2025-01-16 - Wrecking Balls and Hasbro Vampires

Angelo did mention food for disappointment of not being able to partake of the painstakingly prepared proffered pancakes. This was followed up with the simple text: @Nora's if you want lunch. He's grabbed the side booth my the window and there's a second water there in case that answer is yes, and if not hydration is a whole need in this life.

Still sparkly the shiny motes of light around him dim considerably as the sunlight naturally does this on its on coming through the window with the little bit of snow built up on the ledge. Overhead the music plays Rock of the 90's where Jane's Addiction has been caught stealing once more as Angelo replies to a quick text on his phone and tries to figure out what the hell on the menu is going to be today-food.

Peyton has three looks. Just out of bed and fucking with people. Heidi (aka the work uniform). All black all the time. He's seen the first and now he gets to see the last one. She swaggers in as only one is overly full of themselves can. She has a black leather coat. A black long sleeve t-shirt. Black pants. Black boots. Black gloves. Black hat (it has furry black cat ears though). Black eyeliner. The point is probably made. Her lips are devoid of color except a faint clear gloss. Her eyes are still metallic shifting towards bronze today and her nails are still mirrors.

"Heya Cullens."

Peyton slides into the booth across from the shiny one. "If you were a Little Pony, we could call you Glitters-Alot. Maybe go down to the piny pony sho--" There is a pause as if Peyton remembers she's supposed to be nicer and the food has not been ordered OR more importantly paid for.

Looking up to Peyton with some amusement at the greeting Angelo elongates his eyeteeth into fangs briefly hissing at her. Snickering he says offhandedly, "Sup, pancakes."

Handing her a menu he says quite seriously, "I can rock the shit out of some Pink Pony Club. Actually contemplated that one for karaoke night. Shiny begets shiny I see. Welcome to the fooding hour." Looking at her hands he asks curious, "Did you do the nails or the park do them for you?" This has become a more frequent question as of late.

"I'd go to karaoke and rock a mic. Well. Not really. I'd probably get drunk, boo at people and throw ice." Peyton offers and then she lets her eyes study him (and his teeth). "I might be putting you on a list of people not allowed to go down too." She glances over the menu for a moment and the moment someone comes to check, she orders a coffee.... wait for it... black.

"The nails are park given. I can also make it look like my teeth grow, but they don't grow. If that makes sense." She leans forwards a bit and offers. "So tell me Sparkles. What's your story?"

"Sing early." Angelo has a fix for this one. Conversationally he counters, "Also if everyone up in the club gettin tipsy who is going to care that much? I bust out some Mariah last time and Ty got up on the table. It's not a holiday party until the bard's gettin down." There's standards here. He looks to her pearly whites with a squint "Illusion? My brother does that. You bit the shit out of the inside of your face a lot less that way. I think you got the good end of that deal."

Tucking the menu back he says to the waitstaff, "Farmer's omelet, sausage, ham, no hashbrowns. I'm not allowed joy right now." he lets Peyton fork over the good on the order and waits. An eyebrow goes up. "Not a lot to my story. I've been doing the same thing since I was four and I guess I'm pretty good at it cause it's gotten me this far." He points vaguely out the window. "I'm in the pirate stunt show over in Venture Cove. Cap'n Cashew. Cause trouble, swing swords. Honestly a lot of fun."

Pointing to Peyton he says "Yooou are the chocolate lady. One of em. When did that start?"

"Yeah. I create illusions. I think. I don't really understand all the magic and what it can do." Peyton offers. "The fucking visions is horrible. I pass out when I get them. It's like being black out drunk." Peyton runs her tongue across her teeth. "You have a brother, hmm? Can I wreck that one? I was sort of looking forward to wrecking you."

She looks at the menu and then nods her head. "I'll take the same omelet with.." Her eyes move to Angelo's and holds as she offers, "Extra hashbrowns." A slow smile before she winks to him. "I thought I was your joy. This is sort of a let down. I figured I was the light of your life. The dark shadow to your glitter master. The whole reason of your being."

