Movie Night | Evan

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She arrived home to a mess. She knew it was a mess. In fact she hadn't unpacked much said a lot.  Unlike her move to VA, she was in no hurry to unpack. And for some reason didn't feel like doing it. This place was going to be a home, she needed to accept that. With a sigh she placed her shopping on the table and blew out a breath and her hair along with it. Turn to open the fridge and saw Evan's note. She removed it from where it was placed after keeping the milk in the fridge. Few quick words.

Movies and popcorn? She blinked at herself baffled then read it again. Were they going out or staying in? If they were watching at home, she had nothing that suited for the night, no popcorn, no drinks. Well, she scowled at the note, he could buy them since.....well he could. And that wasn't a reason enough. She knew she hadn't seen him much since she had moved. She whined in the empty kitchen, she had to thank him for helping her bring her stuff up. With that in mind she ordered pizza over the phone and moved put away everything she had brought.

Walking in her room, Jazz kicked of her shoes, and flopped on the bed, took a moment of rest. After a long day she wanted some peace and quite. A good glass of wine with a book. Perhaps she could do that tomorrow, unless someone decided to frak her plans, but she could still have wine. Rolling out of bed moved to the bathroom for her after work routine, and to change in to her light pink sweats. Emerging almost twenty minutes later, she moved to tiny up the lounge of the mess she had created. With this mess around, no one would believe that Jasmine Cross preferred a tidy house. Pulling out a regular glass she poured wine and sipped and waited for her cousin to show that pretty face of his.

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan didn't want to spend the evening alone at his penthouse—the memories of his ordeal were just too fresh... too painful. The physical damage had healed—there were scars, sure—but the hardest part was trying to get past the psychological damage. He still woke in cold sweats in the middle of the night. Maybe he always would. Tonight Vanessa had to work late at the office... and Jess? Evan didn't have the heart to tell his girlfriend that Jess was spending time that friend of hers. What was his name? Hunter... yeah, that was it. So why not have movie night with his favorite cousin in Chicago? Okay, only cousin in Chicago, but still his favorite. It's not like either of his sisters were right around the corner. Not that he would feel comfortable spending time with Alex or Mikaela given... everything that had happened. Evan carried a couple of grocery bags up to Jasmine's front door, knocking with his shoe. He wasn't sure what she had—or even what she'd managed to unpack. He put on his most charming, boyish grin, as he waited for her to open the door. @jazz [attr="class","evanright2"]

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it's a sign of my obsession ||She flopped after tidying up what mess she could before a magazine distracted her. There had been a time when putting one in front of her could have caused heads to roll. With her degrees in still yet to be unpacked, Jazz had far too much free time, now that she wasn't studying. She tipped her head at Martin's photo -which had been few of the first things she unpacked. Everything that reminded her of her failed marriage had gone to Rhode Island with her father. "Maybe I should pick another Master Degree to do?" She knew her father would kill her, Martin's parents would be upset too. But that was she suppose to do with all this free time? And in a place she know no one other than Evan. There was no answer to her question, she knew that there would be no reply, instead she sipped from the glass and flipped the page. Since celebrity gossip wasn't her thing, she skipped more pages towards the clothing section. Cooing over shoes just might hep her kill her time. She could shop and look at shoes all day. But the knock on the door had her turning her head, yet it wasn't quite a knock, she mused, more like a thud. She looked at the time, it could be the pizza guy. And it took another few seconds before it hit her. Setting the glass as well the magazine. Jazz hurried to the door, opening it, all she saw was a boyish grin, "Look at what the cat dragged in," she greeted him as she took one bag, and walked back in, tipping her head for him to to follow. "Been busy with the girlfriend?" she asked as she set the bag on the counter, "She let you out to play?" Her tone clearly teased him, as she smiled at him, "Seriously, what have you been up to?" She eyed him from head to toe. [ no WORDS.don't count ] [ NOTES ] [ MUSIC ] [ Evan Cross ] you're my sweetest sin

