2657/Do You Want To Play A Game

Do You Want To Play A Game
Date of Scene:	28 July 2020
Location:	Giorgio's Pizzeria - St. Martin's Island
Synopsis:	A little competitive fire between Gar and Terry leads to some dirty tactics, then a concern or two is shared before feasting.
Cast of Characters:	Gar Logan, Terry O'Neil

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Gar Logan has posed:
Pizza time! With Terry back in town, it was a good time to catch up on a few things and have a little fun in the process. Maybe not everything has been great, but when you have someone who tries to be an optimist more often than not, a smile isn't that far away. It's slightly larger with the catboy around again, too. Doesn't have to be mentioned, it just is.

At the arcade, even if it's not quite the style of the classics, Gar's in civvies as he plays one of the racing games. There's enough room for a couple sit-down cabinets, and he zooms around the racetrack. "Eat my dust, dude!"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
A week away was what Terry needed- for many reasons, but primarily so he could deliver a working, and more thorough second draft to Lois. It wasn't ready, yet, but at least he had made considerable headway, so... how could he say no to an invitation from his favorite guy?

Catguy he may be, but he's in his human form because... of reasons. He might tell Gar about it later in the week, when he's found the words. Right now, the only words he has are "Oh, in your /dreams/, Logan! I'm the undefeated champion here- prepare to be humilliated!"

He nudges Gar playfully as he takes a turn. He hasn't played in a long time, and is a little bit rusty. He is, in fact, somewhat behind Gar. "And I swear I saw you inputting a cheat code. You're a cheater, Gar!" he grins.

Gar Logan has posed:
"Pffft. You can't even do cheat codes on these things, you big dummy. Face it, you've lost a step. I'm just a better racer than you, loser. Yeah, that's what you are. Second place is first loser!"

The trash talk ramps up when it's gametime.

Gar even leans into some of the steering, prodding back with an elbow after he's touched. "Stay in your lane!" It works in more ways than one.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Ooh you're just trying to distract me- not gonna happen! And you /can/ put cheat codes into these. You just gotta know how." Thins aren't looking too good for him, however. He's taken one clumsy turn too many, and only a miracle will save this race.

He narrows his eyes, and Gar nudges him back, so he decides to use a different trash talk tactic.

"Mom found the thong, by the way."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan's focus is so complete, he chews at the tip of his tongue as he drives faster, taking the corners expertly. "And how would you know about that if you didn't use them, yourself?" comes his retort, laughing at the course map showing how far ahead he is.

While eyes flicker toward the machine Terry's seated in at the comment about the thong, leading to him going off course - registering through a shudder in his own seat and steering wheel - he corrects things while only losing a couple seconds.

"Yeah? How'd you explain that one to her, hmmmm?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
It's working! Terry smirks a little and leans into Gar, just a smidge as he tries to gain up. It is now or never, just as he has the chance to make it to the jump ramp.

"I told her the truth. That Harley Quinn gave it to me for my boyfriend."

Swerve. "She wants to meet you."

Gar Logan has posed:
It's going well. All Gar has to do is make the jump and he's home free.

He misses it.

"Dude, no! That's playing dirty!" he cries out, gesturing at the screen as his angle is all wrong and instead of sailing over the gap, which for this game happens to go over an imitation of the Sarlacc Pit from Star Wars, the car slides off the side and plunges into the gaping maw of the track monster, crunching and destroying the vehicle.

"You suck, O'Neil! And I hope you told her you do, too!"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
And just like that, Terry heads towards the jump. Gar's reaction almost causes him to veer off-course as well, but just in the nick of time he manages to get back on track- with a dramatic twist of the upper body as he leans into the turn. On-screen, his car flies over the monster pit in slow motion, lands and speeds through the finish line with aplomb.

"And the crowd. Goes. Wooooo!" He raises his arms in victory and gives Gar a huge grin, turning to the green teen and laughs. "You gotta kiss the victor, those are the rules ya know?"

