Betty Morland ℘ [Robin Hood] (aclue) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-01-05 20:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | betty peabody, leon sullivan |
Who: Betty Peabody and Leon Sullivan
What: Leon is the Mr. Miyagi to Bette's karate kid, and then they commandeer a bowling alley. Ambitious? No, just your average night for these unbiological wonder twins.
When: Tuesday evening/night, January 5
Where: Leon's apartment in shady town, Las Vegas. Then an unsuspecting bowling alley.
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, the appropriate Betty and Leon warning labels?
Betty and Leon had made plans Monday night to do some sparring but that had been put on hold due to the unexpected kidnapping of Farley's daughter. Betty had immediatly rushed off to New Orleans for the night and upon her return to Las Vegas the following day she had called Leon to reschedule. Dealing with Al and all her anguish had certainly not put Betty in a mood to be sociable but it had put her even more in a mood to spar, plus it was Leon's company which she could never not be in the mood for. She was slightly aware of their past non-platonic undertones when interacting with each other, and since she and Phin were now considered to be something serious, the way she was with Leon sometimes probably wasn't the most appropriate. And maybe drinking and sparring with Leon wasn't exactly appropriate either despite how innocent it actually was, at least to her. Betty really wasn't sure if Phin was the type of boyfriend to care. But since Phin was at work and Betty really needed this outlet, it didn't take much to convince herself to go.
Where most other people sought to hinder her wild nature, Leon only seemed to want to embrace it and even encourage it. Whenever they hung out or sparred it ended up being a real blast, in many ways he already felt like a best friend even though she'd only known Leon for a couple months. She could really be herself with him, no filters. Of course, she loved everyone in her life, but she really gravitated towards people who just accepted her for who she was and sought to get out of it as much as she did. One of those people just so happened to be Leon Sullivan, and together they seemed a force to be reckoned with. She couldn't lie, she loved that about them, plus Leon was just plain fun, never a downer even in a completely justified situation it seems. Like today for example, Bette was feeling completely down in the dumps about the whole Lilia thing and if there was one person who could make her forget about it completely right now, well, that would usually be Phin, but Leon was definitely an excellent alternative. She needed a major distraction.
By now Leon's street was a familiar sight to the red head, and she couldn't help still being amused by how shady the neighborhood he lived in actually was. Of course she didn't find Leon to be a low life in the slightest, but somehow where he lived just seemed to fit him. Pulling her shoulder bag tighter against her (it was holding the rum after all, she needed to keep it safe), she made her way quickly up to the front gate and hit Leon's number to buzz his apartment. "Leon! Let me in or I'm opening this bottle without you!"
Of course Leon had already gotten everything in place as soon as he had finished talking to Bette, or, as he preferred, Foxy. There was the boxing stuff in a corner where he had stashed his gym bag and everything that went along with that, and he had already gotten out multiple glasses so that many delicious concoctions could be made of as many different alcoholic beverages as they could handle. Well, more along the lines of what Foxy could handle, and really, he was a total boyscout, scouts' honor or whatever they said nowadays. He was busy getting out said liquor when he heard the buzzing, meaning that Foxy had arrived. Not wanting her to be consigned to a fate worst than being robbed or money or anything of value, he sprang towards the button with a grin.
"Hey there Foxy! You better come on up, because like hell am I going to let you have that bottle without me!" Leon laughed as he buzzed her in.
Betty smiled, opening the door immediately upon hearing the buzz and taking the stairs two at a time to reach Leon's apartment. Bette had a personal thing against elevators, but if you asked her what it was she'd only be able to stutter out a response of it smelling too much like death by a snapped wire. When she reached her destination she rapped on the door impatiently, a little flushed now and out of breath. She obviously needed to work out more, though being a natural redhead, it really didn't take much for her face to mirror the shade of her hair. As she waited for Leon to answer the door she began tapping her foot and humming the tune to 'Blackbird' under her breath while inspecting the contents of her bag to assure the bottle and everything was still in tact. "I'm growing old out here!"
