Dante "Inferno" Zaragoza - Death'll find you... (xolotl) wrote in schisms, @ 2019-02-26 10:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !character: dante zaragoza, !character: yessenia ayala, !complete, !log |
Who: Yessi & Dante
What: Friday Night Fights
When: BACKDATED: Feb 1st, night
Where: shady bar
Warnings: violence, booze
Dante had geared up appropriately wearing a light undershirt vest to help absorb some blows if they got into a particularly bad brawl. Admittedly, she wasn’t expecting much from local bar yahoo’s, but sometimes you got surprised. A pair of smart sunglasses she’d tricked out so that she could connect into the web - and therefore networks around them - in the blink of an eye had been put on and the synthetic skin used to cover her leg was left at home. Hell knew she’d need quick access to her electra-knuckles tonight for the type of fun they were about to engage in and she’d assured that she was dressed accordingly. Hot enough to get hit on and be given reason to start some shit but functional enough to whoop the ass of anyone who looked at her or Yessi even close to sideways. With all of that out of the way Dante had headed down to Dart - a tricked out navy blue Toyota Supra - before hoping in the car, kissing the steering wheel and her lips breaking into a grin. “We’re gonna have a good night baby girl.” Relaxing into the driver’s seat the car was started and she felt her mind and body syncing up with the vehicle. She’d told Yessi she’d be there in twenty minutes when it was a forty minute drive from her place to the other woman’s and that was half the thrill of offering the estimate she had. Turning the glasses on her brain shifted, connecting into them, before eyes adjusted to examine the road before her. A grin broke across her face and that would start her race across the city her tech manip flipping lights from red to green all the way while the navigation system of the car constantly redirected to send her down the optimal roads and paths at all times. It was easy to span the distance in 25 minutes instead of the standard 40 minutes or so it should take. Drifting into a parked position outside Yessi’s house a thought would launch off the text needed to notify the other woman she was here and adrenaline still thrummed through her veins. These were the nights she lived for, the nights she loved. Fingers drummed at Dart’s steering wheel while waiting for the other woman to make her way up to the door. Another signal was given through her connection with the car and the door popped open for Yessi before she’d even touch it. “Hey mamacita, see your ready to heat up the night.” There was a half grin offered to the other woman as she’d wait for Yessi to get into the car before shifting Dart into first gear. “You ready to party?” The half look tossed to the other woman as Dante jumped the car from 1st to 3rd gear was bordering on predatory and if anyone called her out on it the technopath would have simply chuckled. “Think I know just the spot for us tonight.” Fingers tapped at the steering wheel and the display built into the dash of the car displayed a bar on the outskirts of Queens as thoughts pressed to bring it up. “Reviews say our kind of fun is the norm.” The tachometer heavily leaned on 5 as the car engine revved and Dante slammed the shifter from 3rd to 5th without a second thought. Her mind reached out connecting through the software to flip the lights before them from red to green without a second thought - a common trick she’d mastered long ago - as the car flew down the road, turns being taken through drifting, and the gears being punched through as if the shifter was an extension of her own body. “What’s eatin’ you?” Eyes wouldn’t leave the road as they’d glide around another turn, the light flicking to green before them as Dante moved between lanes and around other cars as easy as breathing. That text had been all Yessenia needed to get herself into gear. Brawling had become a past time she enjoyed mostly because Dante enjoyed it too. Both of them seemed to look forward to luring drunks into fist fights, both of them for different reasons but it amounted to all the same. When she was fighting the anger began to grow just a little bit also ebb - with every punch she felt some of what was inside of her bubble and float away. Fighting did not take away the feelings the way drumming did but it was an outlet just the same and one she cherished. There was no need for special weapons. Yessenia could lift a ton, punch a bad biker through a brick wall without breaking a sweat. All she needed were things in her environment to have a bit of fun - tables, chairs, bottles, whatever she could get her hands on was used. As always she looked the part. Clad in black leather she waited by the door for Dart to drift up and idle. Even her hands and fingers were wrapped in the ebony fabric. They didn’t offer protection, the gloves, they just enhanced the feeling and complimented her outfit. She had opted out of heels for the night though. Last time she ended up breaking a heel on one of her favorite pairs and all she saw after that was red. So boots, a solid platform with spikes would do for the night. She could hear the sounds of the Supra as it purred through the neighborhood. Without