The pirate ship gets raised brows. "I could fucking rock being a pirate. The chocolate thing? When I showed up on my brother's doorstep after throat punching my last boss." Her head tips. "So.. Esme... is that someone you are into? Puff could do worse than that."

Angelo's expression turns to a bit of a grin in amusement, "Anyone who does claim they understand it is a better liar than they are magic chronicler." His now wrinkles at the visions. "Sorry Dante's the relationship sort. Ship wreck is not off the table, but I've been trying to get my ship together lately. I dunno. It's, uh, it's been a weird couple weeks for me."

Angelo chuckles at the jibe back. Confused Angelo says "That's the first time I have ever talked to her direct. I don't get to get out of my area much. It's piracy and training. She was in the garage bay next to ours for the float thing." His head tilts curious, "Aww your brother's here? Who's this? That Nick I take it. What's he do?"

"Why is everyone so obsessed with relationships?" Peyton offers. "Do I strike you as the kind of girl that anyone commits to?" She shakes out her blonde hair a bit as she thinks this over. "Also, what ever happened to relationships kind of just growing into it? Why is it all over night?" There is another shake of her head as she tries to get off that thought.

"Nick? Yeah he's my brother. I do actually love him, but I'm also who I am he..." There is a pause as Peyton stops to think. She's trying to think of a certain animal or word. Then she snaps her fingers, "Capybara Encounter. He likes the capybaras. It's a thing for him. Esme's family was near ours growing up. We had completely different experiences though."

Angelo says calmly, "I make no judgements of you, but I know Dante and Dante doesn't really do 'wrekt'." He considers and corrects, "Not unless his heart was just dropkicked and that was the question. That aside I don't know I have never actually had one. Never did make the time and that's on me." he drinks his coffee and makes the face deciding one creamer was woefully inefficient.

"Ooooh I heard about the capybaras!" A smile lights up. "A couple of us wanted to put them in the show but we have not figured out earmuffs for them to deal with the cannons. Been meaning to say hi to that guy." Eyebrows lifting he says "Awww badass to have childhood friends here. I have-" he counts, "Two now. One from training camps. I'm counting it." A hand waves, "I can pretty much imagine what hers was like. How about yours?"

"We weren't friends. Nicky and her were more known to each other. I think Nick was friends with her older brother." Peyton offers to that and then she smiles at him. "I've kind of been my badass self since puberty." She makes no apologies for this bit of information. In fact she allows a soft smile. "You'll like Nicky. Everyone does. I can pass your number on to him."

She lifts her black coffee to her lips. She only considers the creamer when he can't have it. Peyton takes it but just moves all the temptation that could happen away from him. "Is it worth it to deny yourself so much stuff? I suppose it's good to have friends. As for relationships. Last guy cheated on me and I lit his bed on fire. So I don't think I'm on the must date list of the park."

Angelo seems in no hurry to do anything but have this conversation and wait for late late breakfast to arrive. "Yeah it's hard to have a social life with a career since age five. It does make it complicated." Though who he is talking about specifically he doesn't say. "I generally like all sorts of people though so I do not doubt this."

Shifting his weight to his arm he wonders "That's the question of the last three weeks. Let's go with I'm trying to make sure it is worth it. I don't get to see my friends as much as I'd like but here it's easier." This perhaps some encouragement for her. A small turn of a smile he says "Last guy that cheated on and lied to my sister I sabotaged and sent pics to his wife. Some people genuinely need to get a wake up call." He considers her self-assessment. "Hurt kinda recently then? That sucks."

Peyton shakes her head. "I don't let people hurt me now. I'm not saying it's the best thing. I'm sure I'm missing out on finding my person or some shit like that, but I don't give the chance. I know who I am and I don't feel like changing much. I haven't been given a reason. I never saw myself as a wife with children living in a white picket fence. It frankly sounds boring. I like to stir the pot and see what floats to the surface."

