Gotta leave my mark, I want you to remember me.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"As much as I should be weirded out by the idea of discussing how hot your mom is, I must say that she does look very good for her age. She's not as much of a breeder as Brody's mom, either. But yeah, no visible wrinkles or anything like that. I hope you age in the same very, all graceful and beautiful, I'm sure that it'll be a family trait, Beth will probably get it as well," Seraphim agreed, nodding her head. "And your mom even looks decent for saggage. A lot of older women are already finding their breasts down around their laps by the time they're in their forties, but your mom seems perfectly fine. She doesn't have one of those overlapping asses either, the sort that hang down over the back of the thighs? You know the ones. And can we please pretend I don't look at your mom enough to know all of these facts, please?"

She laughed at the comment about Michael, rolling her eyes. "Blame her? No, not a bit. It's like Rath having kids, you just don't want to see it. I would daresay that any production that you and I created, however and whenever, would be much more classy than anything either of our old brothers could pop out. Though I guess I'll let you wait until we graduate before I expect you to be barefoot and pregnant in our kitchen. Till then, at least."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh merely raised an eyebrow at Sera's lengthy compliment of her mother and tried not to make a face or giggle. She managed only one before she ended up giggling so hard she had to look away from Sera to cull them a little so as not to distract any of the customers from the show.

"If it helps your plots to keep me around, all the women in my family age like they drink from the fountain-of-youth once in a while," Leigh said and smothered another burst of amusement and smiled innocently. "Even Nana's still manages to be only as saggy as most women Mom's age, and given that she's like...seventy, that's quite an accomplishment," she added. "My genes are happy genes! Or the girl's are. I'm still waiting in horror to get the phone call that Michael's knocked someone up," a moment of serious thought drew Leigh's attention, and she sighed. "Only I'm really worried about that. Since She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" (also known as Kelly, Michael's once-girlfriend of three years) "dumped him out of the blue you know, after agreeing to marry him, he's been alternately completely depressed or a serial man-whore.

"Although there is hope," Leigh added, trying to break out of the concern that caught her. "I bet you that seven-months-graduated and seven-months-pregnant barefoot in our kitchen, I'll be sexy as hell."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Your Nana is a firecracker, I think that might keep her pretty young, too. I would not want to mess with your Nana, I think she'd put me through the ringer. I still remember that time when we were kids, when she was yelling at Michael for something? Scary business," Seraphim mused, allowing herself a dramatic shudder, as she lifted her mug and took another drink. The mocha was dwindling, down to just the bottom of her cup, and it made her a little sad; she'd just have to get Leigh to make another one, before the show was through. Caffeine wasn't so bad for her, and besides, she was pretty sure that somewhere along the line, her drink ended up decaffeinated. She wasn't sure of the exact steps anymore. It was just The Monstrosity. It was all she had to say, and Leigh went through the motions like clock work.

At the further mention of Michael, Sera frowned just a bit, both knowing and sensing the concern and worry that her girlfriend felt about the situation. Knowing Michael as long as she did, he was a bit like one of her own siblings, in the same way that she felt about Leigh's younger siblings, and so she had been feeling a bit of concern of her own, after she'd heard about the legendary break up. She'd never liked Kelly, who had always seemed stuck up, and treated Leigh and Sera a bit like either lepers or challenged, and so she hadn't been upset to see her go, though Michael's upset had been distressing. "Let's just not talk about your brother, you'll only make yourself upset. We'll set him up with a nice girl when he comes home for the summer. I'd suggest my sister, but being that she is a flaming lesbian, with an overly protective and strange girlfriend, I guess she's out of the question."

Leigh's next little quip made her smile widely, shaking her head a bit at the other girl. "Oh, just gorgeous, I know it. Bloated, and emotional, and baking me a pie. Just as nature intended."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"And with all the cravings, don't forget. I'll be like, 'I need pickles in chocolate ice cream, and I need them now!' And you'll be forced to succumb to my pregnant demands or else I'll start sneaking raspberries into your pies and crying erratically until you bend to my will. Oh, or I'll go crying to Tatum that you're being mean to me and she'll nag you until you're forced to murder the both of us. And then no childrens for you. Or Monstrosities. Or pies!"

Leigh giggled for a moment before gaining control of herself, and continuing in a more orderly manner. "Nana is...something pretty special, alright," she acknowledged with a wry grin. "And I wouldn't want to fight with her either, she fights mean when she gets mad. I used to love it when she'd go off on Michael; he'd always complain that I was her favorite. That was true, duh, but who doesn't love me? And shut up because you fucking adore me, boss.

