mk robinson wants to be a star. (hitjackpot) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-04-24 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | jo harvelle, mary jane watson |
WHO MK and Dani.
WHAT Girls meeting for the first time.
WHEN Last night, before this.
WHERE Random club on the Strip, hooray.
WARNING Lady kisses and stupidly drunk girls. In other words, a normal night for MK!
Dani was actually excited to meet MK after their conversation on the journals and subsequent text messages. Things were going really well, despite the small misstep with Jo blabbing about the masquerade. Hopefully it wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass. Otherwise though, things were going really well. The bounty hunting thing was working out and it was definitely nice getting to know Roger. Hanging out with MK fell under the ‘things to do for Roger’ heading, not ‘things to do for Adam’. Dani was a little hesitant about how well she and MK would be able to communicate if the redhead really spoke as fast as she warned, but after a few drinks, it all became gesturing anyway. They’d make it work. Dressed in a sparkly black mini dress and a cheaper version of some badass rocker chick boots, Dani was definitely ready to party up to MK’s reputation’s standards. She’d let MK pick the place, since she tended to frequent sports bars and other places that the socialite probably wouldn’t have been comfortable in. They’d agreed to meet about half an hour before the club started getting busy, but Dani got there a good twenty minutes before that, wanting to scope out her surroundings. She wore her blonde hair down, using it to cover her ears and the hearing aids she wore. They didn’t help her hear other people speaking or even music if it wasn’t played loud enough, but it did help with ambient noise. She likely wouldn’t need them once the music started blasting (which was the only way she could really appreciate music), but it might make a slight difference while talking with MK. “Speak of the devil,” she murmured to herself, a smile blossoming on her face, when she caught sight of the redhead. Dani had done her homework and MK’s photo was all over the place. It was easy to recognize the woman. “MK! Hey!” she called, uncaring of the way her voice sounded or the weird looks she might’ve been getting. She’d learned a long time ago not to worry about stupid shit like that. “It’s great to finally meet you.” She was all smiles as she gestured for the redhead to take a seat next to her at the bar. MK loved an excuse to drink, of course, and meeting her newest co-worker was the perfect excuse. Dani seemed like just like MK’s type of girl just from their conversations over the past couple of weeks; after all, anyone who covered for her no questions asked turned out to be good in her book. And Roger liked her, that was important, because as much as she liked to razz him, she knew he was a good person and a good judge of character. If anything, it was bound to be an interesting night. A bad-ass former MMA fighter and a party girl drinking would definitely be that. She too arrived early, to get her face around and chat up some of the friends she’s made through the club-scene. MK had been to the club -- two months allowed her to hit all of the most popular spots in the city by now -- but she wanted to make sure she was situated a little before Dani actually arrived. Curly red hair fell down her back, and she wore a dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination with heels that made her 5’3” frame look at least almost as tall as a model was expected to be. In other words, she was dressed to impress, just like she always was, and she hoped Dani would do the same. Pictures would be snapped, and if she was going to make a splash, she wanted to do it right. Hearing her name was the usual on nights like this, but the unfamiliar voice triggered her mind. She turned with a wide smile and a drink in her hand and took in the blond for a moment. Okay, Roger was right. She was totally hot. Grinning even more, MK sauntered over to the bar and the blond. “It’s good to meet you too, gorgeous. You’re looking just as fucking hot as Roger said.” She reached over and kissed her cheek in greeting because MK was always overly friendly. Polishing off the rest of her drink, she placed the empty glass on the bar before tilting her head towards Dani again. “Got a drink yet? What’s your favorite?” Dani wasn’t the most feminine girl around, but she could definitely dress up when she wanted to. She was glad that she’d worn the dressiest thing she owned once she saw MK because she looked even better in person. The smile meant MK had recognized her and Dani could tell just from the way the redhead sauntered over to her that they were going to have a hell of a lot of fun tonight. She didn’t quite understand everything the redhead was saying, but she recognized ‘fucking’ and ‘Roger’ which made her blush for a moment before kissing MK’s cheek in return. God, tonight was going to be hard trying to keep up with her. ‘Drink’ was caught next and Dani grinned mischievously. “Shots are my favorite. I’m not picky about what,” she replied, assuming MK was asking about what she wanted to drink. “What was that