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Post by Sarah Watson on Jul 3, 2012 2:33:22 GMT -6
"I heard the word 'endearing', Andrew," Sarah told him with a skeptical look his way at his choice of word, making him think she was angry at him for it before she softened and smiled simperingly. "Awww honey, I'm flattered," she said mockingly, reaching out to ruffle his hair with a laugh. Sobering, "You know Victoria might actually be crazy," she offered her opinion in a very matter-of-fact way before looking disinterestedly down at her nails for a moment. "Oh I get an opinion on this, do I?" the blonde asked, "I think Fiona would be hurt that you're saying she's been dethroned but, for argument's sake, it's Victoria without a doubt." She looked up then as Derek was pushed towards Angela, "He's gonna get his arse kicked but then claim it's cos he didn't want to hurt a pretty girl," Sarah suggested with a slight scoffing sound at this idea.
Hearing a familiar voice she shifted over on the bench to make room for him, "A marshmallow? Awww Biermann, I'm touched, come here you," she said in a quite convincing manner as she reached out to him but then swiftly grabbed him in a playful chokehold, "Never use the word marshmallow to describe me again, 'kay?" she said in a threatening voice, releasing him from her utterly harmless grip, really. She didn't mean any of it, it was just still fun to mess with him- truth was she'd become fond of the kid, he had a good heart.
Watching the drama unfold she had to hide an amused smirk when Starbuck stepped in to break it up and shoved the two women out of the room. "Well that fight will fuel some people's wank banks for many nights," she concluded crudely, purposely looking at one of the tech guys standing next to Martin as if she knew this to be true about him. Then, turning back to glance at the friendly grapple now taking place on the mat between Derek and Luke she noticed someone else's gaze and chuckled shortly. "Biermann, eyes front and center. Though... yeah he does have pretty good biceps... and shoulders... and abs... and arse," she murmured under her breath to just Justin with a knowing smile as she saw him distracted by Derek.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Jul 7, 2012 0:38:31 GMT -6
"Ack! Okay, okay, you're not a marshmallow," Justin conceded with his hands raised as he tried to gently wriggle his head out from Sarah's grasp, unconsciously fixing his hair to its 'casually mussed' state as she let him go. "I am so glad I did not grow up with older siblings right now."
Justin suddenly went bright crimson and shook his head. "My eyes are front and center! It's just that's... also... where Derek MacKinnon happens to be," he finished in a barely-audible mumble. "Look, I'm allowed my one work-crush. At least I'm less obvious about it than some people," he said while jerking his head in the direction of the tech guy Sarah had indicated earlier. "You must have had one at some point. Spill it, Watson."
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Post by Sarah Watson on Jul 15, 2012 15:57:58 GMT -6
Sarah grinned broadly, enjoying how Justin tried to subtly wriggle his head from her chokehold but she held firm, and then nodded, "Iiiiiiis the correct answer, you're a fast learner, Biermann," she complimented in a mocking manner as she released himself with a soft snort as he fixed his hair. "Older siblings would have went for the full-on, pinned face-down on the floor, arms twisted behind your back kind of hold," she told him, "I was at least being a bit more considerate than that, you have to admit."
"Ohhh, sorry, so it's MacKinnon's fault?" the blonde challenged with a raised eyebrow, enjoying making Justin blush a little more than she probably should do, before laughing, "Actually, yeah, everything is Derek's fault, I can go with that. The recession, global warming, the housing market crash, all his fault. What... a... dick," she proclaimed, gaze trailing from Justin back over to the man in question. "I never said you weren't allowed one work-crush, hell have multiple if you want, I don't care. And yes, you are incredibly subtle, which bodes well for your future in this department," Sarah agreed in a faux serious tone.
