Tommy & Wynonna | End of Year Party
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ax_mainWynonna and Tommy slip away from the party and briefly discuss his love life. Making out is a good distraction from uncomfortable conversations.
The sky had gotten dark, over the course of the evening Tommy had flipped between chill, annoyed, distracted, buzzed and now focused on the girl next to him. The party was as loud as ever, maybe more than before, and he was about ready to call it and take off somewhere quieter.
"Did you want another drink?" he offered, just to be polite.
"You should know by now the answer is always yes," Wynonna told him with a hazy smirk. "But maybe somewhere a little less Katy Perry filled?"
He glanced around -- and caught sight of Pam and Alex heading out to the dance floor, Goody and Billy Rocks beside them. Yeah, now was as good a time as any to bail. "Good call," Tommy replied firmly. "I have no idea where Inu-Yasha is; he might be back in my room already, but if you don't wanna chance it-"
Wynonna pulled a face. "Yeah no. I think Jubes is out? She said something about fireworks, I don't know." Wynonna gestured vaguely around and glanced around the room for a glimpse of her roommate. Oh well.
Tommy nodded, not bothering to follow her gaze. "Yours works. If Sparky's putting on some kind of show tonight then she'll probably be busy for a while. And at this point I don't think Kurt and Bobby will even notice that I'm gone." A glance over at the drinks table showed it was unguarded, at least for the moment. "Are you good for refreshments up there, or should I liberate us something?"
"Pick me something good, lover boy," Wynonna told her, turning to leave without looking at him. With his speed, he'd be there before her anyways.
The pickings were slim-ish, considering it was a school party, even the rich kids were broke these days, and everyone had been hitting the table hard, but Tommy managed to find a half-bottle of Fireball that was being ignored in the bottom of the stash. He caught up with Wynonna in time to grab the door for her, bottle tucked under his arm.
"You're getting slow," Wynonna joked, entering the open door with a grin and flopping on the nearest bed.
"It's a party night," Tommy replied, pretending to be offended for half a second before he kicked the door closed and joined her, bouncing once and putting the bottle down on the bedside table before sprawling easily by her side. "I'm taking it easy."
"Sure sure," Wynonna replied with mock sincerity. She turned to look at him and said, "You had a lot of eyes on you tonight slick." Then, as an afterthought, "Pass the Fireball?"
He propped himself up on an elbow to grab the bottle, unscrewing the cap and wiping the neck off on his t-shirt before handing it over. Had she seen the thing with Pam? They hadn't exactly been subtle about the fight. Or maybe it was his dance with Jeanne-Marie. "Is that a problem? I figured you wouldn't want me breathing down your neck the entire night."
Wynonna took a sip and pulled a face. I mean, she hadn't ever met a whiskey she didn't like, but damn. Cinnamon was strong. Fire balls, ha. "C'mon Tommy boy, you know me, no problems."
He'd been caught by too many girl-problems in the past year to entirely trust that, but fucked if he was going to play twenty-questions to try and tease the truth out of her. "Cool," he said instead, grinning at the expression on her face and stealing the bottle back. "Because I'm exactly where I wanna be right now. Jeanne-Marie's a flirt, but it's just for shits and giggles. She's Kurt's girlfriend, and even before they hooked up there was never anything there."
“And here I thought I was special when JM flirted with me,” Wynonna joked with a grin. So he had girl issues. Noted.
Wasn’t like Wynonna was a stellar example of stable relationships, romantic or otherwise. She took another swig from the bottle, wincing much less this time, and offered it to Tommy with a raised brow.
"You're definitely special." He wasn't going to fall into that trap, taking the bottle back instead. "Second one goes down smoother?" he teased, before putting it to his lips.
"Definitely smoother. Can't hardly taste the cinnamon," Wynonna responded with an easy grin. "Can't say its the best whiskey I've ever had, but at least its whiskey."
"There wasn't a whole lot of choice this time around," Tommy half-apologized. "Warren's broke these days - rich-kid broke, anyway, which means he still has more money than God, it's just all in the stock market or some shit like that."
"Oh god, not the stock market," Wynonna mocked with, grinning to show her joke. "Hey, beggars can't be choosers, I get it."
Tommy took a swig, the rush burning down through him, the cinnamon taste lasting longer than his powers would let the buzz stick around. "Not tonight, anyway. But give me a list and I'll see what I can get my hands on later." He grinned. "Drink-wise, I mean."
"Feeling a need to clarify--what else were you offering?" Wynonna wiggled her eyebrows up and down with about as much tact as she ever had.
