#Penny Thread

[morethanweseem]

@sheldoney

"What the frick, you're a what?!" Penny threw her cup of water into Sheldon's face, a defensive reaction that just came to her.

[title]

“Ring out the old year, ring in the new. Ring-a-ding-ding.”

An Affair to Remember (1957), After the Thin Man (1936), Carol (2015), Remember the Night (1940), When Harry Met Sally... (1989), Sunset Boulevard (1950), The Holdovers (2023), Penny Serenade (1941), Phantom Thread (2017)

[morethanweseem]

"That is not what we're talking about!" She straightened the bottom of her shirt. "But thank you." It was nice to be told she looked good. She worked hard on keeping fit. Rolling her eyes when he insisted that he couldn't get rid of his things, she picked the magazine back up and waved it. "If Leonard Nimoy was still doing movies and stuff, he'd be in here too. Just because these are celebrities you don't care about doesn't mean they're not worth me reading about."

Okay, he pissed her off. There was no coming back from this now. Well, he could kiss her but he was afraid she would bite his tongue off. And he very much liked having a tongue. "It means you have an hour glass figure like Marilyn Monroe, Penny. And no, I am never going to get rid of my Spock collection. And you gave me that napkin with Leonard Nimoy's signature that is just wrong of you to say something like that!"

@morethanweseem (Penny Teller)

[tweetingukpolitics]

[magikborn]

@mythicalitiy

"I KNOW M." FROWNING, HE WENT TO SIT BESIDES HER. "You know its been all fucked since I showed up in your Penny's place. I remember how long it took everyone." If it was anything like what Ryan felt, it sucked. "As nerdy as the dude is, he doesn't deserve it." Sighing, he put a hand on Margo's leg and squeezed. "As many times as it takes. You're not alone. Besides someone's gotta keep fruit loops in line. I hate to see what Ryan is liked pissed. And I'm not sayin' accidentally blow up the bar pissed either. This whole thing is fucked."

[galarglory]

🐤

Tweeting Out to Friends

[musaeon]

she's been working so hard lately . . .

Tsukasa looked at Nene, tilting his head. The girl had her back turned to him, not noticing the older boy's stare -- a rather advantageous thing for Tsukasa, given his proclivity to watch people. While he would normally leave her well enough alone, he didn't think she had left that spot for . . . awhile now, so engrossed in whatever it was she was doing. He was starting to worry if she had been overworking herself . . .

well . . . certainly such dedication is worthy of a reward, no?!

Struck by a novel idea, Tsukasa smiled and approached, wrapping his arms around her tightly the moment of arrival. His smile widened as he lifted her up just slightly off the ground.

" a ha ha ha!! i have finally caught you now, witch! you won't escape from me again! try as you might to struggle, it is futile! "

unprompted // always accepting

     Realistically, Nene should've taken a break by now. She's been looking over this script for... she's not quite sure how long. She wanted to be ready for their next performance of this particular show, even if it wasn't for a while. It is true that she's been working hard, along with the rest of the troupe of course, but there's always this drive to keep pushing herself and working harder.

     (She calls the others show addicts, but it's not like she's immune to the claim either. She really does love performing after all.)

     Her being so engrossed in the script means she hasn't been paying attention to her surroundings, causing a yelp of surprise to leave her upon feeling arms wrap around her. "Hey, what are you doing?!" There's a moment of panic, being lifted up in the air, and she's about to retort at Tsukasa, only to let out a small sigh at his words. Well, it's not like she can be too mad at him.

     Besides, the smile on his face says it all. She can't really say no to him, a small smile of her own crossing her face as well.

     "Oh no, whatever will I do, trapped in your clutches?" She struggles, just a little, to make the point clear. "How ever am I to escape from you, o courageous and brave hero?"

[ladiesandwitches]

Penny starter for @halliwellauto who liked the thing

Being dead didn't necessarily mean you missed out on life, and since her passing Penny hadn't gotten more than used to being summoned back to the living world by her family for one reason or another. And even if she wasn't, sometimes she decided she had best just turn up anyway.

But usually she found herself in the manor, a familiar sight, and much more aesthetically pleasing than the one she had now. While not sure whether she'd been actively conjured or the Powers That Be had just decided she needed to be here, she was certain however that she didn't like the look of the place.

"Well, I don't expect a lot of ceremony when I come here, but I wouldn't mind something a little nicer than..." She looked around with a frown. "Is this an auto shop?"

