Fic: Spa Sunday (Mary, Robin)
Title: Spa Sunday
Authors: A small co-fic between myself (Mary) and the incredible secondmezzanine (Robin)
Summary: Mary is able to get her girl Robin out of the house and onto a massage table :)
Word Count: 1330
Ratings/Spoilers/Warnings: G, None, Don't own HIMYM.
AN:We did these drabbles over MSN!!! Wooo! It's an IM-fic!!!
Mary pulls up to the curb outside MacLaren’s in her silver Mini Cooper. It’s Sunday morning and she’s a bit early, and not wearing any makeup since she and Robin are going to a spa and will be getting facials, so she puts on some lip balm and studies her reflection in the rearview mirror, happy that she’d gotten some sun that morning during her quick jog and isn’t looking too pale. Thirteen hours of sleep after a hectic week at work had done her some good.
There’s a tap on the right window. Doesn’t look like Robin’s gotten much sleep.
Robin peers through the window, gives Mary a small wave. Mary's smiling back, her usual ray of sunshine, and Robin feels a sudden pang of relief, like maybe everything's going to be okay. The door unlocks, and Robin slides into the passenger seat, trying to stifle a yawn. "Hey, Mary." She buckles up and shoves her hands into the pockets of her fleece jacket, slides down in the seat and stretches out. Then she waits for it. The "how are you" paired with the concerned look. She's really starting to dread that question.
“Hey Scherbatsky, you ready to kick back and recharge today?”
Mary grins, glad that for once she can meet up with a girl and not have to do the obligatory hug and air-kissing routine (seriously, what was up with the whole fake “muah muah” thing anyway?) She starts the engine and pulls out into the traffic, cranking up the volume on the alternative station that’s on before asking, “You ok with this music or do you prefer something else?”
Robin can't help but grin. "Nah, this is perfect." She reaches over and turns the volume up even louder. "And yeah-- I could use a day to recharge my batteries." She looks over at Mary and grins. After a minute of weaving in and out of Sunday morning traffic, she nearly opens her mouth to ask Mary if she's heard from Barney, if maybe he's confided in her about-- anything. "Hey, have you..." she trails off, shakes her head, looks out the window. "...have you ever been to this place before?"
“Actually I haven’t, I just got this promotion thingy from one of my banks’ loyalty programs. If I ever get a massage I usually go to this Indonesian place…Barney recommended it to me..”
She casually glances over at Robin, and notices she flinches ever so slightly at the sound of Barney’s name. Something *is* definitely still bothering her, Mary knows, but she doesn’t want to be the one to bring it up. She figures she’ll wait till Robin’s a bit more relaxed, see if she opens up on her own.
It's the perfect time to ask if Mary's talked to him, and she knows Mary would be cool, but the words won't come out. She keeps her eyes trained on the window, on the people walking along the sidewalk, the dog hanging out of the car in front of them, his tongue flapping in the breeze. She smiles wistfully. "Look at this little guy. Think he knows how lucky he is?" She laughs half-heartedly.
"Anyway, thanks for asking me. If my bank ever offers me anything besides a new insurance policy or a credit card with really low rates you'll be the first one I call."
Mary can't help but chuckle. She loves this about Robin, how she makes little jokes out of everything...
"Hey, I'm the one who should be thanking you," she replies. "You're like the perfect wingwoman for a quiet restful day at a spa. Anybody else would've bored me to death with their inane chatter by now...but you make me laugh, and I really like that, Robin."
She takes her hand off the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road as she slowly places her hand over Robin's, squeezing it lightly.
She's slightly uncomfortable-- she's never really been a touchy-feely kind of girl when it comes to friends-- and she doesn't want her to know that everything feels wrecked right now. But Mary's so genuine, not a trace of that "let's be sisters while we secretly judge each other" kind of vibe.
So she stops herself from pulling away, just throws her a silly grin. "Hey, that's what I'm here for. Stay tuned, I'll be here all week.”
“You ever considered a career in acting, Robin? I mean, the camera loves you and you’ve got such a great sense of humor… heck, you’d probably be a way better actress than, say, Jennifer Aniston…I mean, your morning show is definitely one of the most entertaining things I've seen in a long time, but you could really go places..."
Robin shoots her a funny look, trying to figure out if she's joking. "Pssh. Yeah, definitely. I'm the next Angelina, for sure."
Mary detects the open sarcasm and it stings a bit. "Robin, I really mean it. I've met a lot of people in Los Angeles who were trying to make it into films, and a few of them have been pretty successful...you have a lot more than looks going for you - you have intelligence and that's really rare in the industry. It's something most directors are looking for these days."