Sniffing slightly and looking away from him entirely as he turned the conversation onto her, "Tom was my work-crush. And we all know how well that worked out," she said dryly in a matter-of-fact manner. "Although, you probably wouldn't call him crush-worthy exactly, not really. I mean he wasn't as... bulky or obviously hot as the likes of Derek. But he was cute and charming in a geeky, bumbling sort of way. And incredibly sweet." Looking down at her nails for a minute, she feigned disinterest, "I guess I need a new work-crush, eh? I'm allowed more than one if the other is... is de-... isn't here, right?" she asked, working hard now to convey a sense of light-hearted fun about their conversation. She'd be back to her chipper and ever-mocking self in no time, she had to be.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Jul 15, 2012 21:03:48 GMT -6
"Yes, thank you for that," Justin said grumpily, adjusting the strings on his sweatshirt hood. "You only have the one little sister, right? Like me? That's more my speed, I've got to say. Being protective whilst silently judging her life choices and terrible taste in men," he commented, though the 'silent' part was debatable in Justin's case.
He pretended to look thoughtful for a second before nodding seriously. "Yes. Who does he think he is, walking around with that stupid face and body, causing global turmoil?" To his credit, Justin was far more comfortable holding this conversation than he would have been, say, a year ago: when he would have prayed for the floor to swallow him whole.
Of course, the universe wouldn't let him go that long without wishing he hadn't said something. He honestly hadn't even considered Sarah's former love, as he was thinking more along 'unattainable dude to stare at from afar' lines, but now he felt thoroughly terrible for bringing it up. He let her talk, nodding silently before awkwardly scratching his ear. "Er... yeah. Yeah, definitely! Let's find you a work-crush. It's doesn't have to be someone you're actually trying to get with, you know? I mean... that kind of limits the options in my case. Ha."
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Post by Sarah Watson on Jul 16, 2012 11:30:01 GMT -6
Sarah smirked in amusement, "So you should be thankful, kid," she teased easily before nodding, "Yeah, Ava, she's a few years younger than yours truly but in my head she's still my little sister, my baby sister. I don't judge her taste in men, no point, if I said I hated someone she liked, she'd jump at the chance to date them. It's how most sisters work, I bet Elena is the same," she pointed out.
"I know, right?" she agreed seriously before calling out loudly, so the man in question heard, "Jeez Mackinnon, get your shit together!" then turning back to Justin with a grin as Derek looked utterly baffled at what he'd done to deserve such a heckle. It was one of her favourite things to do for fun, messing with Derek.
She could tell it was making him uncomfortable, he had a sort of 'put his foot in it' look about him then, and so she swallowed down the guilt that gnawed at her stomach and snorted in amusement, the conversation light once more. "Are we seriously going to spend time scouting out a bloke for me to stare at from afar?" the blonde asked in disbelief before shrugging, conceding, "Okay, I suppose it's no less productive than what Derek's up to at the moment," as she cast a glance his way. "Woah, hang on... Luke. Hmmm... thoughts?" she asked Justin as she tilted her head subtly to the side, looking over at the man Derek was sparring with.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Jul 19, 2012 15:45:53 GMT -6
"But judging comes so much more easily to me," Justin pretended to complain. "I dunno. If she's seeing someone now, she's not telling me about it. Maybe that's for the best? The zero-disclosure policy seems to work with our dad... who left a box of condoms on the counter one day and never broached the subject with either of us ever again," he laughed. There were times when it would have been nice to have their mum around... particularly for Elena, he figured.
Justin looked suddenly alarmed when Sarah shouted at Derek and the man turned around to face them. "I'm... I have nothing to do with this heckling!" he yelled back while waving his arms and shooting Sarah a look.
"Yes. I am nearly always serious. Have you met me?" He put his hand on his chin and tapped his fingers on the side of his face. "Not the brightest bulb. But... nice enough. Funny. Kind of looks like Tom Hardy, if you squint. Fine choice. I approve."
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Post by Sarah Watson on Jul 23, 2012 10:39:02 GMT -6
Sarah looked at Justin soberly, "Yeah? I didn't say you shouldn't judge, judge away Judgey Judgerson, just make sure you don't do it so much that you drive your sister away from you, okay?" she advised. "The zero-disclosure policy huh? Well... if it works for you guys then good for you. Does it work? Maybe a zero-disclosure attitude is fine for like you and her to have but... you both could probably use someone to talk to, if you ever needed to," she pointed out seriously before catching herself and snorting in bemusement at herself, "Okay, now I'll just stop the weird Oprah-ing you, as you were."
