It Was Only A Kiss. It Was Only A Kiss.

[rassafraggin]

Lee can be seen down the sloping incline of steps, standing on the second step up to a quaintly whitewashed gazebo, hands jammed into his hip pockets while he watches the quartet of contestants making their way from the house and the top tier of the garden. The film crews are set up for two static angles, and there is one dodgy bugger running around with a lighter mobile camera, to get at those hard-to-reach places. Lee flashes them all an even, tight-lipped smile and waits until they've closed some distance. "Afternoon. I'm Lee, if you haven't heard," he pauses with his eyes on Trevor - the rest of them can jeer or whaddeva at the stupid intro. "I'm not exactly Neil's buddy, but I'm close enough to his family of brothers an' one sister to.. well, to channel.. the hope that one or more of you are here to win, not just cash-money, but Neil's hea-..." His voice gets weaker as he can't quite muster up the strength to say that with a straight fase, to this lot. Except, again, for Trevor. So it's Trevor whom he starts with, stating blithely, "Let's just get into it, shall we..? Mister Trevor... been wonderin' somethin'. Neil Stinson, it seems, is a gentleman of the finest celebrity breedin'. Have you succeeded at all in gettin' his eyes to rove... ah... well, /below/ the beltline.. as yet?"

Trevor considers "I'm not sure... though after the elimination he did wish me to stay around for a bit." he smiles briefly "Have yet to ask what he wanted, though I'd like to at some point." he smiles "Hopefully he enjoyed his plate of food as well." he shrugs

Marc for some reason isn't too surprised to see Lee down there with the cameras. "Well this will be interesting." He comments, upending his beer to chug the rest, and calmly part with the can by dropping it into a bed of what he would call lily's...god knows. As he reaches the bottom of the steps he considers Lee's question to Trevor, turning to stare into one of the cameras with a quizzical expression.

The sight of view causes her to mis-step a bit, almost tumbling forward before she manages to save herself a very embarrasing face-plant into the ground. It shouldn't of been a surprised to her that Lee would be one of the interviewers considering she just saw Ivy. A slow, deep breath is taken as the forces a state of calm across the exterior of herself. The neutral face being brought to the surface as she glances for a moment towards Marc before returning her eyes onto Lee. Anastasiya's arms draw forward, fingers coiling within one another at the front of her stomach.

"Oh.. really..?" Lee quells the strange look he casts towards the man at the initial reply, regaining the friendly, interested-type expression. He thinks a moment, then opines, "You'll get your chance, I think. An' bringin' him tasty treats onna plate might be great to start, but everyone'll think of that sooner or later. What kinda unique experience have you got to offer him that no one else can, d'you think?" He runs his gaze over the rest of the fases, familiarity sparking in his gaze - definitely gotta watch what he asks /them/.

Trevor considers "Well having many of the same experiences likely as he has with such a large family I'm not sure, really, but perhaps just relating stories of things I've been involved with. Like the one significant Other I had.... who was genetically engineered by the Blue Sun Corporation, and apparently tracked to see if any offspring they'd have would have any similar powers that they do." he shrugs briefly "It's not much but I'm sure there's other things I could think of as well after a bit." he smiles briefly

It takes Marc a moment to break his eye fucking of the rolling camera lenses, apting to deploy this tactic on Anastasiya for a good second or two. Yeah...he's bored, can't blame the guy thought can you? Trevors latest response gets a wary eye as he decides to look skyward for an alliance deployed gunship to come lay waste to the gardens with an expertly dropped daisy cutter for speaking about blue sun engineered secrets. "Huh." He grunts, suddenly remembering his third unopened beer still in his cargo pants pocket. Pulling it out and slowly popping the top, throwing Anya a teasing smirk as he takes a swig.

In silence does Anastasiya remain as her eyes begin to move to and fro between Trevor and Lee, listening intently to the conversation that is currently happening. That is until she spots another beer being drawn out which means TARGET ALERT for the Russian. It's that bottom lip beginning to extend outwards, and that faint glimpse of puppy dog eyes as she leans over towards Marc. Her voice lowering to a little bit above a whisper, as it would take a keen ear to hear as she speaks. "I am so thirsty. All these cameras around and the only thing to keep me sane is a nice, cold beer but I seem to have left mine behind.. May I have a sip?"

