Scott and Julie
Julie walked into the art room.
"Nice of you to join us, Julie," Scott said.
"Sorry," she muttered, joining Bobby's table.
"As I was saying, Jean is unable to take the class today, so I am standing in. I believe you're working on some assignments already, so if you can go on with those."
Scott gave a few more instructions and then let them get on with it. He sat down at the teachers desk and began marking some papers from one of his classes.
Bobby and Nicole
Bobby smiled at Julie, then returned his attention to his painting, staring at it for a few seconds.
"Hmmm," he mused.
"Put some white there," Nicole suggested, pointing to a spot on his picture.
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," Bobby replied, lifting his brush and dotting around the top of his crashing wave carefully.
"How's yours going?" he asked.
Nicole looked at her canvas with an array of reds and oranges splashed on, and a tear drop made up of newspaper articles about September 11 and the Bali bombings, and shrugged. "Needs something else... looks too plain."
Julie
"Just like someone, err thing, else I could mention," Julie smirked.
She pushed up her sleeves and then wet the clay she was working with to make a little scuplture. Then she leant over to mold it, knowing that Bobby, who was standing across from her, would easily notice the braless situation, considering his nature and her low cut shirt.
Bobby and Nicole
Nicole rolled her eyes and continued to look at her picture, then smiled suddenly.
"I know..."
Bobby nodded absently and watched Julie, and grinned.
Julie
Julie gave Bobby a wink and carefuly got started on molding the clay into shape. She wasn't really sure what it was going to be, but art was always abstract.
Which gave her ample opportunity to make her molding strangly seductive, as her fingers carefully worked away.
Bobby and Nicole
Bobby watched Julie for a while, then returned his attention to his painting, frowning at it slightly, then looking over at Nicole's.
"What did you decide on?" he asked.
"Stenciling some lyrics on top..." she replied.
"Oh yeah, like what?"
"'There's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated', and maybe some stuff from Franco Un-American."
"Ooh, NOFX, nice. It's why I love ya, you have the best taste."
Nicole grinned and shook her head slightly while starting to stencil on a test piece of paper.
Bobby looked at his picture again.
Julie
Julie frowned and decided she needed to up the ante. She lifted one clay covered hand up to rub her nose with her not so clay covered wrist and a dolup of clay just so happened to fall down her shirt.
"Ooops," she said.
Bobby and Nicole
Bobby looked over and without hesitating, he stuck his hand down her shirt, felt around 'looking for the clay', then pulled his hand out, along with the clay.
Nicole raised her eyebrow, but said nothing, scribbling down some lyrics on paper, and deciding how she would stencil them.
Julie
"Aww, thank you," Julie beamed.
She gave him a wink and then went back to the clay, wondering how to proceed with round two.
Bobby and Nicole
Bobby grinned and leaned over Nicole, resting his head on her shoulder, and starting to sing 'Franco Un-American', purposely bad.
Nicole giggled, lifted her paintbrush and dotted his nose.
"This, of course," he said, "means war."
Bobby lifted his paint brush and painted a stripe down Nicole's face.
"That's it," she replied, painting one across his forehead.
Julie
Julie chewed her lip. Well, weren't they being so cute?
Well, there was a reason why she wore this shirt. She knew it wouldn't be long before the sleeve would start to slip down... off her shoulder. And what with her and no bra...
In the meantime Julie went back to shaping her clay.
Bobby and Nicole
"Here, can I just write something..." Bobby leaned over and wrote 'Bobby' on Nicole's forehead.
She pulled out a mirror and laughed, then leaned over and wrote 'Nicole' on his head.
Nicole went back to her painting, giggling slightly, as she stenciled over the tear drop.
Bobby poked his tongue out and went back to his picture, then glanced over at Julie.
Mmm nice view.
He took a clean paintbrush and ticked her chest with it slightly.
Julie
Julie giggled, and started to feel the shoulder slip. Any minute now and, oh dear, she'd fall out.
What a shame.
Bobby
"Here, let me help you out."
Bobby reached over and fixed her strap, feeling her up in the process.
Julie
"Aww, thanks," Julie smiled. "I should have known better than to wear this shirt... that happens all the time..."
She wondered if (next time it happened) it would be possible to make an imprint in the clay... hmmm...
Bobby and Nicole
Nicole rolled her eyes and went to wash the paint off her head. Bobby chuckled, winked at Julie and followed Nicole to do the same.
