There's No Going Back (Jack ~ Matt & Vy)

A bottum lip is taken between two teeth in order to hold back a pressing grin. Not really supposed to be cursing in front of little ones, but Vy can't help the urge for a smile. Only a moment ago she was going through those same exact reactions as Matthew; confusion, exhaustion, debate, disapproval. So this time she won't correct him on his bad language with a toddler less then a foot away. "Yeah, I know." She simply agrees instead and resists that need for a smirk. Can't relay a bad message to Brooklyn.

It is a difficult task to leave loved ones for an entire business week. But they also have to remember it's only for those five days. As pathetic as it is they do get to return to their families for two days; even if they don't get an extension because the academy followed them home. The big commitment has yet to be made fully. "There's still a chance you'll figure it out." Vy attempts to reassure with a slightly hushed voice. "But missing today won't help."

Like always Brooklyn has complete intent to brighten the mood; and when the blanket's pulled off of her petite body, she replies with a game of peekaboo. Obviously not enjoying the game as much, Matthew returns a muffled response of a peekaboo as he attempts to wake himself up. Looks like they're both thrilled to be going back to the academy. And to no surprise that's exactly what he mentions next, and whether he really has to go.

"Well I wouldn't stay here, Brittany might get the wrong idea from that." Automatically a little humor just slips out in the mist of the seriousness. "I'd go today though. Give it one last week to figure out your shit before going awol." She suggests with a shrug and watches as Matthew forces himself to his feet. Last night fighting buddies, this morning hangover buddies.

"Just a little whacked out of place." Another roll of her shoulders as she plays her knee off for being better then it really is. If it is broken again, all she's going to agree to is putting back on this inconspicuous brace again. She notes to put on longer, baggy pants prior to catching a buss. Before anything can be done though, footsteps of the last person being up echos through the living-room.

"Matthew." Brittany greets in a slightly shocked -obviously fake- way. Despite it feeling like a lifetime ago, they were all here only last friday. Guess she's starting off and ending off their eventful weekend. "Out of all people, why would you cheat with Vanity?" Without hesitation or any evidence she assumes the worst, and with an accusing tone nonetheless.

"Brittany, shut up." Vy instantly snaps back. There's no desire within her to put up with her shit. A deadly gaze is shot her way, only to be ignored. "Come on Brookie. Let's have some breakfast before I have to go." In a second the toddler's scurrying from the couch, to capture her mommy's hand for the short walk. "You can come to Matthew, we've got enough. Unless you wanna head home before the academy." She offers with a tight jaw from Brittany's presents. "Wouldn't want you to be stuck in a room with her." One last quick sharp glance hits the older woman before they leave into the kitchen.

When it comes to Vy's friends -whom are primarily of the male gender- and Brittany, they deal with her in one of two ways; enjoyment over the attractive mother and flirts back, or they simply ignore her. But how Matthew barks back is certainly a first. Never do they actually stand up for Vy, and her eyes widen in shock for a mere second. Of course he's only saying that to get under Brittany's skin, but it works nonetheless. "Mhm." Slips from the oldest woman's thinned lips. Not what she was expecting, and she crosses her arms in retaliation.

With Brittany up, Vy finds no surprise that Matthew's completely interested in leaving. Hell, she is to. But Brooklyn keeps her wanting to stay till the last minute despite the fact. "Probably best." She comments, only to get a request for water first. After his perfect comeback to Brittany, he definitely deserves that much. "Not at all." She responds to not minding and turns into the kitchen. Luckily the Witch doesn't even follow after Matt's proper goodbye.

"I'll be fine." Vy reassures her ability to get to the buss with her unstable leg. There's an instinct to be a good host and get the water for him; but when Matthew helps himself, she doesn't complain in the least. Whatever keeps her from strolling around less. Plus now she has to make breakfast, without an appetite of her own. Some fruits are grabbed and placed on a cutting-board as she listens to Matthew express how he had one too many beers, and then ask how many she had.

Good question, and she gives a short pathetic chuckle automatically. "Beers, shots, I lost count." She shares while chopping the fruit into two-year-old sized bites. "I'm sure I had a few too many." The complaint is more put in comical content though as she shrugs it off. She's learned to just accept the throbbing headaches and sensitivity to light; and the pain in her knee kindly distracts her from this hangover.

"How I'd do anything to crawl back into bed." Vy mutters her unrealistic wish while finishing up the final slices for breakfast. "Is your ass gonna need any help getting to the busses? I don't want to see you getting into trouble because you decided to go awol. Then Ky will certainly not have your help in any of this." Without any real intentions she spits out the truth before she's going to allow her friend to leave.