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mk robinson wants to be a star. (hitjackpot) wrote in doorslogs,
@ 2012-08-16 15:32:00

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gwen stacy, mary jane watson

WHO Ainslie and MK
WHAT caaaatfight, meoooow!
WHEN recent-ish.
WHERE unnamed club on the Strip #1.
WARNING MK-crazy, mentions of things, the usual~

Ainslie did not normally go out to clubs, or she had not until recently. At home, there were no places like this, and in Europa the fiestas were different. There were no clubs for her level of people there. Instead, there were private parties at casas that had marble everywhere you looked. But she had been out once or twice since being in Las Vegas, most recently when she had run into Jackson. Tonight, she simply felt like dancing. Despite never having the temperament required to become a ballerina on the stage, Ainslie still loved music, and she loved to dance. And it was this that made her dress in a thigh-high red sundress and go looking for musica and lights that strobed.

The club Ainslie finally settled on was loud and crowded, and the line wound outside for what seemed like miles, but the bouncer allowed her in with a smile and a stamp to her hand, one that glowed beneath the UV lights, and she quickly found the dance floor. Partners were easy, and drinks came free from these men that wanted to take her home and, by the time she dropped heavily onto one of the plush red couches lining the dance floor, her hair was damp at the ends from sweat, and her cheeks were flushed red with drink and exertion. Someone offered to get her another drink, and he was gone as she tried to reach for him, to tell him no, that she did not need this. She felt strange, drunk, and she realized she did not have the guards here that she always had when she went places in the evening. She had left her abuela's guards home, on the estate on the isla, and she did not know where her phone was, so that she could call Jackson. She had brought this, si? Her phone? She tapped her hips, as if it would appear there, and she belatedly remembered checking her phone and the keys at the entrance.

The man returned with the drink, a mojito that did not quite taste like home, and Ainslie laughed as she told him to "espera," that she needed to catch her breath. The atmosphere in the club was become darker, more daring as the night went on, but she had not yet noticed. In many ways, she was still out of her element here, and this was not Seattle where Ada had assured she was safe at every turn.

MK needed the escape, and the usual fixes seemed like the only way. In the back of her mind, a tinny, distant voice belonging to a teenage redhead warned her, advised her to go home after the third, fourth, fifth drink, but the older woman paid no heed. No, she needed the escape. Leaving Wren’s Turnberry and moving into her own place hadn’t quelled the panic attacks or the dangerously low dips of almost crippling depression plaguing her constantly. Hidden underneath her skin tight, black sheath dress, red marks marred her otherwise pale skin, but those only offered temporary fixes, too. Her tiny fingers tried with all their might to seal the cracks in her foundation, but for moot. Nothing was helping, and no one, in her mind, was around to help. Wren was dealing with possible criminal charges (again), Luke’s mind was practically shattered, and Adam buried himself in god knows what. Vigilantes and dealing with Flash and flirting with Ainslie. No. MJ tried her best to convince Maddie Kate that she was out of her goddamn mind. That Adam was insanely head over heels about the older woman.

It wasn’t worth the effort, though, especially in the face of someone drowning so far in the deep. So, booze helped, and dancing help, and strangers who had no idea what was really going on in her life. Acquaintances MK made on the party circuit welcomed her back to the scene with drink upon drink upon drink, and bodies pressed against her. She felt like she was back in the swing of things, that maybe she could use this to cure herself, at least for a little while. Sure, back home that DVD Alexander sent her sat paused, and colorful pills scattered across her bedside table, and a bloody razor claimed her sink a resting place. But this wasn’t home, this was the escape, and everything was getting tucked away into a neat little box for the night.

That was until MK spotted a familiar face, of course. Ainslie was sitting on one of the plush couches in the corner, and MK felt a rush of a million different emotions batter against her. She dithered over whether or not to approach the other redhead. There was the option of completely ignoring her and going about her business, but MK knew it would eat at the back of her mind the rest of the night. A deep, shuddering breath and a hard bite to the inside of her cheek, she closed the distance between herself and the other woman. “Ainslie,” she said with a slight slur, even offering the woman a bright smile.

Ainslie had noticed the mujer in black. It was impossible not to notice that red hair, but with the press of cuerpos and the crowded whirling she had not recognized her. But ahora, ahora it was impossible to mistake her for anyone but Ada's novia, and Ainslie glanced behind the other redhead to the hombres Maddie Kate had been dancing with, expecting to find Ada among their number, even if she could not imagine him in a place like this. Perhaps it was the traditional nature of her upbringing, on an isla that still lived in the 1950s with an abuela that was very old fashioned, but there was genuine confusion on Ainslie's face when she looked back at Maddie Kate. "Ada is not here?" she asked.