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan sits there, white-knuckle grip on the game's steering wheel, staring daggers through the screen as Terry's car ends up the victor after all, when Gar was so, so close to doing it, too.

"You really, really suck, you know that?" he says, his voice low and barely kept under control. He misses the grin because his eyes haven't left the screen yet, only doing so after the so-called rules are shared.

"Oh yeah? Since when? Isn't that supposed to be like a punishment, not a reward?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry blinks, and peers at Gar for a second before raising his hands in a defensive gesture "Aw, come on dude! You beat me all the time. If you're gonna get all growly on me, it's no fun. If I wanted to be growled at I'd go back to the Planet when Lois is trying to cut down on coffee."

He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow a little.

"So....?"

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan crosses his arms. What a grump! What a competitive grump!

"Not at this one, and you know I had you that time. I really won, because I raced the best race without cheap, underhanded tactics." There's enough there to realize he isn't being completely serious. Annoyed, sure. Angry, not too much. It /was/ kind of funny.

"And I thought you /loved/ being growled at." An eyebrow of his own shoots upward at that retort, expecting some kind of reaction from it.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry smirks, and a slight blush appears on his cheeks. He catches the hints here and there. He gets off his gaming station and walks up behind Gar and rests his hands on his shoulders, "Oh-ho-ho so /that/'s that, eh? I thought all was fair in racing and war! But tell you what, you can choose any other game and I'll play you fairly and squarely. Loser buys dinner. Do we have a deal?"

He leans forward so that his ear is an inch away from a pointed ear, and says quietly enough not to be overheard, "And besides, there is a /big/ difference between growling and moaning, Garfield Logan."

He steps back to see if a blush happens.

Gar Logan has posed:
If there is, Gar isn't letting Terry see it. The rules, apparently, said the loser had to kiss the winner, and if that was the case it's a wonder they didn't intentionally lose all the time.

"Shut up, you dork."

Oh, he's probably blushing, especially after the lower voice that can be heard just by him, the sounds of the arcade otherwise too loud for others, and at that moment he makes sure Terry can't pull away in order to lock lips.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry takes his reward with pleasure, and prolongs the lip-lock a little more than usual before breaking the kiss. His face is red and flushed, but he's smiling. "You know you only get away with calling me that 'cause you're cute, right?" he mutters, brushing a stray lock of red from his forehead, "Cheeky beast."

An impromptu growl catches his attention- coming from his stomach. "Hey, look, it's food o' clock! Are you tired of being beaten by me, or do you want sweet revenge?"

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan hmfs. It's an aggressive kiss, indicative of someone who's still just a smidge perturbed by the cheap tactics used to defeat him. Oh, there /will/ be revenge.

"That's cheeky Beast Boy, catwerp." Rolling out of the racing seat, he eyes the stomach in question. "Might as well eat something. I'd hate to own you on an empty stomach, and I have an appetite for..."

He puts on a mischievous, dare-we-say-it catty expression, eyes half-lidded.

"...destruction."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Leading the way to one of the nearby booths, Terry sticks his tongue out at Gar, "Destruction ,eh? We'll see about that. Just don't turn into Godzilla and rampage through the city..." he pauses, "... could you do that?"

You never knew, with Gar.

As he settles into the booth, he stretches his arms and rests his hands behind his back, grinning. "Boy did I miss ya. Mom decided to go and check on the old ranch house upstate... and it was as exciting as you'd imagine. Pretty trees and all though. But I was surrounded by so much greenery and still couldn't help but think how much fonder I am of your particular shade."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan drops into the well-worn seat, the vinyl still holding up mostly okay after years of kids, soccer moms, overweight dads, and so on doing the very same thing.

"That's for me to know and you to hopefully never find out," he replies, being nice and cryptic about it.