"That'll be the end of Michael tonight, too, I promise. We'll figure out blind dates for him later. 'Cos trust me, I never wanted that bitch in my family, but hell, he did love her, and she's a fucking cuntbag who...well, actually, I have an idea! I wanna introduce her to grandma! In a ring! We could sell tickets! Michael never has to know!" Leigh offered up her best puppy-dog expression and pout, leaning looking up pleadingly at Sera. "Pleeease?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Seraphim had been in the middle of finishing up her last mouthful of the mocha, when Leigh suggested her prize fight idea, and the brunette found herself swallowing quickly; causing herself to choke and splutter, though she was laughing right through it, hand lifting up to pound roughly at her own chest in an attempt to wash the drink the proper way down into her stomach, and out of her throat. "Oh my god, I would buy tickets for the entire school, just to see that! Nana versus She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, fight to the death, one night only! Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!" Sera replied, between her laughter, putting on her best deep announcer voice for the last portion of her statement. "It would be brilliant, really. And not just because your Nana is a total nutbag, but because I'd love to see that whore get her ass handed to her. Especially by a seventy something year old woman."

Hopping nonchalantly back onto the subject of the potential pregnancy, Seraphim stood from her seat, and slid her mug across the counter top toward Leigh in a silent question for another drink, just as Brody was beginning a new song, and something in the crowd let out a little cheer. "I never forgot the cravings. You already eat like a trash compactor, so it's not like it'd be new.. but I'd do it, if I need to. For the greater good, of carrying on my family name, y'see. Plus, I fear raspberries, and when you cry, it makes me cry, as much as I hate to admit it, and we can't have those shenanigans. Nor can we have you dragging my sister into this. She's already constantly full of questions about us, every time she sees me, she'd love to get her nose in the middle of a pregnancy debacle. Either way, murder is bad, and I need children, Monstrosities, and pies.. apple pies. And as you say, I do adore you. Like the sun needs the moon, or something like that.."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Sorry for almost murdering you with ideas of Nana in the ring with Slutbag," Leigh said without any note of apology whatsoever in her voice. "But we could sell t-shirts, too! Ooh, and put it on Youtube. Eighty million hits guaranteed," she grinned victoriously, and moved to start making another Monstrosity.

"As for the sun-and-moon arrangement, I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, but I'll take what I can get. Also I really want apple pie now and I blame you. I'll see is Mom has a good recipe. Okay, actually, I know mom has a good recipe, but I need to see if she has one written down. I might have gotten the whole memory-thing from her, but she only uses it for birthdays and knowing how to make any food known to man without written instructions. Which is actually pretty handy for me, seeing that I love food. And need it. I have the metabolism of a hyperactive ferret," she admitted. "And thank god, given that chili-cheese-fries are practically a gift from the gods. Mm. And Adrian's cookies. Speaking of which, when I ask him questions about Hunter, I need to demand cookies from him."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Seraphim leaned over the counter, content to watch Leigh's movements once again, as she began the familiar job. "No upset here. I really just can't wait until we can get it going, right? I know your Nana would hop in no problem, but we might need to leave a trail of candy or dollar bills for Kelly to follow, something like that.."

Listening to her girlfriend go off on one of her usual tangents, Sera closed her eyes, a fond smile on her lips, head nodding in agreement at all of the proper moments. To the naked eye, she might have appeared unattentive, but she was really quite the opposite. It was usually how she looked, disinterested and annoyed, but she really was listening, even if no one except Leigh realized it. "Good cookies, huh? Better than mine? I'm a pretty good cook, you know. It's a shame that you missed out on Thanksgiving, I made the whole thing. Well, Tatum made the pies, but I made everything else.. though maybe you'd like it more if your boyfriend Adrian made it for you. Yes, I see how it is. I just can't compare, right? Not man enough to handle all of you?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Aww, don't be like that, boss lady," Leigh teased. "You're my kinda thing, not gay boys, and you know it. Besides, in case you weren't aware, I've been secretly lusting for you for like...ages. And although his cookies are better than yours, all he can do is bake. And I kinda want a whole-package girlfriend. You know, all bossy and evil with evil plans to conquer planets. Who tells me what to do and when and how, but she's really sexy so it's okay. Y'know...one who can make me do the whole moany-screamy thing," she gave Sera a pointed look. "Who all loves me and stuff. And would bring me chocolate-and-pickles when I'm all pregnant even though that's as disgusting as hell.