"Awww, honey, it's cute when you get all panicked," the blonde teased with a sly smile, reaching out as though she were about to ruffle his hair up again and loving the flinching reaction it inspired. "Justin's the one who's disappointed in you, Mackinnon, you're fighting like a girl, a wimpy one," she called over to Derek before turning back to Justin again and continuing their conversation as though she hadn't done or said anything.
Looking thoughtful for a moment, raising a hand to her chin in mock pondering, Sarah nodded slowly, "Yes I believe I have occasionally been in your company for a sizeable length of time," she joked. Distracted then by Luke she tilted her head to the side, still shamelessly sizing him up, before she shook her head, "I don't know, humour is good in a bloke, he doesn't love himself quite as much as Mackinnon does, he's in good shape. I'm not a Tom Hardy girl though. I mean, in terms of 'Inception' alone I'm talking a Joseph Gordon-Levitt kinda guy as my usual type. Do we have any of those?"
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 2, 2012 21:54:17 GMT -6
"I want you to know that if I'm going to be your Oprah audience, I expect to be gifted with a car. A book recommendation, at the very least," he laughed. "I mean, I think I'm fine? My dad is basically me in twenty-some-odd years. He doesn't like talking, I don't like talking. When I came out to him, he just started talking about football and the conversation somehow ended with me agreeing to go mountain biking with him every Sunday. It's my sister I worry about," he explained, furrowing his eyebrows and scratching the side of his face. "She doesn't have an older female figure, really. My dad hasn't dated in ages."
"I also do not subscribe to outdated gender stereotypes!" Justin yelled quickly after Sarah's taunt, trying to cover all of his bases (though he was sure Derek was still utterly baffled by all of their shouting). He definitely was not playing this crush as cool as he could have.
"Really?" Justin asked, surprised, though he probably should have pieced Sarah's "type" together based on everything he'd heard about Tom. He felt that suggesting one of the tech guys might be too awkward, so he said, "Hmm. You might have to venture outside of the department, then. Do you know Evan, the Minister's assistant? Rich from Games and Sports? Hitwizard Chris is pretty nice; I think he's coming to my Brewmaster's Club. I'll keep an eye out, as long as you tell me about any potential Tom Hardys. Deal?"
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Post by Sarah Watson on Aug 3, 2012 4:58:37 GMT -6
Sarah laughed, "The car might be hard to swing, the book recommendation I can probably do, give me some time," she joked easily with him with a casual shrug. "Yeah, you're totally fine, you haven't turned out too shabby but yeah your sister probably could use some kind of... female role model. Set your dad up on a date, you know go lasso him a woman and pretend to bump into her all casual with your dad, it's the stuff really crappy straight-to-tv films are made of," she said, probably not altogether helping but the general sentiment was there somewhere.
"He's a liar too, girly Mackinnon, really!" Sarah called out to Derek, giving Justin a smug look that clearly said 'I will have the last word on this' whilst the subject of their taunts just seemed baffled and dealt with it in the only way he knew how - grappling even more fiercely with Luke.
"Mmm, my actual 'type' is a surprise I know, given that I sneak a peek at Luke and Derek's abs and arses but I actually like something beneath the surface, something that isn't just Quidditch trivia, a recitation of his personal fitness routine, and an insider's guide on the best places to do extreme sports," Sarah listed with a small smile, "But you let slip that I actually prefer geeky guys and I will hospitalise you, got it? Nothing serious, of course, I like you kiddo, but just something to need a check-up," she threatened. There was no true malice behind it but it was still fun to mess with Justin with the casual threats of bodily harm. Then, looking thoughtful for a moment at his suggestions she nodded along, "Evan wears a suit well, I kinda like that, and Chris seems friendly... tell you what, you scope out some half-decent crush material for me, I'll bring any potential Tom Hardy to you for a personal appraisal, deal?" she asked lightly, holding her hand out to him to shake on it.
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