Robin stares at her, bewildered. "You're serious." She turns her head forward, laughs hesitantly. "Well... thanks, I guess. Okay, maybe if my real goals don't pan out, I'll save Oscar-winner as my back up." She smiles at Mary, friendly. "What about you? Did you always want to work in law?"
Mary laughs. "When I was growing up I wanted to be a hair stylist, then a teacher, then a writer. When I was thirteen I thought I'd be a professional surfer. Never panned out though, you know? Parents...and other things.. held me back. Now, I'm kind of just happy with this job because it's challenging but it gives me quite a lot of time off to travel since it's easy to find temp replacements..."
Robin laughs. "Professional surfer? Yeah, I could see you doing that. You've already got the surfer look, I think. Tan, blonde, California attitude..." She pushes her hands deeper in her pockets, slides down in her seat another few inches. "Never too late, you know. You could just fly off and buy a board, and... have to leave New York, though." She frowns, stares at the dashboard.
"Robin, I'm thirty-one! " Mary retorts lightly. "It' *is* a bit too late for me to become a pro surfer! And, yeah, I did decide to move back to New York to be closer to family. Anyway, flying off into the sunset is great and everything, but it isn't the same as coming back home."
Mary doesn't really want to talk about herself anymore, so she deflects, "Hey we have to park here and walk, that ok?"
"Yeah, walking's great." When Mary finds a space and pulls over, Robin gets out and stretches. How can she still be so tired? She must have slept for about eighteen hours yesterday. She bounces on her feet a little, tries to shake it off. She catches Mary watching her and throws a few fake punches as they start to walk. "You ever been boxing, Mer? Barney and his brother do it. Ka-POW. Stress reliever."
“Well, I did a bit of kickboxing a few years ago”, she replies after a moment. “And yes, it can be quite effective to let out pent up anger. In fact, I probably would’ve punched Ted for calling me a hooker that night if I wasn’t already tired from an hour of kickboxing before that…”
Robin stops bouncing and sparring, and Mary watches as she breaks out into laughter, her eyes lighting up and her cheeks flushing. Soon they’re both doubled over, laughing out loud like a pair of unabashed teenagers, Robin leaning against her and clutching her arm for support as they stumble into the Takashimaya building on Fifth Avenue.
Authors: A small co-fic between myself (Mary) and the incredible secondmezzanine (Robin)
Summary: Mary is able to get her girl Robin out of the house and onto a massage table :)
Word Count: 1330
Ratings/Spoilers/Warnings: G, None, Don't own HIMYM.
AN:We did these drabbles over MSN!!! Wooo! It's an IM-fic!!!
Mary pulls up to the curb outside MacLaren’s in her silver Mini Cooper. It’s Sunday morning and she’s a bit early, and not wearing any makeup since she and Robin are going to a spa and will be getting facials, so she puts on some lip balm and studies her reflection in the rearview mirror, happy that she’d gotten some sun that morning during her quick jog and isn’t looking too pale. Thirteen hours of sleep after a hectic week at work had done her some good.
There’s a tap on the right window. Doesn’t look like Robin’s gotten much sleep.
Robin peers through the window, gives Mary a small wave. Mary's smiling back, her usual ray of sunshine, and Robin feels a sudden pang of relief, like maybe everything's going to be okay. The door unlocks, and Robin slides into the passenger seat, trying to stifle a yawn. "Hey, Mary." She buckles up and shoves her hands into the pockets of her fleece jacket, slides down in the seat and stretches out. Then she waits for it. The "how are you" paired with the concerned look. She's really starting to dread that question.
“Hey Scherbatsky, you ready to kick back and recharge today?”
Mary grins, glad that for once she can meet up with a girl and not have to do the obligatory hug and air-kissing routine (seriously, what was up with the whole fake “muah muah” thing anyway?) She starts the engine and pulls out into the traffic, cranking up the volume on the alternative station that’s on before asking, “You ok with this music or do you prefer something else?”
Robin can't help but grin. "Nah, this is perfect." She reaches over and turns the volume up even louder. "And yeah-- I could use a day to recharge my batteries." She looks over at Mary and grins. After a minute of weaving in and out of Sunday morning traffic, she nearly opens her mouth to ask Mary if she's heard from Barney, if maybe he's confided in her about-- anything. "Hey, have you..." she trails off, shakes her head, looks out the window. "...have you ever been to this place before?"
“Actually I haven’t, I just got this promotion thingy from one of my banks’ loyalty programs. If I ever get a massage I usually go to this Indonesian place…Barney recommended it to me..”
