over to see any particularly reasons for the name. No physical? Okay. Clearly an arsonist, then!

Sporting his backpack for once, it blends right in with Blake's style today, which seems to be a black leather bomber jacket over a black hoodie and what looks to be some kind of dark band t-shirt, though it's obscured by the layers. At his hips he has on a pair of dark charcoal colored skinny jeans and some dark scuffed work boots. He ducks inside the laundromat to without paying any heed to the occupants, pulling his hood down and pulling out his phone just inside.

Mae tilts a grin at Dylan and Cassidy, shrugging as Dylan manages to explain it. He didn't need her help after all. She walks back to her chair, pulls out phone, and sends off a text. She keeps an eye on things until Blake walks in. He gets a smile from her and a brief wave before she sends out another text. The washer buzzes and she gets up to move the damp clothes from the washer to the dryer.

"I don't think I'd make a very good comic book character," Cassidy says with a head shake and a shrug. She takes some passive interest in the character drawings and her eyes lift to Mae to compare her to Firefly. "I can see it."

When Gina comes in? It's take two for that big, bold smile from Dylan, ever the optimistic one full of cheer. "Hello again!" He chimes out gleefully, but once he spies Mae starting to move things around? He carefully extracts the pad, flipping it shut with a sly, enigmatic smile towards Cassidy. "Never know." He promises, but then he's heading onwards to the washer and dryers to give a hand. Blake? He's spied, but he remains quiet for a long moment, poised and cautious as ever with the fellow.

Gina, dressed rather inappropriately for the weather right now in just a sleeveless top, mud-splattered leggings, and boots, gives Dylan an impassive, mildly suspicious look at that cheerful smile. She doesn't buy it, young one! But she slips some quarters into the dryer, starting it up before she backs away and pushes herself onto one of the wooden tables, sitting atop of it. Is the room lined entirely with plastic chairs? Yes. Does Gina care? No, the tabletop for her! Swinging her feet casually, she looks from Cassidy to Dylan, following Dylan to look over Mae-- and then at Blake, the newcomer. Something about him seems almost familiar... why not stare at him until the dots connect? That seems to be Gina's plan.

Mae grins when Dylan comes to help her move the wet clothing, dryer sheets are pulled out and tossed in with the damp whites, quarters fed and then it starts to spin. She spots Gina when she enters again, offering another brief wave in her direction. Her phone keeps buzzing and she squints at it, slightly annoyed, but picks it up to answer the incoming text messages.

Remaining inconspicuous is a thing, but Blake does not wave back Mae or anyone else in the room. His eyes graze the other individuals. Then just when he seems he might snub Mae off completely, he moseys over to the the outer /outer/ perimeter of the group and simply stands there now that Mae has moved to tend to the laundry. When his gaze gets to Gina, he just stares right back at her sidelong, not bothering to really turn his head. "What?" he finally asks, his voice rather lower than might be expected for his boyish appearance.

Every bit of Dylan's features droop momentarily when that effusive greeting isn't even returned with a word, and down his head shifts to just stare into the dryer he stands before as he shuffles clothing in. It's a brief glance that the man he casts towards Mae and her phone, but not a word of question is uttered to her about it. He makes his way back to the chairs, flopping down to have a seat.

"Creepy much?" Cassidy raise and knits her brow, watching Blake over there trying to be low key and hope he isn't noticed. That's about as much attention as it gets. She goes back to scrolling through gluten free desserts on her phone.

Gina, black-hearted scoundrel that she is, doesn't look the least bit repentant. About any of it. She just gives the slightest thin smile when Blake speaks. "Ah. Right. I remember. Karma." Her attention then drifts away with a shrug, looking back at her clothes. "Couldn't place your face. I remembered already." But there's a brow raised at Cassidy... and maybe a flick of her gaze towards the now saddened Dylan. The little smile doesn't fade at all.

Mae's head snaps up at Cassidy's comment, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Leave off. He's not creeping toward you." She's briefly tempted to chuck her phone at the blonde, but she doesn't jerking her chin toward the chair that Dylan settled in. She makes her way over, plopping down in the seat next to him, patting him on the thigh when he seems down. "You come to do your laundry?" She asks Blake, eyebrow quirked a bit in his direction.