about Roger?” she asked, because she wasn’t exactly sure what had been said. “You were talking too fast and I couldn’t read your lips.” Another grin, because that made her think about their first conversation and she wondered if MK remembered it too. Not that she was looking for an excuse to make out with the girl; Dani was very firmly attracted to men. They were going to have to figure something out because she wasn’t used to people talking as fast as MK did. “Shit, I was, wasn’t I? It’s a New York thing, I swear. Or probably because I’ve had two drinks already. Mostly the New York thing.” MK spoke quickly still, though not as quickly as before, conscious again of how she would need to talk. She had forgotten momentarily about Dani’s condition, even after hearing her speak, but she had to try more now. Leaning her hip against the bar, she smirked at the blush. Oh, she’d definitely have fun with this one. Waving over one of the bartenders with a wiggle of her fingers, she ordered them a round of shots of Jameson and two Jägerbombs, and then turned back to Dani. “I was saying that you’re just as fucking hot as Roger said. Be flattered, he doesn’t say that about a lot of people.” Drinks arrived then, and MK went for the Jägerbomb first. “To start the fun off right, yeah?” She raised the glass, clinked it against Dani’s in a toast and waited until the blond was ready before dropping the smaller shot glass into the bigger glass and chugging it all down. The glass found its way to the bar again, and MK shivered just a little, letting the alcohol settle quickly in her stomach and her veins. Dani didn’t like making a big deal about not being able to hear, but this club wasn’t her typical place and it was a lot louder than the sports bars. Plus, she tended to frequent the same handful of places so the knew her well enough. She and MK were co-workers though. They’d need to be able to understand each other and honestly, she’d faced worse. It brought her back to her childhood, when she was the odd one out, being the quiet deaf girl too focused on fights for anything else. This was just another hurdle and she’d leave it in the dust just like she had all the others. She caught the gist of what MK said this time and grinned. “Glad it’s not just me then,” Dani replied with a smirk and she automatically reached for the shot first before realizing MK wanted to start with the Jägerbomb. “Oops,” she apologized, switching to the Jäger. She dropped it into the beer and chugged, finishing within moments of MK. Dani licked her lips and reached for the Jameson. She held out the glass to do cheers with MK before knocking it back effortlessly. They’d get along really well just drinking and having fun, even if communication was fifty-fifty. “How long have you known Roger for?” Booze was always the number one way to bond in MK’s opinion, so she would have agreed with Dani about the drinking and fun if she voiced the idea. But she didn’t, though the immediacy of taking the shot would have answered any questions regarding that. She wasn’t aware that the change of scenery would mess with Dani so much, but she tried her best to enunciate everything without being obnoxiously obvious. MK certainly didn’t think a girl like Dani cared about what others thought, but precautions, of course, were necessary. “Since I got to Vegas,” she replied with a shrug. “My friend Wren introduced us. She knows him from a couple years back. And I know his brother, too, but I didn’t know about Roger until Wren mentioned him. She thought it’d be good if I worked with him.” She rolled her eyes a little at that before smiling again. “So you beat someone’s ass for him? I swear to god, I love that. Daddy Darman’s so gonna get shit from me sooner or later.” She noticed immediately that MK started to make more of an effort and that, combined with her intense focus on the redhead’s lips meant she managed well enough. Dani gestured for the bartender to pour them two more shots without moving her eyes from MK’s lips. So she’d known Roger since she got to Vegas, had been introduced by someone, and something about a brother. Minor details. The conversation turned to their alley fight and Dani grinned. It was, by far, her favorite memory thus far since coming to Vegas. “Yep. Poor guy was getting slammed into a dumpster by this boxer who’d clearly been out of the ring for a while. I stepped in and we worked really well together. He was hot even with blood gushing out of his nose.” That probably said more about her tastes than anything, but Dani didn’t mind. “Apparently, he used to watch me fight too.” Despite needing MK to talk a bit slower, Dani had no problem talking at a decent pace. As Dani spoke, MK immediately reached for the next shot, but waited until Dani stopped speaking to take it. Knocking back the drink with ease, she grinned at the blond, shotglass still in hand. The image of Roger, who was all male bravado and rough around the edges, getting helped by a girl, as badass as she was, was hysterical to the redhead. “Clean up his dignity too? It’s probably still lying somewhere in that alley.” A red eyebrow quirked when Dani called him hot, a smirk quickly accompanying it. Clearly, she would have to work on getting Daddy Darman