fandomhigh | How to Be a Comic Book Superhero, Week 2 [Monday, in front of the Kwik Stop]

Punctuality was not a concept found in Jay's limited mental capacity. Making an entrance, however, was definitely up there.

"Check it, mothafuckers!"

Jay exploded onto the scene, boombox unceremoniously dumped on the small table sitting beside a propped-up white board. He moonwalked back and forth in front of them for a moment before grabbing his crotch in the general direction of, well, everything vaguely female. "Fuck, I got some fine little school girl pussy for me today - and you dude. I am Jay and you lucky little bitches get to learn the fine art of fucking like -"

Silent Bob popped up behind him, peeling duct tape off the sleeve of his jacket and giving him a reproving, sad look, spreading his hands as if to ask what he thought he was doing. Sulking, Jay shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched. "Fuck, fatass, ruin all my fucking fun."

Bob tilted his head towards the students. Jay scowled. "Fine. I'm Jay and this morose motherfucker is my black manservant, Silent Bob. He's the actual teacher 'cause apparently I'm not supposed to be left alone with minors. Fucking parole."

Silent Bob rolled his eyes and started writing on the board while Jay hopped up on the table beside the boombox, swinging his legs and never shutting up. "Don't know why this fatass gets to do all the teaching." Bob wrote 'introductions' and waved at the students. Jay sneered. "Like I fucking need to know their names when those tight little bitches -"

Bob glared. Jay sighed. "Shit. Name, age, fucking bra size, don't care."

Bob drew a familiar logo that looked like a bat.

"And whatever gay-ass names you fuckers picked for yourself last week."

Introductions finished, Bob erased the board and wrote 'POWERS'. Then he wrote 'UNLAME'.

"Powers? Fuck, Lunchbox, if I had a superpower I'd have, like, the power to make hot chicks' clothes disappear like fucking that." He wiggled his fingers. Bob rolled his eyes and added 'LIKE THAT'.

[[Back from vaycay, Deadpool-mun wins all, will be around to play after about 6EST. And . . . I'm sorry about Jay. I just . . . I'm sorry.]]

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"It's not always shiny things," Rikku said informatively. "Sometimes you can swipe an edge from this guy's claw and some powder from that dude and make a bomb or something."

And then she made a face. "Hey, am I allowed to call club meetings just for stupid things like 'let's all get ice cream and watch movies 'cause I need anti-emo mojo'? 'Cause if so, I'm gonna call a meeting here pretty soon."

She blinked a little at herself, because 'anti-emo mojo' was a pretty weird phrase when you thought about it.

Luke gave her a sympathetic smile. "You can have all the ice cream you want," he said quietly. "I talked with Dawn last week. I'm so sorry."

"You ... oh." Rikku bit her lip, then nodded. "Thanks. I ... that's why I ... where I ... went, this, uh, this weekend? And your dad was ... amazing, I mean, he kind of ... yeah. And ..."

She sniffled a little. "I'm ... okay, kinda, I mean, I'm better, I just ... totally wanna do a pajamas and ice cream and movies and something like that club meeting. You know?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "He killed the dinosaur that hurt me," he said sulkily. "Big show-off."

He focused back on what was actually important. "I'm not sure Sam or Jude would be all that excited if I was invited to a pajama party with their girlfriends," he said carefully.

"Cooooooool. I mean, that's ... seriously pretty badass, yeah?" She shook her head quickly. "Oh. Huh. Maybe you're right. I mean, if we said it was a club thing, they'd totally know it wasn't anything bad, right? I mean, we have cheerleading slumber parties, and Alec's trying to get us to do a nude one but that's so not gonna happen, you know?"

"...a nude one?" Luke repeated faintly. "Yeah, no. Because I bring the onion dip and then it would just be awkward, you know? But a club meeting and if we just happen to be barefoot and in comfortable clothes, I don't think that would be bad."

"No, that was a cheer thing, I didn't mean for the club," she said, waving it off. "But there totally need to be pajamas because pajamas are awesome and I have a really cute set. Besides, that doesn't sound bad. Pajamas, you know!?"

Luke was a boy. He hadn't spent five minutes in his entire life thinking out the cuteness of what he wore to bed.

"Uh huh?" he said blankly.

Rikku folded her arms. "You totally need to get pajamas, you know. They have cute ones for guys, too."

"And I need them?" Luke replied skeptically.

Rikku humphed. "It's not much of a pajama party without them, now is it?"

"I can't just wear my normal things?" he asked.

"Did I say 'normal things' party? 'Cause I clearly remember saying 'pajama party' and it's not much of one without pajamas, now is it?"

Luke pouted. "Fine. I'll find something, um, cute, to wear. I guess."

"See that you do," Rikku announced haughtily.

Because she was fully intending to buy him embarassing pajamas in case he flaked out on her.

Which she totally needed to get Dawn in on.

Luke had a bad feeling about this.

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