His eyebrows went up in return, and he took the chance to sling an arm across her hip and tug her in closer, her body warm against his. "I'm game for lots of things. Wanna make out and see where it goes?"
"I mean, yes, pretty much always," Wynonna joked with an easy grin, turning more towards him. "Your fan club at the party won't mind missing you for a little while?"
Now he was sure something was up. "My fan club? Honest to God, Wyn, I have no idea what you're talking about. No-one there's going to miss me, and I wouldn't care if they did."
Wynonna held up her hands in an 'I surrender' position. "Cool your jets Tommy boy, can't blame a girl for being curious. Ok, maybe I'm screwing up this whole talking thing. Maybe we should move on to the not talking portion of the night."
Tommy shook his head, totally baffled. "Talking's fine, I just don't know what you're looking for." He propped himself up on his other elbow, his hand moving restlessly over her hip. "If I'm not in trouble for dancing with other people, do you mean that thing with Fatale? She was just pissed at me for not going out of my way to tell her we were hooking up."
Which, to be fair, she probably had to right to be mad about. Except that they'd never once said anything about telling each other that stuff, so it wasn't like he'd broken any promises. Why was it alright for Pam to do whatever - whoever - she wanted, but not for Tommy to do the same? Girls.
"Why would she care we're hooking up?" Wynonna asked with an eyebrow raised. She honestly didn't care who Tommy told, but it seemed weird for this girl to be so interested, unless she had a history with Tommy, or she wanted in on some threesome action.
Hoo boy. "We had a thing," he admitted, keeping his voice light. "Not a relationship thing -- friends with benefits only. She's got a deeply significant other. Who was fine with it, for the record; I'm not a total dipshit. But we were hooking up for a while. The last time was in March," he added, just to make the lack of overlap clear.
On the plus side, if Wynonna was going to shoot him for any of this, he could outrun her.
Wynonna nodded easily. Made sense. "She's hot," Wynonna agreed easily, wagging her eyebrows up and down. As an afterthought, she added with a furrowed brow, "But why would a friend with benefits care about a new person? She can have a side piece but you can't?"
Tommy groaned. "Thank you! That's what I thought, except apparently not. Because that's what she was ripping into me for." The memory of the pain on Pam's face poked at him - he'd said that he hadn't thought she'd care, but that wasn't entirely true, was it? It had just been easier to pull a Tamara Fade than start a conversation that would have devolved into a discussion about Feelings.
"I probably should have said something," he conceded. "But it's not like any of this - with her, with you - is facebook-official or whatever. And she's got Alex, so why would it be a big deal?"
"I don't even have a Facebook," Wynonna told him with a chuckle. "Look, unless you guys had an agreement or whatever to only exclusively hook up with each other, I don't get the issue?"
They were digging closer to stuff that was much less fun than making out. Still. He kind of owed it to Pam to make sure people didn't think she was some kind of psycho bunny-boiler. He'd meant it when he'd said the friendship stuff shouldn't have changed.
"She apparently thought we were getting into some long-term three-way thing, like JP, Warren and Simon." Tommy made a face. "No offense to them, but I'm not cut out for that. I'm too into being the center of attention," he joked, playing it off like no big thing.
Wynonna smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. Yeah, this was delving a little too close to feelings territory than she was comfortable with. Deciding to veer into joking about it as well, she responded, "Hot."
"What, Mr. GQ, Dr. Frankenstein and the ski bunny? Suuuure," Tommy drawled, rolling his eyes dramatically and teasing her now. "If all you like are abs and thighs, I guess. I'm more of a boob guy, myself."
"Oh totally, me too," Wynonna joked, pushing her shoulder into his with a wink. "I meeeeeant you, Alex, and Fatale, but yeah, Wing's trio is pretty hot too."
"It wasn't the same thing." That was something that needed pointing out. "So don't start visualizing me and Alex getting down and dirty. Unless you're into that." Tommy sprawled on his back, tugging her hip to pull her over on top of him. "I'm not gonna kill your fantasies."
Wynonna let herself be pulled over, straddling him with ease. "Tease. Well, Fatale's loss is my gain."
And if it turned out that Pam didn't want anything to do with the friendship now that sex was out of the equation, that was her lookout. Tommy would be fine. He ran his hands up Wynonna's thighs, grateful for the distraction. The weird sense of loss was still there, a gap like a missing tooth, but he knew how to fix that. "She'll get over it. I'd much rather talk about you," he added, his body gladly responding to the feel of her against him.
"I'm not much of a talker," Wynonna smirked, figuring they could find something else to do with their mouths instead.