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] If his scars weren't hidden by the clothes he wore, Evan might have felt self-conscious as Jasmine looked him over, but her scrutiny still made him… uncomfortable. In the past, he would have been fine with it—yet things had changed, and not necessarily for the better. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. It was different when Vanessa looked at him. She understood what he had gone through. She could relate in a way others could not. But focusing on other things helped… some. So long as he didn't have to talk about it. "You could say that," Evan teased his cousin back, leaving her to ponder his exact meaning. Setting his own bag down on the counter, he gave Jasmine a big hug. He felt comfortable going to her for advice. Older and wiser, perhaps, but she certainly had a little more life experience. Sometimes his two sisters were just too close—and Jasmine? She was family… he just hadn't grown up in the same house with her. It made talking to her about certain things easier. Like the father-son feud that had kicked off. "Nothing too new. You know I quit Cross Consolidated and started dating the CEO of one of our competitors. Dad wasn't too happy about those developments. Still not sure I want to try talking to him." Evan shrugged. Perhaps he was being just as stubborn, but he hadn't started this with his father… hadn't driven a big wedge in their relationship. He just wasn't sure he was in the forgiving mood either. Actually, there was one bit of news he hadn't told her. "Oh, but I'm going to be a dad. Me," Evan emphasized. "A dad." Evan found himself dropping his guard—to an extent—as he playfully nudged Jasmine in the side. His way of indicating 'your turn,' but without actually saying as much; the ball was now on her side of the court. @jazz [attr="class","evanright2"]

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it's a sign of my obsession ||She was a former NCIS agent, picking on odd behavior was something she did for living. And his was acting a little odd, but Jazz let it go. She wasn't a agent and he was not a suspect. She laughed at his reply as she pulled out another glass before going over to the fridge, "I could, but I won't." Her lips curled as took out the wine she had then set on the table, "I will just play with every scenario know to mankind." She was more close to him than his sisters. Perhaps it stemmed from disliking her own sister her mother had given her. Leaning on the counter she listened to his tale, "Word got around," she admitted, "I don't think I have ever seen or rather heard Aunt Jackie being mad and angry. Kinda reminds me not to get on her bad side." Of course Alex had called, then her dad, "Dad's more supportive of you going out and doing your own thing. Heck, he never stopped me." And poured Evan the drink, "Mine's on the table." She understood his joy partly. Being a step-mother had been the next best thing. Thinking of the girl; Jazz's hand went to the pendent she wore. She missed the little girl. "Now," she distracted herself from her own thoughts, "that is wonderful news. I think you will make a great dad. Let me babysit once in a while, so I don't have to chase you down with a bat." Then laughed at the image that seemed funny to her only. "And we will have a toast to parenthood." When the nudge came she knew what it meant, with a sigh she walked over to the sofa and table where her drink was, took a sip as she carefully kept her emotions in check so the water dam behind her eyes didn't break; for now. Where was she even to start. "You mean aside from the obvious that my life is a mess right now?" Her voice was dry, her head was tipped to the side so she could see him. And she just didn't mean the mess in this penthouse/apartment. "I'm toying with the idea of doing another masters or going for a PhD. If I do, dad's going to kill me. I have so much time on my hands I don't know what to do with it all." Work and study had been her comfort zone after Martin's passing. And in some sense it was all she could rely on, even now. Even back then her family had hardly seen her. She was sure that a lot people would be disappointed with her choice she was making. "On that note, I'm giving up on men." "And tonight or any other night is not time the to brood over my dumb life choices. Since I ordered pizza, I hope you brought movies." Piazza, wine, movies and great company of her wonderful cousin was all a girl could ask for. [ 520 including code ] [ NOTES ] [ MUSIC ] [ Evan Cross ] you're my sweetest sin

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[attr="class","evanright"] "Ah, yes. My cousin, the detective." Okay, sure, she was actually a former NCIS agent, but that was close enough. At least in his mind. Fortunately, she hadn't started trying to analyze his behavior—or… as far as he could tell, she hadn't. And, also fortunately, she seemed preoccupied coming up with scenarios that explained his cryptic answer. "Because the truth is far less exciting than what you make up?" Evan shrugged. This wasn't how he wanted things, but this was where he had ended up. "Mom seems... okay with my decisions. I think she's more upset that I'm not talking to Dad. Alex and Mikaela... they don't say it, but I'm sure they don't want to be caught in the middle." Evan watched as she poured a drink. Great. Alcohol was just what he needed. Half a glass and he'd be blabbing all his life secrets Jasmine didn't already know. Oh, well. He'd done far more embarrassing when drunk. Thoughts of what he might do later didn't keep a sly smile from creeping across his face. Jazz had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she'd already volunteered as a future babysitter. There was no backing out now. "You think you can handle two little munchkins?" Of course Jasmine would be amused by thoughts of chasing him around with a bat. Yeah, just because she was in better shape than he was... It wouldn't be much of a competition. Evan clarified for Jasmine's benefit. "They're not twins. It's a long story. Don't ask." Evan frowned. Her life was a mess? If only she knew what had happened to him, but he didn't think he would ever reach the point where he was comfortable talking about it. He had caved to Vanessa. Told her everything. Opening up to someone else about it… just the idea scared him. Nope, no easy solution for him, but what Jasmine needed was people to hang out with here in Chicago. "You could spend it with your cousin and his friends? I don't bite. Usually. And a little fun won't kill you." He nodded towards one of the bags. He'd brought a few movies just to be on the safe side. "Wasn't sure what you had seen. Go ahead and pick one." He reached towards the other bag, beginning to rummage through it. "Let's get some popcorn started, shall we?" @jazz [attr="class","evanright2"]