Blake opens his mouth, but gets hit by Cassidy's words. A small smile forms at the edges of his lips. "How would you rate me?" he asks as his eyebrows lift gently, a slight twinkle in those blue eyes, detectable by those who might know him better. He looks back to Mae with a placid stare. "No. It's raining and my hoodie was getting soggy." He looks over to Gina, a crease appearing right above the bridge of his nose. "Yeah you're that waitress who wanted to warn me right?"

Cassidy had instantly tuned out when she went to her device and is oblivious to the fall out of her comment - Mae's and Blake's reactions, both. She's taken to humming a kind of distinguishable top 40 hit, but the melody is a little off. "Oh that looks delicious," she tells herself as her thumb for a moment stops moving up the length of her screen. Just for a moment. Now going again.

Not a word comes from Dylan, his legs tucking up beneath him as he picks up his sketchpad and pencil, starting to work on a new, blank page. When Mae settles next to him, he leans over to give a small bump of his shoulder against hers, nestling in rather nice and close.

Gina smirks at Blake's words, "Close enough, I guess." She says agreeably, before she looks towards Mae momentarily. Considering. Then one shoulder lifts and falls in a half-hearted shrug. "Bad night for me. Same as this one. This time of year sucks." Gina tells the room at large, straightening her legs and pointing her toes up, to check the extent of mud on her.

Mae wraps an arm around around Dylan's shoulder, leaning her head against his. She murmurs something quietly before she shifts her eyes over at Gina. "Bad night for you? How did you get muddy?" She looks at Blake for a few moments, opening her mouth to say something, but then thinks better of it, picking up her phone to send out a text instead.

Blake ignores the ignoring Cassidy, but does look over to Mae in response to the stranger, but doesn't say anything. His brow arches slightly at the look she gives him and he lets his gaze drift to Dylan, just paying close attention. Quiet creeper. He looks back to Cassidy. "Kay." Then he moves to sit down and pulls out a composition book in which he starts to write, slipping his backpack to the floor. It looks like he's picked up from earlier. "Anyone eat yet?"

It's just a matter of timing, as Dylan glances up, that he spies Blake paying ever so close attention. A warm smile is flashed towards the fellow, even if it is momentary, though his voice is a touch more muted than it might normally be, but is still quite friendly. "Hey ya." His head dips back down to his work, leaving him exposed to listen to whatever it is that Mae whispers. His features scrunch up, contemplating a moment, before something is returned to the dancer.

Gina's eyes turn towards her laundry, and for a moment it seems like she won't answer-- but she does, in an airy, indifferent sort of way. "Slipped in the woods, ran into some assholes. Couldn't pass unless I did some early trick or treating." Her smile is humorless, when she glances at Mae, "Know the old trick of covering one onion in caramel and putting it with the apples? This was more a sixty-forty kind of deal. Long story short, my clothes stank like onions and I have places to be tonight. Stopping here is closer than stopping home."

"Oh I'm starving," Cassidy murmurs in answer to 'the room' that asked the question about food. Scrolling through éclairs on her phone probably doesn't help her hunger.

The aloof blonde looks up for a moment to make sure her washing machine is still washing, then looks back down. "We should order a pizza." Right? Because everyone here is hanging out /together/.

Mae just looks at everyone, eyes shifting from Cassidy to Gina and finally landing on Blake. She shakes her head and turns her attention to whatever Dylan is sketching on his page. She nudges him gently and points to the other washer. "Colors are ready for the dryer, babe." She murmurs, nudging him to get up and take care of it.

"So...you were falsely imprisoned in the forest and made to eat caramel onions?" Blake looks up and over to Gina as if she has a third eye. It doesn't take much movement to shift his expression. "Pepperoni?" he polls without looking up. He's drawing something in the margins it looks like.

That page is the next in the series, or more an extremely rough outline of what he's thinking, though just what it is yet is difficult to tell. At the nudge a small grunt comes from him, "Ooookkkaay." The pad and pencil are placed on her lap, "No magazine." He murmurs, giving a wary eye towards the dancer before up Dylan is, standing to his feet. He shuffles to the washer with the colors, and proceeds bundling them all up. "Pizza?" Did Cassidy mean 'we' as in 'WE'? It's a quick look towards Mae, and then his head just shakes, focusing on getting clothes from point a to point b.

Gina meets Blake's gaze with her own, giving another light shrug. "Close enough." When his attention shifts elsewhere, there is a hint of amusement in her eyes, but it fades quickly away again, and her attention goes to Cassidy, "Pepperoni's the universal classic for anybody but vegans and vegetarians." She confirms, but doesn't actually state her own preference. Instead, she leans slightly from her higher vantage point on the table, to see if she can peek at Blake's margin-doodles.