Upon listening, he says, "Yeah? That's cool. It's nice to get out in the middle of nature once in a while, away from all the noise and buildings and mobs of people. It helps me think better, sometimes."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Yeah. I certainly noticed something different with how I was thinking..." the redhead trails off. For a moment, the things he had sought to not think about briefly occupy his mind. For a moment, he looks preoccupied with something, until he notices the menu on the table and snaps himself out of the reverie. "Anyways, I know nothing has blown up while I was gone, but anything else I should be aware of before I come back into full shift? You know, just to make sure I don't say something embarrassing and whatnot?"

Gar Logan has posed:
The green teen is actually silent for more than about fifteen seconds. Granted, part of that comes during Terry speaking, but let's not obsess over the details. He looks like he's considering one thing or another, then he reaches for the menu to look over some of the standard pizza joint fare.

"Like what? What did you notice?" The curiosity is too much, then he lowers the menu, which he'd been holding up, so only his eyes and above can be spotted behind it. "Nothing I can think of right now, but dude, you're asking /me/ about potentially saying something embarrassing? Are you sure you're okay after all that clean air and quiet?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry chuckles, looking over a menu he has obviously memorized ages ago. "Just a little distracted is all. Just noticed some things about myself and... well. Can't really put it to words just yet. Ever have one of those..."

Hands wave in the air "... those feelings that don't quite form into words until you've thought about it for a while? It's kinda like those."

He toys with his napkin, having decided what he will eat, "Only I wonder something..."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan raises a brow, setting the menu back down. "I hope this isn't something you're gonna hide from me to the point I'm the last one to find out, like what happened before when you, you know," he lowers his voice again, "could turn into the cat from Alice in Wonderland."

This leads to him leaning over the table to an extent, after crossing his arms atop the surface. "So spill the beans, even if you can't describe it all the way yet. What are you wondering?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry raises an eyebrow and leans in, mimicking Gar's pose.

"I... just am a little worried. I'm thinking of maybe talking to Raven about... some feelings and thoughts I find creeping into my mind. Stuff I'm pretty sure comes from /the other side/ you know?"

He takes a moment to pause, and then he looks at the green teen in the eye.

"What would you do if... you know. For some reason I /couldn't/ be the cat? Just, you know, if tomorrow I were to lose all of my powers for some reason?"

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan squints across the table. "I knew you before that stuff started happening, so even if I think that side is, you know, great and all, you know I'm not just gonna forget about you if something happened."

He clears his throat, shaking his head. "But what /could/ happen? You already told me how that worked, how it, like, passes on. I know there's some weird stuff in those stories, and I guess they're not exactly just stories now, but what are you so worried about?" He's trying to understand.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"It's... too early to tell. To be honest, I should talk to someone with experience on the mystical side of things. I was thinking Rae because..." he waves his hand, "That time we went into her ... soul space? Whatever it was. I get the impression she has had to deal with things intruding into her mental space before... it might be a good idea. I don't know much about her, though. And I know- I know I should ask her directly instead of other people, because she's so private."

He pauses, and smiles a little, "She scares me. Just a bit." Not just a bit. "Sometimes."

Gar Logan has posed:
"That just means you're not going too crazy. I think she wants people to be afraid of her and leave her alone," Gar explains, a palm up, "Especially when she /tells/ you to leave her alone or she'll unmake you. That's pretty hard to misread."

Eyeing the menu again, he makes a mental note of what to order, and someone is starting to approach already. "I don't know what the right answer is for whatever's going on with all that, though. I'm just, uh, moral support and stuff. But you're cool the way you are. You know that."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I know. And you're the best." Terry gives Gar an appreciative smile before reaching out to touch a hand with his. "I want you to know that you're cool the way you are, too."

A second or two passes, and then he adds, "Now, before the mush police comes to take us away, let's decide what we want to eat. Oh... and my treat." He raises an eyebrow, "You totally were going to win."

Gar Logan has posed:
"I can't be anything else, you know," Gar remarks, squeezing hands briefly before his eyes light up.

"Oh, I know I was, and your bank account is gonna learn to regret that." After all, his appetite (for destruction!) is well-known.

They could be here a while.