[hamofjustice]

I don't want to just painstakingly copypaste my triple-layered self-QRT thread about it on Twitter and any other ones floating around but

I am very emotionally invested in seeing Penny, Arven, and (personally) especially Nemona again in the Scarlet/Violet DLC, after GF followed up the best 3 hours of Pokemon game story ever by having to abruptly cut it off the second these lonely kids finish opening up to you and say you can hang out with them anytime. Which you never do. It was some pretty painful whiplash, and I was sure the main point of the DLC was to relieve that, especially when their arcs don't seem quite complete yet. Very clever, evil marketing! But uh... well... about that...

It is very worrying that aside from a little "the story so far" montage, they have not been seen or mentioned in promotional material/footage whatsoever. Y'know, DLC for the game that's about how the real treasure was the friends you found along the way (literally, in Nemona's case), and even if your family and support systems fail you, you still have each other? Written from the heart by someone who said Arven's story is inspired by their own life? With the sappy Ed Sheeran song about reaching out for connection with others, that also seems to be named after Team Star? The game where one of the features the devs seemed most proud of was going on adventures and into boss fights with 3 of your friends? The game that ended with a fully functional and quite immersive bonding adventure with these characters you'd gotten to know and care about, that basically everyone thought was the best part of the game by a mile, and were left wishing the whole game was like that?

Yeah, I (and everyone else) have been driving around alone in that game for 8 months ever since finishing that story. 8 months of minor updates with a ton of the beloved characters functionally or literally gone, while we go around doing online stuff with nothing else to do in the world, with a single player postgame more barren than we had on Game Boy Color (thank god for mints and bottle caps though). I'm left just... wanting to go back to the way things were before I beat the game. Not to be overly dramatic, but this world I supposedly saved feels like one I failed to save. And I'm getting really frustrated. (The framerate hasn't gotten any better, either, but this isn't about that.)

It's like Game Freak (or whoever forced this thing out a year early, or both) never expected you to boot the game up again once you got bored of the Ace Academy Tournament, which the game acts like is the entire total of what you could want from being friends and "rivals for life" with your squad (I mean I'm the sicko that loves Tera Raids, so I'm not that bored, but still). It makes a bunch of implications that your adventure is just beginning, and then it totally just... isn't. Why is the E4 building closed? Why do you only rematch the gyms once? And most of all, for me personally: Why did we get access to our friends' rooms if there's nothing to do or talk about there? (Besides look for character study clues, which they have lots of)

All they could come up with when asked to write a newsletter email about what you can still do in S/V and why you should still be playing it was Raids. That was it. Remember when you had an endless challenge in the Tower/Maison that you could optionally take on with a bunch of story characters as your partners instead of alone, that motivated you to keep getting stronger bit by bit? Remember rematching gym leaders multiple times and watching their teams grow and evolve each time? Yeah, there's none of that here, because that would take more than a week to implement. If you want friends and you want battles, you'll have to do it yourself online now. They're not allocating any budget for that.

Your rival for life, who's so excited you're on her level now, who seems to have the passion and skill to be the your Battle Tower gameplay loop by herself if she wanted to, who battles you for hours offscreen with multiple teams, whose whole character arc is that she finally has someone she can do this with... is fully static, with one kinda mediocre team that never grows or changes. She can't keep up with you and doesn't know what items or EVs are. You have to get lucky to even see her at all. She is no more your rival than your Home Ec teacher is (no offense Saguaro, you're cool too). I think it's really, really sad.

I'm left nostalgic and pining to go back, having to cope through fanfic because my character can't spend the day with - or even so much as take a new trainer card photo with - the girl who said they might be her greatest treasure, without resetting my save, because she and the others are standing somewhere that the camera and internet features are both disabled.

Like, legitimately, I want to keep being friends with these kids the way we were before, and have the ability to do post-game stuff with them, like being able to go out and adventure together whenever in some basic, non-story capacity, or just, I don't know, maybe give them more than one line of dialogue in their rooms? I don't want a new region or new characters. Not yet, anyway.

I thought I was preordering the continuation of their story and rewarding the company for making me care about Pokemon so much again.

But, uh... I'm really worried that the people who own these characters do not care. And as I said on the trailer's comments before they turned them off (lol), I'll be pissed enough to not buy any more games if I'm right, and we're forced to abandon these poor kids. At the very least, it's some pretty garbage marketing to leave the possibility of that up in the air. If nothing else, that is a frustration that I'm going to keep talking about for a while, even if it ends up being fine.

I thought it was impossible, and I was being silly. Why not have our friends in cute new outfits as promo art when the DLC was first announced, and all they had was promo art? Seems like an easy slam dunk. Oh, they didn't yet? Well, I'm sure it'll happen eventually.