"Sure, yeah." Cassidy leans back in her chair and, without actually looking at anyone, puts her phone to her ear.

"Yeah I'd like an extra large delivered to the Suds'n'duds... Yeah I know it's right down the hall... I'm not going to leave my underwear here to go pick up a pizza....

"Yeah...Extra large pepperoni... and garlic bread...

"Oh! And a slice of cheesecake...Cash, yeah.

"And we want extra packets of the parmesan chee---yeah. Well it never has enou---Ok. Thanks."

Mae reads Dylan like a book, gazing at him when he shakes his head. No pizza for them, likely. The whites are nearly done but she's guarding a sketch book, so she stays seated, humming softly to herself. She glances between Gina and Blake, watching them chat among themselves,. Then Cassidy actually orders the pizza. This is going to get interesting.

Blake's begun to draw some kind of sword after writing something down; his writing is in caps, yet the paragraph above has mixed casing which is noticeable at a glance. He continues to draw without any noticing his eavesdropper. "Thanks," he offers to Cassidy with a brief glance her way when she gets off the phone. A ghost of a grin forms as whatever he is drawing starts to actually take shape.

Dylan actually doesn't seemed bothered when pizza is ordered, a lopsided smile appearing that is cast towards Mae. That is, right up and until he hears 'cheesecake', and this draws a befuddled expression from the fellow, as if trying to figure out how he feels about that combination. All it takes is that look from the dancer to have him picking up one of the empty bags. On he goes towards the dryer with the whites they are waiting for, and the moment the buzzer goes off? He opens it up, starting to fill said bag.

Mae gets to her feet to help Dylan fold the clothes. She doesn't do a great job at it. While she has the sorting, washing and getting things to the dryer down. The folding seems to escape her. Some are folded one way, some another. It's all very random. She glances over her shoulder and then leans in, grinning toward the taller man. "Thai?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows in his direction. "They have amazing dumplings."

Gina seems to just accept that pizza is being ordered by someone else, to feed a bunch of strangers in a laundromat at night. Sure, why not? She also leans her weight on her arm, not straightening - instead she is watching on as Blake's drawing takes shape. She does glance towards Mae and Dylan, but doesn't comment or wave. Just raises both brows, before she looks back at Blake's notebook and asks, "Fun or profit?"

Armando Renaldo Jimenez Vazquez Alvarez strolls into the laundromat. He is lean and muscular and stretches out the sleeves of a too small 'Pizza Kitchen' shirt. He has cropped brown hair, amazing pudding eyes and a rugged disposition. He carries the extra large in the palm of his hand like it's a tea saucer. You can tell every inch of his caramel skin is flawless. When he breathes, outline of his ripped abs can be see through his shirt. Tall. Dark. Handsome.

"Someone order the peperoni?" he squeaks out in a high pitched warble.

Blake tenses when he finally notices Gina and her proximity to him. He leans away from her and closes the composition book. "Do you fucking mind? It's my journal...Unless you like really graphic dick drawings." Is there anything in there like that? Multiple? He glances toward the lost looking pizza dude. He stares outright at the guy's abs like he's watching a fish breathe underwater for the first time. Are abs supposed to do that?

Cassidy puts down her phone and raises her hand to wave over the pizza guy, "Yeah over here. Put it and the bag on the washing machine." She has a fifty in between two fingers waiting for pizza dude.

Dylan? Well, he might have just been stuffing the first couple in unfolded until he sees Mae and her attempts. He glances around suspiciously, before a little mumble is had, and he sets about folding too. Haphazardly just as she is. "Oooooh. Dumplings." His whole face seems to perk up at this possibility. He leaves her to tackle the remaining few whites, while he goes with the colors. Is he just stuffing them in when she isn't looking? Yes, and then he's folding when she isn't, offering a beaming smile. "Paint costume." He concludes, his head bobbing up and down before his hand lifts, brushing against her cheek, and then a hand of hers, puzzling through it all. It's only when he hears those rather sharp words from Blake that his whole body seems to stiffen, every bit of him on edge.

Pizza Guy makes his way over to Cassidy and exchanges pizza and ancillary food bag for cash.

On his way out he locks eyes on Gina. She gets a suave purse of those full, sensual, latin lips in her direction and a slow wink.