a shred of fear or regret Yessi left the house she shared with her bandmates and closed the distance between them and Dart’s door. The quip brought a smirk to her lips and she slid into the bucket seat, not bothering with a seatbelt. “Ay, the night will never know what has come for it.” Her words were fierce and playful, dark eyes turned toward her friend. Dante was every bit of a woman you would want to chase in any other circumstance - she was crazy, fiery, and smart. Yessenia admired her a great deal and it was their opposites that fostered the cohesion they had. Even if she was not Dante’s best friend, Dante was hers and that was all Yessi needed when it came to protecting the other woman from harm later on. Her eyes went to the road as the car began to move; it jumped slightly at the quick shift in gears but Yessi wasn’t phased. Her jaw set and she kept her eyes straight watching the dark ink of the road become one with the night. Cruising this way made her feel as if the vehicle and she were one. Dante was always in charge, there was a silent understanding about that. At first she had been a bit afraid but now she didn’t bother with the prickles of fear. She couldn’t have been hurt in a car accident anyway regardless so recklessness didn’t seem so out of the realm of ideas. “Nothing,” Yessenia confirmed, glancing over at her friend. It was easier to deny than try to explain the multitude of things chipping away at her core. “Ready to fight.” “Bullshit.” Dante didn’t even bother sugar coating the response to Yessenia’s dismissal of her question. If the other woman wasn’t gonna talk about whatever the fuck was going on, that was fine, but Dante also wasn’t about to let lies fly between them in her car. Sure, she wasn’t about to tell Yessenia about all the bullshit going on in her head and life either, but she’d rather say those topics were off the table with the other woman than straight up deny them. There was no anger at Yessi’s response but a factual dismissal of the actual attempt to cover shit up. Another light ahead of them flipped to green causing a series of angry honks from the cross street that had their light cut shot and Dante smirked. If it was just her in the car she would have considered not bothering changing the lights at all, but at the same time just because she didn’t care if she went head first at 50mph into a brick wall innocent people didn’t deserve that. There was a moment of consideration given “What are fighting tonight?” The question was meant more metaphorically than physical. “And if you say bar assholes I’m gonna find a chancla to smack you with.” It was a serious threat in some ways, but also was intended to inject a bit of levity into their interaction for the night. Dante’s mind shifted and the screen on the dash flickered to a set of directions to their location. They were still an estimated twenty minutes out and a soft scoff was offered as eyes flickered to the directions and then the screen flipped through a couple of options for alternative routes before Dante found one she liked. The gas pedal was pressed to the floor after swinging around another corner as a long stretch of road came into sight before them. A sigh coupled with an eye roll and Yessenia sat back against the seat. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” She didn’t want to lie to Dante, not really, but her nature was dismissive at times. When she was challenged, if she couldn’t fight or didn’t want to brawl about it, she pushed it away for later and let it build up so that when she was ready to get nasty it would come. It wasn’t the healthiest way to exert energy but it was all that she knew how to do. The aggression from the road was fueling her. Finally she was smiling with anticipation of what lay ahead for them. Brawling was one of her favorite activities to participate in, but it was only something she did with Dante. She didn’t trust anyone else in that situation - it was fast paced, bloody, messy - they both had each other’s backs and could rely on each other. Laughing at the comment about the bar assholes and the chancla, she wiped carefully at an eye and emitted an amused sigh. “We are fighting anything that wants to be beaten up, bar assholes included.” She would knock the walls out of the bar itself if she had to, tear the place down to the foundation. Anything to ease the monster that raged around inside of her heart. “I would even fight you,” she teased, nudging gently at Dante with an elbow. “Better answer.” Dante asserted to the response about the other woman not wanting to talk about what was eating her up inside that night. While it still wasn’t a good answer it was a far better answer then the bullshit lie she’d been given just a minute before. Though it was clear the metaphorical nature of her question went clear over the other woman’s head. Or perhaps it didn’t and Yessi was intentionally avoiding. Who the hell knew. There was a light scoff given to Yessi even being willing to fight her. “You’d lose.” To Dante it wasn’t even intended in a competitive aspect, she had no interest in fighting the other woman and had more important shit to do with her time than punch allies. This was more a matter of math and tactics. Sure Yessi’s skin couldn’t be broken but Dante would