"And I would have loved to be at your Thanksgiving, and I'm sure if Rath doesn't get there first, all of your leftover turkey will be mine! But can you imagine me going to my mother and saying I wouldn't be there on Thanksgiving? Even if it was to see you, she'd have a conniption and demand that not only you, but Rath and Tatum and the trio o' Wainwrights come, too. And that's about eighty more people than I want at my house on any occasion to take my food. Even if half of them won't eat anything.

"As for the she-bitch, we could leave a trail of the cocks of those she's not dating," Leigh said crassly. She usually wasn't one for foul-mouthing, but when her temper was riled, so was her vernacular. "Or shiny shiny rocks, since she's a fucking moron. Hell, I'd just grab her by her badly-done nipple ring and drag her ass here. It'd be fun! All we need is a venue," she noted this last in sing-song.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I suppose I do fit all of those requirements, don't I? Especially that moany-screamy bit, really. I can almost hear you crying out my name now. Officially, I am the perfect multi-purpose girlfriend, with kung fu grip and laser firing action," Seraphim teased right back, smirking across the counter at the blonde girl standing before it. It was taking all of her restraint, as things were, to not lean over said counter and incite a rather furious making out session. She'd been staring at her lips, soft and glossed, the entire time she'd been explaining her wants in a potential girlfriend. Which Seraphim was glad to not only meet, but be based around.

"Actually, he only got to make a couple of sandwiches, and then mom made the rest into soup. Which works for me, because I really like turkey soup, and we still have some of that left over, if you're interested. My mother makes the very best soups and stews, it's one of the few culinary arts that she has actually mastered fully," she explained, with a little smirk. "I know what your mom is like though, yeah, and that's why I didn't bother to give you a call. I didn't want to offend her, or set off the mother-every-child-in-sight instinct that she always has going on. You get so cranky whenever anybody gets too close to your food, I'm sure you were pissed enough about having to share with your parents and the kids."

Pausing for a moment to listen to Leigh's explanation about Kelly, she snorted in laughter again. "Nice, very nice.. I do love it when you get a filthy mouth, it reminds me why I keep you around. Other than your gorgeous body and flowing golden locks. Unfortunately, however, I'm both out of cocks and rocks, so I think you might have to grab her by that breastular monster, and drag her the fuck into the ring. Which should be set up in my back yard, on the trampoline. Nobody has played on it since we were in junior high school, so it's probably ready to fall apart. Dad left it out all of the last winter, and it's beginning to rust.. like Kelly's nipple ring, I'm sure."

Opening one ete, she looked over at her girlfriend. "Nipple rings though, you're not a fan? Not going to let me get mine pierced?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh grinned delightedly at mention of the nipple-ring. "My point wasn't against the piercing type, miss. It was just a really badly done one. And the she-bitch in general being a shameless whore who had to show me the ugly-ass thing like seeing her tits was on my most-wanted list. But if you want 'em, I'll even go hold your hand. The downside of that is that I don't get to play with them until it heals up," she pouted, "and that could take, like, two or three weeks.

"And even despite that, you had better meet the girlfriend-requirements, Seraphim," she noted pointedly, using her whole name for emphasis, "since they're kinda you. Well, you and almost a couple of inept old cartoon characters, but I always thought that Dr. Blight, that blonde lady on Captain Planet was pretty hot. But she was in love with her computer, and that would have just ended messily. Not to mention in plots of villainy she only managed a pathetic two-point-three of ten while you caught at least a twenty-seven. And the fact that she was also kinda missing the chocolate-and-pickles, loving me, and moany-screamy bits. That's a pleasure reserved for you only.

"And save me a bowl of that soup, too. Fend Rath off with a spoon and threats of stealing his PlayStation if you have to. And it's not just the food situation that kept me from calling, although that doesn't hurt. Besides, speaking of the kids, you'd think after three years Stevie would know that it is not on the list of acceptable behaviors to try to nick my food," Leigh mock-whined. "I just hate being in a crowd like that all around one table. Too many people for me, I think.

