‘Oh, come on, you and Levi have something going on.’    Leave it to Hange to push buttons. They did it for fun, of course, but it left Chelsea and Levi with a dangerously difficult task to accomplish: proving Hange wrong. It’s not like they weren’t wrong; they most certainly were, as there was nothing going on between the two of them –– but Hange had a way with words that made even the most capable scouts stumbling to justify themselves. Levi had defaulted to his usual ‘tch’ and various expletives, but Hange was simply not letting up. So now it was Chelsea’s turn. While Levi thought she would simply fire back at them, she took a... different route. After insisting she feels nothing romantically for Levi, she turns to him and tugs him in by the collar of his jacket. Next, she does the unthinkable: she kisses him. 

Hange’s mouth immediately hangs open in shock, as Chelsea pulls away with a shrug and a, ‘See? Nothing. It’s like kissing a cold, wet, dead fish.’

( She could’ve stopped after ‘nothing’ ... )    ❛ –– What the fuck? ❜    is all he can say.

Levi blinks at Chelsea as she turns back to Hange, likely to avoid the dead stare he was shooting her. Hange, of course, bursts into a fit of laughter. Finally, Levi gathers his thoughts, and his arms cross over his chest. Another ‘tch’ is heard escaping his lips before he speaks. 

"You'd be running around with a fucking fever."

Eden answers simply, doing her best to ignore those large puppy-dog-eyes Chelsea is giving her. She turns her back from Chelsea to empty the bag of groceries on the counter, along with some medicine she picked up from the drugstore on her way over. She hears the sound of slippers shuffling on the floor, then the sound of Chelsea sneezing and subsequently coughing merely a few feet away from her. It took the entire force of the Emerson family to keep her inside once they figured out she was sick -- and it was clearly going to take even more effort to keep her laying down.

Eden turns around, holding a bottle of cold medicine in her hands. She holds it out towards Chelsea, who is still giving her the eyes. So of course, Eden's natural response is to roll her eyes and give the bottle a shake as she holds it up in her friend's face.

Josie looks at Chelsea out of the corner of her eye as she turns the steering wheel. They're on the way to the bar for trivia night now, and Chelsea has been ranting and raving about how much she's been looking forward to it. Her last statement causes Josie to audibly laugh.

"Well... I feel like I'm intruding on something very personal now. I didn't know you and trivia night were this serious."

She pulls into the lot, finding a convenient parking space before turning towards Chelsea in her seat. She looks at her friend very sincerely, reaching across the center console to grab her hands.

He shouldn't be surprised by Chelsea's words at this point. This has been an ongoing thing of hers for years now. He knows that every time he reacts to it, it only eggs Chelsea on to keep it going. But he can't help it. It somehow gets him every damn time. Like it's a reflex, Dean looks up at her from his laptop, giving her a completely deadpan gaze.

"Have you considered fucking off?" His hand reaches for his beer, and he lifts it to his lips, taking a swig. "Because I think you should give it a try."

His eyes return to his laptop, and he mutters to himself.

❛ Tch. Are you a fucking child? ❜    Levi snatches the book from her and looks down at one of the pages. His brow arches as he looks at the drawings, and then he begins to flip through each page. There are, indeed, copious amounts of dicks on each page.

❛ No, I always keep my toothbrush here. ❜    Levi points to the place near the sink that he religiously places his brush –– the very one he has in his hand now. He was a man of habit and routine.    And he was a stickler for cleanliness and hygiene.    There was no way he misplaced his toothbrush and mistook someone else’s for his own... Which can only mean...

His features twist with disgust.