After Summer Bash from Hell [Backdated, Closed]

[jasonwright]

Warning: NSFW probs lol

It doesn't normally take long to put out the fire in a fire-pit, but Jason's a bit distracted at the moment. He wants to get downstairs and this stupid fire is keeping him from that. Iris has already gathered up all the s'more supplies and is waiting at the rooftop door for him and she looks eager to get out of here as well.

Finally the last of the flames die out and Jason's comfortable the fire won't rekindle. He grabs the blanket and pillows off the bench and follows Iris to the door.

"Alright," he smiles. "Ready when you are?"

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[littleredsiren]

"I'm not telling you!" she scoffs, getting up and collecting their plates. "They're silly, okay?"

[jasonwright]

"Hey, you know about my bad habits. It's only fair I know what I've gotten myself into, right?"

[littleredsiren]

"Well... You know I bake when I'm nervous, right? I also shop when I'm nervous. I have a closet full of ridiculous things I bought online when I was freaking out the first night I was on my own," she admits, pulling a face. "And I bite my nails a lot, but I'm sure you've noticed that."

[jasonwright]

"Nervous baking is probably better than nervous shopping," he nods. "And yeah, I noticed the nail biting at that ball we were at."

[littleredsiren]

Iris chuckles, shaking her head. "I should really stop the nail biting. I keep doing it while siren'd up and keep being warned that my claws are sharp enough to actually hurt me if I do that. But I do it anyway."

[jasonwright]

"You get nervous when you're in siren form too?" He's curious and as Iris gets more comfortable with that side of herself, he likes to ask her more questions.

[littleredsiren]

"Well, yeah... I'm still me when I'm in siren form," she chuckles. "I might be a bit more armoured that way but that doesn't mean I can't get hurt emotionally. Or mess something up. Or accidentally hurt someone else. Actually, that last one is more likely when I'm in siren form..."

[jasonwright]

"Practice will help with that last one," he reassures her. "But like you said, you're still you in siren form. And you don't hurt people."

[littleredsiren]

"Not on purpose," Iris stresses, hand automatically going to her lips before she catches herself and puts it back down. "But if I'm freaked out enough that my scales go sharp and I brush up against someone? I'd cut them pretty badly."

[jasonwright]

"Oh...right." He tilts his head, trying to think. "I guess control over your emotions and when you change will help with that?"

[littleredsiren]

"Hopefully," she smiles, getting up and kissing his forehead before grabbing their plates. "Until then, I'll keep being a worrywart. Thank goodness for you and Lara being there to help."

[jasonwright]

"Someone's gotta be the worrywart, right?" Jason moves to the couch so he can play with Alfredo, rubbing behind the dog's ears. "You have any plans today?"

[littleredsiren]

Iris shrugs, moving into the kitchen and filling the sink. "Not really. I need to get a shower and put together some stuff for work tomorrow, but that's it. You?"

[jasonwright]

He tosses a squeaky toy and Alfredo rushes after it. "I thought I might check out the rec center Eli told me about."

[littleredsiren]

"Oh?" she asks curiously, glancing back at him as she finishes the dishes. "What are you gonna do there?"

[jasonwright]

Jason looks up at her and smiles. "Remember I used to box?"

[littleredsiren]

"Oh!! Are you going to box there? Can I come?" she asks, practically bouncing with excitement.

[jasonwright]

"I hope to. Eli said they have everything there." He laughs and gets up from the couch, moving to her side. "If you want to come along, you certainly can."

[littleredsiren]

"Oh good," she grins, leaning up to kiss his cheek, hands still full of bubbles as she finishes the last dish. "I'm not very... athletically inclined myself but I like watching you do things that you enjoy."

[jasonwright]

"Sounds good to me. But I might be awful, just a warning. I'm a bit rusty," he chuckles. "Get your shower, do what you need to, then we can head out there?"

[littleredsiren]

"Not like I'd know the difference," Iris points out, putting away the dishes before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Okay. Shower now. I'll go fast!"

And with that she's gone, flitting off into the bathroom and taking one of the fastest showers she's ever had. She's out within ten minutes, darting to her bedroom in just a towel with a call of "Just let me dry my hair and get dressed and I'll be ready!" Then she's out again, hair... mostly dry and tossed into a bun and the rest of her fully dressed.

"Let's go!!" she chirps, grinning broadly.

[jasonwright]

Everything happens quicker than he realizes, but thankfully, Jason only needed to pack up his bag with a few things for the gym. Before he knows it, Iris is changed and extremely happy to go.

"Alright," he grins at her, leaning down to put a leash on Alfredo. "Can we drop him off at the garden? I think he needs some outdoor time and he can play while we're at the gym."

[littleredsiren]

"Of course. I'll drop Eric off in the back gardens when we leave as well," she smiles, whistling for the little goat. He's at her ankles in a few seconds and she grabs her purse, picking him up and tucking him under her arm. "Ready?"

[jasonwright]

Alfredo barks, rushing to the door. "I think we're ready," he smiles. Jason opens the door, making sure everyone gets out before he closes it and waits for Iris to lock up.

It's not long after they've dropped off Eric and Alfredo that they reach the rec center. It's...much fancier than he's used to and Jason's a little bit intimidated by the gym, but a quick tour from the helpful staff and soon they arrive in the boxing area. Jason tosses his bag over his shoulder, turning back to Iris. He's instantly at ease now, in the familiar territory of a boxing arena.

"I'm gonna go change in the locker rooms. I won't be but five minutes, promise."

[littleredsiren]

"'Kay..." Iris replies, gawking around at the gym. She didn't realize exactly how uncomfortable she'd be here, and she's getting looks from some of the patrons that make her clutch her purse to her chest. Finding herself a little stool, she drags it to the other side of the ring, hiding herself behind it and worrying her lip between her teeth while she waits.