and Dani to hook up at least. He needed help getting the stick out of his ass, and since he refused to touch any substance, getting laid was a great second option. “Ooh, you’ve got a fan? Just remember he’s the bossman when you’re thinking dirty thoughts.” She winked, and put the glass down, tapping it for another round. “I watched you on youtube, not gonna lie. You scare the shit out of me, gorgeous, but in the best way.” The shot was downed when MK took hers but she didn’t miss a beat. She knew MK found it funny that Roger had needed saving but she hoped he hadn’t been teased too badly about it. “He’s way better once he’s actually gotten some sleep. I helped him nab this guy and then we went looking for someone. He’s got a good heart.” Just thinking about helping him nab that Asian guy reminded her of their conversation about being hands on. Her lips twitched into a smile. “He actually told me not to be too hands on. Said he didn’t want to get jealous.” Dani was surprised when MK admitted to watching her fight on YouTube. “I’m a badass, what can I say?” She grinned and turned toward the bartender just slightly. “Another drink? I’m good with whatever.” She had already opened a tab for herself and she assumed their drinks were being put on it. “Eh, he’s alright, I guess.” MK pulled a bit of an immature face. She was fond of Roger, definitely, but she didn’t want everyone else to know that. He acted too much like a father to her, or at least the older brother she never had, and that bothered the everliving crap out of her. But he was a good guy with a good heart, even while she hated to admit it. She laughed though at the idea of him chiding Dani for being too hands on. “Yeah, don’t destroy his male machismo yet. It’s gotta be a slow burning thing. We can work on it together. I’ll be the annoying little party bug at the back of his brain, and you’ll be the bad as fuck chick who totally emasculates him. I give ‘em two months tops.” She looked at the bartender, who already had seen enough of MK to know some of her favorites, and after a small smile and a nod, he came back with two whiskey sours and a couple of Starburst shots. “If you don’t plan on getting gloriously fucked up, girl, don’t stick with me.” She reached for one of the shots first, a sweet little thing that went down wonderfully and downed it even quicker than the others. Dani laughed at the face MK made. Despite her insistence that he was just alright, Dani figured the two got along well enough if he was referred to as Daddy Darman all the time. “Two?” she asked, able to catch the drift of working together to tease Roger. “Between the two of us, I’d say a month tops.” Another grin and then the bartender was delivering drinks again. She recognized both drinks and downed the shot before swiping the whiskey sour. Dani didn’t actually chase her shots, something MK would discover soon enough, but she was content to take a sip of the whiskey sour all the same. “I think getting fucked up is exactly what we need.” She set her glass down and grinned. “I promised I’d teach you right?” Dani moved her hands, signing ‘lets get fucked up’. “That means let’s get fucked up.” Mischief and fun were written all over her face. “Another round and then the dance floor,” Dani decided with a grin. The club was filling up now, though there would be enough room for them to dance without having to be right on top of each other. Drinking quickly would catch up to her in a few minutes and that was just fine with her. “Agreed,” MK said of Roger’s tolerance of the two of them. Oh, this was going to be great. Having another girl to work with was great, of course, but one that wanted to tease Roger too was an extra plus. “Twenty bucks says we successfully screw with his head tonight.” Because if any shenanigans were going to happen, quite a few people might get a picture or two sent to their phones. Oops. It was never said MK was the most responsible or tasteful, after all. She nodded in agreement about needed to get fucked up, too. It was desperately needed in her case. Everything going on in Las Vegas weighed heavily in her mind, and the only thing that seemed to be making it okay, at least for a little bit, was booze. Of course. She clapped happily when Dani signed for her before sloppily mimicking it herself. The alcohol was going to her head quickly, she knew it, but that just happened to be the way she liked it. “One more round.” She raised her glass to Dani before sipping it with ease through the straw. She didn’t chase her shots, not usually, but she wanted to get wasted and quickly. Whatever way necessary. Dani grinned, holding back a laugh at the prospect of a bet and messing with Roger. Her laugh was one of the few things she was self conscious about, but after a few more drinks, that would probably fly out the window, along with the already forgotten promises to Adam. At least she’d already apologized to Roger for any drunk texts. Dani had always been a drinker, though she had been more likely to be found playing beer pong or funnelling beer at frat party while she was in college. Fighting was a little different and she’d had more free time on her hands, which lent well to a night of partying after a win. Dani was halfway finished