Deja Vu (Liv) [M]

[Peyton Turner]

Peyton caught sight of the tarp as he returned. "Nice! Tarp!" Not that he really had any idea what to do with it, except protect them from sitting on a wet floor, but that was a pretty useful tool at least.

She didn't look thrilled about the alcohol, which kinda made sense to him, since it really hadn't been part of his plan. Then again, he didn't really have a 'plan' in the first place. But he was admittedly a little nervously excited about finding a bottle of rum, considering he had only been drunk a few times in his life and he wasn't sure if Liv should be subjected to that ridiculousness. Then again, if they were both at it, at least they'd be on equal footing. Even if the footing itself was unstable.

"Oh Peyton... I... I don't even know what to say about that one."

Her face-palm action made him laugh. "Matey you want to join in?" He asked, eyebrows raised in recognition that it was a horrible pun. "Just imagine; these jokes can only get worse." He chuckled as they sat down, and shifted to sit against her so their arms were touching. Totally for warmth. The blanket also helped with that, even if it was nothing more than a glorified flannel sheet. And having the wall at their backs gave them something to lean against - something that would definitely be useful if they started in on the rum.

"So... do you drink a lot?"

"...." Peyton really didn't want to pretend he was cooler than he was. He just wasn't that 'party drinking' kind of person. "...No. Not really." He admitted, with a shrug. "I've drank - drinked? - drunk? - drank, I think-" that particular past tense was an annoying one, "-a few times back at my old school, but not much. Maybe like five occasions all together." It was kind of an odd question, but he didn't have the presence of mind to ask why she'd asked. It was too cold.

He unscrewed the cap, and then paused. "Hey... You wanna maybe make it a game or something? I don't think it's a good idea to just pound this stuff." He didn't intend to get wasted and throw up within the first half hour of opening the bottle. That didn't sound fun for anyone. Truth be told, he-

Oh. That would be a good one. Truth.

Peyton was at that age where he wanted to ask girls everything. Anything, and everything. But...

Feeling a bit like an idiot, he turned to Liv, holding out a pinky. "This looks incredibly stupid," he pointed out, "but can we just promise... No judgement, okay?"

[Olivia Baker]

As he continued to talk as a pirate Liv couldn't figure out if she should roll her eyes or laugh. "You're something else Peyton.. i think you're the only one who can actually get away with such BAD jokes" She laughed bumping him playfully before adding, "Hey Pey? What did one pirate say to the other?" She waited for a moment before "Arrrr show me your booty." It was a little inappropriate and a bit stupid but her brother Mark had told her that when she was younger and she'd thought it was funny and actually one of the more appropriate ones. 

She listened as he spoke about his own experience with alcohol. "This is actually... my first time drinking... so you'll have to look out for me and don't get me too drunk." She said still unsure if she should be doing this or not. If her parents knew they'd kill her 

"And ok." She said pinky swearing and kissing her thumb. "It doesn't count unless you kiss your thumb with it." She informed him before sitting back trying to think of a game.

"Hmm... well we can combine a drinking game with another game... truth or dare... or never have i ever... 20 questions?" She started rattling them off. "Maybe every time within it one of us says a certain word... or does something.. like every time you make a pirate pun." she chuckled. The wind blew and she moved in closer to Peyton. 

[Peyton Turner]

"You're something else Peyton.. i think you're the only one who can actually get away with such BAD jokes."

Yup. All day, every day, Peyton got away with telling awful jokes. It helped that he knew they were awful. Her little affectionate nudge didn't do anything to discourage him from the practice.

"Hey Pey? What did one pirate say to the other? ...Arrrr show me your booty."

Peyton literally burst out laughing. It wasn't that it was a good joke - it really wasn't - but seeing Olivia tell it was... priceless. "You lie! I am obviously not the only one who can get away with horrible jokes," he teased, bumping her right back.

Oh, and he had more. "What does Captain Jack Sparrow pay to have his ears pierced?" He tilted his head first left, then right, as though prompting with a 'hmm? hmmmmm?' before answering, "...A buccaneer!" He clutched the bottle in his hand as he did a cheesy swing of his arm, mouth open in an obvious grin. "You should hear my dad, his are usually worse than mine."

