You Said Milkshakes

[Blake Harlow]

Blake had not been back to the school that long but for the most part she was settled in, and by settled in that just meant boxes sitting in her new room in the staff dorms. She figured since she was going to be focusing on her trainer job at the school more than her recruiter job she might as well move into the staff dorms instead of living in town and having to pay rent and all the lovely bills that came with it. She had been already working on catching up with some old friends, settling in, and trying to get together having students given to her for some training. She was eager to get to work, but right now none of that mattered. She had heard that milkshakes were being made, and she loved, loved her some milkshakes. There was also the added bonus that the person making them was also a friend of hers that she had not seen in a while.

Milkshakes. Milkshakes. Milkshake. Was pretty much repeating in Blake's mind as she opened up all her boxes just to find her special milkshake glass. A glass cup that would not get in the way of the flavor, but it also had a nice little holder so she would not freeze her hands. Plus it was nice tall glasses so she could get as much of that milkshake goodness in one go. She wished she had someone with super speed around so she could dash to Tamara's room. Not that it was far or anything, but she felt like she could not get there quick enough. Either way she was there, and already knocking on the door. Her special milkshake glass in one hand and a bag full of movies and some candy in the other hand. What was better than just sitting in your friend’s room, watching a movie while drinking a milkshake? The milkshake part was pretty much all she needed and she could practically just lay there doing nothing, or in nothing so long as she had a milkshake.

Tamara knew Blake's weakness for them clearly. "Tamara, its Blake. I have a need. A need for that milkshake." Blake said, practically laying against the door. Just wishing now she could just walk right through the door and get in. She was being a little bit impatient, but there was a milkshake waiting for her. She had a right to be impatient!

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara was not a lazy person per se. But whenever she could forget the job, she loved to do so. That didn’t mean she had to leave the school. There were plenty of things to do at the academy that did not involve watching over a bunch of crazy teenagers. She could train, physically that is. She could also sit back and enjoy a movie with some popcorn. She could find some funny videos on the internet. Or she could make herself some nice milkshakes.

Tam never considered herself a good cook. She probably could ruin a meal you simply have to throw in the oven for thirty minutes, well that was mostly due in her forgetting she put it there in the first place but still. That was what the cafeteria was here for anyway, no? Shakes however, she could make. How hard was it to make anyway? All you had to do was to throw some milk, ice cream, whatever ingredients you wanted it to taste like and to blend it all together. She bet even her ten year old son could do it.

She was precisely at this step when she heard knocks on the door. Not just a little knock for someone who wanted to talk to a staff member. Was there an emergency? Well, in a way, yes there was. There was her friend Blake, nearly begging her to let her in. Who the hell told her what she was doing? The other ones were not there so she felt free to blame them all. She went to the door and opened it just enough to let half of her body out of the room, staring at her friend. “And what exactly do I have in return to one of these goodies?” she asked. Oh, she was teasing. She was aware of her friend’s weakness for those. She did bring the woman one every now and then. But no one told her she couldn’t torment Blake a little before indulging her.

[Blake Harlow]

Who told Blake that Tamara was making milkshakes? It did not matter. Blake would have found out either way. She liked to think she had this milkshake sense that would alert her to the perfect sound that a blender would make only when it was blending a milkshake. Any other blended treat could not compare to the divine goodness that was a milkshake, it was like liquid gold in Blake's mouth. Blake even remembered the first milkshake Tamara had ever given her and how they improved. Milkshakes had an art to them. You could not just throw stuff in there; it had to be the right mix. Or else it taste too much like ice cream, or the milk, or whatever treat you put in there to give it the desired flavor. It had to be that perfect blend between all of them. So Blake would argue that not just anyone could make a milkshake, or at least a good one.