"If you grow old, then that bottle you have grows old with you, and everything is always better with age!" He yelled to her outside his door as he made sure that everything was where it was supposed to be. He wasn't really a neat freak, and his apartment didn't reflect that. In fact, the one oddity about his apartment was that it didn't actually reflect himself too much. Sure, it had the traditional bachelor pad look and feel to it, but there were only trace elements that really told Leon's story. And even with that stuff around, it was a very tough picture to get.
He almost had that problem with running into the door as he opened up the many locks from the door and threw it wide open with a grin. Sure, Ben liked to screw him up sometimes by adding that burst of speed and strength that he really had under control most of the time, and he was just glad that this time he hadn't broken the door. So, making it seem that he had meant to slam the door open, he still grinned.
"So, what a surprise. I knew you would end up on my doorstep eventually."
Bette laughed, her cheeks still faintly pink with pleasure as she stepped through the doorway and graced him with a kiss on the cheek as she slyly transferred the bag of rum into his hands. "I suppose it was inevitable, wasn't it, even though I've been here at least once before, though honestly I barely remember that night." She smiled up at him before making her way around him and walking further into the room to inspect. She hadn't really thought much about what the state of Leon's place could be like, but considering he was a guy, Bette had expected the place to be a little bit more... guy like? Insanely messy, beer cans everywhere, posters of partially nude women littering the walls? Not that she thought of Leon as any sort of stereotype.
"So!" Bette turned to face him in the middle of the room, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the place. "This is impressive, Leon Sullivan's place in the light of dusk. Am I the only girl who's seen it before midnight?" She was joking of course, she didn't judge Leon at all for his lady killing ways, though she did take some sort of small pleasure out of not being amongst the hoards of women she was sure Leon had conquered.
He opened the bag and took out the bottle of rum, inspecting the label as he shut the door behind the both of them, locking it with one hand. "Oh, I see, this is what you really came for," He laughed and went over to the table so he could place the bottle of rum near the glasses. Looking back at Foxy, he watched her looking around the place, noticing where her eyes went, watching the subtle shift from left foot to right as she walked further into the room. Yes, he should have made his bed or something, but he highly doubted that she cared about things like that.
"Hey now! Logan has been here plenty of times before midnight! And uh. There was one girl, what was her name. Uhm. Wait, shit, I know it, hold on," Leon leaned against the table, arms folded across his chest. "Oh! Right! Anna or Annabel or Anastasia, I don't know, but she was this real wild chick, you have no idea some of the stuff she could pull out of thin air and no, really, she was wild. And she would come over to my apartment instead of us going back to hers, and you know, eventually I had to ask her what the deal was. Well, okay, maybe I didn't specifically ask her, you know, because that would have been rude, so I drove over to her place without her having a say, and we get to her door, and I KID YOU NOT, she was living with these two worshippers of some kind of....well, you know what, I really have no say in a person's religion considering Ben's worshipping ways, but we walk in just as they cut the head off this chicken, and the chick I was with was all 'So, do you wanna join?' and I was looking at her with my are you kidding look, so yeah, I got out of there way quick because as soon as I backed up casually to the door, she went all exorcist on me and rolled her eyes back and started muttering and MAN! I've never been back there since."
Betty listened to this story with ever increasingly wide eyes, shaking her head and making her way over to the opposite side of the table as he finished. It really was amazing sometimes the things her friend managed to get himself into, but it did provide her with countless tales to keep her entertained so really, Bette could only seek to encourage this sort of behavior. "Leon, you really do know how to pick 'em," she laughed softly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table and looked up at him, her brown eyes dancing with amusement. "You're lucky you got out of there when you did, they were probably trying to put a curse on you!"