"This is actually... my first time drinking... so you'll have to look out for me and don't get me too drunk."

"Oh..." Peyton looked down at the bottle. "Yeah, I'll keep an eye out, but... Well, you really don't have to do it if you don't want to. I was just thinking... I mean, it's just so cold out, I figured if it's good enough for rescue dogs to carry in the snow, it's good enough for us." Of course that was brandy, not rum, but the purpose was the same.

As she kissed her thumb, he smiled and did the same. "That's adorable." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he wished he'd had a sip of the rum to give him as excuse to be turning pink.

"Hmm... well we can combine a drinking game with another game... truth or dare... or never have i ever... 20 questions? Maybe every time within it one of us says a certain word... or does something.. like every time you make a pirate pun."

"Whatever arrrr you talking about?" Peyton snickered, feeling even warmer as she scooted closer. But the conversation was distracting him, keeping him from getting too nervous about it, or maybe just from thinking about it too much. "Truth or drink?" He smiled, rolling the neck of the bottle between his palms as he glanced back out the window-less space, watching the light glittering in the ice on the trees.

[Olivia Baker]

"that's adorable" Not exactly what she wanted to hear. She was so sick of being cute or adorable or whatever. For once she wanted to be hot or sexy or even beautiful, not adorable though. Kitten's were adorable, bunnies were adorable, little girls were adorable, Liv wanted to be past that. God, she hoped Peyton didn't see her as just some cute girl who he wanted to be her friend. She hoped Flynn didn't see her that way either since he'd entered the picture rather unexpectedly lately... Oh Flynn... she didn't even know what to think about that whole situation... if there was any situation... he didn't seem like the type to keep a girl for more than a little while and she didn't expect nor know if she wanted to be the person to change that. 

"No... No...." She blushed, it was stupid, and she shouldn't want to but. "I really kind of want to try... and I'd rather do it for the first time with someone I trust. I trust you Peyton." she said and took the rum  uncapping it and taking a swig.

She didn't expect it to burn as much as it did and she coughed several times afraid she was going to gag. "Oh that's awful!" She said through coughs. As soon as she calmed down she managed to get out, "Truth or Drink. Let's do that. That's smart." She said still coughing a little. 

[Peyton Turner]

"I really kind of want to try... and I'd rather do it for the first time with someone I trust. I trust you Peyton."

That was... Peyton took a quick sip of the rum, wincing as it hit the back of his throat, but immediately feeling the little burn in his gut warming him up a bit. ...He wanted to think he felt honored, but in reality it was a lot of pressure to be placed on his shoulders. He really would have to be watching out for her, really paying attention. And he was hoping that his quick sip would make an excuse for the blush creeping into his face at her discussion if 'doing it for the first time' with him. Damn hormones. Even his power was getting to him now, even though he'd been ignoring it all day. Luckily, he'd had some pretty heavy training yesterday, so his store was rather low, making him worry less about accidentally sending off some random pheromones. All he had in him were the old standbys of humor and cheerfulness, anyway. The rest had been chucked out during training, thank god.

Peyton was about to warn her when she grabbed the bottle out of his hands, but she'd already taken a hefty swig.

"Oh that's awful!"

Taking it back from her, capping it again (he was just looking out for her, she'd just tasked him with that, hadn't she?) and patting her on the back, he offered her a small piece of advice. "You should probably just sip."


"Truth or Drink. Let's do that. That's smart."

He would've been glad she considered his idea smart, but she had just taken a big swig of rum, so maybe her judgement wasn't so hot at the moment. "Do you want to go first, or should I? I assume you'd just ask a question and then you can either answer, or not answer and drink instead."

[Olivia Baker]

"alright." she said and leaned back on her elbows to think for a moment. She was happy that she'd had the rum, she couldn't feel it yet, not in her head at least but her body felt a little warmer and that she appreciated. "Lets see..." She said tapping her nose, it was a bad habit she'd picked up when she was young and never let go, she always, ALWAYS, tapped her nose when she was thinking. 