Lee's eyes take on a starey quality halfway through Trevor's answer. He glances towards the camera directed upon their interaction, emphatically mouthing: 'FUUUUUCK'. "Oh uh... jesu. Hope that's just part of a script you're pitchin' to him. Made-for-Cortex-like." He nods encouragingly at the older man, and resists the urge to reach out and help the man nod his own head with one hand fisted in his hair. "But any rate, nifty answer. Just think.. if you don't make out as his mate, you would definitely make him a good agent. Movin' on," he says, leaning against a support as he angles his head Marc's way. He takes a deep breath, holds it, puffs it out in honest exasperation. "You.. Orrell. What the hell..? You.. are /aware/.. who Neil Stinson is, righ'? Dale's brother," the boy supplies anyway. "I guess.. I wanna know. /Are/ you a Lambseyphile?"

<OOC> Anastasiya chokes on her drink.
<OOC> Marc says, "must. crush. Weaving!"
<OOC> Lee says, "No no.. we could start a club!"
<OOC> Lee says, "Like NAMBLA. Except it'd be LAMBLA!"

Marc takes his first long sip of his freshly opened beer smacking his lips as the sweet nectar still lingers there. Then of course Anya has to get all wise and come piss on his pow-wow. A sip you say? Haha think again! "Here." Handing the drink over....dumbass. Then of course Lee finishes with questioning Trevor and decides to move one to him. The question does cause his brows to furrow as he stares the boy down. "You don't say." Marc offers sarcastically, giving a slight shake of his head in disgust. "Could ask you the same question." He counters to his Lambseyphile comment, "You do seem to spend an awful lot of time with Dale."

Trevor listens and nods briefly "True as well." he shrugs briefly and sighs about something. anyway he listens to Marc's answer for now.

Once the beer is handed over, Anastasiya smiles alll too sweetly and accepts it. Bringing it to her lips, she begins to chug it down quite literally until there's words - Lee words. Those instantly bring the beer can down as a coughing fit ensues. Second one since these interviews began, she's apparently on a roll now. A few more moments of coughing until she finally gets a wrangle on things. Hesitantly, she glances between those here before taking another long sip from teh beer, testing the waters so to say.

"Well... yeh? After you were done jerkin' him around," Lee points out, with a glance at Anastasiya, some medical concern over the choking. Then back to Marc. Marc, about whom he has really.. really.. REALLY.. jumped to some odd conclusions. "I dunno how you ended things between you.. but sometimes I get the feelin' there're some unresolved..." Or... perhaps he's said too much. Now Lee looks skyward, /hoping/ for the gunship to come and make with the waste-laying. "Well nevvamind. I'm just.. talkin' about bein' more sensitive 'bout things. If you had 'em both in a room with the lights out, would you be able to tell the difference?" Okay, now that's just being bitchy.

Trevor listens and smiles briefly and considers as he does so. He remains quiet however not having to answer any at the moment.

"Jerking him around?!" Marc blurts out, yeah...things are coming to light that's he really shouldn't be privy to. "Bullshit.." He adds, waving the kid off with his palm. "That would imply that Dale was into me....." Suddenly cutting his comment short as all the puzzle pieces smash together, and his jaw drops when that Epiphany hits him. Dale was into him! Sweet Jessica Manors titties! Dale is sly! He stands there face plastered in shock as all those times with his employer make their way through his dense skull. A sudden bought of sickness hits him, it all just too much to process. And just as suddenly a finger juts out centers on Lee...as if he knows his not so secret...er secret. "You and Dale..but...I need a drink." He concludes, looks to Anya with his beer as he reaches a hand over to take it back.


<OOC> Lee howls!
<Bachelor> Lee says, "Marc wins."

Now this is getting juicy, but it also puts Anastasiya between a rock and a hard place considering who's involved in the current conversation. Anastasiya's eyes drape downwards, and thus the beer can is used as her focus as she draws it to her lips once more for a final sip of its contents. Now empty, she offers it back over towards Marc when he reaches over for it - time to see if he falls for the 'hand over the empty beer can' trick again.

