Lux looked around the bar. She couldn't believe they were doing another "Drink a Date" after the last time, but, at least Bug wasn't there... Bug... She sighed. She was still hurting over him being gone, even though she knew in the back of her mind that Cate had been right, that she deserved not to be treated that way. And, that maybe he had left because he knew he couldn't stop, because that's just who he was, and probably always would be. Jones kept trying to ask her out. He had a girlfriend--- a crazy bitch girlfriend--- but, that didn't seem to stop him. Well, at any rate, Lux wasn't going to do it. She'd rather lick dirt. Not just because he wasn't Bug, or because he was rich or whatever, but, because she thought he was just trying awful hard to get into her pants, and obviously wouldn't treat her that great, considering how he was treating his girlfriend by going behind her back to try and get laid.
She walked to the hot-chocolate fountain for her second cup. It was at least awesome... They'd used real Mexican Hot Chocolate, which, she'd never had before, and it was good. You didn't even need marshmallows. As she reached for a cup, she was bumped into by a stumbly man in glasses.
"Sor... sorry..." he slurred.
"Yeah, that's okay." Lux shrugged, reaching again for a cup, this time successfully fixing it.
"You... you wan' some cream with that, honey?" he asked, leering at her.
Lux frowned. Why on earth wouldn't that sound right to her?
"No, I'm good..." she said uncomfortably.
"No, you'd like some cream..." he encouraged. "You look like a girl who'd like a little cream in her mouth." he said suggestively, and the implication hit Lux like a bucket of ice water.
Her mouth opened and closed; she wasn't quite sure what to say to that, but she suddenly felt dirty and sick. She put the cup down and made her way quickly through the crowd until she saw Baze, standing talking with Math and Jamie.
"I'm going upstairs to crash, okay?" she said, her arms folded across her chest.
Baze was looking at her, though, concern painted on his features. "You okay?" he asked, reaching out and putting a hand on her forehead.
"I'm... hot chocolate fountain..." she said, gesturing weakly.
"I can't tell him about that... I just... it's too sick..." Lux thought to herself.
But, Baze got a look of understanding. "Oh, chocolate OD?" he asked.
Lux nodded, trying not to look him in the eye.
"All right, well, I got some of that old fashioned ginger ale in the fridge up there, the kind that tastes like it's got pepper in it? It's good for settling your stomach, and there's a bucket under the sink; just sit it next to the couch."
Lux nodded, and, without thinking and unable to help it, she whispered, "Thanks, Daddy." and hurried upstairs.
Baze raised his eyebrows, watching her go, dumbstruck.
"Something's wrong." he decided.
"What?"
"She's never called me that before--- and, not that I mind, kinda nice, but... She doesn't act like herself. Something's wrong..."
"Well, she'll probably tell ya when she's ready." Jamie shrugged. "You know her; she's way more likely to tell you than Cate."
Baze nodded, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully.
"Speaking of the illustrious Miss Cassidy..." Jamie continued, breaking into his thoughts, "you really gonna let her marry Ryan?"
"There is no letting her marry him!" Baze snapped. "She loves him, she wants to. That's that." he said, folding his arms across his chest huffily. "It's not like because I planted my flag there first he can't have her, man."
"If that were true, half of the women in Portland couldn't get married." Math smirked, and Baze swatted at him, grinning when he ducked.
"But it ain't just that you slept with her, or even that you had a kid with her." Jamie persisted. "It's that you want her."
"Yeah, well, she doesn't want me, dude. And... what do I want with Minnie Mouse anyway?" Baze lied.
"I don't know, maybe it's that cute little cupcake ass." Jamie smirked at him. "You know you wanna spread the icing..." he goaded, swirling his hips a little bit.
Baze scowled at him. "Dude! Come on..."
"What? Thought you didn't want her, couldn't care less?" Jamie smirked.
"That doesn't mean you can just... No." Baze said, as though he were scolding a two year old.
Jamie looked at Math, and the two exchanged a laugh. "No, you don't want her at all, dude..."