"I know..." She decided she should start off easy, she had about a billion things she'd wondered about, like the kiss, how he felt about her, his shoe size (You know what they say about shoes...) but no, she'd start off with something basic.

"What's your power? Why are you at Hammel?" She figured this one would be easy for him and it was only fair considering he'd learned alllll about hers today.

[Peyton Turner]

"What's your power? Why are you at Hammel?"

Peyton hesitated. For some reason, he just hadn't expected that question. It made sense, of course, it was one of the first things lots of Hammelites discussed, but he just... There was a lot of guilt that his power could cause, and he didn't want her to feel used or manipulated...

But better out with it now than waiting. "No judgement, right?" He reminded her, nervously running his thumb over the cap of the bottle in his hand. "...and I swear, I've never used this on you... It's pheromone manipulation." He sort of mumbled the last bit, already anxious about what she'd think, and wondering I'd he should've just taken a drink. He should've just taken a drink, he was sure. ...But if he hadn't told her... He wanted her to trust him.

Hoping to distract her from the controversial nature of his ability, he hurried to ask his question. There were a lot of them in his head, and most of them revolved around every teen boy's main interest - sex - but he'd tried to steer clear of that for now. "What's your most embarrassing moment?"

[Olivia Baker]

His disclaimer made her nervous about the answer. What if he was forever young and was actually 189... would that make him a pedophile? Would that make this wrong? Oh ew! Then his disclaimer got worse when he stated he'd never used it on her. What if, whatever it was, he was lying... what could it be that he was worried about her thinking he used it on her? Had he used it on other people?"

"pheromone manipulation"

"Oh." Her own thoughts were worse than that and it took her a moment before she even realized why he was nervous about her thinking he'd used it on her... It would explain a lot... like her kissing him, she still wasn't sure why the hell she'd done that. But she'd give him the benefit of the doubt... though she was definitely... skeptical.

He interjected her commenting with her own question and found herself turning bright red and took the bottle taking a swig. She didn't want to bring up the kiss in the ball pit... his reaction was definitely one of the most mortifying moments of her existence along with the time she got pants in front of her entire fourth grade class, underwear and all.

"If you had to BE one food what would it be?" She asked going to a silly question. She had a million other questions she wanted to ask him but was too afraid to dive into anything too deep... yet. She wanted him to be the one to start that.

[Peyton Turner]

Her reaction wasn't nearly as bad as Peyton had feared. She didn't yell at him, or hit him, or glare, or any of that - and he was so glad.

But he did wonder why she decided to drink. He gave her a suspiciously amused look, wondering what story he was missing out on, but didn't question her. That seemed to be an unspoken rule of Truth or Drink: don't ask the same question twice. Common sense, really. ...Even if he was really curious what she was omitting.

"If you had to BE one food what would it be?"

Peyton was a little surprised that she wasn't going in for the heavier questions, but he certainly didn't mind. He felt a little awkward about his own questions in return, but, meh, what could he do, he was a teenage boy. "Hmmm..." He tapped his fingers against each other in the absence of a bottle to fiddle with. It was a tough question. "I dunno... Something disgusting, so no one would want to eat me. Or something poisonous. ....Except I guess that would be kinda lonely..." This was so much harder than he'd expected. Or maybe he was thinking about it too much.

"A grape," he decided, finally. "I'd want to be a grape in a vineyard, in the hopes that I'd end up in a barrel of wine with a ton of other grapes and live to a ripe old age." There was a slight crooked silliness to his smile as he recognized the pun in his words. That happened frequently unintentionally. He just liked to play it off as intentional.

But now it was his turn again. And damn, was this hard. He spent a bit rubbing his hands together, keeping them warm, as he tried to find a good one. "What's the story of your first kiss?" It was a variation on the middle school classic 'have you ever kissed anyone,' and it seemed a safe standby.

[Olivia Baker]

His answer cracked her up. She would never think of that, she would have said a Gingerbread house... something that people loved, and put a lot of work into and never ate, and they were sweet and pretty... she hoped she was like a gingerbread house. But grape was better, because you never had to be alone, even if you didn't end up as wine gapes came in a bunch. She loved that.