She doesn't seem to have a rush to go back to Heidi. She leans her chin on the back of her hand as she watches him. "I feel like you are talking about this and I should know who you are. Esme trained her whole childhood away. I don't envy her that. Which means I don't envy you that either. What is it that you did? I mean you are in the pirate show now but... is that all you want?"

Angelo accepts his food arriving with a "Thank a bunch. Uhhh yes some more coffee would be super." He lets Peyton settle into moving her order around as he cuts up his late late breakfast with a fork to let the steam escape.

"I think if you have weighed the options and the security is more important than the reward and odds of risk then this is a
sensible move. Very responsible." he considers and says "You know you might be legit missing a calling in being in the writers' room for reality shows. Without people that excel at these skills Survivor would just be Beyonce and people surviving."

There's a small nod as he chews finally free of this task he says "I've done gymnastics training all my life. Was aiming for US team this year but came just short sooo it's on to 28. Still got to go as support team to help friends warm up and stuff. Still nice to be a part of the process but like I need to finish what I started. Outside of that? I mean I do love what I do and I don't know what Angelo wants because this is all I have literally ever focused on besides school. This is why Iwas like ah, I got Esme vibe sort of figured out even though I don't know her."

Peyton does actually smile at the staff when her food is brought over. She might deny the momentary slip of her bad ass persona though. She listens to what he says and then then gives a sort of sad smile. "I've never had drive. Or felt called to anything. I do sort of envy that part." She is concentrating on him more than her food for a moment.

"I'm sorry that you didn't get to your goal. I don't believe things happen for a reason, but you do get to find yourself with me. You're welcome." Peyton handling emotion and truth. Her lips curve just a bit. "So what do you want to try to do? I know you are busy, but maybe we figure out our paths together." She doesn't mean TOGETHER. "What have you always wanted to try? We'll do it. Pick something silly or stupid."

Angelo says to Peyton, "Well thank you. Not hitting my goal is worse than not hitting my goal but being in excellent company. We'll just move the goal and see what happens. As Trace has informed me I'm the one that gets to decide where it goes. Same as you really. Lookit us being in control of shit."

He considers this and says "You know I don't know. Give me a couple minutes to think on that answer." He lifts his coffee to her, "Personal growth buddies. Also I'm sorry things with you and Wes are weird right now. He's been in a bad spot, he's not really a bad dude. I figure that's got to be weird for you too."

Peyton smiles. It's a sincere one and look at her being all pretty when she does it. "I'm down to be personal growth buddies, but I've already done the kale smoothies so pass. If you also ask me to get in touch with m inner child, I might throw a book at you." There is a nod. "We are the master of our own destructions,"

"Wes and I..." Peyton shakes her head. "There is not a Wes and I. I really was fucking with him the other day. We met up. Got in a fight. He told me to lose his number. I apologized. We were both frustrated. I am not at all what he wants. I think he wants the white picket fence and I hope he gets it. I hope he gets that person that makes him feel things. If I was looking for a person, I'd want someone to give me a little bit of grief but willing to throw hands when I open my mouth too much. Great sex would be good too." She shakes her head again. "I'm not sleeping with him. I just slept over. He does seem like he's definitely in a place right now. Like that post breakup place. Since I told him that I don't date so much as scam people for free dinners. He won't buy me dinner either. Now that is going to be our weird place."

She flashes the smile again as she eats her food. She's not a delicate little thing. She shovels the food into her mouth. It's not gross, but she's also not winning dainty etiquette awards.

Angelo admits, "I am my inner child and though I will eat it I would not inflict kale on any one. That's like a conversation. Like religion it's not something you just put on a person. Do people do that?" He looks vaguely concerned here. There's a squint and he says solemnly, "We will set up a veggie barricade and have like a kale checkpoint. We'll investigate and if it looks like it tastes anything like a hand towel we'll bounce it."