Then her attention was momentarily focused on the rum as she unscrewed the cap and took the liberty of filling two of the glasses up to a little less then half way, still leaning on one elbow. Might as well start the night off right? "I bet she found out you were stealing from her, you should be more careful." she added with a grin as she finished pouring and went into the bag she'd brought for a minute, producing a small bottle of coke a few seconds later. "I only like a little bit mixed in, so hopefully you're not one of those wusses who makes it half coke and half rum, I'm not sure we could continue being friends."
"I bet it was a curse! I do! The next morning all of my socks were missing and I couldn't find my toothbrush, so I'm thinking voodoo or something, because I used to get a lot of pain in my arm and I thought it was pins or something, I swear," Leon said as he watched her fill up the glasses. "And okay, maybe I took twen-- forty dollars out of her purse when she was busy, but I had some bills to pay and if I didn't get the money to some people, I mean, I could have lost everything I own if I didn't pay up."
Grabbing his glass, he breathed in the scent of alcohol with a happy little sigh. "I like coke with it, but it has to be just a little bit. The coke to rum ratio really can't be fifty-fifty or anything crazy like that," He said as he took a sip and did a little happy wiggle as he felt the burn go down his throat. "Yes. Totally worth the wait, you know, you took such a long time in getting here."
"Hey now, it was only thirty minutes! Tops. The Sheriff didn't seem to want me to go anywhere, so he kept doing really cute kitten things to keep me distracted, the crafty little animal," Betty told him, chucking the cap to the coke at him before pouring in a tiny amount to mix in her glass, then taking a long sip and deciding with a nod that it had been the perfect amount. She gave her only little sigh of contentment and straightened up where she stood, taking another sip before focusing her attention back on Leon. She really didn't feel like talking about the Lil situation at the moment, as selfish as it was, she really just wanted to forget about it for awhile so she didn't mention it. This was already better than her original idea to stay at home and mope, and if she started telling Leon about it she'd probably go back into moping mode so she kept her mouth shut. Betty was just not the moping type, and it might have produced some rather strange results and this was much better, at least this way she was drinking and not just talking to herself. Or a cat.
"So what are we doing? You are my sensei for the night! Mold me, Leon, make me something more than a lowly grass hopper." Bette said all this in a very dramatic fashion, hiding he smile with another sip from her drink as she moved expertly out from behind the table and back into the living room.
His reflexes were so good that he was able to catch the bottle cap in his hand, and then he threw it up in the air to catch it again before he put it back down on the table. Taking the coke bottle, he poured a little bit of the coke into the cup, deftly moving it around so that none of it spilled onto the floor. "Hey now, you know that that only turns me on when leggy fake blonds with synthetic tans say that to me," Leon said as he laughed, taking a drink of the rum and coke and giving it a little nod of approval.
Walking into the other room only required a few steps, and he took them slowly, much to Ben's loud complaint. Actually, his bro from another-- well, you get the picture. Ben had been growing rather testy as of late, and while Leon was used to some complaining, he sometimes felt his own tension spill over as well. Thank god he had no pets.
"Okay! So we can drink a lot and then spar after with that stuff that, yes, is in the corner over there," He pointed out with his foot. "Or we can spar now, before the drinks really flow," he pointed his drink back towards the table. "Or! We can spare and drink. I am totally up for this system, because then we can set up a system for every punch landed, there is a long drink involved."
As soon as Leon had indicated where his bag of boxing equipment lay, Betty was heading over to that corner and crouching down to unzip the bag one handed and inspecting its contents. She was actually very interested to see how Leon was in action, from what he'd told her of his headmate, it seemed like they were no match for anybody. She was sure that included sparing. And Bette was definitely not expecting to beat them in any sense of the word, but at the moment she was pretty content with the opportunity to at least beat on them. "Spar and drink, definitely, you know we can't miss an opportunity to turn this into a drinking game! It's our little tradition, after all."