Then it was his turn. She held her breath, the last question had been difficult and she had no doubt that he was going to go for the kill. 

"What's the story of your first kiss?"

Her face immediately turned red and she looked away. She really didn't want to admit that her first kiss, was him. But she couldn't drink twice in a row... 

"This is no judgement." She said firmly, looking up at him waiting to meet his eyes before making another move. Once she got confirmation she sighed and took the rum and taking a long swig, she needed the liquid courage. "Honestly.... It was you. In the ball pit." She said and quickly shoved out "What is the stupidest thing you've ever done... and regretted." It was the first thing she could think of,  her answer would have been that kiss... it seemed to have ruined a lot of things. 

[Peyton Turner]

Peyton liked making her laugh. He liked making anyone laugh, really, but in a situation like this... it just felt better. Of course, he hadn't intended for it to be a joke - he'd put a lot of thought into that answer - but if she thought it was entertaining, he was happy to entertain her. He had to stop himself from making a horrible line about wanting to be in her bunch. Cause that sounded kinda creepy, as well as stupid.

When he asked his question, he really hadn't expected the reaction she gave. He was expecting maybe a fraction of it, and some story about spin the bottle in 6th grade (which was his, and kinda depressing), but he wasn't expecting her to turn away like that.

"This is no judgement."

He nodded, "'f course." But then she drank. So... was she skipping the question, then? It had sounded like she was going to-

"Honestly...."

Oh. Apparently not. Though his brow was knit in confusion.

"...It was you. In the ball pit."

His mouth opened a little - not to say anything, just surprised - and he blushed. He hadn't... well, that was... geez, he was a total jerk, wasn't he? But he didn't even have a chance to apologize - should he apologize? Would that just make it weirder? - before she was already asking him another question.

"What is the stupidest thing you've ever done... and regretted."

That seemed obvious. Or at the moment it did. "Well, while we're on the subject of that... y'know." He looked away, too, and cleared his throat. How could he even manage to say this? It was.... weird. "...I wish I could strike the word 'um' from my vocabulary." He winced at even mentioning the word - fraction of a word, it shouldn't even count as an actual word. "I kinda wish I could scrub out that bit." And the incredibly awkward moment in the balls... no pun intended.

With a pang of worry, he suddenly added, still not looking at her, his face still burning, but his words assertive, "Not the kiss. ...Just the part after."

Oh, right, it was his turn to ask.

Shit.

"Umm-" he winced at using that word again. "How..." no, no, he wouldn't ask that, that seemed boring. ...And he couldn't get her last question out of his head.... "....Do you regret it?"

[Olivia Baker]

His reaction, she couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or upset or... something... it didn't seem positive though and she felt like such an idiot. She should have just drank or made it up. She should have lied and made up some dumb story about some guy... but that wasn't Liv. She didn't lie and up till this year her life and priorities had been very different. Hell, she was sure she'd get utter shit from her brother once he arrived... or rather once he showed his face since he was already in Pilot Ridge but she hadn't seen him yet. She wasn't supposed to date. She half expected an arranged marriage from her parents. She wouldn't put it passed them. 

His reaction to her question made her heart sink. She really believed that he meant the kiss, until he explained the other. She wanted to smile in relief but managed to push that back, knowing that it'd be unappreciated. Then he asked... it was like every single question he asked was to dig another knife in her. She hadn't expected this to go in this direction. 

"I... I"m not sure..." She answered honestly, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, diverting her eyes down, to the floor. "I mean... I... wanted to..." Maybe she was starting to feel the rum. She wasn't exactly sure how much she'd had. The first swig had been bigger, she wasn't prepared, the second was smaller but she felt she needed it. "At the time i really... wanted to." She glanced up at him for a moment. "But you didn't... and... I felt like i kind of screwed up because we were having fun and then..." She shrugged "We weren't." 

She took the rum, picking at the label, she needed something to do with her hands. "What was your best kiss." She figured they were already on the topic.

[Peyton Turner]

"I... I"m not sure... I mean... I... wanted to... At the time I really... wanted to."

