Daisy Johnson (bad_vibrations) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-03-09 23:23:00 |
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There is no demon in me
Characters: Daisy, Daimon, Alex and Happy.
Setting: Hogan's Boxing Gym, which I'm pretty sure isn't a franchise yet.
Content: Swearing and demon stuff.
Summary: Daisy invites Alex on a little outing to meet her friends, who are totally normal people who have nothing to do with demons.
It took a few phone calls and a little more time than Daisy would have liked, but Hogan proved to be unexpectedly responsive to the situation. Daisy wouldn't have guessed that working for Stark meant a world-weary acceptance of the weird and the occult, that guy was more like terrorists and corporate blablabla, wasn't he? The shit all the other capes found boring. Whatever, it worked out in her favour, anyway, with Hogan being so understanding and accommodating. Otherwise, she would have to rent a seedy fucking motel room for an hour, and smuggle Alex in in a duffel bag so the neighbours didn't call the cops on her for stealing a child's kidneys or something. There was no way Alex would hold her hand and walk jovially on in to the new age fucktopia of Daimon's shop, or Daimon was getting directions to the Cocoon. She kind of liked the Cocoon. It was the one familiar in her life. She didn't want to have to move because Alex got himself lime disease from hell.
This way, she could offer, possibly in a transparently sweet way, "Do you wanna go to the gym with me today?" like it was no big deal. He always looked bitter whenever she grabbed her bag to go, so she fully expected him to jump on the chance, if in his backwards, 'pretend not to give a fuck about anything' Alex way. Hopefully that whole charade didn't last too long, because she had people waiting on them, including Happy's loyal customers who probably internalized their disappointment at finding the gym closed and had to go swallow sixteen corndogs to fill the void. Daimon, too, probably...well, Daisy didn't expect he had better shit to do. She couldn't imagine the world of demon exorcising was a lucrative one. But, again, what the fuck did she know?
She managed to get Alex out the door and into the truck quick enough, utilizing her mounting impatience and firm, field leader voice that had him marching obediently with her trailing after him with her heavy gym bag over her shoulder. There might have been a box of pastries in there for the unlikely event that Alex managed to behave himself and deserved a reward. A wet, snowy, road-ragey drive later, they were at the quiet little gym that didn't look like it got much traffic anyway (well, it didn't. Daisy was fairly certain anyone else that came in was one of Hogan's old, hitting-each-other-in-the-head buddies), so its stillness wasn't immediately offputting. She dropped her bag in the middle of the open room, scrubbing the dampness from her hair and making it kind of spiky as she looked around for signs of life. "Hogan? Anybody?" she asked the empty room, only the humming of the fluorescent lights to answer her. She offered a shrug to Alex, and started to unbutton her jacket. More equipment for them, right?