Deflection -- he was a master at it himself, and didn't press the point. "I'm good with that, too." Tommy slipped his hand into her hair and tugged her down to meet him.
The sky had gotten dark, over the course of the evening Tommy had flipped between chill, annoyed, distracted, buzzed and now focused on the girl next to him. The party was as loud as ever, maybe more than before, and he was about ready to call it and take off somewhere quieter.
"Did you want another drink?" he offered, just to be polite.
"You should know by now the answer is always yes," Wynonna told him with a hazy smirk. "But maybe somewhere a little less Katy Perry filled?"
He glanced around -- and caught sight of Pam and Alex heading out to the dance floor, Goody and Billy Rocks beside them. Yeah, now was as good a time as any to bail. "Good call," Tommy replied firmly. "I have no idea where Inu-Yasha is; he might be back in my room already, but if you don't wanna chance it-"
Wynonna pulled a face. "Yeah no. I think Jubes is out? She said something about fireworks, I don't know." Wynonna gestured vaguely around and glanced around the room for a glimpse of her roommate. Oh well.
Tommy nodded, not bothering to follow her gaze. "Yours works. If Sparky's putting on some kind of show tonight then she'll probably be busy for a while. And at this point I don't think Kurt and Bobby will even notice that I'm gone." A glance over at the drinks table showed it was unguarded, at least for the moment. "Are you good for refreshments up there, or should I liberate us something?"
"Pick me something good, lover boy," Wynonna told her, turning to leave without looking at him. With his speed, he'd be there before her anyways.
The pickings were slim-ish, considering it was a school party, even the rich kids were broke these days, and everyone had been hitting the table hard, but Tommy managed to find a half-bottle of Fireball that was being ignored in the bottom of the stash. He caught up with Wynonna in time to grab the door for her, bottle tucked under his arm.
"You're getting slow," Wynonna joked, entering the open door with a grin and flopping on the nearest bed.
"It's a party night," Tommy replied, pretending to be offended for half a second before he kicked the door closed and joined her, bouncing once and putting the bottle down on the bedside table before sprawling easily by her side. "I'm taking it easy."
"Sure sure," Wynonna replied with mock sincerity. She turned to look at him and said, "You had a lot of eyes on you tonight slick." Then, as an afterthought, "Pass the Fireball?"
He propped himself up on an elbow to grab the bottle, unscrewing the cap and wiping the neck off on his t-shirt before handing it over. Had she seen the thing with Pam? They hadn't exactly been subtle about the fight. Or maybe it was his dance with Jeanne-Marie. "Is that a problem? I figured you wouldn't want me breathing down your neck the entire night."
Wynonna took a sip and pulled a face. I mean, she hadn't ever met a whiskey she didn't like, but damn. Cinnamon was strong. Fire balls, ha. "C'mon Tommy boy, you know me, no problems."
He'd been caught by too many girl-problems in the past year to entirely trust that, but fucked if he was going to play twenty-questions to try and tease the truth out of her. "Cool," he said instead, grinning at the expression on her face and stealing the bottle back. "Because I'm exactly where I wanna be right now. Jeanne-Marie's a flirt, but it's just for shits and giggles. She's Kurt's girlfriend, and even before they hooked up there was never anything there."
“And here I thought I was special when JM flirted with me,” Wynonna joked with a grin. So he had girl issues. Noted.
Wasn’t like Wynonna was a stellar example of stable relationships, romantic or otherwise. She took another swig from the bottle, wincing much less this time, and offered it to Tommy with a raised brow.
"You're definitely special." He wasn't going to fall into that trap, taking the bottle back instead. "Second one goes down smoother?" he teased, before putting it to his lips.
"Definitely smoother. Can't hardly taste the cinnamon," Wynonna responded with an easy grin. "Can't say its the best whiskey I've ever had, but at least its whiskey."
"There wasn't a whole lot of choice this time around," Tommy half-apologized. "Warren's broke these days - rich-kid broke, anyway, which means he still has more money than God, it's just all in the stock market or some shit like that."
"Oh god, not the stock market," Wynonna mocked with, grinning to show her joke. "Hey, beggars can't be choosers, I get it."
Tommy took a swig, the rush burning down through him, the cinnamon taste lasting longer than his powers would let the buzz stick around. "Not tonight, anyway. But give me a list and I'll see what I can get my hands on later." He grinned. "Drink-wise, I mean."
"Feeling a need to clarify--what else were you offering?" Wynonna wiggled her eyebrows up and down with about as much tact as she ever had.
His eyebrows went up in return, and he took the chance to sling an arm across her hip and tug her in closer, her body warm against his. "I'm game for lots of things. Wanna make out and see where it goes?"