She set her drink down on the floor then and pulled out two pairs of boxing gloves, tossing one pair to Leon and pulling the other pair on over her small hands. She'd already drank with Leon twice before this, and she was definitely no match for him when it came to drinking either. He had the unfair advantage of having some kind of super human inside him who seemed almost invincible when it came to the effects of alcohol, among other things. And Bette had the unfair disadvantage of being a skinny, waif of a girl, with an appetite that did not match her tolerance. But that never stopped her from a drinking challenge, and she definitely trusted Leon enough to make sure she remained relatively safe.
"Now," she said, facing him with what she thought of as an offensive stance, which was really just her spreading her legs apart slightly and holding her gloved hands out in front of her as she put on her best 'tough girl' face. "Who are these 'leggy fake blonds with synthetic tans' you speak of? You know gingers aren't really prone to sharing." Really, spending even half an hour with Bette would convince anybody of the fact that she was a theater kid in high school. Such a flare for the dramatics!
"Ha! Foxy, you are so going down. Good thing I already know how well you can hold your liquor, or else I'd be really worried about my carpet," Leon took a large gulp from his glass and swallowed, squinting his eyes a little as it burned all the way down. Picking up the pair of boxing gloves that were down by his feet, he pulled one on as he set his glass down on the table in front of the couch. "Okay! Rule number one!"
He went and grabbed the training glove, pulling it over his left hand and then facing Bette with a grin, though there was a glint in his eye that told how much he was really going to love this. "First off, hands up near your face. Whatever hand you use to write with, that goes up in the front. The other one has to be parallel to your ear. And yeah, first rule; always protect the face."
Bette did as she was told, raising her left hand to parallel her left ear and holding her right hand out in front, close to where it had been before in her mock fighting pose. Robin was already telling her to get on with it and deck this guy, but that was mostly because he didn't like Leon much. To be fair, he didn't like most guys Bette came into contact with so it wasn't anything personal, he was just very protective of the skinny redhead you see. He was even still a little iffy on Phin, though the fact that Phin was home to Marian had seriously helped his stock rise faster than it would have otherwise.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you've told me this before. Get to the hard part already! If there even is one," Bette told him with an impish grin, already in her trash talking mode as it was so easy to get into with Leon. She could tell he was really enjoying this, and his smile was contagious, this was already loads of fun. Now if she could only start landing those punches... maybe she'd actually succeed in getting Leon drunk this time! With a devilish look in her eye and without waiting for further instruction she took a swing at him, knowing he'd probably block it, but she couldn't resist the impulse and Rob's constant badgering was getting her worked up.
He saw the shifting of her feet, and that look in her eye, and he could have let her land at least one, but then, that wouldn't be like him at all. Plus, it wasn't like Ben gave him much room to lose, either. But then, he did have to try hard not to punch back hard enough that he killed her. Or hurt her. Instead he knocked her lightly on the shoulder and dodged over to where his drink was.
"So, guess we're really getting started, huh?" Leon said with a devil may care grin as he took a long drink from his glass, and then went back over to her so that the fun could really get started.
Bette laughed, regaining her balance and removing one of her gloves to grab her own drink off the floor, tossing a large gulp back before setting it down on the nearby table. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and put the glove back on, jerking her head to the side to toss her long hair back off her shoulders. It probably would have been a good idea to put it up, but she was too into this now to really bother with such a small detail. "You bet your ass we are, Sullivan," she grinned, putting her hands back up into the formation Leon had taught her and cocked a challenging eyebrow in his direction.
"No hard feelings when you lose to a girl!" Taking a moment to blow a breath out of the corner of her mouth to get her bangs out of her face, Betty crouched low to the ground in some mock version of a cat about to pounce, and then after a moment she lunged forward. Despite all her previous trash talk she was already expecting to have to endure many missed punches and probably far too much rum, but at this juncture she was all for it.