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it's a sign of my obsession ||He was picking on her, she could tell that much, “Agent,” she corrected him, stubbornly, “Former Agent, but still…” She shrugged, she was too far away to poke him anyway, “It stands. I’m not really a detective here, but a mere patrolling officer.” Agent Cross sounded better to her anyway. She laughed at his words and threw herself on the couch, “Always better. It’s kinda fun coming up with ideas.” And sipped. A part of her always envied her cousin’s relationship with their mother. Hers had more or less abandoned her as a child. Their own relationship was rocky at best. “It will get better. Give her time, she can’t stay upset for long. Not with her only son.” In fact, he was the only Cross to take the name forward. She nodded about Alex and Mikaela, “I can understand that,” she could to a degree, “support their brother or dad.” This had been one thing she didn’t have to worry about. The funny part was they both knew each other’s secrets, but not all. She was about to drown another sip of her wine, when his words made her choke on her own drink, “TWO?” she did all but nearly screamed, as she plopped herself on her knees on the sofa and stared at him, “What do you mean two?” If he didn’t stop smilingly slyly, he would end up with a pained jaw and her with a bruised hand. And no, she was not going to explain this one to Aunt Jackie. “And no, I doubt I can handle two.” She looked at him baffled when he said it wasn’t twins. Don’t ask, she was tempted to. Another time, another place for another story. At his frown, she frowned, “Well…” She gave a hunch of her shoulders, “maybe it’s not that bad.” Leaning over the back rest, “I’m spending it with you, aren’t I? We can consider it a progress.” For some reason wine was likely to it her head faster than it normally did. She could put it down to having it on empty stomach, “I know you don’t bite, which is why you are a great company. Your friends bite?” “Hey I have fun,” she protested a little later, “when the mood strikes.” Shopping was her main fun. Walking back to the kitchen, she poked her hand in the bag and took out the collection, scanning, “Finding Dory?” she held the cover of the movie, “Seriously? On the other hand we can pretend to be kids and watch it.” Another that peeked her interest was Independence Day: Resurgence. Original had been good. [ 432 minus codes ] [ random movies.... ] [ MUSIC ] [ TAG ] you're my sweetest sin

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan snorted. Detective, agent, officer… they were all kind of the same thing. Bodyguard, on the other hand… not so much. "Just be glad Dad hasn't contacted you about working on the security detail he insists on giving me, but I keep refusing. If he knew you were here in Chicago… does he know you're here? He hasn't contacted you, has he?" The more he thought about the idea, the more it made good sense—at least from his father's perspective. Trying to use Jazz to get at him… yeah, he could see his dad being that manipulative. All because he'd gotten kidnapped and… everything else. This definitely qualified as worst case scenario. "You know how to use a gun… and you're pretty badass, doing what you do every day. Pretty sure that makes you qualified." He refused to talk family more. Mom may not have been happy about the divide between father and son, but if pushed far enough, Evan could be extraordinarily stubborn. If he didn't want to do something, he would dig his heels in and refuse. Making up and playing nice after how his dad had callously disregarded his feelings for Vanessa? He couldn't just forgive and forget. He wouldn't. That meant anything his dad wanted of him—like that protection detail—went right out the window. Not that he would have been inclined to say yes. Not when having them around would serve as a constant reminder of what had been done to him. Evan chuckled at his cousin's reaction to the news. Oh, the look on Jazz's face was priceless. And it didn't figure to go away any time soon, as she was probably deciding whether he was being serious or not. It was a legitimate internal debate—he had a hard time taking things seriously to begin with. But at least she'd been able to bring him out of his close to depressed headspace. "Two," Evan repeated. He and Vanessa were expecting two little ones in the coming months. "As in, one more than one." Jazz still looked positively green at the revelation, or maybe about ready to sock him in the face, but he'd already decided—having already committed, she couldn't back out. Maybe he should have started out by indicating he would be a father of two. Oops. He kept that sly little smile going just a little bit longer. "You can't un-volunteer your services. You'll be great with them." Evan nodded skeptically. Jazz needed to get out, meet some people. Just because she had recently moved to Chicago didn't mean spending her free time alone in her apartment. It wasn't healthy—although coming from the person that still had some issues leaving the relative safety of his own apartment, perhaps he had no place to talk. "This is me not believing you right now. Don't make me drag you out of this apartment. My friends are a good group—a little off-the-wall sometimes, and Teresa's parties can be a little wild. Don't worry. They'll like you." Jazz held up the Blu-ray to one of his trademark shrugs. "What?" Evan protested in mock indignation. Finding Dory seemed a reasonable selection to include with the other movie choices. He grabbed a bag of popcorn, tearing off the plastic wrapping, and tossed the savory snack into the microwave. The distinctive popping began not long after. From what he remembered of Finding Nemo, things had ended well enough between… father and son? Yeah, great, maybe that wasn't the best movie to include, but he wouldn't show Jazz that it bothered him. "You have a problem with 'feel good' movies?" @jazz [attr="class","evanright2"]