The door opened, but not all the way. Blake let out a small whine, wanting to get into the room and close to the location of the creation of the milkshakes. Even watching them would be enough to satisfy her, for at least a moment. Yet Tamara was keeping her out at the moment. "Tam please, don’t do this to me." Blake said feeling herself just go weak. It was as if she was superman and milkshakes where her kryptonite. The longer she went without having one when she was so close to knowing it was being made, it was just eating away at her. Tamara had to know this and she was just being evil to Blake now. "I brought movies and candies. I clean up after. Anything. Just let me have a glass full." Blake pleaded, knocking her glass against the door. Slowly starting to slide down towards the floor as if to show that she could not go on much longer. normally she was not this dramatic, but when there were milkshakes on the line, she pretty much do anything. Well almost anything.

[Tamara Sulik]

Blake was almost comical when it came to milkshakes. Scratch that, she definitely was. And it was entertaining to watch. It was funny to hear her talk as if she had some sort of milkshake radar or something. Should have been her power, for real. The woman would have been happier even than what she had, and Tamara found her abilities pretty cool. If Tam enjoyed them, it was nothing compared to her who turned it into some form of secret art. Although, when it came to Blake and milkshakes, it kind of was. She could be almost anal with the dosage of the ingredients. Of course, if she ever found that Tam’s recipes needed to be improved, well the older woman would simply say that she should make them herself. Tam should give her a blender for Christmas. Though she probably had one. Or ten.

There was something very funny at the grown woman that was Blake whining for milkshakes like a little girl begging for a new doll or a pony. To make it even better, she not only said she brought movies and candies, which would have been enough, but also said she’d clean or do anything. Now, she didn’t expect Blake to hold to that promise once she’d get her shake but that still was funny and it made Tamara laugh before she opened the door wide. “There better not be any teenage movie in there cause I’m having enough of those in real life,” she said as she let her friend in.

She let Blake take care of closing the door and went back to the blender. “Since you were not there during the creation of these, you shall have one without the right to comment on its fruity flavour,” she warned her. Oh, she could complain, Tam will dismiss it with a snarky remark. Not like they had never been there before. She started the blender, hoping Blake wouldn’t decide now to have a conversation with her through the noise of it. Seriously, the guy at the shop said it was the quietest one they had in store. He mustn’t have tried them all. Anyway, who the hell buys a blender because he doesn’t make too much noise? Wasn’t it, like, it’s purpose, to blend things in a blare?

Soon, the milkshakes were ready and Tam extended her hand towards Blake to get her glass. “So, how is it to train those little buggers?” she asked. She was being overly sarcastic on purpose. She didn't hate them all. But there was always one to make it all bad for the rest of them.

[Blake Harlow]

Blake would put on a whole act for Tamara if the other woman wanted in order to get a milkshake. Alright, so she did have her limits for how much she would actually do one, because she was a lazy Blake sometimes. At the moment however, she had not had one of Tam's milkshakes in a while and had a need. A need so great that she was willing to make some sacrifices if need be. Blake could mimic others powers and she was very happy with that. Sure if she had the power to make milkshakes at any moment that would be cool, but also really weird. With her current ability she could sense others powers and copy them. It was basically being able to do it all, but just one at a time. As for blenders, she did have two of them. Both state of the art that could blend to perfection and the second one was just a backup in case the horrible happened and the first one broke and something.

Blake may or may not help with the cleaning. It was the least she could do after all and it was not that big of a deal. It would have been better if Blake could use someone’s ability that would help move the cleaning along. Tam's power was not something that could, so it would have to be all on Blake's effort. The door opened and Blake almost fell in since she was leaning against the door, but caught herself. Chuckling a little at the mere suggestion of a teenage movie in her bag. "Now Tamara, you should know that I need a little bit more in the movies I watch. I only watch 'kids' movies when I'm around kids." Blake said as she made her way into the room and gave a big stretch, now feeling a lot better since she was inside the room that held the milkshakes that she desired.