Three hours later of on and off sparring, Bette was definitely past the point of tipsy and more than a little exhausted. She had a lot of energy, but damn, Leon seemed to never run out! Bloody superhuman reincarnate advantages. Amazingly good work out though! Even though she hated to do so, she knew she had to throw in the towel or else she'd either faint from exhaustion or possibly throw up. Neither was really that appealing of an option, so right in the middle of what was sure to become a leg lock, she folded. "Mercy, mercy!" She cried out, all limbs now as she collapsed to the ground in a fit of laughter, her face almost as red as the shade of her hair.
He was still fine, and not really out of breath too much, but still, it was fun collapsing on the floor, grabbing one of the many bottles that had made their way over to them in replacement of cups, and took a large gulp from one of them while laughing. Yes, he wasn't really able to get drunk unless there was some serious drinking going on, but he liked the pleasantly buzzed feeling he got for those few minutes. Besides, if he wanted to, and he did right now, all he had to do was not think, have Ben do some of the thinking, keeping him in check along the way, and then it was almost like being drunk.
Or being crazy. Either or, really.
"So what is the plan now, my crazy foxy lady? Can you breathe okay? Do you need water? I could give you mouth to mouth, but that's more of sucking up air instead of giving you more," Leon grinned crookedly at her, and despite the sweat and coloring, he knew she would be fine. Besides, this still had a night of fun to do. "C'mon, c'mon c'mon c'mon, up and at 'em, we have petty larceny to get into."
Standing up slowly, he reached out a hand to help her back up onto her feet.
Betty couldn't help smiling in response, he really was far too much sometimes, but she couldn't get enough of it. "I'm fairly certain Phin would not take too kindly to that," she laughed through her heavy breaths, silently marveling at the fact that she could feel so much better tonight after the night she'd had before. Being with Al all of Monday night and worrying over Lil's kidnap had not been a picnic and they still hadn't found the girl so things were decidedly dark for her sister and Farley right now. She felt pretty guilty actually, being able to laugh and have fun like this so soon after. No need to bring Leon down though, so Bette quickly shook her head free of those thoughts and accepted his hand, letting him hoist her to her feet.
"Oh thank you," she breathed, straightening out her now slightly wrinkled t-shirt and taking her hair out of its hair band, shaking her hair free and brushing out the knots with her fingers. Betty was definitely a little drunk and despite her current feelings of dizziness, she sought to retrieve her recently filled glass of rum and coke as she considered his question of what to do next, pursing her lips together in thought before her face visibly brightened. "You know... we never did follow through on that bowling alley idea..." She looked over at him with an unmistakably mischievous glint in her eyes.
When she got that glint in her eye, it was almost like he was staring at a red headed version of Logan. Except where he could almost see Alec blabbing away in his sister's head, he didn't know how much Robin was talking to Betty. Maybe that's why he felt so comfortable around her. But now was not the time to think about anything like that. Actually, now was not the time to think about really anything, and he took another swig from the bottle of vodka that had mysteriously appeared during the sparring.
"You know what? You are so right. We need to go play some bowling now. You grab as many bottles as you can, and I'll get my kit," Leon grinned like the cheshire cat as he scrambled to his room to grab his bag of tricks, stumbling over the rug before righting himself and fleeing into the room, heading straight to the closet to grab the stuff needed for this type of fun.
Betty snorted, watching him scramble away and then returning her attention to the drink in front of her, finishing it in two seconds flat. Yes, she was definitely on her way to full on drunk. Just in time for some good old fashioned breaking and entering! She began humming to herself, a tune that she'd made up on the spot as she went around the room and gathered up the alcohol that they hadn't managed to consume yet before flopping cross legged back down on the floor to wait for him. While she was waiting she poured a bit of straight rum into her empty glass to tide her over, sipping from it and smiling soflty to herself. She felt loads better than she had when she'd arrived, for three straight hours she hadn't been able to think about anything else aside from how to best kick Leon Sullivan's ass. Though sadly, that never happened. Still! It had been fun.