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it's a sign of my obsession ||Jazz shrugged at his question. She had no idea if Uncle David even knew she was in town, “As far as I know, he doesn’t know.” She told him as she took a generous dose of her wine, then considered a re-fill of the glass, “Unless Dad has told him. He would be knocking on my door already and he hasn’t. We can safely say he has no idea, I’m here.” She rose an eyebrow, “You turned down a security job? That would have taken guts.” She listened as he ticked off what made her qualified for a job with Cross Consolidated. Badass made her laugh, yea right. He was portraying her a deadly female in heels; something that was too much of a stretch. “And take the job that’s meant for you? What am I crazy? Given, I can even stab a man with heels I wear, I might be a little over qualified for the job.” Did she even look crazy was a better question, left un-asked. When he moved into a smarty-pants mode on her; she simply and playfully smacked his forehead with the DVD cover she had in hand, “However you said it wasn’t twins,” she pointed out, “and that’s baffling. But okay.” She was going back off, when he twisted her arm with not taking her word back on this, “If they turn out to be badass like me. Don’t blame me.” In that area, she could plead the fifth anyhow, right? She grinned, “In that case, you might have to drag me out,” she told him, “Seriously Evan, I still have to unpack. I have more of my stuff coming in few days. Adding to the list, dad is sending his best team to make this place Jazz’s Corner as he likes to call it.” It was really appealing in getting buried in books. “However, I can be up for parties. And weird, how so?” She laughed at his question, “Now you mention it,” she considered for a moment, “I might be allergic to feel good movies and happy endings.” Martin had been gunned down four months before their wedding on a quick trip to the store – something she had never gotten over. He had been the love of her life. Things had been slow with Andrew at start, but they build something, only to see it crumbling down. Leaving her step-daughter was her only regret. Her eyes moved to the photo she had on the table, “They don’t happen that much in real life.” Her nose sniffed the air as smell of popcorn seeped out from the microwave. Shaking her head, “They are making me hungry.” As if on cue, the bell rang, “Ooooooh pizza’s here too.” Then bounced off to open the door. [ 460 minus codes ] [ ---- ] [ MUSIC ] [ Evan Cross ] you're my sweetest sin