He considers Wes, "I don't think Wes knows what Wes wants. Like me when it leaves he noticed there's a divot where hope was growing like a weed and I think he met you like literally the day after that. So there's what he is used to and what he ight actually want and I dunno, I consider him a friend but I think you got splinched in the middle. Bad timing."

When Peyton talks about scamming for free dinners Angelo chuckles, "Hey there's a lot of people that'll work on. Might not be a free dinner but he can be a good friend if his buttons are only pushed one at a time. I need to tell him to folow the advice that saved my ass and that is take your hands off the wheel if you're in no state to drive ya know? Don't make big decisions right now."

Peyton shovels more food into her mouth and pauses. "Yes." She points to him. "We will put the barricade up and then we will have veggie battles if they come up to cross that barricade. We shall declare a war on forced veggiehood." A nod to this as the brings up her knife like a sword. It's probably a good thing she makes food and doesn't accidentally wound people.

Her eyes move to his eyes. "Well how do you feel about free dinners? I'm pretty broke and I don't actually like cooking. I'll even let you pick the places. I tend to eat most things." She nods her head. "I think he will figure it out well enough and in the right time." Her lips curve up a bit more. "Look mending of hearts is a process. I could fuck him and see if it helps, but I have a feeling that will make it worse in the long run. I told him I was just going to look for a rich person. I'd make a good spoiled person."

With some positivity Angelo says "I can confirm several of my mom's friends do this expertly and successfully. You have to get in the know of how to throw a badass house party though. If this is your goal we will figure out what goes all into that. I like seeing people find their happiness and then live through that." he will hand the spoon to stir some chaos with.

"I don't know but maybe we let him decide that." There's a small nod and a bite and then the thought occurs to him. "I could trade co-conspiracy for food. Hoooow are you a baker or whatever but hate cooking is it really that different?" Words from someone that does neither.

Peyton offers a nod of her head. "I like the sugar and the creation of it. The way it makes things just a bit better. You know? Cooking? That's boring. I mean in truth, I probably could do it. I just don't want to." Her eyes slide back over him as she finishes her food. "What about your hidden talents?"

Chewing Angelo listens and nods watching her as she shares. "Yeah then avoid doing it. Uhhh hidden talents? Not cooking I don't think. I learned some for survival in college but my expertise is in making reservations. I like swimming, can surf decently well, not competitively. I know just enough about my computer to edit our tiktoks though we hired someone to do that. I do own a guitar though I don't get to play it as often as I'd like to. How about Peyton? Other than being amazingly resourceful and sugaring people's kids up, what's Peyton's hobbies there?"

Peyton considers. "I'm boring really, Sparks." Her lips curve upwards. "I am pretty good at drawing, but it's part of the candy game. I have humor only i find funny. I push lines when they are drawn. I am good in bed." She pauses to that to wink at him. Then she continues talking. "I can pick a lot of locks, move without being noticed. I can speak spanish." She pauses. "What were you speaking the other day?" Then she smiles a bit more. "I hate running. If you get me to work out, it's probably because I lost a bet. I know next to nothing about sportsball."

Peyton adds. "And I may or may not have anger issues."

Angelo chuckles and says "Aside from a few I think we all have humor only we find funny. For what help that is." Curious he does answer her with a grin switching to Spanish, "Oh yeah? I haven't had much a chance to use it in a while. Very cool." but the other question she asks he answers between drinking his coffee, "Magyar. Hungarian. My dad's family is from there."

"I don't really sportball, I do watch summer and winter Olympics and stuff. Watching the ice skaters is a lot of fun. Can I do the moves? Probably sure. Can I do that while accelerating forward at twenty miles per hour? I'd probably die." He considers the anger management issues and wonders, "Does it come from a lack of people listening?"