Blake closed the door with her foot before setting her bag down with its movies and candy content on the couch. Blake waited until Tamara started up the blender before she was going to complain about anything. "So long as you get the mix right I'll drink it. Another thing, how could you leave me out there knowing I wanted a milkshake? What would you have done if I broke your door down to get at one?" Blake said some other things that were about the milkshake, a little bit about the movie, and as well as a little bit of flirting with Tamara all while the blender was doing its thing and being noisy and what have you. When it stopped she made sure she was not longer talking and looked as if she had said nothing the whole time and was just waiting there with her cup ready to be filled with the goodness. "Well I’m still settling back into it all after doing all that recruiting, but it’s been...interesting. I take it that the little teens have been bothering you a lot with all this drama going on huh?" Blake asked with a smile on her face as she looked at her friend.

[Tamara Sulik]

What Tam probably loved the most about her power was that she had not seen that many people with it other than herself. She doubted she was the only one, since some could create illusions and that was pretty close to it though not quite. Still this particularity made it even more appealing to her eyes. That didn’t change the fact she found it pretty cool to know Blake could copy her power and try her hand at it. Double the images without having to concentrate as much as it would require her to. Who wouldn’t like to be lazy every now and then?

“Which probably means you never watch them,” she pointed out. Blake had no kids and she was not really imagining her taking the younger students here to the theatre to watch one. Tam knew her disdain for toddlers. Of course, all she saw was the puking and the dirty, smelly diapers and the waking up at all hour of the day and night. Had she carried the baby inside of her, given birth to that child, seen those big eyes opening for the first time, maybe her views on the matter would change. Or not. Tamara loved her son dearly, that didn't change the fact she sometimes wished he had never been born. There always come a time you just want a break and keep your breasts to yourself.

Tam chuckled when Blake asked how she could have left her in the dark of her milkshake day. “I’m not ashamed to say it, I wasn’t expecting to make any for you,” she said with a shrug, indeed not being ashamed of it. Hey, Blake was not inviting her every time she wanted to go shopping or clubbing right? She barely heard the rest she said and wasn’t entirely sure it was a bad thing. She probably rambled on her favourite flavours and other milkshake secret knowledge she held.

Tam poured Blake’s drug in her cup while she talked of her new job. Tam didn't think she could train them even if she wanted to. She didn’t have enough patience for it. She’d end up kicking their butt for not trying hard enough. She rolled her eyes at the mention of the drama there’s been lately. “You know, I’m just as worried as any other about SPECTER but this lockdown... Between all the new ones we had to find a room for and the moping kids there were those who thought it a good opportunity to do as they pleased,” she commented, pouring herself a milkshake as well. She tasted it at first. She thought it to be perfect but the real expert had yet said anything about it so she would not look too satisfied just yet. “I just hope we won’t have that kind of thing happening too often in the future,” she added.

[Blake Harlow]

Blake did enjoy her power and the fact that she could copy others abilities. She did not like the whole taking on their side effects however and she really did not like that she could not turn of her power to sense other mutants. Even now she could sense Tam's power and pretty much all other mutants that were in her radius. It was slightly annoying and painful, but that was what she had candy and pills for. The headache would get bad, even more so since she lived on the campus now full of mutants, but she felt like it would just be better this way. She could deal with the side effects of her abilities so dealing with others was fine in a way. Granted she would not just always copy Tam's power; even if it was cool, Blake tried to not copy her friend’s powers too much unless they were having fun or she could not help herself.

"Nope, not unless one of my friends really want to watch one or I'm trying to get a kids trust. That last only being a very, very small possibility." Blake admitted, knowing that she could deal with kids; it was part of her job after all. Yet she could not handle babies. No way, they were a mess, they were loud, and you had to do so much in order to take care of them. Plus unlike a dog or a cat it was not a few months until they could take care of themselves; it was years, years! She could not see herself as ending up with child and she would not carry it at all. Nope, someone else could do that and then take care of the kid themselves. Blake figured she would be an okay mother, once the child was at least like seven maybe ten years old. Blake was pretty sure that Tamara had a kid of her own, but she could not recall at the moment. All she could think about was that milkshake.