In Seattle, Ainslie had watched Maddie Kate from afar with a sense of awe. Ainslie had been very young then, younger than any of the vigilantes that Ada surrounded himself with, and she had not spoken very good Ingles, and she had watched silently and thought Maddie Kate the kind of muchacha that only existed on the telenovelas. Ainslie had envied the redhead, wished to emulate her, and she had imagined that life for Maddie Kate must be perfect. But then Maddie Kate's muchacho had died, and Ada had gone, and Ainslie's own life had fallen apart. And now Ainslie did not see what she did before. As Maddie Kate approached, Ainslie saw a pretty mujer in a black dress, but she saw the signs of too much drinking too, something that began to take a toil early and did not let go. She saw wildness that was out of control, and she did not see happiness. She knew many of these things from Ada, but it was different to see it in persona.

Ainslie's expression turned apologetic. "Lo siento. I just believed he would be with you." She scooted over on the couch, and she patted the cushion, the room spinning a little as she moved. "Sientate. It is good after all of this dancing."

MK eyed the other woman for a moment, drink still in hand and rocking to and fro on her high, high heels. “Oh, Adam?” she asked with faux-cluelessness and an emphasis on the ’M’. Of all the things, that Ainslie had a nickname for Adam bothered her a lot. She should be the only one with cute names for her boyfriend, right? Nevermind that she called every man ‘handsome’ or ‘sweetheart’ or darling. No, those didn’t count. MK shrugged as she moved to take the proffered chair, supposing sientate meant sit. (Despite her travels as a model, she only taught herself enough of most foreign languages to know when she was being hit on and how to order the strongest drink at the bar.)

“It’s okay,” MK said, even if it wasn’t. Even if all she wanted was for Adam to be there. “He’s busy. I don’t get to see much of him these days, y’know.” The pointed look at the other woman was accidental, but meaningful. A vicious voice in her mind wondered how much time Ainslie and Adam had been spending together. “Have you seen him lately?” she asked before she could help herself, and then shook her head before taking a sip of her drink. “This doesn’t seem like your kinda scene.”

Ainslie was not so drunk that she did not understand faux-cluelessness or pointed looks. These things did not require translation, either, and she had opened her mouth to speak before she remembered the conversation she had with Ada about keeping their interactions callado, quiet. Her mouth closed as quick as it had opened, and it took un momento mas for her mind to come up with a response that would not cause problemas. "Not lately, no," she said, which was not entirely una mentira, and she had not asked if they had spoken. If Ada wanted to tell Maddie Kate that he was moving the vigilantes to the dance studio's free space, then this was for him to tell, not for her, verdad? "Si. He is busy," she agreed, though she wondered if Ada was too busy to see his novia, or if he realized this was bothering Maddie Kate.

A glance at the crowded dance floor followed, Ainslie's immediate response to Maddie Kate's statement that this was not her scene. "I wanted to bailar, to dance," she said openly, because there were no lies here, and her expression was something completely open just then. "I miss the fiestas from home sometimes, and I have no novio to take me dancing." She shrugged a little, because, no, this was not her "scene," as Maddie Kate said.

“Not after the first time, yeah?” MK asked, jealously licking at the back of her brain. Ainslie’s memory all but confirmed suspicions she had about the younger woman’s feelings. Ainslie still had a thing for Adam, and Adam, well, MK didn’t know much of what Adam thought or felt these days, if she ever did at all. “He’s happy to have you here. You and his little sister. He’s really happy you’re both here.” And her tone betrayed the fact that she thought they made him happier than she did. That he didn’t need her at all anymore. That no one needed her anymore.

MK couldn’t help but laugh at Ainslie’s response. “Oh, darling, you don’t need a novio to bring you out dancing.” She couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the old timey traditions Ainslie still adhered to, especially when it came to men and to love. “Look at you,” MK continued, waving her glass in Ainslie’s direction. “You’re beautiful, you’re tall, you’ve got a cute accent. You could have aaaaany guy in the world that you want. Any.”

Ainslie stared blankly for a moment, the alcohol in her sistema making it a little dificil to remember what first time Maddie Kate was speaking of. "No entiendo," she said with a shake of her head, and understanding came rushing in a moment later with blue eyes that went a little too wide and gave her away. Maddie Kate was referring to the visit in the cafe, si? Then she did not know that Ada had been training her at the clinic in the mornings, or about him coming to the studio to see the space. She did not wish to lie outright, but she had agreed they should keep their interactions quiet, si? She decided the trainings seemed more frequent, more intimate, and so she chose the other option instead. "To see el espacio, to see my studio," she said, not realizing it could be misconstrued as her apartment when she said it like this. If she had been sober, she would likely not have said anything at all, but she was not naturally a liar, and she did not come to it easily.

