[She pushes herself off the bed with both hands, landing squarely on her feet and heading over to the closet. Aside from the heap of clothing on the floor when they entered, there haven't been anymore more ticklish items to cover up, for which she's grateful. If this were a normal closet, she'd have some reservations about letting someone else see the inside, but considering they all used them for supplies? No chance of anything personal or embarrassing getting glimpsed.]
This is going to be a pain in the ass to get down those stairs, but between the two of us, I'm sure we can do it. I'll be sure to think of something with handles.
[She reaches into the closet and does just that. Voila.]
[Impressive. He likes that she knows her way around a good setup. It's not a mega grill or anything, those weigh an absolute ton and literally have to be assembled on the spot they will live on forever, but it's sturdy, easy enough to carry, and will definitely do the job.]
I don't mind taking it down if you have something you're meant to be doing.
[Because he just realized he totally assumed Jo has nothing better to do than come and play with him outside.]
[She cracks a smile as she raises an eyebrow at him, shaking her head. No, it's nice of him to think she might have plans, but exactly the opposite. Besides, who's she to complain about getting to spend a little more time with him? Even if it is horribly one-sided and completely platonic.]
Nah. I'm done at the bar for the day. Free as a bird. I'd like to help, really. I'm pretty good with food. The sandwiches after the game kicked ass, right?
[They did. They kicked ass, Tom. She knows she's being smart-mouthed, but come on. You know you want her help.]
[Hey, he can't argue with a good thing. Especially when a grill is involved. Food, beer, meat, more meat, it's practically the American dream on a plate. A beautiful little picnic plate with a side of potato salad and coleslaw.]
[She has to laugh even as she rolls her eyes, lugging the setup out of the closet and rolling it towards the door, grabbing her side and leaving him to take his own.]
Alright, alright. Let's kick this thing right in the ass.
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Date: 2013-08-20 11:19 pm (UTC)[She pushes herself off the bed with both hands, landing squarely on her feet and heading over to the closet. Aside from the heap of clothing on the floor when they entered, there haven't been anymore more ticklish items to cover up, for which she's grateful. If this were a normal closet, she'd have some reservations about letting someone else see the inside, but considering they all used them for supplies? No chance of anything personal or embarrassing getting glimpsed.]
This is going to be a pain in the ass to get down those stairs, but between the two of us, I'm sure we can do it. I'll be sure to think of something with handles.
[She reaches into the closet and does just that. Voila.]
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Date: 2013-08-20 11:38 pm (UTC)I don't mind taking it down if you have something you're meant to be doing.
[Because he just realized he totally assumed Jo has nothing better to do than come and play with him outside.]
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Date: 2013-08-20 11:42 pm (UTC)[She cracks a smile as she raises an eyebrow at him, shaking her head. No, it's nice of him to think she might have plans, but exactly the opposite. Besides, who's she to complain about getting to spend a little more time with him? Even if it is horribly one-sided and completely platonic.]
Nah. I'm done at the bar for the day. Free as a bird. I'd like to help, really. I'm pretty good with food. The sandwiches after the game kicked ass, right?
[They did. They kicked ass, Tom. She knows she's being smart-mouthed, but come on. You know you want her help.]
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Date: 2013-08-20 11:50 pm (UTC)[Hey, he can't argue with a good thing. Especially when a grill is involved. Food, beer, meat, more meat, it's practically the American dream on a plate. A beautiful little picnic plate with a side of potato salad and coleslaw.]
Well alright then, let's get'r done.
[Yeah. He went there. Deal with it.]
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Date: 2013-08-20 11:56 pm (UTC)Alright, alright. Let's kick this thing right in the ass.