2019-11-15 - Everybody Loves Jello

Sparrow did not come here to box. Hell, she might look a little bit out of place, prettied up as she is today with shimmery aqua eyeshadow accenting her perfect black cateye, high-gloss mulberry lipstick, a comfy grey knit sweater over a too-large white dress shirt with the cuffs folded up, purposefully ripped jeans and worn black boots. With the backpack slung over her shoulders--maybe she's got some sweats in there?--she presents as the perfectly put-together college student that she very much is. If it weren't for the confidence in her step or the effortless smile she wears as she wanders in peeking about for the owner, she might look a little lost. But nah, this redhead knows where she's going, smile skewing leftward as she spies Joey and heads thattaway.

Joey proves that abs for days does not hot make. For one his twin bothers to shave and smile, neither of which the sweaty boxer can be bothered to do it seems. He can, however, be bothered by tiny-neighbor-friend walking in. His focus is on the bag; not hitting the bag but judging the spin and aiming to hit the same spot on the bag every time. To swing is brute, to pick the same target to make a weak spot is to hunt and when that left cross connects the reverb can be felt in teh souls of rubber sneakers from through the floor and that bag shudders. "Yo." One.. One two! Hold. The sweat beads up on his shoulders and forehead. His eyes drift to sparrow taking the moment to catch his breath and give her a nod. For now until towel and water? This is greeting.

Sparrow slows as she approaches, as she can feel that force through floor... and see the sweat flying from Joey's body. She'll just stay out of its probable trajectory, k? Hands push into her jeans pockets, drawing up both her sweater and the white shirt below, both bunched around her wrists while she watches, waits. For all that the boxer might not be pretty per earlier accusation, it might be a stretch to say those abs and that skill don't make for one hot combination. Which might explain the lazy grin the redhead's already wearing when she gets that single syllable hello. "Might be starting to see things from Nicole's perspective," she murmurs, without offering any insight just yet into what that perspective actually is. "I can wait if you've still got a score to settle with this guy." Her head tips indicatively toward the bag.

Joey snorts and grumbles, "Not til he buys me dinner first." The back of his wrist rubs his brow and he fishes a towel. It's not some gratiduous show, the man works damn hard for something he can never have, but it doesn't mean he doesn't love what he do. The comment about Nicole cracks a grin, "This a discusussion now? Good to know. Hey. While i'm thinkin about it, Turkey Day, we're gonna open the house up if you guys are at all inclined to drop in. Good to see you though. What's up?"

"Oh, it's a discussion," Sparrow confirms with a bit of humorous heft to the sentiment. But there's talk of turkey, and that's got her smiling, nodding. "Already planning on it." Cuz word does get around, small town like this. Of course, the official invitation is appreciated. "If there's time. Hoping there's time. We're gonna be hosting at our place, too, seeing as it's our first year in our own house, and it's big enough to fit, uh, everybody and then some. Corey's gonna do all the cooking. I'mma handle the peopling. Parents and all." Her eyes widen a touch with wholly made-up worry. "But yeah, gonna try to be by before or after, depending."

All that business settled, she leads into her reason for popping by with a, "So," to mark the transition from one subject to the next. "Nicole and I have this ongoing debate, long-running now. Since we first saw Double Trouble up on stage. About which of you is sexiest. And we've been thinking that maybe we need to resolve this in the ring." She swings an elbow vaguely thattaway, unhelpful. "Maybe one full of jello. As a charity event maybe? I dunno. With a few other exhibitions preceding the main event which will decide which of the Kelly brothers is sexiest as Nicole and I wrestle it out. In jello. In bikinis." Yep. That's the pitch.

Joey grabs his water bottle and takes down a quarter of it nodding. "Yeah I figure lotta people traveling and if they want to drop in? Sure." He shifts his weight even between feet, planted there and listens curiously. As soon as she says 'Double Trouble' his curiosity is visible. "You know we are genetically temperature equivilent, right?" His head tilts, "You want me to jello wrestle, Jaim?" One eye squints, "OH shit you and Nicole? I was gonna say where you gonna find that much Jello cause Jaime and I will jsut eat our waiy through that. Dunno about fightin." Looking around he considers the logistics of this. sliding a conspiratoral glance back he asks, "What charity? Swimmingpools without jello across America or what?"

"That was precisely his line," Sparrow notes with a bit of eye-narrowing and an easy grin, decidedly amused at how in-step the twins are. She knows how it is. "I mean," seems a commentary on the jello eating. Her elbow gets a little wobbling while her hands stay in her pocket. "We can always do jello shots before and or after, but no tequila in the wrestling jello, alright? The tequila is for drinking, not for rolling around in." Who's she trying to instruct on proper tequila technique? Him or herself? Whatever the case, she moves on quickly. "Could be a benefit for the gym? Or donate to a charity of your choice. Since we're doing it in your name. Something local, I figure?"

Joey blinks and holds up his half-gloved hand, "It's not the first time this has come up." he pauses and adds, "Also we kinda share a brain when there's a brain to share." He considers this and his focus drifts away for a long moment and he nods, "Shit I'd pay to watch, but... give teh proceeds to the women's shelter off the highway. Do that and... we can use teh gym. yeah." He pauses and lifts his water , but pauses and asks curiously trying not to sound curious, "What was Nicole's take on all this?"