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[attr="class","evanright"] "No," Evan found himself chuckling. You didn't trade a position as Cross Consolidated's Head of Applied Science for one as a glorified bodyguard—and he'd already thrown that science position into the proverbial trashcan. It would be a cold day in hell before he ever accepted another job working for his father, but especially in any type of security capacity. All you had to do was take one look at him. He was a scientist—a thinker, not a fighter. "Dad doesn't want to give me a security job. He wants to give me bodyguards after… well, he just does." How did you explain you'd been kidnapped and tortured to someone who didn't know? That accepting said protection would only make what had happened more real? He needed anything but serious conversation and Jasmine seemed all too willing to provide it. In fact, Evan should have seen it coming when Jasmine whacked him playfully in the head with a DVD case—and for what? Answering honestly? One plus one equaled two. "Hey!" he protested, the reaction a little delayed. Okay, so it hadn't really hurt, but it was the principal of it all. He grabbed a pillow on the couch to defend himself with—at least she'd unpacked a few things. If Jazz was really going to walk the path of mutually assured destruction, Evan was taking a superior weapon. "You shouldn't beat up your own cousin like that. But… since you started it!" He took a playful swing of his own, smacking her lightly on the hip. Evan stopped laughing at sweet, sweet revenge, but he still clutched the pillow close to his chest, just to be on the safe side. Jasmine might not have been asking, but continuing to dance around the subject seemed close enough. He finally just let out a heavy sigh. "Because they're not twins. Not really," he began to explain. He would have preferred to just leave it at that, but he had a feeling this conversation wouldn't go away anytime soon, unless he gave her a few details. So long as he didn't have to tell her where babies came from too. "It's a rare phenomenon called superfetation. It's—apparently—possible to become pregnant while pregnant." Looking around at the collection of boxes piled up around her place, Evan couldn't help but think he was only getting part of the story. Because, yeah, it was an excuse, but it really wasn't. Maybe it did take the younger cousin to be the voice of reason. He gave her a knowing look—one she probably knew all too well by now. "Have you even thought about asking for help? I think you're trying to avoid people. I can come by with a couple of friends. All you need to do is say the word, Jazz." The truth struck a little too close to home. Evan winced, recognizing his observation seemed to be every bit as much about him as it was his cousin. He'd been trying to avoid leaving the confines of his own penthouse as much as humanly possible—that stupid sidewalk where he'd gotten shot stirred too many painful memories. So why not kill two birds with one stone? "We can grab some drinks or something afterwards. Have some fun with us." Unlike Jazz, Evan had a very different perspective on things. Life had a way of coloring your world views. As far as he was concerned, happily ever after did exist—or at least some real world version of it did, but trying to convince her otherwise meant dredging up a story only one other person beside himself knew the details. It wasn't every day you got rescued—after giving up hope you would ever see the love of your life again—to find out the two of you were going to be parents. Seemed close enough to storybook, even if he was still coping with trauma that might not ever go away. The microwave beeped—indicating the popcorn was ready—just as the pizza arrived. As Jazz headed for the door, he made a beeline for the kitchen, working on opening the bag and depositing the buttery contents into a popcorn bowl. Yeah, they were going to have some fun with tonight, as he brought the snack out and set it on the table in front of the couch. "All right. Let's get a movie in." Evan looked at the two selections his cousin had set aside: Finding Dory and Independence Day: Resurgence. "Is it going to be happily ever after or grim dark, no hope of survival?" @jazz [attr="class","evanright2"]

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it's a sign of my obsession ||Jazz simply rose an eyebrow at her cousin when he cleared it up for her who the job was supposed to be for. Picking up her wine, “In that case….” She swirled the liquid in the glass, as she considered the idea, and tipped her head, “I could to do it.” She was sure Evan was not going to find the appeal in that. If she was in his shoes, she wouldn’t either. She had no good reason on why she would make a good candidate for this job. She was sure that answer would come to her. After all, Evan was the only male among the three girls that surrounded him, “And I’m serious.” When he smacked her with a cushion, after a delayed reaction, “Slow poke,” she giggled, didn’t even see the swing of the pillow, “EVAN,” she did a mock yell, “put that down.” She knew there were chance that he won’t have. If he wanted a pillow fight, she would give him one, but he did better be prepared to lose, “I’ll finish it by winning.” He explained how they were twins, and shook her head, “I have heard about it, or rather might be have read it somewhere. As long as it did not become three in one go." And paused for second, “I stand it, don’t blame me if they turn out like me…. badass, to quote you.” She placed the pizza down as she noticed him look around the pile of boxes. She was only skating the surface. His question felt like an accusation; heck it might as well be one. But he was too close to few home truths. She was avoiding people. She had been always good at that. The look he gave her mad her sigh, “Help?” The word came out sounding like he was speaking an alien language. She knew the meaning of the word, but not when it came to asking for it for herself. After the way things went down with Martin’s death, the word help was the last thing on her mind. She closed her eyes and nodded, then opened them and reached out to cup the side of his face, “I know, I can call you, but I’m not used to asking for help.” The idea of getting drunk seemed appealed to her, “I can be game for it.”. Just how much was she going talk away under the influence of vodka was to be seen. She flopped on the seat as he went to get the popcorn and at his question she looked at the covers, “Finding Dory, but I’m holding on to Independence Day: Resurgence.” [ not counted ] [ ---- ] [ MUSIC ] [ Evan Cross ] you're my sweetest sin

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