Wash and Go - Vincent and Fiona

Fiona follows Vincent into the laundromat and stands texting her Dad "Just gotta let him know I'm home soon." she clicks her phone and slides it into her back pocket and then looks seriously at Vincent "So are you...." she makes a little awkward face "OK?"


Vincent gets to emptying out one dryer. "Yea ... I guess. I mean .... I really DON'T like her like that but ..." he begins to sort through colors, jeans and other non-white clothing. "There's more ... a LOT more .. well .. more." he sighs and begins to fold neatly like someone who's done it a lot.


Fiona taps the dryer beside him "This you too? I can fold...not as good as you but it's passable." She says with a little grin. She opens the door. This one's towels. "Do you...wanna talk about...the...more part?" She asks carefully.


Vincent sighs deeply. "Yea, that's me too and the third one." he folds some more. "As long as it gets done." he bites his lip. "The more?" he sighs explosively. "My father is ... boffin ... her mother." he confesses.

Fiona almost falls over with an armful of towels "Whoah!! That's a little too connected......that would make her....you know I'm not even gonna..." She starts folding at the folding table and adds "THAT and she's bat shit crazy. I don't think I've ever used sparkles to ask anyone out....nor do I plan to...." She looks at Vincent as if she's reassuring him but suspects he won't pick up on where her head is at.

Vincent snorts. "Yea .. tell me about it." he blows out a breath. "Please ... please .. don't. It's ... it's .. it's just wrong. Can you even EAT those damn things? I mean .. really?" the memory keeps him from making any connections.

Fiona makes a joke worthy of all her brothers "I'm sure it would add some sparkle to the toilet bowl eventually. I don't think they break down...." She finishes her stack of towels and opens the other dryer and pulls out a pair of gag gift boxer briefs with a lips kisses pattern "Minstrel...dare I ask?" she teases.

Vincent winces. "Ouch. Just .. OW." he shudders and looks over. Quickly he snatches the boxers. "Those are my Dad's." he protests. "His girlfriends are always giving him shit like this. They all think my Dad is theirs, theirs theirs." he rolls his eyes and places the underwear on a pile of jeans slightly larger than Vincent's.

Fiona shudders "Gross...so sorry." Then she looks at Vincent and asks awkwardly "Are you upset that he's dating....like after your mom..."

Vincent snorts. "I might be ... except my father isn't dating these women, Fiona." he folds quickly, annoyed. "He was faithful to my mother ... well until she got bad ... but these women ... if he doesn't spend the weekend on the mainland, he's bringing them home at three in the morning, fucking them in his room and sending them home before he thinks I will wake up. Most of them. Daisy's mom ..." he closes his eyes, even as he folds more jeans. "She tried to make breakfast for him. I got up and there she is in the kitchen in my fathers OPEN shirt." he lowers his head and shakes it. "Dad had a FIT and threw her out."

Fiona wrings her hands and shakes her head "Holy shit....that's awful. She didn't know you live there or she just...I mean my parents joke around but they have no desire to...scar us....and she has a kid.....maybe that explains Daisy. Makes me feel kinda sorry for her...NOT that you should have said yes. Pity is no way to be with someone. Gawd..." She folds some more, flicking off underwear in Vincent's direction with the odd blush.

Vincent sighs. "She knows. And I know that because I am not as sound a sleeper as my father thinks I am. So if Daisy's mom is like that at home .... yea ... she's seen some shit." he blows out a breath. "I mean .... women just .. why would they ... I don't get it...." he piles up the drawers .. his mostly muted boring colors and many of his fathers with lips and slogans like 'love' and worse on them.


Fiona holds up a hand "Normal women wouldn't. She must have had some messed up life. I know where she works. I don't want to judge....just I dunno. I wish you had some other place to live Vincent. It's not OK what he's doing...what they're doing..."

Vincent shrugs. "I'm saving up .. maybe I can get a place when I am sixteen, if I can prove I can be an emancipated minor." he sighs. "I'm not saying my father shouldn't have sex. I'm not. Really but. Fi ... why do women want to look five? I mean .. bald ... there places a razor should go NEAR!" he protests, not really thinking he is talking to a girl ... so comfortable is he in their friendship.


Fiona blinks several times "OK....that was more information that I expected." she exhales, laughing and blushing and then tries to answer him "I think in her...career there's an expectation. Now this is a key point...some of that is set up by men...no offence. My mom's had a zillion talks with me about this stuff and my brothers...just about reality verses what you might see in a magazine.....or online... and I'm in agreement with you. Nature has a reason for things and they don't all need to be rebelled against....like eyebrows and eyelashes....and that. I mean I guess I can't be too harsh since I shave my legs and pits. She probably gets Brazilians. Makes me wonder about Brazil and the name....We should ask Mrs. Kim-Thatcher, the bio teacher. Addy and I sometimes see who can ask the most embarrassing science question....that's mine now.....Mrs. Kim-Thatcher do Brazilians have pubes? That advertising in salons is VERY confusing."

Vincent starts folding shirts. "Maybe but ... shit .. she looked like a five year old." he sighs and shakes his head. "I see it in porns, you know..." and then he backtracks. "When .. you know pop-ups or ... if my dad leaves his monitor on when I go in to clean his room." he clears his throat and folds a little faster. Then he snorts. "We should ask ... ever seen a Brazilian beard." and finally his ears seem to kick in as he hears himself. "Oh my God, I didn't mean." he buries his face in a bright red t-shirt.