"It's a good brain," Sparrow declares of the Kelly Hive-mind, that half-lidded look damned near flirtatious. But this is business. She's quiet while she watches the idea percolate, lets Joey get acclimated to this very odd idea that's rather suddenly been sprung upon him. Her smile warms considerably at the selected charity, and she nods very agreeably, pleased. "Perfect." When he asks about how Nicole feels about all this? The redhead laughs, bright and brief, shaking her head as she accuses, "It was her idea!" Was it? Psh. Who remembers that far back. "I swear, she goaded me into it. That woman of yours is ballsy as fuck, and I love her."

Joey arches an eyebrow with a snort of surprise, "Oh did she now?" He guzzles another large drink of water, holding it and with cheeks puffed out there's an impish grin forming that lights up his damn eyes in a good facsimilie of his brother with a beard. Swallowing he laughs with a mirror wry grin that's seldom seen by the general public, "Mine? Shiiiit that woman ain't one t'be property. Someone tries that shit?" he smorts and says with all teh affection in the world, "She'll break em in not the fun way." Soemone might be catchin some feelings. "If it's her idea who'm I to crush her hopes and dreams?" Really, twist his arm here.

Sparrow's hands finally come out of her pockets so she can hold them up defensively--apologetically?--for that little slip of words. "The defender of your sexiness," she clarifies, "fighting in your corner of the ring." That's what she meant, right? That sorta yours? She sells the correction well, whether it was her original intention or not. "Just don't go giving her any extra lessons if you aren't gonna offer me some, too, yeah? We gotta keep this a fair fight." Is she gonna mention her biweekly kickboxing class? Nope! "But I'll work with her to get it all situated. See what we gotta do to keep it on the up and up and... uh. Take her bikini shopping." As one does in the middle of November. She waggles her brows at him a bit before tacking on, "You're the best. Not the hottest, but definitely the best."

Joey doesn't seem to take offense so much ias pride in her and protecting her independance, but he's always been like that. Head tilting to teh side, "I'm gonna skip the part as to why this came into question and go right to she really come up with that? She say anything else?" He pauses, head tilting "I know you want me to ask and maybe... I might be curious in knowing." He'll give her that hook to gnaw on. "You tell Jaim abotu this?" He pauses looking back up when she notes he's not the hottest and he says, "Agreed." He won't not talk up his twin.

"I think you should ask her," Sparrow counters with a sly grin. "All you're getting from me?" Besides what she's already spilled. "She is so adamant about your hotness that she's willing to throwdown with me. In public. In a bikini. So." Which is a succinct way of restating what's already been explained. Anything more? He's gonna have to get it from the original source. She lifts a hand to cross her heart--or near enough--as she promises, "Asked Jaime first, before making anything official. Not gonna defend any sexiness which doesn't want defending. Now." She pauses a beat before shifting the conversation in another direction. "Adventuresome those this might be? If you can think of any more trouble for us to get up to, I know she's itching for some mischief, and I'm not entirely sure I've got something to top amateur night in me with everything else I've got going on right now."

Joey listens and there's just the very hint of a smile. Just a hint and he ain't even sad about it. "A'ight I'll ask her." He won't. Everyone on Earth knows he won't. He'll likely wonder forever. "When you want to do this? OH SHIT! What if we do teh funraiser for them uhhhhh that Angels of Hope thing? It's like toys for tots sorta but it does the holiday wishlist for like a family with like medical bills and shit. Ya know. I think there's somethin to it. Trust me we got enough regulars that'd get in on that."

Sparrow giggles at the sudden burst of inspiration from Joey, her smile going all wide and warm. How can she say no to that? "I like that. A lot. Pretty sure there are a lot of people round here who could use that sorta help, and this is a great way to do it." Dark brows pitching up, she points out, "And it'll look great for the gym." Not that he seems to need to be sold on the idea anymore, but it does merit mentioning. Her phone chirps in her pocket, and she ignores it until it chirps again a second later. It gets a peek before she shoves it back, unanswered, and tells him, "I've got some Mario Karting to do, but I'll keep you up to date. Try to swing this for pre-Christmas. I'll let you know if there are any hitches. And you let me know if there's anything I've missed or you change your mind about anything, alright?"

Joey holds out a fist to her being he's kinda gross right now. "I dig it. And seriously jsut drop in. It'll be chaos. If I get out we might head out your way." We. He doesn't say who we is or may entail." Looking at the ring he says "Orange." He has a flavor preference at least.

Sparrow has no problem fist-bumping Joey, knuckles touching instead of fingers or anything else. Way, way safer. She's careful, when she draws her hand back, to make sure the pristine white cuff of the shirt under her sweater doesn't flop down over her hand, over that skin that might be sweaty now. "Definitely orange," she agrees. Nevermind that she'd definitely been picturing lime this whole time. Now? Orange all the way. With that, she blows a kiss and promises, "See ya on Thanksgiving, cutie," and starts back off into her evening.