His eyes had returned to watch her, nervously, and he felt a weird sort of cramping in his chest, like... well kinda like horrible gas, but he really didn't want to think about that right now, so he settled on the image of a balloon being forced between his ribs. Cause that was so much more pleasant. And yet it still hurt just as much.

As she looked up, he looked away again, and cursed himself for his stupidity that day.

"But you didn't... and... I felt like i kind of screwed up because we were having fun and then... We weren't."

That really seemed to sum it up. The last bit, at least. He'd gotten kinda lost in the middle there, but he was blaming that on the rum. Which he could really use right about now. Especially given her next question. "Pass." He too the bottle and took a hefty swig. Like probably more than he really should've had, since he let out a loud release of air as he winced. That may have been a bit too much.

But he really didn't want to say anything. Mostly because, well... it wasn't her. And he wished it was. But that kiss, while pleasant, was not nearly as... sexual as some he'd experienced. Not that he had a lot of experience with kissing, but he'd had a lot of friends, and spin the bottle and truth or dare were both pretty common activities. Even since starting at Hammel, there had been the retreat. And, as a teenage male, the more sexual kisses... they just ranked higher.

And now the topic of sex was on his mind again. Like always.

"...Do you, um..." That didn't seem appropriate. Really, not appropriate. "...Can I just drink and not ask a question?" He asked, taking a swig before she even answered him.

[Olivia Baker]

Liv had never felt so disablingly uncomfortable in her life. She felt as if she was suffocating and on the verge of a panic attack with the way the reactions were going. She took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The way he passed was... upsetting. He obviously didn't want to open up about that and the reason why, no matter what the reason why was, was bad, for her at least. She knew that. She was starting to regret coming here... this was a really bad idea and she could already tell that it wasn't going to go smoothly any time soon. 

"Fine." She answered but took the bottle and took two large gulps herself. She was hurting, and she wanted to numb it so badly and to erase it.... and she could erase it which was the worst part. If she really, really wanted to, she could rewind all this... but she wouldn't. That wouldn't be fair and though Peyton would forget it, she'd know about it.... and she didn't want to be hurting by herself as selfish as that was.

"I guess It's my turn again..." She sighed and leaned back on her elbows, her gaze going to the window, framing the sun as it made its decent down. 

"Uhm..." She sighed she didn't know what to ask. "How do you see me?" She wanted to know. She wanted to know if she had a fucking chance or if she was wasting her time. She already thought she knew the answer, and it couldn't feel worse than it did now. 

[Peyton Turner]

As she took the bottle back, Peyton felt immediately guilty. "You don't have to-" but she'd already taken her part. And he felt shitty. Except not shitty, per say just... hurting. For her. Cause he didn't want to hurt her, and yet he couldn't help it.

"I guess It's my turn again..."

Peyton looked down at his hands fidgeting in his lap, words starting to course through his head, but unable to bring himself to say them.

"Uhm... How do you-"

"I really like you, Liv." He had answered the question before he'd even known that she was asking it, and he still wasn't quite aware that it was her question as he continued. "I feel like - I mean, I was such an idiot that day - I'm an idiot most of the time," he added, wryly, "in case you hadn't noticed. But god, I mean... I just..." He groaned, and closed his eyes, leaning his head back to thud against the wall, hands over his face, muffling his voice slightly.

"Everything was going so well, and there was this cute girl, who was funny, and fun, and smart, and adorable, and enduring all those goddamn ball innuendos, and even kissing-- and all I could say was 'um'?" He hit his head against the wall again, just slightly harder, but not violently at all, just... feeling like an idiot, as he'd said. "And don't even get me started on the whole..." he felt his face reddening at the reference to the incident in the ball pit. "It's embarrassing. And I just felt so stupid cause, y'know..." he couldn't even think of any better words, "...It's embarrassing!" He repeated, helplessly.

"So yeah... that part I regret." He managed, face still flaming, "My part. Not you, you were.... well, you were kinda ignorant, but you were perfect. And I fucked it up."

He banged his head against the wall one last time, weakly. "...Sorry, what was your question?" He mumbled, hands dropping from his face, but his eyes still closed painfully.