"You wound me Tamara, I thought we were bffs." Blake said with a chuckle but fully understood where Tam was coming from. This meant that she was just going to have to bother the woman more now that she was officially back. Meaning that there was going to be dragging Tam out with her to get wasted and throw a drinking party or something later for having survived all the dramas of SPECTRE. Plus, she never got her 'Welcome Back to BA; party that she had expected. Blake's eyes were locked on the liquid gold pouring into her hope, her breathing even stopped until her glass was back in her hands and she took a deep breath. Taking in the wonderful sent and eager to have a taste of it. "I'm going to have to take you to the spa or out drinking then to get you away from all this BA drama." Blake said giving her friend a smile before going to take the milkshake.

A moan escaped. It was good. Sure it was not like the best milkshake she had in the world, but it was still really, really good. Especially when you did not have your milkshake fix for the day; hence the moan. Was not a fake moan either, it was a real moan of enjoying the drink, noting kinky about it or anything like that. After having a nice mouthful of the milkshake and enjoying it as it sat in her mouth and worked its way down into her system so got a small brain freeze, which helped oddly with the headache she currently had. "I agree with that as well. For now, let us distract ourselves with milkshakes, candy, movies, and each other’s company." Blake said as she moved closer towards her friend, peeking to see if there was anything left in the blender so she could snag it and then taking another drink as she short of half rested her body on Tam's for a moment.

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara could not imagine an adult willing to watch a teenage movie. Unless it was an old one they used to watch when being a teenager themselves and wanted to remember the good old days. Not that Tam personally found it that good. She loved training her ability to see her limits but other than that, high school was but an ocean filled with backstabbing sharks. She wouldn’t want to relive her younger years. She was more than happy right now, as an adult. Maybe she had responsibilities, but that also meant that whoever would like to be bitchy with her can be punished with more than a warning or a detention. Yeah, she liked adulthood. She raised her eyebrows with a light small at the thought of Blake watching a kid’s movie. It was even less likely than a teenage one. Though the image was rather funny. Now, she knew Blake was good with teenagers. She had to, to be a recruiter and a trainer, since she had to deal with them at their weakest moment, when their world shattered and they thought they were monsters. Still, it was funny.

She laughed at the mention of bffs. “A good thing it’s a child-free area, you imagine if they heard you, they’d think we’re trying to act young. They probably think I’m a cougar,” she let out. She didn't like that term, cougar. She was no cougar. Alright, she was over thirty and yes she liked the whole flirting game, including with men a bit younger than she was, but she never went under 25. Can you be a cougar then? That was ridiculous. “Besides, I never know when you’re here and when they send you to pick up someone. Though I suppose you’ll do it less now that you’re also a trainer, right?” she added. Anyway, one milkshake will not cause the end of their friendship, no matter how much the lady loved them. They were not that shallow.

“Sounds like a plan,” Tam said with a smile as Blake suggested they should go out, away from all the drama at the school lately. Tamara didn’t want to think what could happen next. She left that for others to worry about. She was still ready to do her part when the time would come but until then, she would much rather not have to deal with it. She had enough to do already. She looked at Blake with amusement as she heard her moan. It wasn’t that loud or anything but the blender was no longer working and they were just the two of them so it was pretty easy to hear it. “My, that must be a new exploit of mine, making a woman moan without even touching her,” she said. Oh, she was merely teasing but Blake knew that right? She raised an eyebrow when she moved closer, at first wondering what she was doing exactly. She knew her too much to think she was hitting on her as a reward for the milkshake. She turned her head to follow her gaze and saw the blender. She chuckled and moved away a bit to let her see for herself what was left in it, which meant not much. She walked to the couch and dropped on it. “So what did you bring then, if not a teenage movie?” she asked.

[Blake Harlow]

Blake could watch classics anytime with friends, because they were classics and she did enjoy her little trips down memory lane. Sure she was not one for living in the past, but thinking back to it was never a bad thing. Not that she was living in the past or anything crazy like that, just simply remembering how things were. Blake's time at the school was not too bad. Sure there were the whole drama and issues that she had to deal with, but so did every teenager. Her most stressful thing probably would have been relationships. When you were a teenager feeling all sorts of different things, dealing with your body growing into itself and being a mutant on top of that and dealing with learning to control your power, it was a stressful time. She was actually surprised that she even dated people but she enjoyed it either way and still enjoyed it now, even if she was single.