with her whiskey sour by the time the bartender came back with their shots and the pair clinked glasses once more. Her whiskey sour was finished a few moments later and she took MK’s hand, pulling her out onto the dance floor once she’d set her glass down. The music was loud enough that Dani could feel the vibrations of it pulsing around them. It was easy to find a rhythm and she just went with it. There was a fair bit of grace in her when she wanted it and tonight seemed like as good a time as any to display her skills. It didn’t take long at all for the alcohol to well and truly hit her, but a moment later two guys were there, intent on dancing with the two lovely ladies. For MK, the booze all hit full-force just before Dani dragged her to the dance floor, and she readily followed the other woman while giggling like a maniac. The slightly sloppy grin was plastered on her face, and thoughts of Wren and Gus and Simon and Adam and the fear gas all dwindled to a tiny whisper in the back of her mind. She too had a bit of a rhythm and immediately fell in beat with Dani, and while the boys closed in, she shook her head slowly and shouted to them, “Let me and the lady put a little bit of a show, at least! You guys are ruining our fun!” With that, she pressed herself against Dani more, height difference a little more obvious now, and moved her hips in tandem with the song, a fast-paced club remix of some Top 40 tune MK couldn’t quite remember the name of at the moment. Dancing was dancing and part of why Dani avoided clubs like these was because people tended to get in her space without her permission. It had been funny, once upon a time, to let a guy dance with her and feel his lips against her ear, thinking she could hear whatever sappy line he was feeding her. That time had long since passed so she had to remind herself not to worry about the people moving around her. She saw MK shake her head and move her lips, but she didn’t quite understand until the redhead pulled her close. Dani’s hands went to MK’s waist, syncing up with her fairly quickly. One glance to either side of them and she realized that two guys were focused on them. Dancing with MK was definitely the more preferable option because she didn’t like strange people touching her. After a few minutes, the guys went away, but Dani continued dancing with MK, grinding against her as if she danced like this all the time. And MK did dance like this all the time, the photographs littering the internet of the petite redheaded party girl proved that enough. Her reputation did, too. Girls and boys alike could earn a chance with her if they wanted, whether it was a dance or a kiss or a round of drinks. It was fun, to say the least, and she hardly ever thought of the consequences past that. Adam did prevent her from going off and sleeping with every man she could, but because of the lack of labels or definitions on their relationship, everything else seemed like fair game. Her hand tangled into Dani’s hair, the other falling around her neck, and she tugged her even closer. “Having fun?” she shouted with a grin, enunciating slowly so Dani could pick up the movement of her lips. The longer they danced, the more comfortable Dani became. She knew this was MK’s scene and that wasn’t a bad thing. If anything, it was a good thing because it meant she was likely to get out more and maybe end up a bit more than just that badass fighter chick who preferred sports bars and beer. Her arms tightened around MK’s waist as she was pulled closer and grinned. “You’re fucking awesome, you know that?” she asked, leaning in to speak in her ear so that she’d have a better chance of hearing with the music as loud as it was. “This is a lot of fun,” she added, answering MK’s question almost as an afterthought. Of course, the ridiculous smile she was wearing should’ve been proof enough that she was enjoying herself. “You?” That was said after she pulled back and accompanied with an inclination of her head. “I do know that actually. I tell myself that every fucking day.” MK grinned wickedly, injecting her the overconfidence that only really came along with the flow of alcohol in her veins. Now, she felt hot and charming and worth it, or at least that was what she told herself. Those self-esteem issues that still bubbled from her childhood never really went away. Sort of like the whispers of how broken she actually was. “I always have fun with a beautiful lady.” She flashed Dani a flirty smile, tucking some blonde hair behind the other girl’s hair as she tilted her head a little. “C’mere, gorgeous. I’m about to really piss this guy I know off.” And with a little push of Dani’s head to bring her closer, she caught the other girl’s lips, the kiss all open-mouthed and wanton. MK couldn’t see the flashes of the pictures over the flashing lights over the dancefloor, but she could hear murmurs already. Excellent. The sheer amount of self confidence MK had in herself was admirable to Dani, who couldn’t quite see that it was mostly due to the alcohol they’d both had. MK’s grin had her grinning as well and Dani just let herself be in the moment. She was have a fantastic time, definitely drunk and dancing with a fantastic firecracker of a lady. She didn’t really