And then they weren't in the trailer either, months later. Are they trying to sell us on it or not?

The whole reason I want the DLCs. Still not a single word acknowledging them, just that little opening montage. Still no hints of how the DLCs have anything to do with Area Zero's ongoing story, either. How is a sea turtle linked with a landlocked crater?

So like... At this point I have to assume both DLCs start with you making your friends cry as they're left alone again, arbitrarily excluded from events they're more than qualified to be invited to, to make room for some new dweebs we don't need, who won't be given nearly enough time to be as compelling as Nemona, Arven, and Penny were, because that makes the trailer look more like a new game, and that's the only way they know how to advertise. More. New. Buy. Consume. Throw away. Buy. Consume. Throw away. I should assume this so that whatever we get can't be worse.

But they're probably not (self-aware enough / allowed / both) to write that. Your lonely / orphaned / anime-binging friends might just cheer you on for getting to go do something cool like being forced to train a new legendary because the story said so, then go back to being statues with as much relevance to your life as an NPC in a third story apartment that tells you what a hold item is.

Can't I just live in Paldea with my friends, in the version of the game we would have gotten if it was finished, instead of being pulled into these adventures for the sake of looking good in a trailer? (which it doesn't btw lol) It's not an unrealistic thing to want when that's what it briefly was, and I was so excited that it would keep being that I've been thinking about it this entire time.

...

I hope I'm wrong about all this, and next year I can look back on this post, happy that the DLC did actually allow us to continue to take care of these characters, conclude Area Zero's mysteries in a satisfying way, fix up some technical issues, let us relive some things that are currently once-only (including letting us see that photo album our character made but we had to screenshot ourselves), and make it fun to keep playing for years afterward, and let that be the model for games going forward, but uh...

They really are not showing me anything I care about in the game I desperately want to care about, that I saw - and wanted to defend - the heart in, despite the circumstances it was produced under, and that really worries and frustrates me. The surprisingly many great things about this game got my hopes up for an awesome postgame full of warm fuzzy feelings and cool things to do 8 months ago that just didn't deliver, and now, I'm not sure if they'll even let me pay for one, at this rate, because they're not advertising one.

Just throw us a scrap. If whoever's in charge here stops caring about this story, I won't care about the next one.

Anyone else feeling this?

[todomemolesta18]

A thread of all my favourite ships Pt 2

Remember that this is my personal taste so dont get offended or anything ^-^

LETS FUCKIN GO.

(In case you didnt see it, here is part 1

18. Puss in boots x Kitty Soft Paws (Puss in boots the last wish)

19. Max x Roxanne (A goofy movie)

20. Rapunzel x Eugene (Tangled)

21. Steven x Connie (Steven universe)

22. Rigby x Eileen (Regular show)

23. Finn x Princess Flame (Adventure time)

24 Bonnibel x Marceline

25. Jake x Lady Rainicorn

26. Gumball x Penny (The amazing world of Gumball)

25. Katara x Zuko (Avatar the last airbender)

26. Toph x Aang

27. Sokka x Suki

28. Mickey x Minnie mouse

29. Lady and the Tramp

30. Marco x Tom (Star vs the forces of evil)

31. Adora x Glimmer (Shera and the princesses of power)

32. Nick x Judy (Zootopia)

I promise, next part is last one ^-^

[morethanweseem]

@sheldoney asked: ‘ you look miserable. ’ (Penny)

"And you look like a pencil." The snap was rude and abrasive. But she was miserable and well, she was mean when she was upset. Pressing her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose, she huffed. "Sorry. I just got rejected for a role I really wanted."

[silcntsinners]

Starter for @deathtransformed

Ethan had so much dread inside of him knowing this ball would only stir up all the feelings he had for Vanessa. His love for her was so deep rooted that no woman could ever compare and yet he couldn’t help but feel anger and sadness towards the woman, she had picked a different path and that path was beside another man who he had not had the pleasure of meeting… yet. Tonight that would be that night and Ethan had to keep telling himself that he didn’t care, that he would be civil and respectful.

As night approached, Ethan had made his way to the ball with his date on his shoulder, walking in proudly to not show any discomfort. Hecate had been courting him for a while and yet ethan hadn’t been giving her much thought until recently. He looked across the room to the wooden bar, not many had arrived yet but the place was starting to fill up with more and more guests. “Can I get you a drink?” He offered, giving the woman a soft smile. “A nice red wine please” she spoke as Ethan nodded and walked to the bar, only turning when feeling a touch to his shoulder. It was as if he knew the feeling, he knew her.

