On leave in San Fran (would you look at this original title) [private]

Phil was a bit too focused on his injuries to watch the whole thing that happened, but he caught a glimpse of Spencer trying to suplex (?) the monster to the ground, which would have been a hilarious spectacle if it wasn't involving his freaking best friend probably dying to a monster. Then he saw Spencer snapping her fingers and then the ceiling falling on the monster's head, while Spencer being left unscratched. Talk about luck... wait, that was the point. Spencer's powers dude... then she went over to the monster to stab it and gosh darn it he couldn't miss it. He wanted to kill the thing that ruined his quiet day, so he -tried to- rush to where it was, his gladius in hand. "May l join?"he asked, eith a devious grin, his eyrs shining with rage.

Darn... the feeling of joy when they stabbed the monster to death. F'n golden man! Then they got sprayed with goldust, which was sticky and annoying and disgusting. When Spencer raised her hand for a high-five he gruinned back at her and went on to raise his hand. And then the alarm ruined freaking everything. The staff came and blamed them for what had happened and then threatened to take them to Juvie. He gulped when the security guards came forward and grabbed Spencer's hand, then addressed the guards. "Now, guys, let's be logical here. We couldn't have done this, right? I mean-RUN!"and just like that it was his turn to drag Spencer, only for a few meters since she was faster anyway.

They took a few random turns, almost colliding a couple of times, the guards not seeming fit enough to get them. Then something occured at Phil. "So, uh, if we return to camp, there's this prom thingy that happens, and, uh... l wouldn't go alone and, uh..." he got interrupted because he almost slipped. "I was wondering if you'd come...as friends of course." Oh yeah, baby! Best time to bring that up!

They were close to the exit, which meant close to freedom. If they were lucky. On the other hand, that was Spencer's specialty, right? Right. Downside, they had gotten a little tired and the guards were closing the margin. Oh sht.

Her reaction was semi-expected, considering the last thing he expected was her agreeing. At least they had finally reached the exit. He was far more happy to leave the aquarium than he expected. "Freaking finally." he muttered. Of course, they wouldn't stop running. They never would it seemed. Then he saw the cops' car and they entered a store with clothes. More like Spencer pushed him in. After a couple of seconds catching their breath, he smiled. "They didn't catch us. Another successful mission for the probatios of doom." He saw her checking for clothes and he caught the drift. "Uh, l have no money. Don't tell me we'll... borrow clothes without asking?!" he asked, fakely shocked. Then he started looking for clothes himself. He found a new pair of jeans and then searched for... anything really. Then he turned back to Spencer. "So... that before was a no? "

He sighed when she entered the changing room without replying. What the fudge was he thinking when they were freaking chased by cops? He grabbed whatever was in front of him and entered the changing room next to hers -surprisingly not to stalk. He started putting on the clothes, his mind racing with various thoughts such as Did l mess up? or l'm hungry or even better Are the Wizards playing today? with a little bit of Crap, the cops are outside.. He was putting his pants on as someone pushed his curtain and Spencer stormed in and shut his mouth with her hand before asking him what to do. If he wasn't as embarassed as it gets, he could have made some great inappropriate jokes. Though he decided to collect himself, man up, put his pants on (literally and figuratively) and think of a solution. "We need a distraction and do what we always do. Run." he wishpered, his voice not very confident or convincing.

At least she hadn't commented on the pants thing. (OOC WHY THE HELL DID SHE NOT COMMENT ON THE PANTS THING? xD) This made things less unconfortable. It sucked though that she tried to go with his plan. If they failed, it was his fault. That sucked. Then she decided to manipulate luck and asked him if she looked... lucky? That was rather confusing. How can you determine if someone looks lucky? He dexisded to answer anywa ."You look..." He bit his lip before saying great. "...lucky enough." he decided.

OOC: SHE IS GOING TO

BIC: Spencer breathed deeply. "Good."