Blake chuckled at Tam's words about how this was a child-free zone and that if people heard them they might think they were cougars. In all honesty Blake could care less what someone else chose to label her. She was not trying to act young but there was nothing bad about thinking of someone as your best friend forever. Blake saw Tam in that light, along with a few other people she had known for a while. At least really good friends for sure. "There are these wonderful devices call cell phones which allow you to send a quick message to find out where I am." Blake teased as she sipped from her milkshake, now taking her time while she drank it. "Yes, I'm focusing more on the trainer part, well more so asked since the whole SPECTRE thing, but still will be sent out to collect kids every now again since I'm also really good at that." Blake pointed out and understood why she was asked to still keep both jobs, it was because of her power and well her skill in both areas after having done both for a few years now.

One missed milkshake would not mess up their friendship; it would take a lot more than that to mess up what Tamara and Blake had with one another. Blake had a small pout on her face when there was not much left in the blender so that just meant she was going to have to drink her current one really slow and savor it. Blake chuckled at Tam's words about what her new skill must have been. "You might of had that ability already years ago and didn't even know it." Blake pointed it out but not saying anything more on that unless Tam pried for more information. Blake had hinted at something but the milkshake was distracting her more and also she understood Tam to a certain degree. Blake had not been hinting on her for the milkshakes no, if she was going to hit on someone she was going to be direct about it. For now however again the milkshakes was distracting her until Tam walked away and made herself comfortable on the couch.

Blake headed over to her and dumped the movies next to Tam on the couch; all of them rated R of course because PG-13 was weak. "Pick whatever you like." Blake said as she sat on the other side of Tam and worked on enjoying every sip of her milkshake and finding it a challenge to drink it slow.

[Tamara Sulik]

She had to admit, there were some great movies from when they were teenagers. Some didn’t age so well, others, well you just couldn’t believe how you used to like it before, even less how you might have found the actor so cute. They could still be entertaining though. There was no telling it, there always was at least one thing you preferred from ‘back in the days’. No matter how old you sounded after speaking those words. Tam would never imagine she’d feel old while being only thirtysomething.

Tam didn't mind if those kids called her a cougar or anything else of the like. When you’re fifteen, you could easily consider someone in their thirties as old. She probably thought the same herself and might even have insulted a few of her teachers or adults she had been around at the time. But they better not call her that to her face. There was a limit between letting a teenager consider you as old and letting him say it out loud. Especially that term. It made her feel perverted, knowing how she dealt with children for her job. What was considered too young for her anyway, other than the obvious illegal kids she’d never touch? She even had trouble going after college students, even when they came flirting with her in bars, precisely because she saw them as school boys. She was no cougar. She would not permit anyone to call her that, to her face at least.

“Oh my God, cell phones can do that now? Technology never ceases to amaze,” she let out, faking astonishment before grinning at the stupidity of her own joke. She nodded as the conversation took a slightly more serious turn as they talked of Blake’s job. She could be sarcastic all she wanted, or claim those kids would be the death of her, she still admired what Blake’s job was and understood its importance. “It’s incredible what you’re all doing. I don’t think I’d have the patience,” she admitted. Not to add that she would probably distract them more than anything. Well, Blake probably did also, she had a killer body too.

She chuckled as Blake said she might have had this particular skill for longer than she thought. Tam never thought Blake was seriously hitting on her or anything. They let out little comments like that every now and then but it meant nothing to the woman. Just like with Guy, Tamara would not risk a good relationship based on respect with sexual tension. It made her oblivious whether or not Blake was thinking the same.

As Blake tossed the movies her way, she dug her way through the lot. Some they had seen before, either together or on their own. She picked up at last. “This one,” she said, showing it to Blake so she would know and approve before she’d set it in the DVD player.

