The most recent wave of giggles has faded. (Post Bachelor Party - Pre CfJ)

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"Oh man. That was awful of us." Bette doesn't look like she thought it was awful. She looks like she thought it was a laugh riot. "We're bad, bad people." Of course that nearly sets off another wave of the giggles as she looks over to her compatriot.

Pausing, she looks around and scruchnes up her face some. "Where the hell are we anyway?" They've wandered some from Warriors, not having had anywhere specific in mind to get to after leaving. "Ah who cares. We can worry about it later." A pause, "That was awesome. In a horrible way. I'm starving. Are you hungry? We should get some hashbrowns."

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"No idea," Jesse says before peering at Bette. "Are you really drunk? Hashbrowns?"

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Jesse's place, as it happens, is a penthouse in a high-rise residence that overlooks the waterfront. With its wrap-around balcony and modern, marble-laden conveniences, it leaves little doubt as to the cost of such a dwelling...but most of the place, though well decorated and clean - oh, anally tidy - lacks a certain warmth. Only a few things distinctly Jesse are in evidence, most particularly photographs of her parents and her. A photograph of Wally is also prominent.

That is pretty much it.

"Make yourself at home," she says once they've landed on the balcony and Jesse's walked inside. "I'll see what I can find for you."

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Jesse's head tilts as she mentions, "Um...you don't really seem quite right. You're acting like I acted when I walked in on Wally, before we were dating, coming out of the shower wearing only a....Oh."

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"Get past it?" Jesse echoes after what feels like forever. Because she's really not sure what to say or think, and her voice states as much.

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Jesse attacks the Power Girl thing first, noting, "Well, I'm taller and you have that thin gymnast's bo..." Oh. "You saw me with Dick? Bette, he totally groped me. And then I bumped him thinking he was WALLY. What a stoop."

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How to ask this? Jesse pours coffee for the both of them, taking her own cup black while she ponders the phrasing. "Is it really that hard, being around me and doing...you know, nothing?"

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The front door opens, and Wally does a Kramer slide into the room... before realizing that she'd run off with the Riddlerina and maybe that was... shit.

The front door closes again, then comes a strong knock from the outside.

"Uh... Jesse?"

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"Jesse, I made him grope you, I don't think I have a right to bitch about that."

Then he blinks 500 more times.

"You... pulled off Power Girl. Well.

...

"You... pulled off a Power Girl stripper."

Suddenly, she's lifted off her feet, swept into an embrace.

"I'm so proud of you!"

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"Um... almost?"

His brow furrows to hash that out.

"Vic has told you that you can have sex with whoever you want until you're comfortable settling down? I assume that means he gets the same bill of rights there?"

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Kiss. Kiss is... Oh, no, no. Can't.

Bette pulls back, chuckling.

"A little a head of the game, there, Wally."

She's shaking, just a bit, as she starts to turn toward the coffee machine.

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Wally glances between the two of them, all stammery and twitchy and embarrassed.

Just like he is.

"At least... I'm not the only one here at a complete loss for how to deal with this."

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When they head out there, Wally's already eating the pizza on the couch, a beer cracked open.

"Took you guys long enough."

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Wow, that's awesome.

But Bette's getting antsy and trying to squirm away...

So he pulls back from Jesse a little.

"Ahem... darling, we have company," he says, in a muttered Thurston Howell... although he doesn't look to be too put out by that kiss.

Then a glance over to Bette as he quells the vibration in his leg. Still convinced that at any moment, someone's going to get utterly weirded out and screw up the vibe in the room.

Really afraid it's going to be him.

"You guys... uh... really have the hots for each other?" he asks, quietly...

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Jesse's not the sort to talk people into doing something, at least not like this, not when someone has so many obvious doubts. "Want me to walk you to the door?" she queries quietly.