Who: Brian and Mya
When: Afternoon
Where: Mya’s House

Mya’d been up for a while now; she had only gotten out of bed an hour ago though. Monday’s sucked, sure, but this Monday she was going to relax and spend time with her best friend. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and puttering around the house, trying to straighten some things before Brian came over. She had -just- left the kitchen to open the window in the living room when the loud beeping started to ring through the house. “Crap, crap, crap.” Mya ran into the kitchen to find the oven spewing black smoke. “No, no, no, no.” She quickly flicked off the oven and scrambled for the pot holders, which she couldn’t find. Frantically she start to dig through the drawers and move things in the cupboards and on the counter looking for them. While the smoke continued and the beeping of the detector rang though the house.

When Brian knocked lightly and then opened the door to Mya's house, the sound of a smoke alarm was not the sound he expected to hear. That didn't mean he was terribly surprised, but he hadn't really been expecting it. Fucking Mondays. Seriously.

He went straight to the kitchen, the only likely place for smoke to be coming from, calling ahead of him, "Mya?"

"In here." She called, coughing slightly as she pulled open the doors to the sink. The oven mits didn't just get up and fucking walk away!

Brian came in, waving a hand at the smoke. Then made a face, glared in the direction of the window until with a little push of willpower it hastily slid open for him, sucking some of the smoke out. He grabbed the oven mitts off the dining table and went to open the oven, himself. "You should've waited," he chided her gently, setting the ruined... whatever it was... onto the stove. "I would've started something for us."

"I -know- how to cook!" She protested, slumping on the counter. "I only left the room for a second. Not even!" Mya frowned and crossed her arms, she hated this fucking day.

"I know you do," Brian told her with a little smile. "But the day hates you, so of course it fucks up whatever you're cooking." He gave the smoke a little more encouragement to go out the window, and headed over to the fire alarm. He'd take the damn battery out. And put it back in before he left, because he'd be damned if he left her house without an intact smoke alarm if he wasn't there. Not on a Monday.

Mya sighed and looked over at the blackened potatoes on the frying pan. "I'm going to order pizza." She said after a minute. Pushing off the counter she walked over to the counter that held her phone. "What do you want on it?"

The smoke alarm finally went silent and Brian called back, "Sausage and peppers?"

Now that it was quiet again Mya realized that she'd just tuned the alarm out. Apparently on a monday da nile isn't just a river in egypt. She dialed the number for the pizza place (she had it memorized, normally she didn't risk anything on a monday... ever since her toaster caught on fire) and ordered a pizza with sausage and mushrooms on half and sausage on peppers on the other. "About fourty minutes." She told Brian as she re-entered the kitchen.

"Just about time for us to actually decide on a movie," Brian teased lightly, and came over to put his arms around her gently. "Hey." Since he'd missed saying hello on his way in, and all. At least the smoke was leaving. Good smoke.

Mya nodded and turned into his hug, placing her head on his shoulder and took in a deep breath. "Hmmm..."

"So was this the worst thing to happen so far today?" Brian asked quietly, resting his cheek on her hair.

Mya nodded again. "Yea..." She slowly looked up at him (not wanting to knock his head). "Why do you smell like boy?" She asked, leaning in and taking another smell.

It took every ounce of willpower in him to not go very still and tense at that. It'd been hours since he'd chased Domino off. Hadn't it? Was her luck rubbing off on him, or something? "'Boy'?" he repeated, looking back down at her. He even smirked a little. "Well, I am male, though 'boy' is a little bit pushing it."

"Well that's clear." She said nudging him slightly. "Are you wearing cologne or something? You don't smell like you, you smell like... -boy-." She leaned in to smell again. "Smells good."

"Well, I'm glad you approve, at least," Brian chuckled. Maybe she'd think it was cologne. Especially if he started smelling like Domino... regularly. "C'mon, you wanna start the traditional argument about what movie to watch?"

Mya her head. "I don't think I can take an argument... traditional, playful or not right now. I could have burnt down my house..." She wrinkled her nose at the kitchen. "What's good that I've not seen." Normally a question like that would probably annoy the piss out of someone, but Mya knew Brian knew of almost all the movies she'd seen (cuz she'd seen them with him.).

"Well, since I happened to bring a few...." And they were sitting on her coffee table, because he'd just willed them to be. Princess Bride-- a classic if there ever was one-- and I, Robot-- he didn't usually go in for sci fi, but hell, it was Will Smith-- and Once Upon a Time In Mexico-- just in case Mya felt like watching something blow up. It was a long shot, but he kept trying. He went to reach for one, though, and it blinked a few inches away. He sighed heavily, knowing that particular problem well. "You're gonna hafta pick them up yourself and look. Backlash."