“Ms Ives” he said before even turning around, moving his eyes towards her date then back onto her. “It’s a pleasure to see you again and nice to finally meet your date” he spoke out, not wanting to even say the word ‘date’ but it was the truth. “I hope you are keeping well” Ethan added, acting as though they were nothing but acquaintances.

[morethanweseem]

Penny stopped, a bottle mid-pour while she stared at Sheldon. "Uh. Well I mean. He's your best friend. You know, he's nice. And smart. And he --" Well. "You know, he's really nice. And he's always there for me." Fiddling with her station, she straightened up a few glasses. What did she see in Leonard? He was a good guy. Her whole group was a bunch of great guys. Sure Howard was a perv and Raj was kind of bitchy, and Sheldon was...Sheldon. But they all, in general, made her feel secure.

@morethanweseem

Sheldon made a face and wasn't quite sure if he was more upset of the fact that Penny wasn't agreeing with him or she took away his special iced tea. "Hey! What are you---fine." He sulked. "I just don't understand what you see in him." UH OH. Sheldon turned beet red and realized it was the drink that was making him say that out loud.

[patrick-flanagan]

a lot can happen in the dark || penny & patrick

WHO: Penny Sylvester @pennysylvester & Patrick Flanagan

WHERE: Random dive bar/Patrick's apartment

WHEN: Thursday, the 24th of October

WHY: At a random bar in LA, Penny and Patrick meet, and even though she tells him that she's married, it doesn't stop her from going back to Patrick's place.

WARNINGS: Implications of NSFW, Fade to black x2

PENNY SYLVESTER:

Following the earthquake, being locked down without Logan for a week and not knowing for sure whether he was safe or not, Penny thought she had a new perspective on their relationship; she thought that maybe the problems she'd felt in their marriage were all in her head. Reuniting with him was exciting, and emotional, and passionate—all of the things she hadn't felt in the longest time. It had been short-lived, though, and when she'd woken up the next morning wrapped safely in his arms, it was like the lockdown had never happened, like those negative feelings had all come flooding back. Penny found herself, that very night, sitting alone in a low-lit, quiet dive bar, perched on a stool at the bar with her elbow resting atop something sticky while she nursed a bottle of beer and, quite frankly, felt more sorry for herself than she had in years.

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

Patrick sat in the corner of the dive bar, nursing a glass of whiskey, his eyes trained on the quiet woman at the bar. He'd noticed her the moment she walked in - something about the way she carried herself, heavy with exhaustion but still holding an edge of dignity, caught his attention. He wasn’t usually one for distractions; he liked to keep his nights simple, routine. But tonight, something felt different. He leaned back in his chair, the rough leather of the booth squeaking slightly beneath him, and studied her without staring. He’d been a professor long enough to know when someone’s mind was preoccupied - students lost in thought were easy to spot. But this was different. This was personal. Patrick had no business getting involved. His life was already complicated enough, with shadows of old decisions still clinging to his heels. But watching her now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was sitting on the edge of something. He took a slow sip, savoring the burn of the whiskey as he debated his next move. He had no intention of being her savior, no interest in getting tangled up in someone else’s life. But something in him pulled him towards her - like a magnet. He stood up, slipping his hands into the pockets of pants as he walked over to the bar, settling beside her with just enough distance to seem casual but close enough to catch her attention. “You know,” he said, his voice low but smooth, “there are better places to be miserable than this one.” His eyes flicked to hers, careful, assessing. He wasn’t offering sympathy; he wasn’t offering anything really. Just an observation, something to break the quiet tension that surrounded her like a heavy cloak.

PENNY SYLVESTER:

Save for the two bartenders who seemed to have nothing much to do, Penny hadn't taken much notice of anybody else in the room. It was quiet enough that she noticed when another patron approached the bar, and she looked at him from the corner of her eye, but the thought of making conversation never even entered her mind. When he spoke, though, she wasn't annoyed; she'd come here to be alone, but she found immediately that she didn't mind the company. "I'm not miserable." She responded in a tone that definitely betrayed her words. A quiet, self-deprecating chuckle followed. "I'm also not a very good liar." Sitting up slightly straighter, she twisted her body to better face him. "This place is kinda miserable, I feel like it's as good a place as any. You have to be feeling shitty to be here, too."