The smile that Ainslie gave her next was unthinking and honest. "No, but these places, they are better if you have someone to rub against that you like, si?" she asked, glancing at one of the men MK had been dancing with in just such a manner when she said it. The complimento made her duck her head. "You are this thing you say. I am not like you. I have never been like this, as the brightest light in the room is."

The wide eyes and the stumbling and the pause all went off like flashing red lights in MK’s mind. Something was going on, and she narrowed her green eyes at Ainslie in pure malice. Okay, they were definitely hiding something from her. She just couldn’t figure out what, and before she could help herself, her mind drifted to the worst conclusions. When Ainslie continued, she went quiet for a moment, the loud bass of the music shaking through her body. “He went to see your place,” she repeated, voice controlled despite how pissed she was. Oh, MK was livid. That she had barely seen Adam over the past few weeks, but he had enough time to visit Ainslie’s place? And she did think the other girl was talking about her own apartment, which only made matters worse.

Draining the rest of her glass, MK set it down on the nearest surface. “Doesn’t matter to me,” she answered just as honest. To her, dancing wasn’t cheating, it was just having a good time. “Especially if your novio would rather drop dead than leave his clinic and go to a place like this.” There was bitterness in her voice, and she wondered if Ainslie could drag Ada out to a place like this at her whim. MK looked away from Ainslie then, not being able to face the other redhead without a bile of rage crawling up her throat. “Oh, you are. You just don’t realize it. They all realize it though. He realized it.” And they both knew who ‘he’ was.

Ainslie registered the malice as precisamente what it was, and she did not back down or away from it. She did not know what she had said to cause it, because even if Maddie Kate had not known that Ada came to see the studio, this should not have been her reaction. Ainslie knew this hombre loved the woman across from her, and she did not know that he had not seen Maddie Kate mucho recently. Had she known, she would have explained it away as getting the new locale ready for the vigilantes. Either way, she knew Maddie Kate was angered, despite the attempt to modulate her voz. "Perdon, but nothing has happened. He is allowed to see me, si? We are amigos, and you must trust that he loves you and would do nothing with me, even if I threw myself at him, which I have not." There was anger in her own voice by the time she finished speaking. She had not attempted anything with Ada, and Ainslie felt this should count for something. Her voice dropped. "I am helping him with his trabajo," she added in a hushed slur, a last ditch attempt to make peace.

But the comment that it did not matter to her did not sit well with Ainslie. "It should matter. If you care for him, then you would not want other men rubbing against you, si? And you are well known. What will he feel if someone takes a picture of this? You become angry when he and I meet as amigos, but you do this?" She motioned to the dance floor when she asked the question. Ada had been her friend for a very long time; she did not want him hurt by this. The surfacing of the past made Ainslie want a fresh drink, but she knew better than to become mas tomada, drunk, during this conversation. "I will not apologize for something that happened five years ago."

To a more stable person, Ainslie’s reassuring words and conviction might have convinced them that everything was right as rain. That nothing was going on at all between the younger redhead and Adam. But MK wasn’t very stable any more, prone to the jealousy that she used to abhor, and it was very obvious that MK didn’t believe Ainslie. Perhaps it wasn’t because she thought Ainslie could do something like that, but maybe because MK couldn’t have a healthy relationship, not now. She couldn’t keep herself together, so might as well destroy every single good thing around her, too. She didn’t deserve it, not after what she let Alexander do to herself. Adam deserved someone healthy. Someone smart, pretty, charming. Someone who wasn’t shattered into a million pieces. MK bit her lip hard, looking at Ainslie with a mixture of something like hurt and betrayal. Adam didn’t need her, didn’t want her, she was sure. He wanted Ainslie. He wanted easy.

She did give Ainslie an incredulous look, though. “You’re working with the vi--you’re helping with the clinic?” The hurt was evident in her voice. Why hadn’t he come to her to help? She huffed a breath and glared at the other woman. “So what if someone does? It’s not like he’ll see it anyway since he’s so busy. And, I’m not the one going to some girl’s place without telling my girlfriend. Which is what I am. Don’t you dare tell me what should and shouldn’t matter. You aren’t me, and you aren’t in our relationship. As much as I’m sure you wanna be.”

"Why do you look at me like this?" Ainslie asked when Maddie Kate turned that look of hurt and betrayal on her. This conversation was quickly sobering her, and she pressed her fingers to her throbbing temple. "I have done nothing wrong. Ada has done nothing wrong," she insisted. "He was helping me," she said about the clinica, not correcting and, instead, attempting to fix things for Ada there. "I am new here, and I do not know anyone. He is helping to give me something to do, to occupy my time, si?" she asked, wondering why she must do this, why she must fix things when there was nothing to fix. She was thinking of this when Maddie Kate began glaring and speaking in harsher tones.