"I mean, yes, pretty much always," Wynonna joked with an easy grin, turning more towards him. "Your fan club at the party won't mind missing you for a little while?"
Now he was sure something was up. "My fan club? Honest to God, Wyn, I have no idea what you're talking about. No-one there's going to miss me, and I wouldn't care if they did."
Wynonna held up her hands in an 'I surrender' position. "Cool your jets Tommy boy, can't blame a girl for being curious. Ok, maybe I'm screwing up this whole talking thing. Maybe we should move on to the not talking portion of the night."
Tommy shook his head, totally baffled. "Talking's fine, I just don't know what you're looking for." He propped himself up on his other elbow, his hand moving restlessly over her hip. "If I'm not in trouble for dancing with other people, do you mean that thing with Fatale? She was just pissed at me for not going out of my way to tell her we were hooking up."
Which, to be fair, she probably had to right to be mad about. Except that they'd never once said anything about telling each other that stuff, so it wasn't like he'd broken any promises. Why was it alright for Pam to do whatever - whoever - she wanted, but not for Tommy to do the same? Girls.
"Why would she care we're hooking up?" Wynonna asked with an eyebrow raised. She honestly didn't care who Tommy told, but it seemed weird for this girl to be so interested, unless she had a history with Tommy, or she wanted in on some threesome action.
Hoo boy. "We had a thing," he admitted, keeping his voice light. "Not a relationship thing -- friends with benefits only. She's got a deeply significant other. Who was fine with it, for the record; I'm not a total dipshit. But we were hooking up for a while. The last time was in March," he added, just to make the lack of overlap clear.
On the plus side, if Wynonna was going to shoot him for any of this, he could outrun her.
Wynonna nodded easily. Made sense. "She's hot," Wynonna agreed easily, wagging her eyebrows up and down. As an afterthought, she added with a furrowed brow, "But why would a friend with benefits care about a new person? She can have a side piece but you can't?"
Tommy groaned. "Thank you! That's what I thought, except apparently not. Because that's what she was ripping into me for." The memory of the pain on Pam's face poked at him - he'd said that he hadn't thought she'd care, but that wasn't entirely true, was it? It had just been easier to pull a Tamara Fade than start a conversation that would have devolved into a discussion about Feelings.
"I probably should have said something," he conceded. "But it's not like any of this - with her, with you - is facebook-official or whatever. And she's got Alex, so why would it be a big deal?"
"I don't even have a Facebook," Wynonna told him with a chuckle. "Look, unless you guys had an agreement or whatever to only exclusively hook up with each other, I don't get the issue?"
They were digging closer to stuff that was much less fun than making out. Still. He kind of owed it to Pam to make sure people didn't think she was some kind of psycho bunny-boiler. He'd meant it when he'd said the friendship stuff shouldn't have changed.
"She apparently thought we were getting into some long-term three-way thing, like JP, Warren and Simon." Tommy made a face. "No offense to them, but I'm not cut out for that. I'm too into being the center of attention," he joked, playing it off like no big thing.
Wynonna smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. Yeah, this was delving a little too close to feelings territory than she was comfortable with. Deciding to veer into joking about it as well, she responded, "Hot."
"What, Mr. GQ, Dr. Frankenstein and the ski bunny? Suuuure," Tommy drawled, rolling his eyes dramatically and teasing her now. "If all you like are abs and thighs, I guess. I'm more of a boob guy, myself."
"Oh totally, me too," Wynonna joked, pushing her shoulder into his with a wink. "I meeeeeant you, Alex, and Fatale, but yeah, Wing's trio is pretty hot too."
"It wasn't the same thing." That was something that needed pointing out. "So don't start visualizing me and Alex getting down and dirty. Unless you're into that." Tommy sprawled on his back, tugging her hip to pull her over on top of him. "I'm not gonna kill your fantasies."
Wynonna let herself be pulled over, straddling him with ease. "Tease. Well, Fatale's loss is my gain."
And if it turned out that Pam didn't want anything to do with the friendship now that sex was out of the equation, that was her lookout. Tommy would be fine. He ran his hands up Wynonna's thighs, grateful for the distraction. The weird sense of loss was still there, a gap like a missing tooth, but he knew how to fix that. "She'll get over it. I'd much rather talk about you," he added, his body gladly responding to the feel of her against him.
"I'm not much of a talker," Wynonna smirked, figuring they could find something else to do with their mouths instead.
Deflection -- he was a master at it himself, and didn't press the point. "I'm good with that, too." Tommy slipped his hand into her hair and tugged her down to meet him.