She was glad that she was drinking heavily, or she would probably be hearing Robin a lot more if she wasn't. As much as Robin loved getting him and Betty into various bits of trouble, he was not at all keen on this Leon character, never had been. To be fair, he wasn't too keen on any guy to come some unexpectedly into Bette's life though he was thankfully finally warming up to Phin. The "I love you" slip from last week had helped quite a bit, since he could now be convinced that Phin wasn't just in it for- well, you know. Leon, however, Robin plain just didn't trust. But alcohol was a good way to get Robin to act as mostly background noise for the night.
"Hurry up Leon my criminal senses are tingling!"
"Sorry Foxy, not my fault if my bag of shit is in a closet that is basically a wall of stuff!" Leon called out from the bedroom, yanking out the bag, wincing a little as some stuff fell to the ground. But that was no big deal, no one was coming over to his place in awhile, anyway. Hoisting it over his shoulder, he went back to the living room and set it down on the couch and unzipped it, pulling out two pairs of gloves, two hats, and two large dark purple shirts.
"Okay, put the shirt on over your shirt, pull on the gloves, and stick on the hat. If you can get your hair tucked under there, that'll be best," He said as he did the same, putting everything on and then stucking the extra bottles into the bag. He would have to make sure that they didn't break.
Getting to the bowling alley was easy, especially since this late at night, all they needed to worry about was the occassional security guard on a power trip. Breaking in was easy as well; a well placed tool here and there, picked the padlock as easily as if he had been using chopsticks for some lo mein.
"Shhhhh."
The entire way to the bowling alley Betty had been ribbing Leon about the choice in outfits, though she actually found the dark purple to be much more affective against the night than black. It was just funny that Leon had this all ready to go, it was obvious he'd done this many times before. How did she get so lucky to find a friend like him?! But she did as she was told and put on the shirt over her own, tucking her red hair back into the hat and feeling a new burst of adrenhaline for the amount of law breaking they were about to commit. She could barely contain herself during the trip, partially because she drank the whole way and was progressively getting more and more inhebriated. It wouldn't compromise their covert ops situation going though, no, Betty was excellent at performing under the influence. Well, for the most part. There may have been some under the breath giggles and maybe one snort as Leon was working to get the door open.
Once he did, with little to no problem which was very impressive, she ignored his shushing as she darted past him into the building. She'd already spotted where the back up alarm system and switches to the security cameras would be, not exactly the most discrete of places to put them, and she was itching to demonstrate a bit of her own handy work. Bette's moves were slow but smooth as she pressed her back against the wall and practically glided to her target, pulling open the alarm box and snipping a couple wires with a pair of wire cutters she just so happened to have in her pocket. Conveniently, the security camera controls were only a few feet away and she was amused to see that the cameras were already off. Guess these people really didn't think two lunatic reincarnates would ever get the urge to break into the place, she couldn't blame them for assuming the rational, but she and Leon were far from rational.
"All clear," she told Leon in a soft voice, too caught up in the moment to really realize she could use her normal voice now. God she loved breaking the law. Then she turned to her friend with the biggest smile on her face, setting her own bag of tricks (the alcohol) down and surveying their concurred establishment. "We did it!"
"We did do it!" Leon said with a little skip in his step as he grabbed his own bag, sticking his tools into it and tossing it somewhere along lane 3. They had the soft lights on, the ones that stayed on all night, and he decided that it was enough. They could see everything pretty clearly, and besides, turning on the lights would tell everyone that they were in here and doing stuff. But, he did take off his shoes and walking around in his socks, he went and turned on the music system, getting some radio going.
Music was a must for this adventure, and even though one of them was inebriated on drink and the other was delirious on the excitement, Leon knew that the music might bring people around. But screw that, he wanted to get sliding down the lanes. Pressing another switch, he got four lanes set up, the pins ready, bowling balls in their slots, and he almost did some fantastic flailing around as he ran to one of the lanes.
"Last one down buys the security guard off!" He laughed.