Peyton has finished her meal and pushed the dishes to the side. This gives her more attention to focus on him, if he wants it or not. All the Peyton attention. Her head cants to one side as she listens to him. There is a smile as she replies in Spanish, "I don't just know how to order drinks and ask for the bathroom either. Or just to swear, but I know those words well. Very well." She tips her head. "Hmm, Hungarian. Maybe you should try to teach me that one. I probably won't learn it well though."

"I can appreciate figure skating, but I can't skate. Well, I've never tried to be honest. I like the floor gymnastics and um... some of the things. I appreciate hockey but more when there are fights." Peyton offers as she smiles to him. "I'm sure you wouldn't die just get hurt a lot." She shrugs to the last question. "When I get into my feels I lose my shit. I can get jealous. I get frustrated. If I get hurt, I hurt back twice as much."

Angelo considers this and is still working at his side plates. There is a lot of foods there, but he also might be part shark and still has the metabolism of a black hole. "I mean I guess different parts of the prep. cooking food doesn't really let you decorate it like deserts do."

Curious there's a faint grin, "My hidden talents? Like being a shapeshifter ooooor?" This amusement doesn't leave him as he phishes for what she's looking for. "My hidden talents since I came here like shapeshifting, can fly which- that's cool to me. I enjoy that. Heal up really damn fast. Haven't had a hangover in forever. Not sad about that."

"Does everyone heal here? I fucking don't but you and Wes." Peyton bemoans a bit. "Although, it's probably best that I don't have that skill. I would probably hit far too many people." Her lips quirk upwards to that as she watches him. "So you can shapeshift?" Her lips curve even more as she leans across the table. However, she keeps herself and her hair from being in his food. "So you could be anything I wanted? Angelo. It's a strange way to propose, but I accept."

Angelo shrugs answering honestly, "I don't know. I think maybe us two? Probably others. No one is that unique. That's what Wes and I are testing." Angelo rolls his fork in a circle with his fingers explaining, "We've both gotten hurt kidna bad and he's worried if we go back to the mainland it'll undo what we healed but I don't think it's true because my sprain healed before I went skiing with the sibs. It didn't resprain but his injuries might be more severe than mine. I will say if it stays like this I may never leave because I know what I have done to my body and my forties will feel like deep regret." There's a faint grin.

As she asks about him being whatever he lets the ears get pointy and elflike a la Lotus War for a moment and then return back to normal thinking about it as his eyes shift through six different colours before returning to normal. "In theory yes. I can't be like a specific person btu yeah, pretty malleable. I grew a tail one night to make Wes not feel like the odd man out."

"I note that your proposal came without a ring or a comment. Oh! I should illusion a tail. We will all have tails and play pin the tail on the lizard." Peyton offers with a bright smile and easy laugh. However, then her phone lights up. A sigh. "Siblings are the worst. Something about doing dishes or something. Ugh." Peyton starts to make motions to leave before she will put her hand out. "Phone please". If he gives it to her. She will save her contact information under: Personal Wrecking Ball <3

"Let me know when you are buying me dinner next or you are having a glow rave or anything else I might want to tag along to." Also, if she gets the phone, she will take a selfie with him. Her tongue will be out as she tosses her middle finger up. All high class here.

Angelo chuckles, "They're free entertainment. They're the best." He leans forward on the table and says to her phone, "Suuup, Nick?" This is is the not so subtle suggestion to tell him he says hi. He'll wait.

Angelo pulls up his phone and opens the contacts directly for her to get directly on the add new contact and nothing else. He has siblings too- he's been classically trained. He leans into frame throwing deuces before leaning back and says to her, "Well I got lunch. I did ask." He's fair on that point.

"I will let you know and also make sure you call Diamond. She's a trip and a lot of fun. Don't..." he pauses and says with a genuine concern for Peyton, and perhaps having had this conversation with Saint before says "Don't let her get you arrested. Remember jail is boring and the food is bad and sticky." He does care.