[Blake Harlow]

Blake did enjoy her some classics every now and again, she was not all that picky when it came to movies...sometimes. It all depended on who she was with and her mood at the time that would effect it. Right now she was in a much laid back and calm state now that she had a milkshake and she was hanging out with Tamara. She reached under her shirt to unhook on of the dog tags of the many she had clipped onto her belt and moved to swap out the one she was currently wearing for the yen and yang dog tag. It reflected her mood the best when she was feeling how she currently was feeling. Blake was still twenty-nine, but she would be thirty in a few months and yet she still didn't really feel old or anything. She could still do everything that she enjoyed doing and still had her looks about her after all these years. She was pretty confident that she was going to age well and possibly still look good in her fifties...well late forties.

As for who she would flirt with...well they had to at least be in their twenties for sure if she was even going to give it the time of day. Going for around her age group was what she preferred since males did mature slower than females she typically went for the older than her boys and the little bit younger than her girls. Yet that was not always true, she was pansexual so pretty much it was more so the persons personality then their sex that made the difference. Of course age did play a part because no way was she going near anyone under the age of twenty for sure. Blake chuckled either way at Tam's joke, finding it to be a good one after all and oh so very much like Tam. "You're not even old Tam. Bet I could name like five people who would love some alone time with you." Blake pointed out as she took another small sip of the milkshake, damn why did it have to be so good and only one glass of it? Blake sort of hoped however that Tam did not ask her to list them off because one, she would be one of the five, and two because she just got back and didn't even know how many people around she even knew.

"I prefer going out and getting the kids a little more than the training, but with my mutation it just seems like the right thing to pay the school back in some way." Blake said, and that was pretty much why she did it. Sure she enjoyed her job but at the end of the day Bellefonte Academy had been her home as a little girl, teenager, and now as an adult. It just felt right to be here and not just because she really didn't have anywhere else to go or even know where to go. Blake was pretty much thinking the same as Tam and pretty much always had when it came to her friends. She pretty much had a crush on pretty much all of her friends and it was difficult sometimes to just keep to trying to stay friends. She felt like she did a good job at keeping her feelings hidden from her friends, but she could only read minds when she was around those with the ability too. Either way Blake could not lie to herself and say that any of her feelings were fully gone.

Blake squinted at the movie Tam held up and nodded her head in agreement to the selection. "Excellent choice Tam." Blake said as she plopped down on the couch and made herself comfortable, still taking her time with her milkshake. Even patting the spot right next to her for Tam to come sit with her.


{I hope you have a movie in mind, because I don't XD and I'm pretty much cool for working with whatever movie you pick and we can also time skip if you can’t think of any lol}

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara recalled a movie once where they explained how the pretty girls always brought a plainer one with them, so they’d look even better. Tam never did that. Or if she did, she had no memory of it. It wasn’t like she based her friendship on look only. Otherwise, she’d be spending all of her time with Guy to look taller and cuter. She loved Blake and even if some might consider it competition when taking a gorgeous friend out to find some men, it only made it all the more interesting. Then again, Blake was just as much interesting when they stayed together to watch a movie while eating junk. Because watching a movie with a friend was amusing, whether you were fifteen or thirty. Or twenty-nine and thirty-one in their case. She could barely believe she reached the bar of the thirties already. She sure didn't feel like it. And by the looks she received from some students, neither did they. She hoped it would stay like this until she was old, well older.

“What, only five!? Please, neither of us should walk alone in the college dorms at night,” she replied, pretending to be offended she could only name five people. When you’re 18 or something, being thirty like such a big deal. Once you’ve hit it you realized you’re no different from when you were a day younger. It really was all in the head. She knew some kids who acted like thirtysomething more than she did while she knew some in their fifties who liked to think they were still kids, without it having anything to do with Alzheimer.