Julie
Julie considered the matter... That stupid tart was being so... intrusive. She eyed the clay and started considering how to set up the imprint idea.
BObby and Nicole
Meanwhile, Bobby and Nicole had started a new war at the sink, a waterfight, and with Nicole wearing a white shirt... it didn't take long for Bobby to lose concentration.
"Nice," he said, grinning.
"Idiot."
"Yep." Bobby handed her his jacket and she shrugged it on as she sat back down at her seat.
Bobby dried his head, then went back to sit down as well.
Julie
Julie ducked her head to hide her scrowl, then bent over her work.
Then in full view of Bobby (to Julie's delight), she slipped out of her shirt again (admittedly she helped the slipping sleeve along this time) and her nipple made a little imprint in piece of moist clay that just so happened to be lying there.
Bobby and Nicole
Bobby grinned and wagged his finger at her, then leaned over and tucked her back in.
"Naughty Julie," he said quietly, then leaned on Nicole's shoulder and stared at her painting.
"That's not from Franco, is it?" he asked.
"Nah, that's from 'The Idiots Are Taken Over'."
"Ahh, you know, I wasn't too sure bout their new album..."
"Nighter, Franco was so commercial."
"Agreed."
Julie
Julie didn't answer. Well, this sucked. Wasn't working nearly as well as she thought it would.
Stupid little girl distracting Bobby from her.
Bobby and Nicole
"Did you even get it?" Nicole asked.
"Nah, didn't like how mainstream it became," Bobby commented. "What's the CD like?"
"Pretty ok... I mean, as far as NoFX go, wasn't their best. I still maintain that 'Pump Up The Valuum' was the best," Nicole replied.
"Did you get the new Lagwagon?"
"Yeah, did you?"
"Nah, was wondering what it was like... can I borrow it?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Did you go to Skalloween?"
"Yeah... was... average. Not as good as it used to be."
"Figures, too many people. Let's go ska showing next year."
"Ok."
Bobby grinned and turned and winked at Julie, then resumed his painting.
Julie
Nope, winking not good enough. Hmm... so what mischeif could she cause?
Ooooh...
She scratched 'absently' at her chest as if she was itchy there.
Bobby and Nicole
Bobby reached over and helped Julie out with the itch, slipping his hand down her shirt and feeling around a bit, still talking to Nicole.
"You wanna go to the Fish?"
"Ooh, yeah, haven't gone to their shows in ages," she replied.
"Same, not since the last time we went... which is like... 3 years ago? Something like that."
Julie and Scott
Julie smiled. Much better.
Scott checked his watch.
"Okay, start packing up now guys. Bells' going to go in a few minutes."
Bobby and Nicole
Bobby reluctantly withdrew his hand from Julie's shirt, then gave her a final squeeze and helped Nicole start to pack away their art stuff, still talking animatedly.
Julie
Darn Scott. Just when it was getting good.
Julie sighed and pack up her clay, then headed over to the sink to wash her hands of the clay.
Hmm... there was some clay on her shirt... better wash that off too...
Bobby and Nicole
"Hey, we should go to 505," Bobby suggested as he put the paint back in the cupboard.
"Good old Syracuse!" Nicole said, grinning. "We should. Let's go tonight, I think Voodoo Glow Skulls are there."
"Ohhh, fun!" Bobby nodded and then went to help Julie out.
Julie
Julie frowned. How the heck did she get clay there?
"Oh, hey Bobby," she smiled.
Bobby and Nicole
"Hey Nic, I'll stop by later for the CD."
"Sounds peachy, darling," Nicole said, heading out of the room.
"Need a hand, or two?" Bobby asked, putting his arms around Julie's waist.
Julie
"I always like a hand," Julie smiled. "Preferably somewhere... sensual."
She considered her fingernails. So much clay under there...
BObby
"Hmmmm."
Bobby slipped a hand down her pants and rubbed her gently.
"Well, I live to give."
Julie
"Mmmm... glad to hear it," she said. "Oh! Now I know what that weird feeling is... I've got clay on my boob... y'know... from when it slipped out before..."
Julie battered her eyes at him.
Bobby
Bobby gave a mock sigh and started to clean it up, then placed a kiss on her breast, and saluted.
"Come on, we should go to lunch."
Julie
Julie grinned.
"Okay."
She dried her arms, then slipped a hand in his back pocket and walked out with him.