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

Patrick let her words settle between them, facing towards the woman next to him. Her attempt at humor was a thin veil, transparent enough to let him see the edges of the cracks beneath. He’d met people who lied to survive, to protect themselves - he’d been one of them - but she wasn’t. He finally gave in, cracking a smile though, and shook his head. “No, you’re not,” He had to agree with her, and watched her correct her posture, seeming more interested in having a conversation with him. “They have good whiskey,” He said, nodding to the bartender to pour him another drink of that exact beverage. “Name’s Patrick,” he offered, his voice steady and unassuming. He didn’t bother with any unnecessary small talk - he’d learned that when people were in this kind of mood, they didn’t need empty words. They needed an excuse to speak, to unload the weight a little. “Seems we’ve both found the same miserable hole to drown whatever’s eating at us,” he continued, a slight smirk playing at his lips. “But you’re right - places like these tend to collect people with something in common.” He tilted his head, his voice growing softer, as if letting her in on a secret. “Doesn’t mean we have to be honest about what it is, though.” It was a subtle invitation; no pressure to share more than she wanted, no expectation beyond what she was comfortable revealing. He lifted his glass, a quiet toast to the irony of their shared silence.

PENNY SYLVESTER:

"Whiskey's....whiskey, right?" Penny asked with a subtle look of amusement. She was more a beer and wine girl herself, something she could get anywhere; she'd picked this specific bar for its relative quiet, and could only assume anybody else who found themselves here did so for the same reason. There was something almost mysterious about this guy, something that made him intriguing, and for reasons she couldn't fully explain, she found herself wanting to know more. "Penny," she said with a small nod, appreciative of having a name to put to the face. Maybe it sounded stupid, or even selfish, but there was something almost comforting about knowing she wasn't the only one stewing in her misery, and as Patrick lowered his volume, like he was inviting her to spill her sorrows, she couldn't deny feeling inexplicably like she was safe to do so. "Do you smoke, Patrick?" She asked rather than a response at first. "Or have a seat somewhere that isn't right here at the bar?" Although the bartenders were keeping to themselves, the idea of privacy was appealing to her.

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

"You'd think so, but some are better than others. I'll take a Glenlivet over a Crown Royal anyday," Patrick's Scottish accent came through, and a small smirk rested on his lips, as his blue eyes remained on hers. He could so easily get into the huge differences between a scotch, a bourbon and a proper Scottish whiskey, but he wasn't about to the torture the poor girl; she seemed like she was in enough misery as it was. If anything, he was going to do his best to distract her from whatever was on her mind, and he had a few tricks up his sleeve. "Penny? It's nice to meet you," he extended his hand, so he could shake hers. He didn't think too much of it when she asked if he smoked, but only dug into the inner pocket of his blazer, and pulled out a half-smoked pack of cigarettes, as well as a lighter, and placed them on the wooden bar in front of Penny, so she could take what she needed. "Let's go over here," Patrick motioned, grabbing his glass and getting off of his seat to head to the corner booth, where he'd sat before coming over. He hadn't come here to talk to strangers, but there was almost a gravitational pull to Penny that Patrick felt the need to explore. So as he slid into the booth, his eyes took her properly in. Blonde, accentuated features like her jawline and curves instantly had her stand out, and those smokey green eyes of hers stood out in the dimmed setting of the bar. She was gorgeous. "You're not a whiskey girl yourself, I take it?" Patrick motioned to the bottle of beer, and smirked. "Or maybe you've just never tried a good kind of whiskey?"

PENNY SYLVESTER:

Penny blinked a couple of times. "That's basically a whole other language to me," she said with a small chuckle, despite the fact that she hadn't felt very much like laughing all day. She reached out to shake his hand, the formality something she'd usually lift a brow at, but for some reason she found it endearing. She also couldn't deny enjoying the feeling of somebody, anybody else's touch, even in such an innocent manner. "Likewise." She watched as he produced the cigarettes from his pocket, offering him a grateful nod of her head, though she didn't actually want them, so as he stood to lead the way to the booth, she simply picked them up along with her beer and followed. Although she wasn't exactly studying him, she could feel his eyes on her, and she had to admit if only to herself, she liked it. She liked feeling desirable, or whatever he might've thought she was. "Mm, no, not a whiskey girl." She shook her head, setting the cigarettes and lighter down on the table as she made herself comfortable. "Also not a smoker... I don't even know why I asked." Her cheeks heated up slightly, and she let out another quiet, this time almost embarrassed chuckle. "I think I just wanted to, I don't know, feel something?" It was a statement but sounded more like a question. Penny scrunched her nose. "That came out deeper than I meant it to." Now seated, she finally allowed herself to look at him—to really look at him, and she was sure it was clear from her expression that she didn't dislike what she saw. "I feel like I should tell you I'm married, Patrick." Penny gently shrugged a shoulder. "Just so you know."