She nodded as she mentioned the kids’ powers as well as hers. “I don’t have your loyalty to the school, obviously, but I know what you mean,” she said. Obviously, since she didn’t study here to begin with. She grew somewhat loyal to Bellefonte. But she knew she was a bit of an opportunist. She would try to profit from ratting out secrets about the place, but should her life or her son’s be at stake, she’d talk. Still, she totally understood the whole desire to pay back to the school. Tamara never felt all too attached to hers but it was still something she could relate to or at least understand.

“I think so as well,” she said with a nod when Blake approved her choice of movie. Luke Evans. That alone made it worth. The fact you saw his butt, if only for a second, was a nice bonus. Plus the director made great movies. And they were not little girls scared of horror and fake blood. Now, if only the woman in it was not called Tamara and didn’t have probably the ugliest fake boobs in Hollywood. But you can’t have it all.

She put the movie in the DVD player and sat right next to Blake, giving her a brief smile before skipping the ads and go straight to the menu to start it.

[Blake Harlow]

Blake appreciated her looks, but she had a greater appreciation for others looks over her own. The thought of taking someone out to one up them in looks or anything like that never really crossed her mind because she didn't care. If she was going out to hang with someone then that was all she was doing, simple as that. She preferred to lounge around and take things easy and only actually got competitive in sports. Anything relating to snow or water would bring out her competitive side but even then that was less about looks and more about the skills of another person. That was what it boiled down to in the end for Blake. She was a trainer after all and it was more important to her that someone had skill to control their power over what they we wearing or looked like. Heck with the way she dressed some days she had no right to talk about looks and never did unless it was in the form of a compliment or someone ended up getting on her bad side.

Tamara was thirty-one, but Blake would soon be joining her friend in the whole being thirty category so even then age was not that big of a deal. Blake had her age range that she liked and certain types of people so if those were met things were great. Tamara of course met those requirements but most of Blake's friends did so there was no real surprise there. Tam's comment had Blake chuckling a little, noting that those words were possibly very true. "True. You will end up with people knocking on your door for more than to complaining to you about their issues and wanting to bother you for milkshakes." Blake said with a smile as she gestured to her milkshake and took another sip from it. Blake never felt her age, but sometimes she actually forgot her age. Not as in she completely forgot it or acted like a child, but if she was to just be asked out of the blue how old she was it would take her a moment before she would be able to respond.

“Well you did attend another school, which you will have to tell me more about it sometime.” Blake pointed out, having been there once to drop off a few kids when she was in that area helping find mutant children when there was some understaffing a while back. She lived and breathed Bellefonte so it was all she really knew but understood that Tamar might not feel the same way. She was still living here, working here, and she had friends here. Hopefully that would always remain enough for Tamara that she would not leave out of the blue one day without saying anything. “You have my loyalty too.” Blake added after a moment, just letting her friend know that Blake did have her back through it all in the end. Blake made herself comfortable, drinking her milkshake slow as she started to slip into her lounging state. A brief smile and the movie was soon playing, Blake having forgotten the film a little so was mostly quite as it started up and while it was playing.

Now the movie was not scary or anything, violent but not actually scary or anything like that. Blake was just happy there were no graveyards that she could remember. She was pretty sure that she had purged all graveyard related films from her collection but a few could have slipped in. “Good thing films like these don’t ruin my appetite. Would it be bad if I said I feel a little hungrier?” Blake murmured her words, but they could have been heard, but for the most part so was keeping it hush-hush. It was probably just the milkshake making her feel like she just wanted more to eat and not the film...yeah the milkshake.

[Tamara Sulik]

When she was a teenager, Tamara certainly insulted some adults, calling them old. Or say that ‘age being only in the head’ was but an excuse from old people to act like immature kids. Now that she was an adult, worse, an adult that reached the thirties, she could understand what it meant. She still would not excuse fiftysomething using that to justify their Lolita syndrome. But she’d be damned if anyone dared calling her old. Just look at her! Can you seriously call that old? Well, if you were into kids, she supposed so, but she definitely did not want to go there. The same could be said about Blake. She chuckled and shook her head at what her friend said. “I allow this behaviour only from you,” she replied. Of course, in a non-joking matter, if a kid came at his door for help, she would not turn him down. But if anyone came for milkshake, and that person was not a certain Blake Harlow coming with a plan to go shopping, or clubbing or with a movie to watch like right now, well that person will end up with a door slammed at their face. Simple as that.