Music could definitely attract someone to the place and then they'd have to make a run for it, but Bette was just drunk enough to not give a shit. The music started, one of her favorite songs by Say Anything at a respectably low volume and she was already swaying to it as she retrieved a half empty bottle of and took a swig from it. She has taken her shoes off as well as stripped herself of the over sized shirt and hat just as Leon went careening towards the lanes challenging her to a slide off. She gave a laugh, putting the bottle down and grinning as she ran after him to the lane next to him, almost sliding out from under her feet from the slipperiness of socks on wood floors.
"That's going to be you then!" Betty told him at the same time as she launched herself forward in a formation similar to how you would position on a surf board, her knees bent and her arms stretched out to her sides. She almost lost her balance more than once as she slid, her heart beating fast from the renewed adrenaline and risking her balance she looked over to see if Leon was still upright and hopefully behind her.
In fact, he was behind her, and while he had tried to adopt the standard pose, he had slipped and was flying down the lane face first, about to hit the pins that werre there. Well, he couldn't be the best at everything, and this was too much fun. He let out a loud, almost yelling laugh as he slid face first into the pins.
"WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!" Leon screamed, crawling his way back to the beginning of the lane to try it again. "Bet you can't dance and stay up at the same time!" he yelled at Betty as he grabbed a bottle of Jack and taking a drink from it, he ran back down the lane, bottle in hand, whooping loudly as he went careening down. The security guard was almost around back to the front, so they had a little bit more time, but not much if they didn't want to get caught.
Betty wasn't even trying to be quiet anymore as she was laughing rather hysterically at her ridiculous friend, she had finally fallen down on her bottom at the end of the lane and was completely red in the face, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as Leon did some whacky hip swivles with the bottle of Jack in his hand. She finally got herself under control enough to stand up, struggling a bit as she did, and as he slid past her she grabbed the bottle from him, sticking her tongue out and running back to the start. Taking in a large gulp of the bottle's contents, Bette cringed slightly and wiped off her mouth before she launched into another slide.
"Anything you can do I can do better!" She challenged him, sliding down the lane and doing some smooth ass robot moves as much as her body would allow without just tipping over. Man she was drunk. She got to the end and actually managed to slide gracefully onto her backside without sending the bottle flying, jutting her legs out in front of her and knocking over all of her pins. "STRIKE! Beat that!"
"Don'tcha worry, I ALREADY beat it. Like. I beat it. I totally crushed you," He made some flailing hand motions with a grin and spun around in the middle of the lane, his legs and arms akimbo as he tried to grab the bottle back. "YOU KNOW WHAT!?" he yelled as the music went a little bit louder. "I BEATED YOU 35 MINUTES AGO!" He was cracking up, sliding himself back up the lane to grab another bottle, and then sliding back down the same lane. Getting up slowly so he wouldn't fall, he tried to do a graceful little ballet move type thing, all the while taking a drink, and in doing so, forgot to duck and hit his head on the overhang.
"OW FUCKING OW FUCK OW!" He blinked, rubbing his forehead and taking another drink. "Forgot about that thing."
"Leon!" Betty sat up from her half lying position and bore a look of concern for a moment before it was clear that he was fine. "Oh my god Leon, don't be such a clutz, we can't have injuries while we're committing crimes here it's a liability!" She giggled, bringing the bottle of Jack back to her lips and taking another long swig. This kind of night is exactly what she needed. There was a little voice in the back of her head (aside from Robin's) that was telling her she needed to cut this sort of shit out if she wanted to keep a low profile. Especially with Lil's kidnapping and especially since she'd joined Camelot. But at least for one night, she was okay with breaking the rules with a good friend. Whatever happened, this night was totally worth it.