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

Patrick gave her a slow, contemplative smile as he settled into the booth. Her awkward confession about smoking had him intrigued - people usually masked their deeper intentions with rehearsed smiles and casual lies. But not Penny, it seemed. She was raw, and it interested him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. “Feeling something,” he echoed, his tone carrying an undercurrent of understanding. He met her gaze, holding it for just a beat longer than necessary before glancing down, feigning a bit of thoughtfulness. “Honesty suits you,” he said finally, leaning back slightly and resting his arm along the back of the booth. He made the gesture open, inviting, though the look in his eyes was more calculated than friendly. “And trust me, I’ve heard deeper. You’re in the right company for that.” He paused, watching her closely as he lifted his glass and took a sip. It wasn’t that he ignored the mention of her marriage - he acknowledged it with a subtle lift of his brow, a small nod - but didn’t give it more weight than she seemed to want it to have. A lot of people who mentioned being married did it out of guilt, like a confession they weren’t sure they should be making. But Penny didn’t seem to be seeking absolution, just... clarification. “You know,” he said, shifting the conversation to give her a way out if she wanted it, “you’re not the first person I’ve met in this bar tonight with a wedding ring and a drink in hand. It’s not as rare as you’d think.” He paused for a bit, his thumb tracing patterns on his whiskey glass. “Married or not,” he continued softly, his tone almost teasing, “if you want to feel something, there are easier ways than pretending to smoke.” He glanced at the unlit cigarettes on the table, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “So,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes steady on hers, “what do you want to feel?” It was a direct question, but his tone was light, almost daring her to answer honestly.

PENNY SYLVESTER:

It said something that, until last night, the way he held her stare was probably the most intimacy she'd experienced in a long time. It sent a distinct shiver throughout her body, and the slight curl to the corner of her mouth wasn't intentional, but she felt almost smug, knowing she could still hold someone's attention like that. "I feel like you're baiting me, Patrick," Penny said with that same subtle smirk playing on her lips. Then again, she didn't know him, but from what she could glean from their brief time together so far, he didn't seem like the subtle type. "Don't worry, I won't bore you with the details. And they really are boring, so I promise I'm not baiting you." The admission about her marital status was for nothing more than making sure he know. She didn't know for sure what was happening here, but in her experience, people didn't usually hang out with strangers in bars without some kind of end goal. If Patrick had one in mind, so did she, and she wanted to make sure he had all of the information. It didn't seem to deter him, and the realization caused a tension to leave Penny's shoulders that she didn't quite know she'd been holding. Again, she didn't know him, didn't have to keep talking to him, but she also knew she didn't want to stop, so as he spoke, she felt that familiar shiver again. Excitement? Anticipation? She didn't know, she just knew she liked it, much like the tone of his voice and the implication behind his question. "Mm, something." Penny hummed, leaning back in her seat as he leaned forward, all the while keeping her gaze locked on his. Beneath the table, her foot rose to experimentally touch his ankle, a test to see if she was corretly picking up what he was putting down and vice versa. "I'm open to suggestions."

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

Patrick felt the light pressure of her foot against his ankle, and a slow, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips. The gesture was small, but it spoke volumes - a confirmation of what he’d suspected, a shared understanding of the dance they were starting. “Baiting you?” he repeated, his voice a quiet murmur. There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes, a spark that suggested he was enjoying this as much as she seemed to be. He kept his posture relaxed, his fingers tracing idle circles on the edge of his glass, making no sudden moves. He didn’t need to; the tension between them was doing all the heavy lifting. “I don’t think I need to bait you, Penny,” he continued, his words careful and deliberate, like each one was chosen with a purpose. “You’re already here, and you’re still talking to me. That tells me you’re not looking for an escape - not yet, anyway.” He let that hang in the air for a moment, watching her reaction. When she said she was open to suggestions, Patrick took his time responding, as if weighing his options. He could feel the slight pressure of her foot against his, the lightest of touches that spoke of hesitation mixed with daring. It would have been easy to push further, to test how far she was willing to go. But he wasn’t interested in easy; he wanted to see what she’d choose if he left the door open. “Well,” he said finally, his voice almost a whisper, “if I’m being honest, my suggestions depend entirely on what you’re hoping to feel. Are you looking to forget, or to remember?” The way he said it made it clear he wasn’t asking for the details - he didn’t need them. It was a question of intent, of purpose. He let his knee press back lightly against hers, a subtle signal that he’d picked up on her cue and was willing to play along. But he didn’t push beyond that - didn’t lean closer or crowd her space. “Or maybe,” he added with a small, almost conspiratorial smile, “you’re just here to see what happens next.”