"Especially considering that Ophelia would just be annoyed at Tatum and Jude for not eating and they would be annoyed back at her annoyance, Johnny wouldn't say anything to anyone, Rath would be missing his gaming system, Bethany would be crying, my Mom would be trying to mother everyone, and Stevie would be throwing food. And you and I would have just had to sneak off into my room. Where there's no food." She put on a delicate fake-shudder and gently pulled a sweep of raw sugar over the top of the drink, and placed it on the counter. "Here you go."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Wait, three weeks? We wouldn't be able to fool around for three weeks?" Sera replied, clearly horrified by the thought. "Okay, there are more exciting things to get pierced, then. If anything at all. I'm fine with just my ears, I think I almost fainted when Tatum got her tongue done. It just seems.. I dunno, like it would hurt? A lot? Even if she said it didn't? I agree though, on she-bitch. I'm sorry that you had to see her jumblies, and I hope that mine make up for it."

She smirked happily at the mention of Captain Planet, a childhood favorite of theirs. "All those years ago, and you were still a total lesbian? If only I had known, when we were enjoying the cartoon, you were crushing on Dr. Blight. I'm also not sure how I feel about being compared to her, I am pretty sure that I'm a lot cooler. I could be Captain Donnelly-Rousseau, and by our powers combined, I could be even more amazing than I already am. As if that is really possible. Like you said, I kind of over shoot my goals, and end up three times as amazing and evil as anybody else. Plus I do love you, and make you love me back, by being such a cute gal.

"I'll try with the soup, but I make no problem. Between him and dad, it might be a bit of a problem. I think we only have a couple of bowls left, you might wanna come over after school tomorrow.. or maybe I'll bring some to school, for your lunch, if you're a really good girl for me. I kind of feel bad about you and your sad Thanksgiving, and your awkwardness around crowded tables, so maybe that'll be encouragement enough for me. Maybe.

"I second you, though.. sneaking up to your bedroom, getting comfortable in that nice big bed. You're so lucky to have a queen, so much nicer than my tiny twin bed. Although as long as you take those clothes off, ma'am, I don't really care what the bed is like. Yours just makes the whole ordeal easier, and less cramped," she suggested, still smirking as the drink was placed in front of her, and her eyes lit up immediately. "Oh, awesome! Thank you, beautiful."

[Lucy Hartigan]

Lucy grinned broadly, and whistled. "Woo!" she called, pumping her fist in the air. If there was one thing she loved, it was having songs dedicated to her, especially by Brody. "That's my ... client-woman!" she said proudly, to the crowd. That is, untill Brody started singing. "I hate you," she mouthed, shooting her friend onstage a Look. As much as she loved the Beatles... this would further the thought that she was a lesbian, a common misconception. Her ears burned, but eventually she laughed it off and went with it, singing along.

"Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
I ain't got nothin' but love girl,
Eight days a week!"


"See, her name really is Lucy, that's the right girl then. AND THAT'S A BEATLE'S SONG!" Marianne said, barely keeping her voice to an excited whisper, still tugging on Jackson's sleeve.. "I think I love them both," she mused.

"Shut up," Jackson warned. "I'm trying to listen to this. It's good. And you don't love either of them, you're just ridiculous," he said, rolling his eyes. "Here," he said, offering her some money, "Go get us each a coffee. And please don't embarass me," he begged his little sister.

"Fine," she said, sighing as she accepted the cash. "And thank you," she added, remembering her manners. She sprung to her feet and wandered over to the barista, whom she knew was named Leigh. She was talking to another girl, whom Mare knew from French club, but she couldn't remember her name. They looked absorbed in their conversation and she felt badly interrupting them. "Hi," she said, "Sorry to intrude, could I get two large blacks?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

"At least," Leigh replied solemnly, "two or three weeks. It could be longer. And I'm not a total lesbian," she pouted. "I'm, uh...an equal opportunist! It just so happens that gorgeous evil dictators top my list of most-wanted-sexy-things. That and the soup. Which is, well, most wanted, but not sexy. Unless you serve it naked or something. Actually, you serving me food naked is officially on the top of my most-wanted-sexy-things list. But not soup, too burny. That seems like a desert-kinda meal." She spoke, more a stream of consciousness than what she'd thought and planned to say.

"Although, speaking of piercings, I might look into a tongue piercing. I mean, it doesn't seem too hurty, and I think they're neat. And for things like that, I can totally handle a little hurty. You'll have to come hold my hand though. Or, like, give me the famous bedroom eyes from across the room or something and distract me. You could always flash me," Leigh suggested brightly.

She paused when she noted Marianne's approach, and grinned at her at her note of interrupting. "It's cool," the blonde answered. "As much as I hate having to work at my job and all, it's just something you gotta do." And she pulled back from the counter and grabbed a coffee pitcher, pouring the two drinks.