Fiona burst out laughing "Vincent, I have three brothers. I've walked in on some interesting screens. Just don't get a virus...on your computer I mean..." She keeps giggling and then just says "Wowsa.." on an exhale "And here I was worried seeing your gitch would be personal." She teases.

Vincent laughs into his shirt. "I don't plan to get a virus anyplace else, either." he finally lowers the shirt and folds it. Then he laughs. "Mine are boring. Just wait till you get to the one that says suck here on the opening."

Fiona makes a face "Ew...we're trading machines. I can't even hope those were....a gift.....it's just tacky. Wow folding laundry in my family is SO not like this.... I mean I don't want to touch my brothers ones because I know the kind of air pollution that comes out of them on chili nights......."

Vincent laughs. "Deal." he trades with her. "I do the laundry, as you figured out already. And I cook and clean." he snorts as he starts on a couple of towels. "I'll make someone a great wife someday." he self-deprecates.

Fiona takes him to task on the wife reference with a bit of a dangerous look "Are you telling me it's "women's work" or that you're thinking about a sex change? I like you better as a guy but I'll get over it if you need me to." She's teasing at the last sentence.


Vincent laughs. "Well, my mother was mostly a housewife when she wasn't being a waitress." he shrugs. "Plus raising me? I know its hard work." he scoffs. "And between me, you and the dryers ... I kind of like it. It all gives me a chance to think and organize my thoughts." he pats a pile of folded clothes. "And Im good at it. I like being a man. And I probably don't have the legs for a skirt, even with Irish ancestry in me."

Fiona laughs now too "Irish legs....hmmm...well I'm half Irish too....not sure if it's the leg half. And I like you being a man...too.." She blushes deeply and then grabs a pile of folded towels saying quickly "Where do you want these?"

Vincent nods and grins. "I guess there might be an eighth Irish left me." he figures. "I'm an Italian boy name DiAntoni with an ancient Celtic harp named after a Russian named Igor. And ... your Mom's Irish? Cause Reinhardt is .. German, isn't it?" he considers and nods. "You're all redheads .. DUH Vincent." he finds the duffel bag and rolls it open, getting down on one knee to hold it. "Set it here, please."

Fiona sets the pile down "There are redheads in Germany...but Dad's family is half Irish and half German and Mom's is pretty much Irish. You still win for more cultures. And I guess you can tell I dye my hair...too lazy to dye the eyebrows..."

Vincent shakes the bag, settling the clothes around it. "Well it's not really a contest, but thanks?" he chuckles. "I saw your pictures. Your hair is great ... black or red ..." he looks down to tuck in clothes and hide his blush before he adds more clothes to the now clean pile. He'd even washed the laundry bag.

Fiona tunes in "Oh yeah in the house...thanks. Hey Vincent....I need to ask you something, and I'll put out a disclaimer first." She takes a deep breath like she's trying to find bravery "I promise I have no sparkly cookies on my person...and I promise I won't go all Lavender Brown Fatal Attraction if the answer is no.....but...."She starts tapping her fingers on the machine like she's really struggling with it and she suddenly can't make eye contact "You know maybe my timing is way off with how today went for you....." she stalls and suddenly feels the need to make sure all the dryer doors are securely closed.

Vincent listens as he puts the last of the clean clothes into the duffel. While she drums her fingers, he grins into the bag. The day is not a TOTAL wash .. no puns intended. He straightens and moves to Fiona, standing behind her and leaning in a bit. But before he decides to save her by saying he would turn Daisy down another hundred times just to go out with Fi once, he decides he actually wants to hear the words from her. "It's not. Go ahead." he keeps his voice at a bit of a rumble, but the eagerness ... unmistakable.

Fiona turns around and he's right there. She smiles nervously at his rumbling voice and feels a bit of a shiver in her spine. After an inhale and a gulp she says "Would you want to go...out with me sometime? Like a ...date like event....ok a date...you know." She focuses on a spot on the wall behind him, her face blatantly beet red.

Vincent watches her eyes drift and her face turn red. He leans in a little bit, until their lips are nearly touching. "Anytime. I'd love to." he murmurs and wonders if kissing her would get him punched.

Fiona's breath catches in her throat as he gets so close she can feel his on her. She shyly slides her hands up his arms and over the tops of his shoulders and then gives him a little grin before tugging him even closer and pressing her lips against his several times in a gentle sweet kiss.

Vincent's heart soars with the kiss and wraps his arms around her for a good long time. Then he breaks the kiss and looks at her. She's taller than he is, but he doesn't care. They're young. "Yea ...." he swallows hard.

Fiona can't help but giggle a bit "And here I wasn't going to ask you because of the harpie." She jokes. She pulls him into a hug, her heart still thumping so hard she's afraid he can almost hear it "I had this idea about going to Cedar Point...sentimental I guess....but it was fun and how we kinda started talking."

Vincent smiles and hugs her back. He wouldn't be able to hear her heart for his owns pounding. "Oh, that's PERFECT!" he loves the idea. "It has great memories. And thanks .. for the kiss." he blushes a little. "Another good memory and beats the HELL out of the time I found a gun in here."

Fiona blushes and then looks at him wide eyed, staying in his arms "You WHAT?" She gestures with her eyes to the parking lot behind "You know a guy died back there not long ago too?"


Vincent nods. "I found a bag with guns and knives and shit right in there." he taps the dryer directly behind Fiona. "Turned it in to my upstairs neighbor .. Officer Lynch." he considers. "I wonder if the two are connected. I can tell you the whole story while I walk you home." he offers and holds up a hand. "And I know this is a small town and its probably safe but ... I want to ... cause ... you never know ... especially here in Alexandra."


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