Trevor considers "Actually.... maybe my earlier answer concerning the other person wasn't the best choice considering the circumstances." he smiles "Though there was one time however, perhaps not as sensitive..... when there were some out of control bovines in Eavesdown.... and Sink and myself ended up taking out the main offending cow and bull, had to pay the faremers off they belonged to, for having shot their prized cattle dead, but otherwise. Was pretty worrisome." he smiles "And well there's the time when some of received these medals here." he touches the gold medal he wears "For helping the Lord High Marshall and rescuing Lirin as well." he shrugs <English>

Lee is quite still and watchful as Marc's brain begins to leak with realized clues to the biggest cold case ever. Trevor fills in most of the gaps of silence with his new and improved anecdote, but it doesn't seem to diffuse anything. Lee's own well-suppressed resentment comes bubbling to the surface at what looks like Marc setting up some plausible deniability with regards to Dale. Oh no you don't, MarcMan! "Me an' Dale...? /You/ an' Dale! I... I'm just the... the runner-up." There. Lee said it, the horrible thing that's been on his mind for months. Wasn't it just about an entire year ago now that Lee himself found out what Marc was only 'getting' now? "You know the first time Dale kissed me.. was after Beylix, on the Tienlong," he relays, soft and stung by his perpetual, indelible memory, with a glance encompassing Anastasiya by virtue of her captaining the boat in question. "...He thought I was /you/." Lee comes down off the steps now, forehead glowing hot like a lamp, and starts towards Marc like he's about to dredge up that sweet little kiss and finally FINALLY transfer it over to its rightful owner. "Happy Gorram Anniversary, Orrell."

Now this is quite not what she was expecting, and it's slightly like watching a train wreck that you can't pull your eyes away from. Yet, she does do just that. Anastasiya's eyes turning blank, not emitting out the same emotions that are coming to churn within the pit of her being. An uncomfortable shifting within her stance, her head tilts off towards one side as her eyes drape down onto the ground - watching it as she attempts to tune out from the current situation.

Marc could careless about tom foolery or tricky dick moves by Anya, he just needs that damn drink! Taking it up quickly, and pointing the ass end skyward. He can tell it's empty, but maybe there's a lick of foam left in the bottom, crushing the cylindrical shape to yield at least a drop. "Begorramn!" He curses, tossing the can over his shoulder as he moves on to the next vice of choice. His finger fumbling for a two cigarettes, handing one of to Anya to keep her appeased as he goes about lighting it. Lee's bubbling over rage is pushed to the side for the moment, ignored by the fact that he's trying to deal. Yet, the boys voice is too much to keep blocked out. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" Marc offers in his direction, not threatened in the least by Lee...what's he going to do, cry on him?

Trevor listens and blinks and smiles as he does. He looks to the others with interest at least.

It takes her a long moment in order to actually catch the cigarette being passed over to her and hesitantly does she reach out to take it. The fingers clasp around the cigarette, drawing it over towards her but not awaiting for a lighter or anything such as that. Instead, Anastasiya remains watching the ground and seeming lost within her own world.

Well. Marc hasn't backhanded him away yet, so what else can Lee do but take this discussion to its logical conclusion? That's not crying he's doing on Marc, although his head does go down, chin dropping to almost touch his chest while he takes the ex-soldier's hand after the cigarette is poked between the man's lips. Lee turns it palm upwards to press his lips into the calloused flesh just before the start of the digits. "Believe this is yours." His voice now husky and drained and already filling up with a kind of loathing. He promptly drops Marc's hand, and assuming the merc hasn't just set his hair on fire with the lighter, or used said anointed hand to break Lee's nose, the boy then brushes past to storm up the garden path and around to the servant's entrance.

Half-way through the show, Anastasiya seems to not care to stand here any longer. Without even saying a word, the woman merely turns upon the tips of shoes and simply walks back the path through the gardens heading to the house. The stride is quick, determined as if attempting to get out of the area as quick as possible without even going into a jog or a run.

Trevor blinks and wows only two got asked. He shrugs and goes towards the porch

Marc is in much the same boat as Anya, having maybe and outer body experience, that is until Lee takes his hand....kisses it? This shit storm just won't end..."What the fuck..." He manages, rubbing his palm down the front of his shirt as he gives the cameras a look to say that's perhaps offended. "Oh...just fucking shoot me already." He concludes, as he turns off to mope up the stairs.