A/N: I told you this would be faster. The next one should also be within the week. I have an outline (and I don't normally).

Vega's house is one of my favorite places, oddly enough. I like looking through all her things. Most of the time I don't actually rifle through them: more look over them. I especially loved the look on her face when I came down out of her room and told her "you have a lot of… things in there." I'm not sure anyone's more entertained by her expressions than I am.

She spins around and faces everyone who's here: me, Andre, Cat, Robbie, Sinjin, and Sikowitz. It figure's they'd somehow get here exactly as we did. "Alright, if you can put the food on the kitchen counter, I'll go get some board games and cards and dvds."

We settle on playing apples to apples until Beck, Tori's play boss, and the other crew members get here. Sinjin suggests, "Why don't we play backwards while we still have few enough people? One time I was playing with Burf and some other friends and juicy won for beerbellies. Who doesn't love juicy beerbellies?"

We all agree on one thing. Andre: "Naw man." Tori: "Not really." Rex: "Dude no!" Me: "Gross!" Cat: "What happens when you poke them?" Robbie: "Nothing good, Cat. Nothing good." Sikowitz: "That reminds me of my year in Australia."

I reply "No one wants to hear about your year in Australia!"

"But the most common cause of not coming into work there is possum attacks! Everybody loves possum attacks!" Sinjin, of course, nods enthusiastically to this.

Tori ignores this, "I guess we could play that way."

There's a chorus of "yeah"s and "sure"s in the room.

We deal the cards and I get stuck as the first judge since I'm to the left of Andre.

"First card is… Darth Vader."

Once they all put their cards in, I turn the over. Trustworthy. Timeless. Puffy-Cat lets out a two syllable giggle. Dignified. Elitist. Arrogant. "Why are there seven cards?"

"I'm playin' too West" Rex tells me. Ugh.

"Fine. Who the hell put trustworthy, he cuts his son's hand off and then turns on the Emperor too!"

Apparently it was Rex, "My bad, I thought you liked evil dudes."

"Dignified." It's a close one between that and timeless, but he has good posture and a great cape, reveres the force, and dies with honor.

Tori claps her hands and says "Yay! My turn to judge." I smile internally and stare at my lap for a second, knowing that she thinks that despite all his evil Vader's still dignified. She collects the Darth Vader card and everyone takes another adjective, then turns over the noun. "My ex."

I look at my hand and choose Awful. She turns over all the cards once they put them down. Cat was deciding for a while. Corrupt. American. Sexy. She raises her eyebrow and looks around the room. Talented. Fragrant. Awful. Cheesy. She considers them all, then holds up Awful and My Ex. I snatch them from her hand and see her smile before I look back down to put Awful in the discard pile. "But seriously, who put sexy?"

"I told you, Rider's hot. And I'm still secure," Rex says. "What I want to know is who put American."

Sikowitz explains, "I thought all her exes were from America. Of course I put American. Sinjin, did you bring any coconuts?"

"Did I ever!" He pulls out a small sack of coconuts, and Sikowitz takes out a hand operated drill and straw.

I practically scream, "I knew it! I knew you were his coconut source!" And I immediately regret it because no one knows why I thought so, so they just think I'm crazy. The doorbell rings. Tori jumps up to get it and has to pull her shirt down to cover her back. Since we were sitting right next to each other, it seems a little obvious for me to look up, but then I remember I've spoken to her butt before. Oh well. I put my feet up where she was sitting and turn my head nonchalantly. It's the rest of the cast and crew. Who would have guessed?

Tori explains that we're playing apples to apples but will probably have to switch to the regular version now that there are so many people. She gets back to the couch and sees my legs.

"Why are your legs in my seat?" I deserve that.

"I don't know, why don't you ask my legs?" She deserved that.

"I'm not sure I should…but I think my butt and your legs should have an extended conversation about who sits where." And she sits down on my legs. I survey the room. Everyone's waiting for me to explode. Except Cat, Cat is smiling and sucking on a marshmallow. Without taking her eyes off of us, she gives one to Robbie, missing his hand and ending up near his mouth…so he just eats it out of her hand. My eyes follow Robbie's hand to Rex, who keeps looking back and forth between us and Robbie with his mouth open; he doesn't know where to stare.

I pull my legs out and say, "I think they sorted it out."

"Good."

Beck and the others sit down, "Thanks for the help back there Andre." He says it so sarcastically you'd think he's not used to being attacked by girls. It's probably worse since we broke up though. Sucker.

"Yeah man, tell me what happened."

"Well I tried for a while to not kiss her, but she finally got past my hands, said, 'you're not Andre!' and stomped off."

"Exactly! Think about what woulda happened if I was there!"

"I guess. I'm hungry. What's for dinner?"

Cat exclaims delightedly, "marshmallows!" and rolls back a little to stick out her legs and her arms in excitement.

Maybe they're as bad as juice, "Hey Robbie, make sure she doesn't have too many."

"But look at her; she loves them!"

"Hey Cat, would you like to eat something else tasty?" I hear a mumbled yes through a marshmallow and drag her into the kitchen.

I speak up, "Hamburgers and gardenburgers if you're still wondering Beck. My mom grilled them a while ago and left them on trays in the oven to stay warm."

