The Door!

[Alaina LeClair]

September 13th, 2013



Now exactly how had this happened again? Right, some crazy chick broke her door down – Alaina really needed to get that fixed, it was still somewhat crooked – then took her out for lunch to McRonald’s after offering her some sort of fried food. It was said to be deep-fried pigeon. Mildly disturbing to think about, but it wasn’t too bad. It tasted a lot like chicken, but the brunette was pretty sure it shaved off ten years of her life. And if that didn’t, the McRonald’s they ate for lunch sure did. Along with the events that unfolded there. Somehow a simple food fight turned into a war and somehow the entire place ended up catching on - Alaina cringed - fire. Jay ended up saving her from horrible disaster, though they really didn’t have to jump through the window. The door would have sufficed and ended in less bodily harm.

Alaina laughed to herself, heading out on the town. That was her first day with Jay Furor. Alaina supposed that it could have been considered a date, if you really thought about it. Now how many people could say they ate off a bear-germ-infested table, had a food war, lit a restaurant on fire, and broke a window in a dramatic rescue scene? Oh and to top it off, it was all on impulse with a strange person of the same gender that broke the door of their room down. Not many people, hopefully. To make it even stranger though, Alaina went out on a second outing with Jay! And a third…and it really just escalated from there. Not entirely sure how it happened, the two began dating.

Shaking her head with a little smile, Alaina made her way towards Jay’s house while cautiously glancing around her field of vision. It wasn’t unknown for the blonde to suddenly leap out of nowhere and tackle people; hence why Alaina had failed to mention to the blonde that she was going over that day, though Jay probably predicted it. They saw each other just about every day. Regardless, surprises were always fun.

Reaching Jay’s door, Alaina raised a hand to knock. Instead though, Alaina smirked and lowered the hand. Lifting a foot, Alaina slammed her heel into the door. Jay would understand it, if none of the concerned neighbors did. It would be just like their first meeting when Jay kicked the door to her office in and burst in…only…it didn’t exactly work out that way for Alaina. Instead of the door flying open like it should have, it stood solid. So much for dramatic entrances, instead she nearly ended up breaking her ankle. She then fell, quite ungracefully, to the ground. Yeah, she learned her lesson. Don’t be the Jay. Only Jay can be the Jay without killing herself/everyone around her. Getting back onto both feet, Alaina raised a hand to the door once more. Knocking, yes, knocking was better. Alaina took a deep and calming breath. She had spent too much time around Jay, seriously, she was rubbing off on Alaina. Leaning heavily on her uninjured foot and hoping that her right wasn’t damaged, Alaina put on a happy smile. Yes, today was going to be fun.

“Knock knock~”

[Jay Furor]

"Guagch, guagch, guach gwa guaff, gluggla gluggla gluuuuh~ PHBTTT." Such was the sound of Jay singing as she brushed her teeth, the lyrics to such a magnificent work of art being "BRUSH, BRUSH, BRUSH MY TEETHS, SPIT STUFF DOWN THE DRAAIN." before indeed spitting a spray of water and toothpaste into the sink. She grinned at herself in the mirror. EEEEEEE. SUCH SHINY PRETTY TEETH. It was fairly early in the morning, or at least, it was after Jay's early morning workout session, which constituted it as pretty early. About time for breakfast, in fact! So Jay merrily skipped from the bathroom to the kitchen, pondering her reasons for brushing her teeth BEFORE breakfast, but not caring enough to wait until brunch or lunch to eat; she was hungry NAO.

Nothing too extravagant. She tossed some unidentified mammal into the stove, and turned it on HIGH. Because most of the time she cooked birds, so Y'KNOW. She kinda didn't bother/forgot to skin it or... Well, she wasn't actually sure it was dead either... She should really consider a job at McRonald's. After a few minutes, she smelled something burning and took the animal out of the stove. If it hadn't been dead to begin with, it probably was now. She THEN went about the act of flaying it and all that fun butchery stuff that nobody likes to hear about, before THROWING IT INTO THE DEEP-FRYER. She then took a loaf of bread and THREW IT INTO THE DEEP FRYER. Then she added a few cups of butter. INTO THE DEEP-FRYER.

About half an hour later, she was ABOUT to remove the probably-burning stew of frying foods from the deep-fryer when she heard a LOUD SOUND AT THE DOOR. She removed the food(?) from the deep fryer, and put it in a bucket, before stepping over to the door. Hearing a familiar voice say knock knock, she STARTED TO OPEN THE DOOR, but noticed ONLY THEN that she had been deep-frying a variety of things shirtless. Which is usually a bad idea, anyways... NONETHELESS, she took a moment to put on a shirt, before yelling at the door; "STAND BACK!~" And then she kicked her door down. Yep. That's just how she rolled.

"Alaina!~ Come in, come in~ Breakfast is aaaaaaaalmost ready!"

[Alaina LeClair]

Alaina had only a second to move out of the way when she heard the warning. Of course Jay would kick the door in. That was what Alaina had been trying to do in the first place! To be fair, Jay did have automail legs. That probably helped with her door-kicking-down skills. Alaina, on the other hand, had no metal anywhere on her body and had never tried to kick down a door. There really hadn't ever been a need to do so. Because of this, instead of ending up with a broken door, Alaina ended up with what she assumed was a broken ankle instead.

While thinking about such things, she very nearly missed Jay say something about breakfast. Oh lord. Was that what that horrid smell drifting from the kitchen was? Breakfast? It smelled as if someone had lit a bird on fire and coated it in...butter? Was that butter she smelled? Alaina was afraid, as one probably should be when examining Jay's food. However, on the top of her list of priorities was not falling over. Her ankle was still pretty sure from her failed stunt. Alaina hobbled into the building, grumbling something about doors being evil.

Alaina made her way to the living room area. She didn't really want to see the kitchen before Jay served the food. It was better to not question what she was eating. She couldn't exactly just tell Jay that she wasn't going to eat it though. That would be rude and might possibly hurt the blonde's feelings. Alaina couldn't do that! Instead she decided to suffer through whatever concoction Jay had fried (or refried) up. It wasn't that it tasted that badly, it was just the fact that it was horribly unhealthy. Alaina considered going vegetarian, but she had to wonder if Jay even knew what that meant. Or if the girl even knew what vegetables were.

"Guess I came just in time then?" She grinned, picking her foot up tenderly and resting it on the coffee table. Elevation was good, yes. Her ankle wasn't swelling! It had always been like that! Right? Right! "And here I had come over to suggest we go out to McRonalds for breakfast. Anyway, what're we having?" Crap, she hadn't meant to ask that. She reeeaaally didn't wanna know.

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