wager that still meant she could be hurt, just that the other woman wasn’t about to bleed out. Though open fractures had to be a nightmare to fix for the other woman and Dante would be amazed if Yessi had all the vaccinations an adult ought to have due to problems with needles. Plus lord save them all of Yessi’s appendix ever burst. That would suck to watch her friend die from because a surgery couldn’t be performed. Dante? It took awhile for her to really get hurt, and then she had enough gadgets and gizmo’s that she wasn't relying on fighting skills alone. Dart’s clutch was pressed down, the shifter slammed into neutral and the emergency brake was yanked up as they drifted around another corner with ease. Just as quickly as Dante had throw all the pieces out of place all the gears and pedals and brake were realigned and the gas slammed on as she popped them back into fifth gear flawlessly. Only amateurs made cars jerk when shifting between gear jumps and it had been years since Dante had been an amateur. “There in less than five. Hope you’re ready.” The storm which raged inside her was a mixture of things; even she couldn’t accurately describe the whirlwinds to exactly one thing in particular. It was the way she had always been. Her sister had mentioned her getting help once, seeing someone for it, and Yessenia just blew her off in a silent rage. Drumming was just about the only outlet that allowed her to release some of those things. She did a bit of artwork as well to help find relief - sketches, doodles, painting. Art was one of those things that didn’t demand you be good at any one particular thing as long as you were getting your point across and letting out feelings. “I know I would.” There was no argument. She would rue the day that she ever stood opposed to Dante because even without her friends set of skills Yessenia would not have the heart to throw punches with intent. Her brain would have had to be scrambled or something outlandish before she would ever let that happen. Her eyes turned to the road. “I am always ready.” It was always the truth - she was almost always ready for something. Fingers gripped at the handle of the door to ensure she didn’t lean too far one way or the other as the vehicle careened along. Maybe it was because it was so close, maybe it was because she leaned on the gas a little extra hard, maybe it was because her mind set to the task they’d soon be engaging in instead of trying to flicker between GPS, technological control of the light grid, or whatever else but it feel like the time flew by and by the time they were close Dante would slow the car. There was no reason to show off driving tricks, no reason to give bar fighting assholes more insight to her life or driving abilities - they’d need those to be a surprise when they sped away - than needed. Backing into the space Dante would set the car up for a quick escape - assuring the mirrors and other settings were good to go for when they needed to run - before turning her gaze on the other woman. “You picking who we’re throwing down with tonight or am I?” She remained silent, mind running through the anticipated motions of the evening ahead. Whichever target was chosen would be done so with care - she had learned the hard way what selecting at random could get you and while the spontaneity was fun she did not want to target someone who might have been otherwise a good, decent person. Whatever hang up she had about that she took no shit for. If that good person got caught up isn’t he fight once it had started it was on them, but she would not outright choose them. The sidling into the vacant space was done with grace. This was something she knew perfectly well, it was all part of the process. “I can pick unless you want to,” she offered. It was the least she could do for being so fussy all evening. She wanted a heavy hitter, someone who wanted to smash and shatter but she would see what the lineup held and hope for the best. There was a faint smug amusement that seemed to find its way into Dante’s features regardless of herself. “You pick.” If Yessi really wanted to go after someone Dante wasn’t about to stop the other woman, hell, she might outright encourage it. When she went out on her own she’d personally wait until someone started some shit with her and being a pretty girl at a bar? Someone almost always did. Some assholes just didn’t understand what ‘no’ meant until you punched their lights out for it. “I’ll take the outliers.” Because if they were honest whoever The other woman picked was likely to have buddies. Hell, even if the guy didn’t there would be some other assholes who would think their input or help was needed and quite frankly the deserved to have their teeth kicked in just as bad. Turning the engine off a click would sound as Dante removed her seatbelt and a hand fell to the door. “Let’s do this.” Giving the other woman a nod Dante would exit Dart while pocketing her keys and heading for the bar’s doors. A nod of confirmation and Yessi waited until the vehicle ceased purring before letting the door swing open. She was conscious of her strength paying the metal flap mind as she made her way out. Any damage done to Dart would be taken out of her skin, metaphorically, and she couldn’t bring herself to