PENNY SYLVESTER:

She carefully watched his expression, the light touch of her foot to his ankle eliciting the exact reaction she’d hoped for. She chose not to move it away, and instead proceeded to push slightly further, now softly grazing where her foot rested. In spite of her small smirk, her eyes shifted to an almost teasing glare as he called her out—he was right, she certainly wasn’t looking for an escape. Not from Patrick, anyway. “Oh, you’re good. You’re not a shrink, right?” Not that she couldn’t use one of those… just not right then. His question caused a slight twitch to her lip, because fuck, it was a good one. What was she looking for? She contemplated for a moment, eyes shifting from his only to glance down at the bottle that’d gone forgotten since they’d taken their seats. Penny wrapped her fingers around it, allowing the cool feeling against her skin to ground her some, bring her back to the present. “I was looking for quiet, maybe to forget.” She responded with a small shrug. Her gaze drifted back up to meet his. “I kinda think I want to get out of here now, though.” Her subtle smirk twitched back into place as she allowed her eyes to track down his torso until the table blocked her view, then rose back up to meet his. “What do you say?”

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

Patrick held her stare, the brief flicker of a smirk barely shifting his expression, but enough to reveal he understood exactly what she was doing. He hadn’t needed to be a shrink to read Penny; just observant enough to see the signals she wasn’t bothering to mask. Her teasing glare, her lingering touch, the way she tested his reactions - it was all a game, one he was more than comfortable playing. “Not a shrink,” he replied smoothly, letting his eyes crinkle slightly with amusement. “But I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” He didn’t elaborate; the implication was left hanging between them, the weight of what she didn’t need to explain adding layers to the tension. As she shifted her gaze and spoke, Patrick listened without interrupting, giving her the room to choose her words carefully. Then she said it: she wanted to leave. And with that, the dance changed its rhythm. But instead of rushing, instead of letting the pulse of the moment dictate his actions, he stayed where he was for just a second longer, giving her the chance to see him consider her words. He let his gaze linger on hers, searching for any flicker of doubt, any sign that she might be second-guessing her choice. When he saw none, he gave a small nod, as if confirming something to himself. “You’re not as bored as you think you are.” He said, the slightest tilt to his head suggesting a hint of playfulness, and he let the corner of his mouth curve into a knowing smile, motioning for them to get out of their seats. “My place is just around the corner from here.” Patrick revealed and knew that the night was full of possibilities, and he didn’t need to control the pace - Penny had already shown she was willing to follow the current, and he was more than ready to see where it led.

LATER

PENNY SYLVESTER:

Unclothed and tangled in somebody else’s bedsheets might’ve been the perfect time for Penny to finally freak out, to realize that what she’d just done was wrong. Then again, she had the walk over here to come to that realization, or the time they’d spent eye-fucking each other in the bar before that. Hell, maybe even when they were haphazardly undressing one another could’ve been a good time to put a stop to whatever this was, but she hadn’t, because there was no shock realization to come to; Penny had walked this path with full awareness right from the start, so as she propped herself up against Patrick’s pillows, her bottom half covered by the sheets but her top half entirely exposed, she saw no reason to freak out, nor to cover up. He’d seen everything now anyway. She flashed him a smile, soft and warm. “I hope you know I didn’t go looking for this tonight,” she said, her voice slightly raspy thanks to the way she hadn’t held back, volume included. It was the first time in a long time she hadn’t censored herself—or had to fake anything—in fact. “I’m not—I don’t know. It’s complicated...” She leaned in Patrick’s direction, resting her fingers beneath his chin and pressing a light yet lingering kiss to his cheek. “So thank you. You definitely helped me remember.”

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

Patrick lay beside her, head turned just enough to watch the rise and fall of her chest in the dimly lit room. He didn't bother to cover up either, resting his arm comfortably behind his head as if this was just another night, another calculated decision made in the midst of a long string of choices. But that wasn’t quite the truth - not this time. Penny wasn’t just another impulsive fling, and the moment he’d noticed the way her eyes had changed during their conversation at the bar, he knew he wasn’t dealing with someone who sought him out of convenience. When she spoke, her raspy voice breaking the quiet, Patrick caught the weight in her words. Her candidness, her lack of regret. The blue-eyed man turned slightly, his gaze drifting from her face to the point where his fingers brushed hers under the sheets, just on her hip. He felt the warmth of her skin against his, she was so soft. Her admission that she hadn’t been looking for this made him raise an eyebrow, the smallest sign of acknowledgment. When she leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, he felt her fingers under his chin, guiding him with a softness that contrasted sharply with the edge she’d shown earlier. “Complicated is good,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Means you’re not settling for simple answers.” He reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, an uncharacteristically gentle gesture from a man who rarely showed tenderness outside of carefully constructed moments. But this wasn’t about calculated charm now; this was about showing her that he’d listened, that he’d understood what she wasn’t saying as much as what she had. He moved slightly, turning more towards her, as his hand cupped her cheek and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against her lips; a sharp contrast to the activity they’d just spent the night doing.

