The X-Project

Lil and Adrienne watch the Red Sox game and discuss teasing Garrison before Adrienne brings up, once again, the subject of the Mountie being injured, much to Lil's frustration.


"Okay, see that lovely specimen of a man?" Adrienne pointed to the image on the screen at Harry's. "That is Jason Bay. He and I are going to be married one day, but you are highly encouraged to drool. He is Canadian, after all, so I will allow it." She sat back in the booth so Lil could get a better view.

The blonde woman briefly regarded the television over the top of her bottle as she sipped her beer then looked back at Adrienne with a small smirk on her lips. "You marry him, do we get to throw baseballs at the happy couple insteada rice?" the giantess asked.

Adrienne made a face. "What makes you think you'll be invited to my Jason Bay wedding?"

Lil shrugged and put her drink back on the table. "I could always crash. Or make Gar bring me."

The psychometrist's eyes nearly bugged out of her head and she turned a shade of scarlet. "What makes you think I'd invite Garrison to a wedding?!"

"Because you marry a member of the Sox, you're gonna want to rub his Jays loving face in it," Lil replied with a laugh, amused at the other woman's reaction.

"Oh. Right. Yes. Absolutely." Adrienne buried her face in her beer until her heart rate had returned to normal. "At least the Jays are thoroughly sucking at the moment," she said with a smirk, "and my Sox are the top of the division. Did you know he knows the players on the Jays? Management, too. Garrison, I mean."

The Canadian's eyebrow lifted slightly as she watched her companion flounder a bit then start to ramble. "Uh, yeah, I kinda did. Didn't pay much attention to his connections though, especially with baseball. Not my game," Lil admitted, taking another sip. "But they're sucking? I'll have to flaunt the Yankees jersey more when he's in here."

"You have a Yankees jersey? Eew." Adrienne shifted a little in the booth, as if worried she would catch some contagious disease from Lil that would make her a Yankees fan. "Yes, I am thoroughly enjoying watching the downfall of his beloved Jays," she announced. "Especially since he swore to me they would be in the playoffs this year, and now they don't stand a chance in hell unless he goes and plays for them."

"Half a Yankees jersey," Lil corrected. "Vikks bought it for me and then we modified it to maximize tips on game days." She leaned back in her seat and gave a stretch. "This is why I like you; you like torturing him as much as his sister and I do."

"It's my main source of entertainment these days," she grinned. "You understand why I was a little upset when I thought he was seriously injured by those flamethrowing children? I would have to find someone new to torture."

The sip the blonde took almost came spurting back out her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at the psychometrist. "'Little upset' my ass! I thought you were gonna come break down the fucking door! Gar's ass is fine but it's not great enough to get bent outta shape over when he gets it deep fried by a kid."

Making a face at the nearly-spilled beer, Adrienne edged away even further from Lil. "Eew. You get beer on me I'll scream. I was never going to break down your door," she scoffed, amused by the very idea of it. "I wasn't that upset. But I don't see how you can be so flippant about him being deep-fried!" she added, sipping her own beer. "That fine ass is attached to a fine Boy Scout and deep-frying any part of him is bad." She shook her head ruefully, not even wanting to think anymore about Garrison getting hurt.

She wiped a bit of liquid off her chin. "I'm not being flippant. He didn't get hurt by the torch kid; just had smoke billowing off his face like some bad cartoon villan after getting blown up," Lil explained. "Knocking himself out came a few minutes later, after which I dragged his fat ass out of the place. Nothing worse for him or me than any of the other various missions and Weird Shit that happens in connection with the mansion. All parts in place minus an eyelash or two."

"Have you ever seen him in swim trunks?" Adrienne asked, waggling her eyebrows. "There's nothing fat about that ass." She drained the rest of her beer as something sunk in. "Wait- he knocked himself out? Why would he do that? Here I am being all sympathetic and upset and worried and he knocked himself out?"

"I've seen him practically naked. Have you ever carried him out of the fires of Hell?" Lil returned, smirking again. The smile faded some when Adrienne's questions about that night continued. "He didn't do it on purpose. He was shutting down the kids and buying Dayspring time. He just pushed himself too far and the resulting sonic boom put everyone on their asses."

"If I thought I could actually carry him, I might try," the psychometrist answered with a shrug. "I'd have to work out a lot more though."


"And he'd have to lose a good fifty plus pounds," Lil laughed in reply and signalled for a refill on their glasses from Briar. "He's heavier than he looks."