catch what MK said, but the next moment, they were kissing and Dani hesitated for a split second before she returned the kiss. The blonde was oblivious to the flashing lights and she obviously couldn’t hear the whispers. She was more focused on getting acquainted with MK’s lips, which mean she slowed her dancing just a bit. Dani pulled back when she needed a breath and groaned. Christ, when was the last time she’d been kissed like that? “Shots?” she asked, because more alcohol was the answer to everything and it would certainly stop that nagging feeling that she was forgetting something. Her fingers laced in MK’s, all intimate and friendly as if they’d known each other for years, and tugged her back toward the bar. “Fuck you’re a good kisser,” Dani informed her with a wink as she ordered another round of shots, this time tequila straight up. When Dani pulled back, MK didn’t groan like the blond did, but smirked widely, glancing around at the bevy of people staring at the two beautiful girls. It was bound to cause a splash, two girls making out on the dancefloor, especially when one was a known party girl and the other a recognizable face as well. Oh, yeah, pictures would be online soon enough, probably before the girls stumbled out of the club itself, and MK was pleased as kittens. Plus, Dani wasn’t too bad herself, definitely a good kisser. She’d be able to tease Roger about that later, too. “Shots,” she agreed, letting herself be tugged in the direction of the bar. “‘Scuse me.” Her voice slurred a little, not that Dani could here, but she was clearly drunk. “I’m a great fucking kisser, woman. Get it right.” While they waited for the shots, she tested another kiss on the girl, leaning onto the tiptoes of her heels, until the bartender came back with the shot glasses filled with amber liquid. “Cheers, beautiful.” She hit it back without a second thought, and the burn was just delightful. Dani might have been struggling with forgetting something, but MK remembered. Or, rather, remembered someone. She liked making Adam jealous, liked how he blushed a little and got all green-eyed monster on her. “Want to try to make a couple guys really jealous?” She pulled out her iPhone as she posed the question and waved it in front of the blond. Everything about MK made Dani want to giggle but she tried to hold back at least a little bit. “Great, got it,” she teased, able to understand the redhead just a bit better. It helped that she was drunk and stressing the words. She didn’t protest the second kiss or hesitate this time, pulling the redhead closer with a slight jerk, making her put more of her weight on the blonde. Dani just laughed, because it hadn’t been her intention, and took her shot same as MK without removing her arm from the girl’s waist. Her eyes closed for a moment, feeling the alcohol settle and she was certainly past the point of being too responsible. “I think we’ll succeed,” Dani replied, leaning in to kiss MK again because she assumed that was the kind of picture she wanted. MK shot Dani a gleeful look, all mischief and drunken silliness, as the other girl knocked back her shot without thought. The redhead definitely liked her; anyone who could keep up was great in her book. Anyone who gladly did the same insane things she did was even better. She met the other girl’s lips with a smile as she positioned the phone at the perfect angle. And click. The hoots and hollers of the clubbers surrounding the bar fueled her a little more, and she deepened the kiss a little more for another picture before pulling back and showing Dani. “Ready to be on TMZ by tomorrow morning? And make the bossman pop a blood vessel? And my...friend really jealous?” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d hit it off this well with a girl, but MK had this way about her that made Dani want to be her friend. The drinking was just a bonus and everything was pleasantly warm and fuzzy. She didn’t even think twice about smiling into the kiss. She pulled away just slightly after the flash but then MK was deepening the kiss. Dani instinctively held her closer as they kissed, but then a few moments later, MK was showing her the pictures. Dani grinned. “God yes. Why do you think I look this good?” she replied. “Text me those pics too while you’re at it.” She didn’t care who MK texted the pictures to because, like she said, they were going to be all over TMZ in the morning. Dani had been out of the public eye since her injury, but she’d get identified pretty quick next to MK Robinson. On a scale of 1 to 10, they were definitely at an 11. MK made quick work sending the pictures out, accidentally sending it to everyone in her phonebook. Oops. As she stood there giggling at the phone screen, however, everything thing else hit her little by little, and the worries she used this night to escape from crawled back from the recesses of her mind. Fuck. Frowning for a second, she shook her head to snap herself out of it and reached forward to snatch Dani’s hand again to drag her once again towards the dance floor. It was easier to forget that way, at least for a little while, at least until she had to return to the villa. Until then, she could dance and drink and repress everything for a little longer. |