Ainslie's gaze was entirely incredulous, as if she could not believe this mujer was saying these things, but she remained callada, quiet, until the end, and then she turned her own gaze, gone icy blue, on Maddie Kate. "The fact that he is not here does not mean it is bien for you to do these things with other hombres. You think it would not hurt for him to see?" she asked, her concern about Ada taking precedence. She stood. "I have always known you are Ada's novia. He has told me this from the beginning, and neither of us have done anything to disrespect this. Visiting with an amiga is no crime. You are making it something it is not, and perhaps if you were not like this he would have said something." She swayed a bit on her feet, and tried to calm her voz before speaking again. "I do not want to be in this relationship, Maddie Kate. It does not seem like a happy one. You may say all the things you like, but it changes nothing. Do you wish for me not to speak to him again? Bien. I will tell him this. Ahora. I will leave you to your other hombres, si?"

MK watched Ainslie as she countered her own attack, as she stood her ground that she didn’t do anything wrong. But, the desire to want to do it had to count for something, right? MK was certain that given the time and situation, something could happen between Ainslie and Adam. The foundation was there, and all they needed was the opportunity. Hiding things from her didn’t help either, only made her more suspicious, and as she sat there being battered with accusations, MK grew more and more upset. It wasn’t fair that this exotic, gorgeous little stunner managed to waltz back into their lives at this exact moment. When everything else, from her relationship with Adam to her own mental health, was teetering on the edge.

But MK was never one to sit down without a fight, even if she was completely and utterly wrong about it all, so she launched herself up off the plush cushions as well with finger pointed and eyes fiery. “Don’t you start with me.” The alcohol rushed quickly to her head, and she had to blink hard to make the dizziness abate. “You don’t know a goddamn fucking thing about anything, Ainslie. You can’t just swoop in with all your charm and feelings and shit and think that you understand everything about him or about us. You have no idea what I’ve been through. What we’ve been through.” She gave a hysterical, strangled sound and resisted the great urge to push the other woman away from her. Maybe she wasn’t making any sense, and she was almost definitely contradicting herself, but this was the war in her mind. The idea that she didn’t want to lose Adam but probably would anyway, so why even try? “I don’t want to lose him, but you’re gonna take him away from me. I know it. You might not mean it, but you fucking will. So, go ahead, keep talking to him. Tell him about all my other hombres if you want. And then go fuck yourself for ruining all this.”

Ainslie looked down at Maddie Kate's finger, and then at the wild anger in her ojos, and she took the instinctive step back of a mujer that knew a fight might come at any minuto. "I have not swooped in with anything. What does this even mean? I had no idea that Ada was here, and I do not pretend to understand this at all," she said, waving her hands toward the mujer in front of her and indicating what she did not understand. "I do not know what you have been through together, no, because Ada has not told me these things, and his reasons for this are his own. I am only concerned with someone I care about, my amigo, and you are turning this into an attack on your relationes when it is not one." They had drawn attention now, but Ainslie did not care about the flashing of cameras in the strobing lights of the club. Her expression turned from frustration to distress after Maddie Kate's final words, and it took a moment for her to find the words in Ingles to respond. "I have done nothing to deserve the way of are speaking to me!" she insisted, and she moved to pass Maddie Kate, only wishing to be away from her. She stopped at the other woman's elbow, and she shook her head. "I will not need to tell him about these hombres. The cameras have been on you all evening. Do you not see? Do you not think how this will hurt him?" There was genuine concern for Ada there, but what followed was all female, wronged anger. "I will not go and fuck myself, as you say, for ruining anything. You are the one who is acting like a loca, not me."

The other redhead laughed and rolled her eyes dramatically. “Loca,” she repeated after Ainslie, gaze steady on the woman trying to pass by her. Okay, that was it. MK was tapping out of this conversation right now. Ainslie said herself that this wasn’t her ‘scene,’ so how dare she encroach and ruin it for her? A paranoid part of her mind harped on whether she said this to Adam (or if he had said it to Ainslie). “Yeah, I’m fucking nuts. I’ve been crazy for a long time, honey, but people don’t seem to mind.” MK leaned in and brushed her fingers across Ainslie’s cheek in a disturbingly soft moment compared to the blazing rage that filled her words a moment before. She was ready for a full blow-out, but Ainslie was right. Cameras were everywhere, and she’d already had one public fight recently. So, she gave Ainslie a long look and a soft smile, fingers still trailing down gently, and then MK pressed her lips roughly against the other woman’s. “Game on,” she said with a smirk as she pulled back quickly to assimilate herself in the crowd once again. Oh, yeah, the game was definitely on, whatever game it was, even if MK suspected she might not win this one.