"Goodnight," he voice creaks and then breaks on the 'igh' of 'night.

Then he is gone. Like so many we've never known. Off to live his life off screen until he is called again.

Mae doesn't catch Dylan stuffing clothes into the bags, but when he touches her face and speaks to her about paint, she pauses, confused. The whites are dealt with and it looks like most of the colors are too. She tilts her head toward the door, and then she shrugs. "Ready to get home, order some food?" She turns to gaze at Cassidy for a moment, flashing her a grin. "Smells good, enjoy."

"It depends. Are they abstract dicks, or those highly detailed sketches?" Gina asks Blake, as if this was a sincere question that would determine her answer. "But no, I really don't mind that it's your journal at all. I'll stop if you mind, I guess." She assures him, sounding not at all invested in it, before she looks over at the pizza guy. Also pausing at those rippling abs. And stifling a sigh at that squeaky voice. "Alvarez." She acknowledges, pushing herself back up so she's sitting up straight. And rolling her eyes as he disappears.

With everything done, Dylan tosses the bags over his shoulder, picking up his sketchpad and pencil on the way. "Yeah. Thai," He concludes with agreement, a small bump of his shoulder towards hers. "Bye. Thanks!" That's said to Cassidy for her earlier thoughts on his comic drawings, and then? It's off towards the door, pushing it open for the dancer to let her out.

Cassidy's clothes have been done for some time but the break from her phone to grab the pizza is when she finally notices it. She grabs all her clothes out of the wash (lights, darks, stockings, bras, gentles and heavy duties, all blended together) and hefts the too-large-for-that-washer pile to the hugest available dryer and shoves it all in.

She then walks bent over, back to where she started, picking up socks and panties that slipped through her grasp when she did that. "Help yourself, guys..." meaning the pizza. She carries those once-stray now refound items to the dryer and returns them to their family and shuts the door and starts it up.

"Mae," Blake calls out after the woman before, he hopes, she turns and gets out of hearing distance. "At some point we need to talk." He looks up to Gina and then rises, stepping away from the woman and closer to the pizza, and consequently Cassidy as well. "They're as gross as possible," he mumbles to Gina. "How much do I owe you?" This to Cassidy as she picks up items. He still hasn't bothered to take off his jacket or hoodie. He watches the bent over walk and seems to have no qualms about being the first to dig into the pizza. He grabs a slice and a napkin.

"So realistic then." Gina says dryly, and pushes herself off the table, landing with a solid thump. She heads towards the pizza herself, not offering to pay, just grabbing a slice. It also means she's approached Blake and Cassidy, but if at all possible, she'll take the route that leaves the most distance between them. She doesn't really wait to get back to the seat, tearing a piece of pepperoni off and popping it into her mouth. "Garlic bread up for grabs too?"

"Totes," Cassidy says with a flip of her wrist that tosses the garlic bread nugget bag in Gina's direction. "I want at least one though."

Blake frowns when he doesn't get an answer. He finishes off his first slice pretty quickly. "It's more like a low tech security system. If anyone ever reads my shit, they'll have to pay the toll and have whatever I've drawn burned into their brain." He grabs another slice, but it's too hot and he has to put it back down.

Having been informed the garlic bread is up for grabs, Gina reaches for that instead, pulling off a piece for herself. Blake's security system has her raising her brows, slightly, even as she blows on the bread to cool it. "Vindictive." Her tone implies she approves. The garlic bread is, thus cooled, enjoyed, probably leaving her with yet another odor layered on - she does smell, very faintly, of onions and apples. But there's pizza, who would be able to smell it? "Rarely kept a journal when I was a kid. Kept losing it, so never had to worry about protecting it."

"I just started. There's a lot of things from childhood that no one needs to keep around." Blake looks back toward his backpack and walks over to rest his pizza slice down and then ease his backpack up onto his back. He moves stiffly and doesn't lift one arm much at all. Then he flips his hood up and takes up his pizza slice. "Seeya round. Got work to do." At this hour? On this day? He just walks out into the rain.

There's no goodbye from Gina, not really. She raises her slice of pizza slightly in acknowledgement - she's picked it up after making her way through the garlic bread - as he starts to depart. And once he's out in the rain, she makes her way through her pizza slice, watching her clothes tumble dry. They'll only get wet again later, when she heads out in that rain... but at least they won't smell like caramel, onions, and apples.