She casually glances over at Robin, and notices she flinches ever so slightly at the sound of Barney’s name. Something *is* definitely still bothering her, Mary knows, but she doesn’t want to be the one to bring it up. She figures she’ll wait till Robin’s a bit more relaxed, see if she opens up on her own.
It's the perfect time to ask if Mary's talked to him, and she knows Mary would be cool, but the words won't come out. She keeps her eyes trained on the window, on the people walking along the sidewalk, the dog hanging out of the car in front of them, his tongue flapping in the breeze. She smiles wistfully. "Look at this little guy. Think he knows how lucky he is?" She laughs half-heartedly.
"Anyway, thanks for asking me. If my bank ever offers me anything besides a new insurance policy or a credit card with really low rates you'll be the first one I call."
Mary can't help but chuckle. She loves this about Robin, how she makes little jokes out of everything...
"Hey, I'm the one who should be thanking you," she replies. "You're like the perfect wingwoman for a quiet restful day at a spa. Anybody else would've bored me to death with their inane chatter by now...but you make me laugh, and I really like that, Robin."
She takes her hand off the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road as she slowly places her hand over Robin's, squeezing it lightly.
She's slightly uncomfortable-- she's never really been a touchy-feely kind of girl when it comes to friends-- and she doesn't want her to know that everything feels wrecked right now. But Mary's so genuine, not a trace of that "let's be sisters while we secretly judge each other" kind of vibe.
So she stops herself from pulling away, just throws her a silly grin. "Hey, that's what I'm here for. Stay tuned, I'll be here all week.”
“You ever considered a career in acting, Robin? I mean, the camera loves you and you’ve got such a great sense of humor… heck, you’d probably be a way better actress than, say, Jennifer Aniston…I mean, your morning show is definitely one of the most entertaining things I've seen in a long time, but you could really go places..."
Robin shoots her a funny look, trying to figure out if she's joking. "Pssh. Yeah, definitely. I'm the next Angelina, for sure."
Mary detects the open sarcasm and it stings a bit. "Robin, I really mean it. I've met a lot of people in Los Angeles who were trying to make it into films, and a few of them have been pretty successful...you have a lot more than looks going for you - you have intelligence and that's really rare in the industry. It's something most directors are looking for these days."
Robin stares at her, bewildered. "You're serious." She turns her head forward, laughs hesitantly. "Well... thanks, I guess. Okay, maybe if my real goals don't pan out, I'll save Oscar-winner as my back up." She smiles at Mary, friendly. "What about you? Did you always want to work in law?"
Mary laughs. "When I was growing up I wanted to be a hair stylist, then a teacher, then a writer. When I was thirteen I thought I'd be a professional surfer. Never panned out though, you know? Parents...and other things.. held me back. Now, I'm kind of just happy with this job because it's challenging but it gives me quite a lot of time off to travel since it's easy to find temp replacements..."
Robin laughs. "Professional surfer? Yeah, I could see you doing that. You've already got the surfer look, I think. Tan, blonde, California attitude..." She pushes her hands deeper in her pockets, slides down in her seat another few inches. "Never too late, you know. You could just fly off and buy a board, and... have to leave New York, though." She frowns, stares at the dashboard.
"Robin, I'm thirty-one! " Mary retorts lightly. "It' *is* a bit too late for me to become a pro surfer! And, yeah, I did decide to move back to New York to be closer to family. Anyway, flying off into the sunset is great and everything, but it isn't the same as coming back home."
Mary doesn't really want to talk about herself anymore, so she deflects, "Hey we have to park here and walk, that ok?"
"Yeah, walking's great." When Mary finds a space and pulls over, Robin gets out and stretches. How can she still be so tired? She must have slept for about eighteen hours yesterday. She bounces on her feet a little, tries to shake it off. She catches Mary watching her and throws a few fake punches as they start to walk. "You ever been boxing, Mer? Barney and his brother do it. Ka-POW. Stress reliever."
“Well, I did a bit of kickboxing a few years ago”, she replies after a moment. “And yes, it can be quite effective to let out pent up anger. In fact, I probably would’ve punched Ted for calling me a hooker that night if I wasn’t already tired from an hour of kickboxing before that…”
Robin stops bouncing and sparring, and Mary watches as she breaks out into laughter, her eyes lighting up and her cheeks flushing. Soon they’re both doubled over, laughing out loud like a pair of unabashed teenagers, Robin leaning against her and clutching her arm for support as they stumble into the Takashimaya building on Fifth Avenue.