She rolled herself back and hoisted herself up and began slowing sliding around the lane, sort of like if she was trying to figure skate in socks. It was calming, as drunk as she was, Betty was starting to feel all kinds of peaceful. She kept taking drinks as she glided, pausing for a moment to look over at Leon and smiling at him, feeling almost serious for a moment. "Thanks for tonight, Leon, I so needed this. Only a best friend would do something like this with me, so I think that makes you a best friend." Good lord, she was definitely drunk. The serious moment only lasted for a few more seconds before she let out a drunken giggle, going back to drinking and gliding as she became increasingly more aware of how loud the music had gotten. Not aware enough to do something about it at the moment though.
"I hit my head! I could have been seriously hurt. Oh my god, what would have happened if I bumped Ben out of my brain!?" Leon slithered up from where he was at, and once he got to where he could actually stand without slipping, he rubbed at his forehead. "Better not be a bruise there or something..." He muttered, before looking over at Betty.
"So wait, am I a best friend, or am I THE best friend? Because that makes a big difference you know. You know," he said almost ominously before cracking a grin and laughing. Seriousness was all well and good, and while he tried to do another surfboard slide down the alley lane, he looked towards the door and saw that a light was flashing around, probably noticing the broken door, and hearing the music that he may have turned on louder.
"Shit, we've gotta move Foxy lady. Unless you got a thing for handcuffs, in which case, lets finish up these bottles and chuck them somewhere and have one more sliding race!" Serious always intruded on fun, but then, there were two people here who didn't really care.
"The. You're the best friend," Betty told him with the last ounce of her sentimental supply tonight, happily gliding around in her socked feet with the bottle of Jack in her hands. Then she was seeing the light flashing too and Leon was telling her they had to get out of there. Well, great. She suddenly had the distinct feeling that she was going to end up behind bars tonight. How? Betty just had a keen feeling about these things. "Shit," she hissed, making quick work of drinking the last few sips from the bottle in one big gulp. Probably not the best idea, but she was never one to waste.
"On three?" She ask Leon, skidding to the front of the lane and putting down the bottle as she prepared to slide. This was by far an even dumber decision, they should be leaving already but Betty couldn't resist one more slide. Anything to make this night even more memorable. "One. Two. THREE!" And she was off, gliding down the lane at top speed, her long, red hair in billows behind her as she laughed, really feeling like she was flying.
This feeling couldn't last though, they were most likely about to get caught by the cops and she'd at least like to make a good run for it before the inevitable. Shortly after slowing to stop and turned around and skidded over to the chairs where the row of bottles were and made quick of putting them in one of the trash bins at the far end of the lanes. Even if people found them later, they wouldn't be able to do a thing about once she and Leon were off the hook.
At three, Leon had taken off running and sliding down his lane, even as the door slammed open and the security guard, flanked by two cops who quickly took in the scene of two people sliding down the lanes of a very much closed bowling alley. Leon took a glance over to see who they were, grinning the entire time, even as before, he hit the overhang and hurt himself again.
"FUCK!"
The police officers who put the handcuffs on him and Betty were at least nice enough, considering that the back of the car smelled like alcohol and leather, and they had given Leon his wallet back, as well as both of their shoes.
"Okay Foxy, follow my lead and don't say anything," he whispered in her ear with a grin as he winked at the officer who checked the mirror to see how the two new convicts were doing.
Betty couldn't say that this was the first time this week that she'd been put in handcuffs so that part didn't phase her at all, it was Leon's easy going confidence that slightly miffed her. They were handcuffed at the wrists and about to be on their way to the police station, shouldn't he be at least a little bit worried? She had already been perfectly obedient at the request of Robin who was currently spouting out profanties at Leon in her head. No one was allowed to get her into trouble but him after all. They were put into the back of the police car, Leon first and then Betty slid carefully in after him, as much as she could without the use of her arms. He whispered in her ear and she looked at him curiously, wondering how in the hell he was going to pull off getting them out of this, but his contagious grin once again won her over and she smiled back at him before settling into her seat.
After all, how did that saying go? Real friends are the ones sitting next to you in the cell saying, "Damn that was fun!"