don't ever call me shawna

Barrel followed closely after, dropping the supplies on the bench. “We’ll see,” he shot back playfully, squatting down and resting his chin on the board as he shot her a grin. “But by the end of it, you’re gonna be pink as hell.” He watched with bated breath as she read the recipe, straightening as she gave the order. “Gotta ya!” He replied cheerfully, giving a salute before rummaging for a bowl and the wooden spoon. He placed them before her, then starting the search for the oil. “Then what?” he asked, picking out the oil container and bringing it to her.

"Perfect," Shock said, laughing at her brother, "Now, we gotta mix it all together, put it in an oiled pan and let it cook," she said, emptying the contents of the chocolate cake powder into the bowl. "Shit... Measuring cup. Where's that?"

"Oh I never intended to do it on my own, I just want to be there when you do. So it’s a date," Peter replied with a wink.

"Date?" Shock asked, poking fun at Peter, "Don'tcha think I'm a little old for you?"

"Yeah…" She nodded shyly, looking up from her drawing. "I uh— I’ve started making outfits too…" She motioned to her own outfit as indication.

"You made that?" Shock asked, a little bewildered. "I mean, I knew you could do costumes, and I assume real clothes aren't too different, but that's definitely no tutu."

"You can have the spoon.. an maybe a bit of the bowl," he decided with a shrug. It was probably fair. The bowl had more batter anyway. Barrel grinned, perking up in an instant. "Awesome!" he agreed, over joyed with the idea. Except.. most of his clothes.. no, wait, all of it was black. Was that cheating? Yeah, probably. There was probably something hidden deep in his closet. And if not.. Well, Lock’s clothes wasn’t that big on him. “I’m going to kick your butt, just so you know,” he challenged, grinning widely.

"In your dreams!" Shock scoffed as she made her way into the kitchen, immediately heading toward the fridge to retrieve the eggs and milk. Okay, so the recipe called for water, milk made it taste so much better. "Grab the bowl, spoon and oil, will ya?"

Travis grinned, sliding in the booth across from the girl, waiting for the waitress to give them their menus and leave before he relaxed slightly, one arm across the back of the booth as he stretched out, lounging slightly, “Thanks for that. I’m Travis.”

"No problem. I like playing along. I'm Shock," she told him after he had slid into the seat across from her, the menu the waitress had just given her in her hand. "Now... do I get my explanation?"

"Yeah," he just barely nodded at her, eyebrow quirking, "Unless you just want to sit around on a bench in the middle of town and smoke. We can do that, too."

"Oh god... I don't know. You wanna go grab a coffee from Granny's maybe? I really need a caffeine fix."

"I’d be honored!" he replied grandly, giving her an exaggerated bow. Peter was nothing if not a bit over the top, and this was just the sort of occasion that called for it. He smiled. "No, seriously, though, it would be so cool to help you! On one condition.” He held up a finger and winked. “I’d like to be the one to field test these new projects.”

Shock pondered his offer, tilting her head and raising her left finger to her chin before smirking. "We'll field test together. Can't prank alone, can you?" she added with another knowing smile, excited to work with Peter.

Barrel followed at her heels, a bounce in his step. Too bad for Lock, really. But you snooze you lose. It was fair game. “Can I lick the bowl?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face. The batter was the best part of the cake after all. Bounding to the car door, he took the bags from her stuffing them on the car floor before jumping in himself. Digging through the back, he took out the cake mix, eyeing the picture on the front. “I think we made off with a good haul. Tricks and a treat.” Dropping it back in the bag, he turned to his sister, “S’what do you want to do with the guns? Like, where are we gonna hit first?”

"As long as I get to have a bit, too," Shock said, smiling. "Well... I say we make the cake mix, and while it's in the oven, we have a little game between the two of us. See who can squirt the other the most? The food coloring should come out eventually, but I'm gonna wear something I don't mind staining up."

Sally smile,d pleased to see someone she knew a bit. That was always easier than talking to a stranger. “New outfit…” She blushed a bit, well aware that Shock wasn’t one of the few who knew she designed actual clothing and not just costumes.

"New outfit?" Shocked asked before taking a sip of her drink, "Not just another costume?"

"If you were looking maybe you would have moved your stupid ass from my pathway." She scoffed,  her face twisting in disgust at seeing who it was. "No, you don’t." She shook her head in a clearly annoyed manner and decided that this conversation was going nowhere and it was far too out in the open for her to get away with socking this stupid bitch in the face.

"Society is a bitch…" Niko made a face, shrugging slightly before leaning back against the bench, "But what’re you gonna do?" He paused for a moment before looking at her, brow raised, "What do you want to do, speaking of?"

Shock was taken aback a little bit when he asked her what she wanted to do. "What do I want to do? Like, now?"

Travis noticed the blush and couldn’t help but smirk slightly, unable to help wondering what the reaction would be if he kissed the girl. She wasn’t unattractive, and she seemed willing enough to play along, maybe he’d try it later. Once he was sure he was safe, though, not now. Still too risky. He bowed his head slightly when she thanked him, then followed her in, allowing himself a final glance over his shoulder before trying to forget about the policewoman, for a more believable performance. “Booth?” he asked her, eyebrow raised.

Shock looked back at the boy when he offered a booth. "Sure," she said, making her way to a booth near a window, smiling as she took a seat on one side of the booth and waited for the man to take a seat on the other side.