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[Bradley walks into the Dressing Room, completely confused of his surroundings. He was supposed to be walking back to Jean's house, but he found himself in an unfamiliar lobby. He's holding a black and white round ball under his arm, as he was just finishing up a small football game with his friends. He did not expect to be in such a place.]

Wha--

What is this? Is this some sort of joke?

[ooc: we need more OC's. I got convinced to throw my OC out there. OC's are fun.]

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Well, certainly as my partner was him, I should have taken it as a sign to stop.

[She laughs, taking another drag and just about managing not to choke.]

God, though, it was like... he was insulting me when we met, because he didn't immediately realise that I was a woman. And when he found out, it was like someone had flicked a switch, you know? Suddenly he was being all nice to me. I kind of hate that. I must have been really desperate, ugh. I know he was.

Well, I can't imagine a man like that meeting women who talk to him at all very often. He's not the...most polite and well mannered person, from what I've seen.

Anyway, we all get into desperate modes. Don't beat yourself up. It's never good to get drunk and humiliate your father in front of his benefactor though. That was bad.

I think I preferred him when he was just being an asshole, too. The way he's been with me when he's seen me since then is just plain pathetic.

Yeah... the father thing, well, at least that's not something that would ever be an issue for me. I'll have to find someone else to embarrass like that, if I'm going to get drunk and humiliate someone. Maybe it'll have to be one of you two.

[Descole laughs;] Good luck trying to embarrass me. I don't think there's anything you could do.

[Bradley let's out a sarcastic snicker.]

Bet there is! How much do you want to bet?

I'm sure we could find something between us, right Bradley.

...though, even if we can't, this place will undoubtedly embarrass you at some point.

I turn pink easily. Jean doesn't, so if this place can do that, we've reached our goal.

I think we can do it though, Ms. Descole. There's not much stopping us.

[Descole snorts;] Yeah right. Good luck.

All we have to do is make him blush? God, I know a hundred ways to make men blush. Not sure how many I could actually manage nowadays, and how many of those would actually work on double, but I'm sure something would work.

[She chuckles, taking a drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke at Descole with a smirk.]

I don't know if THOSE methods count. That's too easy.

You know what we can do? Just compliment him a lot. He gets blushie when other people are proud of himself.

[Descole looks over at him;] I do not!

[Bradley shakes his head.]

He lies. After you watch him perform, even if you suggest how beautiful he was, he gets blushie.

Hmmm, well, I seem to end up spending half my time complimenting him. He should be permanently red then. Though I think that would suit him, too.

What do you think, double? Will you blush for me?

[Descole looks insulted;] No! I'm not going to blush foe you or anyone!

[Bradley laughs.]

Oh, Jean, we're just teasing.

[He turns to Descole's double.]

Mayne we have to catch him off guard?

Perhaps... hmm. I'll have to work on it.

[She laughs, wrapping an arm tight around her double.]

You're too cute though, double, getting all stroppy like that.

[Descole shakes his head, still looking insulted.] I'm not stroppy! I'm hardly cute, too.

[Bradley laughs again.]

You are so funny. I can agree with the cute thing. He is.

See, double? You're outvoted.

[She smirks at Bradley.]

And here you thought you'd be the one having trouble dealing with the two of us...

Some one has to be the third wheel and it isn't going to be me. You have been, yet again, outvoted, My Love.

[Descole scowls;] I'm not your "love".

[Bradley shakes his head.]

[Descole hums a little, kissing her double's cheek.]

Look at you, getting all pouty. Remember, double, you're me. Being faced with a grumpy version of myself is like being faced with a grumpy kitten. Except with more narcissism involved.

[Descole looks aghast;] Are you calling me cute?

[Bradley giggles a bit.]

Grumpy kittens...that's like the paradigm of cute.

Awww, and now you're like a startled kitten. Bradley, we should just call him Kitty from now on.

[Descole started turning red at his doubles words;] I will not stand to be called 'Kitty' by a ballerina.

[Bradley giggled.]

Kitty's having problems.

Ballerina? I have to admit, that I can remember I've never actually taken part in ballet. So by your own logic, it's just fine for me to call you that, Kitty.

[Descole looks irritated;] Oh my lord...Bradley you're a terrible influence, you ballerina.

I think he's a wonderful influence, Kitty. You're just grumpy because the nickname is so accurate.

[Descole snorts;] Ballerina over here has a more accurate nickname than I.

[Bradley raised an eyebrow.]

I'm not a ballerina, I'm a dancer, Kitty. And it's not my fault you're so fragile and cute.

[Descole rolls his eyes;] I'll show you fragile...

Well, here's a solution; I'll just use both of those nicknames from now on. Hmm?

Although I dread to think what sort of name you'll give me in return.

Oh it'll have to be a good one.

[Descole nods;] Yes, quite. Hmm, I wonder if I can make fun of your teenage boy awkward features. [He gave a half smile, trying to let her know he was joking.]

[Descole laughs.]

God, what kind of a nickname would you even make from that? Go on, I want to see what you can do.