harmless is, like, my middle name.
People have to write more Lost Girl. And Lip Service. Like, together.
"I don't even know her name," Bo groans, that time Lexy finally manages to coax it out of her over lunch, several days later.
"Didn't the professor say something?" Lexy squints at her sandwich, trying to remember. "Louis? Lewis? Something."
"Louise?" Bo asks. "It's a nice sounding name."
Lexy shakes her head, pushing a copy of the syllabus toward Bo and pointing. "Lauren Lewis."
"Ah," Bo nods, before repeating to herself softly: "Lauren."
"Better sounding name, hm?" Lexy says, the sound muffled by bread. "She doesn't look old to me though -- possibly only in college?"
"And we are discussing her probable age because…?"
Lexy smirks, lowering the her sandwich for a moment. "You don't have standards? I mean, I won't date anyone older by more than 10 years--"
"Who said anything about dating, Jesus Lex--"
"Because you don't look so awfully pained just waiting for her to get to you with the handouts, really. Not at all."
Bo kicks at Lexy's shin playfully and Lexy lets out a small yelp. "Shut up," says Bo. "Like you don't look as pained during Coach Murray's gym class."
It is Lexy's turn to blush. "It's just a thing okay," she says, waving a hand dismissively. "I outgrow things after a few days."
"Whatever you say," Bo scoffs. "I've seen how you look at her arms. How easily can you outgrow your things with those kind of arms, hmm?"
"Shut up. I do not fancy Coach Murray's arms."
"You're a really bad liar."
"And you're really good at changing the subject, Miss Dennis. Now, now," Lexy breathes in, all smug. "Let me look into this Lauren business and see what I can dig up for you."
"You're actually suggesting we stalk these people, no?"
Truth be told, Lexy kind of likes the sound of that. She nods, before appending: "Harmlessly, of course."
"Are you kidding? Harmless is, like, my middle name," Bo just says.
"I don't even know her name," Bo groans, that time Lexy finally manages to coax it out of her over lunch, several days later.
"Didn't the professor say something?" Lexy squints at her sandwich, trying to remember. "Louis? Lewis? Something."
"Louise?" Bo asks. "It's a nice sounding name."
Lexy shakes her head, pushing a copy of the syllabus toward Bo and pointing. "Lauren Lewis."
"Ah," Bo nods, before repeating to herself softly: "Lauren."
"Better sounding name, hm?" Lexy says, the sound muffled by bread. "She doesn't look old to me though -- possibly only in college?"
"And we are discussing her probable age because…?"
Lexy smirks, lowering the her sandwich for a moment. "You don't have standards? I mean, I won't date anyone older by more than 10 years--"
"Who said anything about dating, Jesus Lex--"
"Because you don't look so awfully pained just waiting for her to get to you with the handouts, really. Not at all."
Bo kicks at Lexy's shin playfully and Lexy lets out a small yelp. "Shut up," says Bo. "Like you don't look as pained during Coach Murray's gym class."
It is Lexy's turn to blush. "It's just a thing okay," she says, waving a hand dismissively. "I outgrow things after a few days."
"Whatever you say," Bo scoffs. "I've seen how you look at her arms. How easily can you outgrow your things with those kind of arms, hmm?"
"Shut up. I do not fancy Coach Murray's arms."
"You're a really bad liar."
"And you're really good at changing the subject, Miss Dennis. Now, now," Lexy breathes in, all smug. "Let me look into this Lauren business and see what I can dig up for you."
"You're actually suggesting we stalk these people, no?"
Truth be told, Lexy kind of likes the sound of that. She nods, before appending: "Harmlessly, of course."
"Are you kidding? Harmless is, like, my middle name," Bo just says.