Mya kissed his cheek. "Stop doing that." She scolded as she went and gathered the movies up. "Princes Bride... I know you've made me watch it before... but I like it." 'As you wish' is probably one of Mya's favorite lines ever. Part of her would love it if someone who cared for her that much would quote it to her - but then she remembers that she's not twelve.

"But it's so much fun," Brian protested lightly. "And besides, I'd forgotten the movies in the truck, so I had to get them out here somehow." He dropped himself down onto the couch, stretching out his bad knee, and let her put it in. "Princess Bride, it is." He'd had a feeling that'd be her choice.

"And you couldn't have walked out to the truck? Or asked me to?" She asked as she opened the dvd player. "You know I'll hurt you worse if you 'backlash' yourself a worse injury than your knee because you've been doing too many little things." Mya dropped the disk in and turned everything on, grabbed the remote and joined Brian on the couch.

"That only happened because I was an idiot," he promised, putting an arm around her shoulders lightly. "I'm not that much of an idiot anymore. It's just annoying, now, that's all." He couldn't stop now; it was too much of a part of him.

She loked at him, knowing he was full of it. But she also knew asking him to stop was like him asking her to stop listening to people. "Ok... now for the Dread Pirate Roberts!"

"And the rodents of unusual size," Brian grinned agreement, settling back into the couch and giving her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. He was done being stupid. Really. Well, except for the Domino thing....

The movie was quite was going strong when there came a knock on the door. "Pizza." Mya said, having forgotten all about ordering it. "Be right back." She paused the movie and wiggled from her comfortable position against Brian so she could get up and find her wallet. It was on the table near the door like it always was (and if she lost it at least it wasn't going to start a house fire). Mya opened the door, and started to dig into her wallet to pay the guy. She was just about to take the boxes from him when she remembered the almost-fire. "Brian." She wasn't going to tempt this monday to ruin another meal.

"Coming," Brian said, and heaved himself up to limp over and take the boxes. "No pizza spilling all over the floor, for us. Thanks," he added to the delivery guy. "Kitchen, then?" The smoke smell ought to have cleared by then, right?

Mya blushed slightly. "Thanks." She said to Brian as he limped away. She paid the pizza guy (tipping him a little extra, maybe she could pay off karma a bit) and joined Brian in the kitchen. "That would have been bad." She commented as she grabbed some plates out of the cabinet. "And a waste of good pizza."

"We could've cleaned it off," Brian teased lightly, testing the air before setting the pizzas down. Yep, smoke was all gone. Thank god. He peeked inside one. "You and your mushrooms. Mushrooms do not belong on pizza." In salads, yes. In pasta, yes. With meat, occasionally. On pizza, no. Something about the cheese and the mushrooms together just turned him off to it. It was a common tease, though, when they had pizza together.

"And peppers do?" She asked ‘defensively’ as she placed the plates on the table. "Drink of choice?"

"Sure they do. I'm the guy who cooks for a living, remember? If I say it goes on pizza, it goes on pizza." For once, Brian went with something not alcoholic. He really needed to cut back. "Soda'll do."

"I know how to cook too and I say mushrooms work on a pizza." Mya opened the fridge and grabbed two soda’s and returned to the table. "Pizza is not a spicy food."

"It can be if you like spice," Brian pointed out. "Though at least you don't go for pineapple. Why mangle the poor pineapple by cooking it, like that?" He served her up a couple slices, and himself a couple. He fully expected the whole thing would be gone by the time he left.

Mya laughed. “At least we can agree on one thing.” She held up the sodas and tilted her head toward the living room. “Ready to go storm the castle?” She asked with a grin.

Because he couldn't ever resist being silly, Brian gave her a little half-bow, plate-laden arms spread wide theatrically, and said, "As you wish."

Mya laughed. "Wrong line." She teased, leading him into the living room. "But you're quite the gentleman."

"It's the first one that came to mind," he chuckled, following and setting the plates down on the coffee table, then holding out his hands for the drinks before Mya dropped one. "And much more positive than Miracle Max's."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine be that way." She passed him his drink and plopped down on the couch. "Now sit! Movie time! Or... back to movie time!"

"Yes ma'am," Brian said, snapping a lazy, borderline-insolent salute-- good thing she was his friend and not, say, his general-- before settling next to her and stealing the remote to press "play" again.