Rainbows after Hurricane

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Asher returns to the waiting room with three cups of coffee, and plops down beside Jason. "Okay, here's the coffee." Meredith and Jason immediately take a cup awakening their sleepy head.

                 "Hmmm....Coffee has never been so yum before." Meredith says as she takes a sip of it, getting ready to get lost in the world of caffeine.

Jason watches her as she licks of a little coffee around her lips, and in a monotone voice, says, "You know when you do that thing with your lip, which you just did, I really kind of want to kiss you. Isn't it amazing?"

Meredith pauses to look at him with the coffee midway in her mouth, and purses her lips in a thin line. "Am I supposed to laugh?" she says dryly, cocking an eyebrow.

               "No, you were supposed to drool all over me and get excited like cheerleaders do before, during, and after the game." Jason muses, smirking, but is quickly replaced with a frown when he notices the nonchalant expression in her face. "I mean, c'mon, I just told you I want to kiss you, and you're sitting there, watching me with those grandma expressions. What's wrong with you?"

With a deep frown settling onto her face, she reaches forward with her elbows parching on her knees, directing a glare so dangerous at him, that he'd have been smothered into ashes if it isn't for his foolishness.

                  "Did you just tell me that I look like a grandma?" Meredith says, calmly or truth be told scarily calmly that the cold coffee Asher's just taken a sip off starts burning his throat and not in a nice way.

Jason scoffs, rolling his eyes in a way like he's ashamed of her. "No," he drawls, his face scrunching up in the middle as he says so. "I didn't say that." Asher sighs in relief, thanking the god for ceasing the war that's just about to begin but maybe he's just too quick to thank. "I said you've grandma expressions." Jason comments, and then adds, "Dumbo!"

Uh-oh! Looks like someone's in trouble.

Asher slaps a hand to his forehead and gives his friend a what-the-hell-are-you-doing-and-stop-it-if-you-do-not-want-to-die look. Poor Jason!

Meredith scoffs, barely hanging with a thin thread of patience, a really thin thread. "If I have a grandma expressions, what do you think you have, you lazy ass."

               "Whoa! Lazy ass? Did you just call me lazy ass?"

               "Yes, I did." Meredith fires back, looking him squarely in the eye.

                "Okay!" Jason nods in understanding, before a look of war crosses and settles across his face. "If you want to play it that way, so be it, you control freak, Ms. Everything-has-to-be-my-way bitch!"

                "That's it!" Meredith jumps off the bench, catching him and Asher with surprise as she grabs him with color, starting with a series of colorful curses.

              "Hey! Get off of him." Asher holds her from the waist to bring her off of Jason, but he surely didn't know that when a girl is in an angry mood, she is stronger than men. Before Asher can think about to stop the fight, Jason's hand is already in her hairs, pulling at them as they get engaged to a screaming match.

                "LEAVE MY HAIR!" Meredith screeches.

                "YOU FIRST!" Jason shouts back.