"Thank you Mrs. Vega!" he says as he goes into the kitchen to get one. The rest of us follow and I see Jade making one for Cat. She's so adorable taking care of people. Then she sort of shoves it at her to downplay the whole affection of the affair. I can't help but thinking she'll be great with kids. And even better with teenagers.

I get a veggie burger because I don't want anything as heavy as meat right now and go back to sit in Jade's seat. She walks in after me with Cat—I guess she had enough time to make two hamburgers—and stares at me. "Did we not just have a conversation about this?"

"We did. Didn't your legs get the memo?"

"Oh, they did alright," she curls her lips into a maleficent smile and sits where I'm supposed to sit then puts her legs on top of my lap. A few more people are in the room now.

"Fine," I say as I put my plate on top of her calves. They're nice calves too. Why does she always wear tights or pants?

We play a few more rounds of apples to apples before breaking off into smaller groups to watch tv, play spoons, and just talk. The winners were Awkward: 4chan: Sinjin; Handsome: Hilary Clinton: Beck; Immature: Televangelists: Sikowitz. Hillary Clinton wins a lot for being a person card. Rex makes a joke about the adjectives describing their sex lives. That joke is about as common as the Hillary Clinton card winning is. Also, it means Jade's sex life is being my ex, and mine is Darth Vader. But no one mentions either of those, probably because they're not adjectives. But they make me happy. After putting away the cards, I go to the kitchen table to play spoons. I get out first because Andre pushes all the spoons off the table once he grabs his. Jade gets out next when Cat accidentally grabs two spoons, says "oops!" really loudly, covers her mouth with her other hand, and drops one right in front of Robbie. She also laughs nervously when she sees Jade. Jade looks back at her suspiciously, then leans back.

I get bored of watching the game pretty quickly and take out my phone to text Jade, "Pick me up 7pm my house tomorrow. Don't eat before."

My phone buzzes pretty quickly, "You really need to get a license Vega. Someday you'll need a ride and a murderer will be the only 1 to offer it." I'm more than a little upset that she didn't confirm or deny anything and she's just teasing me, but as I'm about to look up at her my phone buzzes again, "Wouldn't want that to happen b4 I have a chance, especially when I'm rethinking if I'll ever want you dead at all. See you at 7 Tori." I love how she used Tori in the nicer one. It makes me feel like we have a special code or something. I press my shoulders in towards my chest and pull them up a little. It's almost a shiver, but I don't shake at all. I look up at her and she has somewhat of a crooked smile, but not a maleficent one like earlier. It's a shy one. She looks back over at the game and laughs as Andre and Robbie fight over the spoon. I'm noticing it for the first time.

"Guys, please don't bend the spoon." Robbie turns around slightly confused and accidentally lets go of the spoon. Jade laughs as he makes a disappointed face. The kind of laugh that's both sadistic and indicative of someone really enjoying themselves. I check Cat's reaction to all of this and her happiness for Jade by far outweighs her sadness at Robbie's loss. I'm so glad they're there to take care of each other. I never want to imagine one of them without the other.

My phone buzzes again. "What do you think Sinjin does to the coconuts before he gives them to Sikowitz?" I text back, "Let's go find out."

Tori's really buying into this coconut story. She's "commandeered" one of them to test it. Her plan is to drink its milk under my supervision. I love having someone for spontaneous shenanigans.

"Let's go climb a tree."

"Is that the milk talking already?" I never thought it'd be that fast, but climbing a tree sounds fun.

"No, I just want to be able to tell people I drank coconut milk in a tree with Jade West when they ask me how my weekend was." I look back inside, and everyone's gathered around the TV watching what looks like Xena. I hear a war cry from the TV and my suspicions are confirmed. Cat turns around, looks a little confused, then smiles and waves as Tori grabs my hand and goes off into her backyard. The flowers out here are pretty. She stops me by the shoulder and hands me the coconut, then starts up the tree. And I have a really great view. Not only am I supposed to stand here, but she's swinging around slightly every time she steps up a branch. No wonder she could climb the rope ladder at the Gorilla Club. She motions for me to give her the coconut back and I climb up. I skip one of the limbs she used, instead holding onto one the same level, walking up the tree trunk, placing my legs over it, then with a combination of pushing and pulling I sit up on the branch.

Crap. I think I was just trying to impress her by climbing a tree. She hands me the milk again and goes up another three feet so she's obscured by the foliage. I follow her and we spy on people through the glass window. "I can't believe you own Xena. That's like… the gayest show of the 90's."

"Yes. Yes it is. It gets even gayer towards the end if you haven't seen it." She sips the milk. "This actually isn't bad." The straw starts to make annoying noises.

I shout, "No!" and grab the coconut out from under the straw. I then pull the straw from her mouth and give her back the coconut. "Pour it into your mouth."

"But it's so fuzzy!"

"You wore a mustache for at least 10 hours this week. Don't complain about fuzzy when you're willing to do that." She starts giggling and swinging her legs, and I'm almost afraid she's going to fall, especially when she tilts back her head to drink the rest.

I grab her by the arm to steady her and she smiles at me and tells me, "I think it's a placebo effect…but I have a strange urge to force some teenage actors on a date."

I laugh pretty hard at this, maybe just because I know she enjoys me laughing. "Let's go see Robbie and Cat then."

"Oh. My. God. THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE."

"Placebo effect my ass," I mumble. I slowly descend the tree and help her down after me.