She closed her eyes shut and focused on her lucky feeling. Fortuna.. Mom... I know I asked you something today already, but if you want to help out on this one too, please do. She then spread her hands and channeled her feelings of good luck into concrete energy, which she directed with her thoughts on their whole situation. She pictured Phil and her reaching Camp Jupiter safely after a pleasant journey back to the Caldecott tunnel. She pictured them leaving the cops behind, unnoticed. Her lucky feeling grew and grew...
Then she let it go.

Immediately, she felt drained and had to sit down for a moment, wiping the sweat from her forehead. After several seconds, she looked back up at Phil and nodded. "Let's go," she whispered, hopped on her feet and discretely drew the curtain aside... Only to stumble upon a pair of objects which had been placed for whatever reason in front of their cubicle.

"...Seriously."

Spencer looked up at the sky then back at the objects. Big fake moustaches, sunglasses, and sombreros.

"Just kill me already," she sighed.

He saw Spencer try to chanel her magic. After some seconds of silence she sat down, drained from the effort. That probably meant it had worked, right? Then Spencer stumbled across... sombreros? And... were those fake freaking moustaches? Talk about luck. "You know, l like your mum's humour... but now l feel like Juvie is really close." He though grabbed the sombrero, the glasses and the moustache and put them on. "Can't believe this is happening. No one will ever believe this is true." After he was done he turned to Spencer once again. "Hola!" he said grinning.

"We look fab." That was one thing to say about the situation. The other was that they were doomed. He sighed before they went out. When he heard Spencer adress the cops he was sure they'd be arrested. Instead the cops ignored them and let them take the escalator and run out of this Gods' forsaken place.

Wait a minute. Had this ACTUALLY WORKED?! There was NO WAY it had. "Great job, Spence." he muttered to her. So... that was... 5 times she had saved him? Great. That made him feel useful. Oh well, better than being arrested.

Of course he had to tempt fate. As he said to Spencer that she had done a good job, the cops started running after them again. They started aimlessly running between mortals to force the policemen to lose their trail, when Spencer saved him yet again by pulling him with her at a side alley. Reluctantly he let go of the sombrero, the glasses and the moustache -and l mean, he threw them as far as possible. Then Spencer instructed him to stick with her (easy), not run(he hoped he wouldn't) and look as angelic as possible (at which he couldn't help but chuckle). But of course, Spencer's mum decided to throw another police car at their way. Maybe it was a sign she didn't approve his hanging out with Spencer. Anyway, the appearance of the car caused them to keep running for what felt like eternity, but only waslike 20 minutes. Well, that isn't a little. At the end of it he was as sweaty as a horse and couldn't catch his breath. Spencer couldn't even finish her sentence, so he tried to do it for her. "Tiring? Intense? Weird as [CENSORED]? Close? Awesome? Little bit of all?" His feelings were quite mixed as well about all this. "How about l get us food? At any case we won't have to run for it." he said nodding towards the fast food restaurant.

When she mentioned burritos, he grinned. Damn right they'd get burritos, it was part of the plan to come here in the first place. He didn't evencrack a silly joke as they ordered -he was so tired and bored that he decided to get whatever Spencer would. Credit to her, it tasted good. As they ate, Spencer started laughing, and he was so tense himself by all this that he couldn't help but do the same. He couldn't hold himself, he laughed at the point he couldn't breathe and teared up. "Beyond that. It was freaking epic. And we're alive because of you, so... amazing job Spence. You should be tgiven the act of valour for this."

Phil burst into laughter again at the mention of sombreros by Spencer. That was the derpiest sht ever, he thought. If he ever sacrificed to a God willingly, it would be to Fortuna for her beautiful sense of humor. That thought led him to recall all the events of this really, really long day. The aquarium visit seemed too distant at the moment. Just thinking of all the running and fhigting just made him... want more of it. Granted getting his life at risk or getting constantly saved by Spencer weren't thrilling, but the intensity was. And he wanted more of it.

He blushed a bit at Sprncer's underwear remark. "Yeah, if l knew stuff would happen l wouldn't have worn my third most embarassing underwear." he tried to joke. "So, you're actually coming? That's great. Being there alone would suck and l wouldn't just stay at camp." he said. He was genuinely really happy Spencer had accepted, but not for the reasons he claimed to be.