Luck of the Draw

Okay, so she's a little superstitious. But just a little. Ryan/Jenny, post-He's Dead, She's Dead.

"Hey."

"Hey," Jenny pulled the iPod headphones out of her ears and grinned up at Kevin.

"Now this is a switch from last week. What are you doing hanging out down here?" Kevin asked, waving his arm around the laundry room.

"Thinking. Actually, pondering might be a little more accurate."

"And thinking on top of the dryer is better than thinking on the couch?" Kevin asked sceptically, arching an eyebrow.

"It helps me think," Jenny defended herself. "And I knew you would be on the couch and you are not conducive to me thinking clearly. Or at all."

Kevin grinned. "An excellent reason, but I think you're leaving something out."

Jenny caved. "…And when I came down here last time someone had stolen my dryer. The one is still broken, you know."

"So what are you pondering on, Jen?" Kevin hopped up on the broken dryer next to hers.

"My job," Jenny sighed.

"The English thing," Kevin clarified.

"Yeah," Jenny sighed again. She was conflicted. It was a great opportunity, but… There was always a but.

"I thought you had another week on that."

"I do, but I still don't know what I'm going to say. Maybe I should just flip a coin." Jenny nibbled on her bottom lip. It couldn't hurt, and none of her other decision-making methods were helping.

"Oh Jenny, you don't want to do that."

"Why not?" Jenny raised her eyebrow and stared challengingly at Kevin.

"Well, do you really want to leave something like this to chance?" Kevin shrugged.

"It worked out pretty well last time."

"I've never seen you flip a coin." Kevin gave Jenny an incredulous look.

"I flipped a quarter a year and a half ago. My friends and I couldn't decide where we wanted to go out. We ended up at Cagey McDougall's, and I met you. Pretty lucky, huh?" Jenny threaded her fingers through Kevin's and beamed.

"Extremely lucky," Kevin agreed, squeezing her hand. "Remind me to thank that quarter."

Jenny gave a quiet laugh and smirked at Kevin. "It seems kind of silly, now that I've said it out loud."

"I've heard sillier, trust me," Kevin nudged Jenny's shoulder, urging her to continue. "What are you worried about?"

"On the one hand, teaching English would be an adventure, and it could be a lot of fun. But I don't want to stop teaching Art," Jenny admitted. "I love it, and I'm afraid that if I do say yes, I'm going to be given more and more English classes until I never have any Arts."

"Jen, I'm pretty sure you told me that this was just while your friend was on bed rest-slash-maternity leave." Kevin grinned at Jenny.

"It is. She'll be back in September."

"Then why are you worrying so much?" Kevin squeezed her hand again before standing up. "She won't be pregnant forever."

Jenny giggled. "Funny, that's just what Bianca said to me today. Jenny, I'm only five months in and I feel like I've been pregnant forever! And then she burst into tears."

Kevin winced.

"I keep forgetting you've been through the whole hormonal thing with your sister before." Jenny's dryer beeped to signal the end of the cycle, and she hopped down to open the door.

"Twice, and let me tell you it was no pic – Hey! That's my academy shirt!" Kevin exclaimed, watching Jenny haphazardly dump the clothes into her basket.

"Posession is nine-tenths, Kevin," Jenny smirked.

"Say the thief," Kevin backed Jenny up against the dryer. "You steal a lot of things, you know. Hearts, clothes, covers…"

"And you steal cheesy lines," Jenny joked. Still, her fingers clutched Kevin's shirt and she sighed into him as he kissed her. Her toes were curling when they were interrupted.

"Oh my god, you two, get a room!"

"Hi Jane," they chorused. Jenny dropped her head against Kevin's chest to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Busted," Kevin whispered in her ear, and Jenny felt the curve of his smile against her cheek.

"This is the third time this month! I get that you two are totally attractive and deeply in love and all that wonderful stuff, but if I walk in on you two making out one more time I'm going to yak all over my psychology paper, and I don't think my prof will accept that as a reason for not handing it in." Jane rolled her eyes, ponytail swinging, and sighed. "Do you two mind moving? You're blocking my machine. Jesus, another minute and I would have had to drink an entire bottle of tequila to get rid of that image."

Jenny was pretty sure that her face was scarlet as she bent down to grab her laundry basket.

"Thought you were underage, Jane," Kevin raised an eyebrow.

"Nah, twenty-first was a week ago. You can put the card in the mail. Hey, my dad was wondering how much it would cost him to get you to pretend to be my gun-toting older brother in the unlikely scenario that I ever have a boy over." Jane rolled her eyes at Jenny.

"I would be happy to be your gun-toting older brother whenever you want. For free." Kevin's voice contained just a little too much unholy glee, and Jenny smacked Kevin's arm without looking at him.

"But he won't," Jenny corrected. She shared a sympathetic glance with Jane. Jenny remembered what her dad had been like when she went off to school.

"I won't?" Kevin repeated.

"You won't," Jenny and Jane chorused.

"We'll leave you to it, Jane," Kevin laughed and draped an arm over Jenny's shoulders and steered them out of the laundry room. "I'll put that card in the mail for you!"

"Seriously? The laundry room?" Jane called after them.

"Goodbye, Jane!" Kevin called back.

Jenny groaned and dropped her head against Kevin's chest as soon as the elevator doors closed. "Oh my God, that was so embarrassing."

"Hey, she's a big girl. I'm sure she's seen worse."

"Not helpful, Kev," Jenny swatted his arm. "Jane's right, this is the third time. No more kissing in the laundry room."

"Can't we flip a coin to decide?" Kevin teased.