PENNY SYLVESTER:

It spoke to the poor state of her relationship that Penny wasn't in any hurry to leave, and that she knew it didn't matter how late she showed up back at home, Logan wouldn't question it, because there was nothing to question. There was nothing left to fight for anymore, so they never fought at all. Their house was calm, quiet, yet lying here with someone who wasn't her husband, in the kind of state only her husband should see her, this was the calmest she'd felt in the longest time. There was something so soothing about the way Patrick's fingers stroked her skin, his presence all consuming. As he leaned in, she easily reciprocated, their lips pressing in a very natural way to one another's. Penny eventually pulled back with a small, contented smile. "You don't say much, do you?" She rasped, tilting her face into the touch of his hand, her eyes up on his. Her gaze wasn't suggestive anymore, just calm, comfortable. Almost like she was talking to someone, a friend, she'd known her whole life. "Talk to me. Tell me something. What are you thinking?"

PATRICK FLANAGAN:

Patrick’s fingers continued their slow, rhythmic path along Penny’s cheek, a casual intimacy that seemed more deliberate than most might notice. The quiet between them wasn’t awkward or heavy - it was something they both seemed to find a measure of solace in. He wasn’t the type to fill silences with idle words; there was always something to be said for letting the silence breathe, for letting actions speak louder. Her small smile caught his attention though, and when she broke the silence, he tilted his head, watching her as if weighing her words. Talk to me. Tell me something. Patrick wasn’t the type to lay all his cards on the table. But he also understood when someone needed more than the surface level. He held her gaze, letting the moment stretch out just long enough to feel intentional before he responded. “You want to know what I'm thinking?” he murmured, his voice carrying that same understated confidence. Leaning in again, Patrick started sprinkling kisses along Penny's jawline, to the soft velvet-like skin of her earlobe and down her neck. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that people can feel like strangers and something else entirely at the same time," he muttered against the safety of her neck, the Scottish accent strong, before giving it a light nibble, and bringing his head back up to catch her reaction. He let his gaze linger on hers, giving her space to respond, not just with words but with whatever she chose to offer next. Patrick wasn’t in a hurry, and he sensed she wasn’t either. They’d found this unexpected connection, and for now, that was enough.

PENNY SYLVESTER:

Her question was more an observation, the vibe she’d gotten from him all evening. He didn’t talk much, while Penny, given the opportunity, could talk the ear off even the quietest of people. She didn’t necessarily feel the need to, though. She was happy in the comfortable quiet, the air thick with their actions over the last little while. A part of her wanted in his head, though, at least a little bit. Plus, there was no denying the accent was really hot… even more so as he leaned in closer, his lips moving against her neck and his words humming into her ear. That familiar shiver shot instantly through her core, and her eyes fluttered shut as she gave into the feeling of him touching her, kissing her, giving her the attention she’d craved for so long now. Her head tilted to give him as much space to work with as possible, and she almost whined when he pulled back. She stopped herself, though, and instead sucked a steadying breath through her nose as her eyes slowly opened again to meet his. She quietly watched him for a moment, her skin prickling with that distinct feeling of want. Need. “Mm, I’m thinking you’re gonna be bad news, Patrick.” She eventually murmured back, her lip twitching upward again. She twisted her body until she could reach up and rest her hand on the back of his neck, her fingers curling and tightening to draw her body into his. Penny arched upward to graze her lips to Patrick’s again, heat immediately rushing to all of the right places. “I’m also thinking I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered against his lips, before effortlessly closing the gap between them. Penny didn’t know what this was, but it wasn’t going to be the one time thing she’d initially assumed, she could just tell.

[magikborn]

"I swear to all the Gods, including Julia, if you don't get me drunk right fucking now, I might actually kill Eliot, and that would undo everything we've done in the last like, year and a half," [Margo to Penny!]

"WHAT HAS MARSHMALLOW DONE NOW?" Penny knew the answer. Since Ryan showed up, the guy had been loosing it. "I swear to god if he gets nerd boy upset again." It was bad enough the dude looked similar to Quentin, but the guy had a wolf following him. "If he gets burned by the beastie boy, I'm not getting the Dean." He had to admit, Q was annoying. Still, he was their friend. Ryan being in the mix just complicated everything.

[familyvideostevie]

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