"Are you having a good time?" Leigh asked, making her usual smalltalk as she slipped the flimsy cardboard protectors to prevent burns around the cups. It took all of her willpower not to ask what was so interesting about the back of Lucy's head, so instead continued, "Jackson certainly looks like he's having ever-so-much fun."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

[Since I'm too lazy to write my own songs, Amber and I have decided that Katy Perry songs = Brody songs. Except 'I Kissed a Girl'. Which she might only sing to Lucy, just to annoy her. But anyway, when she sings those, let's pretend they're not covers. I can't write songs, bitches.]


One of the best parts of being Lucy's best friend, was embarrassing her. Brody caught the look, and barely managed to keep from grinning broadly as she sang, knowing that Lucy would get over it. She always did. And it showed, when she eventually smiled again as well, and sang right along. They both loved the Beatles too much to really care, and it wasn't as if people hadn't accused them of being a couple since the ninth grade. Which they had never been, and Brody was fairly sure she didn't ever want to be; Lucy was far too much like family, as amazing as she was. Either way, it was fun to tease, and give the masses something to gossip about, looking for a thread of truth in the joke.

Finishing up her ode to Lucy, and still smiling widely, Brody leaned over to grab up her coffee, taking a quick drink in order to soothe her throat some, before she put the cup down again and turned back to her decent sized crowd. They seemed like they had enjoyed the cover, but she liked sticking to her own songs, if she could help it. Calling Random Comment a sell-out cover band didn't exactly work if she was a sell-out cover whore.

"Okay, now this next one, is one of my own. And I swear, this one isn't about Lucy. Although you can read into it all you'd like," the light-haired girl began, strumming out the tune, and winking at the brunette sitting close to the stage. As with each song before it, she cleared her throat gently before she began.

"Comparisons are easily done, once you've had a taste of perfection. Like an apple hanging from a tree, I pick the ripest one, I still got the seeds. You said move on, where do I go? I guess second best is all I will know. Cause when I'm with him, I am, thinking of you. Thinking of you, what you would do, if you were the one who was spending the night, oh I wish that I was looking into your eyes.."

"Don't get your tongue pierced," Sera said quickly, lifting up her mug, and fixing the blonde with a frown. "Too much like my sister. Even if you got one of those.. vibrating ones, just, no. I'd make out with you, and I'd be picturing her, and then I'd throw up all over you. Just don't go there, okay? Unlike Rath, I don't have a total boner for my sister," she explained, shaking her head, and suppressing a shudder at the thought. "I will take you to get anything else pierced, and hold your pretty little hands, but not your tongue. Or your nipples, actually. Or anything below the belt. However, I like this naked food idea. Desert seems more reasonable, you're right. Maybe ice cream, whipped cream, cherries? That kind of set up? Although I want a shower afterward, I don't wanna be all sticky and gross. Maybe if you behave yourself, it could happen. It'll be your reward for stealing Monstrosity supplies from work.."

Seraphim jumped just a little when Marianne was beside them, and she flushed slightly, realizing that the redhead might have actually heard any of their less than savory conversation. This was why things like this were better reserved for private, not in the crowded Seneca Falls cafe. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she lifted her drink up to her mouth, taking a long sip, and watching Leigh prepare the drinks, and begin her usual smalltalk. She recognized the girl from.. one of her clubs. Soccer? No, not soccer. Student government? No, not that either. Maybe National Honor Society? Actually, no.

It was bugging her a bit, and it felt like the name was on the tip of her tongue, of both the girl and the club. Lowering her mug onto the counter again, Sera turned in her direction. "Uhh, Marianne, right? French Club?"

[Lucy Hartigan]

"My brother feels like an outcast," Marianne said, rolling her eyes. "Everyone likes him. He's a nice guy. He just thinks he dresses to preppy to hang out here. He's an idiot about that," she explained, taking her coffee. "I'm actually having a wonderful time. I really like Brody's music. I've heard her before. She puts on a really good show," she said brightly.

She turned her attention to the other girl, "Yep, that's me. I... kind of stink with names," she admitted, blushing a little. "I knew you were in French club, for sure, but... your...name?"

"Rock on, Brody," Lucy said, laughing. She thought it was hilarious to leave people guessing. She leaned back and glanced around the cafe. A decent-sized crowd, considering Brody didn't have the following (yet!) that Random Comment did. She noticed Leigh and Seraphim over at the counter, talking to some girl she knew vaguely from Drama. She noticed Jackson Peters sitting in a corner by himself, as always. She shook her head. She had no idea how a kid so popular always came to shows alone.