She smiled as they mentioned St. Cadou. Tam shrugged. To her, it was a school, nothing more, as uninteresting as describing the small shithole of a town she came from. “There’s not much to say about it. Classes, training... Have you ever seen Dracula’s castle? Even it is disappointing comparing to what you imagine,” she answered. The last comment was just a way of telling Blake not to idealize St Cadou. It was different from Bellefonte in some ways of course, since it was not run by the Bellefonte family or in America. But in the end, a school was a school, no matter where you came from.

Tamara had yet found a place she’d call home. A place where she would build a nest and start living in. Bellefonte was slowly growing on her but the fact she still resided here at the school instead of getting an apartment told her she was not yet ready to settle down. She didn't know why she couldn’t. She always seemed to think the grass was greener the other side of the fence. She smiled as her friend said she had her loyalty but did not reply to that. If she liked it, Tam was still unsure what to fully make of it.

There were no cemeteries in it if there were a lot of blood. So Blake should be fine. Unless she decided a junkyard was a car cemetery and so was scary. As for Tam, she was just glad that when the guy went inside the wood chipper that they did not see it entirely. She loved some gore but there was a limit and some movies didn’t seem to get it. She chuckled when Blake told her she was actually hungry. “Maybe it’s all that corn syrup?” she said as she dug in Blake’s candy stash for some.

[Blake Harlow]

Blake herself could only recall maybe a handful of times where she might have called an adult old behind their back. Most of her comments would revolve around things she didn't like or liked about adults and less about their age. Age itself was an important number to a certain point, but once you were past like twenty-one then Blake found it less weird for someone who was say thirty dating a twenty-one year old. If she could remember right her parents were ten years apart and normally she would have seen that as super weird and gross growing up but because they were in her thirties and forties it mattered less then. For her it only seemed creepy when say a sixty year old was dating a twenty-one year old, but then again things like that happened long ago in the past with old guys marrying teenagers and it still happened today, more often for money reasons then actual love.

"Aww, making me feel special Tamara." Blake said with a smile as she was getting down to the last of her milkshake, even with her trying to drink it slow. There was a smile followed by a shrug as Tam went to talk about how St. Cadou didn't really have much to it. Normal classes, training and then a reference to Dracula’s Castle. Blake had never been there herself but she had seen pictures of it so had something of an idea. "Whoa, so it was not super creepy and easy to get lost in?" Blake asked since that was what she was picturing and students going missing because of some trap door or hidden passage way or something like that. Blake's mind wondered a bit how things must have been there for Tamara and if she had a ton of friends there or missed it at all some days. Blake was just happy that Tamara was here wither way and that they ended up friends and had their time together. Blake was going to have to step it up and not be so lazy and take Tamara on a shopping trip or possibly even go to the spa.

Blake was fine with junk yards, it was just junk, no tomb stones, or the outright knowledge that you were stepping on dead people. Yeah she understood there could be dead people in a junk yard and that at some point she was probably stepping on a dead person one way or another and just not realizing it. It was just the graveyards themselves really in the end. The movie didn't have any in it so Blake was fine. The gore was not so bad and Blake was amazed just how far the guy was willing to go to make people pay for what they had done. It reminded her of that one movie about the guy who went out and killed once his family was slathered and wore a skull on his shirt. Tam chuckled at Blake's comment which was a good thing that she was not worried about what Blake had just said.

"Might be. Or that this milkshake was just so good that I desire more goodness in me." Blake said watching as Tam got herself some candy, moving as if she was going to snag something from Tam but got something out of the bag herself. A cherry lollypop that she quickly opened up and started sucking on it as she went to try and focus on the movie. "What do you want to do after this?" Blake asked in a lower tone in case Tamara was really getting into the movie and Blake didn't want to interrupt her.