ding or harm such a delicate piece of her friend’s life. Care was also taken with the door as it was closed. Her purse strap was slung over a shoulder and as a pout of disinterest settled over her lips Yessenia began to walk from the car alongside her friend. The door was pushed open - again with a bit of care in mind - and held for Dante. She followed her friend in and at once the chatter seemed to die down as the action of being sized up and ogled came and went. Her eyes darted about looking for potential. One assessment would follow another. With everything well in hand it was easy to make their way inside - a brief joking smarmy sort of thanks offered at the door being held open - before Dante would make her way up to the bar. Eyes quickly assessed the bottles behind the bar - a lot of cheap hard liquor and plenty of cheap beer - before she’d tap at the bar, attempting to gain the bartender’s attention. There was a motion given to wait a minute and that wasn’t a problem at all. Settling down into a seat - the one next to her being pushed out with a foot for Yessi - Dante would shift, letting her gaze scan the bar. It reeked of booze, dirt, toxic machismo and stupidity at best and that was exactly what they were here for. After a night like they had planned they probably wouldn’t be allowed to come back again but hey, sometimes all you needed was one good bar fight to make all the difference in some shithead’s life. “Drink?” The question would be aimed at Yessi and eyes would move over to her friend. “Thinking Patron.” Because if they were gonna fuck shit up, they may as well do it fucking right. The distance between them and the bar became slight and then nil, each step across the floor bore the sound of her heels clicking though it was overshadowed by the ambiance - brazen laughter, glass bottles clinking against each other or the tables, feet of chairs scraping hard against the floor. Those were noises you’d expect from a place like this one. They didn’t come without their fare share of gawks, ogles, and a few cat-calls and whistles. Ignoring the attention seeking behind them Yessenia slid into the seat pushed out for her. “Always,” came the reply. Patron was good. It would fuel the burn that was already smoldering inside of her for the fight yet to come. She kept her eyes on the bottles behind the bartender; out of her peripheral vision came a shadow or two and while the place was loud she knew what was approaching, much to her distaste. “Ain’t see ya around here before, baby,” came the words she’d been expecting in some form or fashion - it was almost always the same no matter how many times someone rephrased it. Of course some fuck head would make it to them before the bartender. It was almost like clockwork. Did all sleazy bar idiots have the same timer set in their heads? There was a thought to simply reach across Yessi and slam the guy’s head into the bar - violent tonight - but Dante would manage to refrain for now. If he opted to stay around, well, maybe he’d end up the mark of the night. An eyebrow quirked at the other woman as a silent question of if Yessi wanted another moment before Dante moved into ensuring all hell broke loose. The bartender finally freed up and Dante held two fingers in the air. “Patron silver straight.” Fingers shifted and gestures to indicate that it was for herself and Yessi before Dante would turn in her chair, readying for whatever might come next as the bartender moved to get their drinks. As if on cue Yessenia turned toward the source of the voice with feigned interest. The bait was there if this jackalope decided to take it which was entirely plausible considering his actions so far. She had seen this before, it was like a revolving door when it came to these circumstances. Predictable. Why couldn’t she find a single decent person in a setting like this one? She pulled her gaze from the lecherous man who was hovering - an eyebrow was quirked at Dante as if to still the churning tide. She wanted her drink first. Party would come next. “What’s a matter, doll? Cat gotcha tongue?” The man cooed, voice deep. “My good looks getting ya speechless? Betcha got a pretty voice on ya, what do you sound like screaming?” Yessenia waited patiently for her small beverage to appear. When that tiny glass was set down before her she took only a moment to hold her glass up in a silent cheers. The drink was tossed back, the glass set down, and her fingers flexed. A pivot toward the man and Yessenia smirked. Her hand darted up, fingers curling into the fabric at the front of his shirt and with a serious tug she yanked his face down so that her gaze met his. “You scream first.” The face Dante made - a cross between amused disbelief and smugly knowing - couldn’t be helped as the guy kept. Talking. Yet, the shared glance would let the other woman know Dante wouldn’t jump into action yet. Soon. Sooner if this asshole kept that shit up, but not yet. With the cheers motion reciprocated Dante downed the patron in one gulp without a thought before the glass would thunk back down onto the counter. The next set of smooth motions would be gathered from her peripheral vision and Dante smirked. Another wave to the bartender as she motioned for two more. “Refill when you can.” Was absently offered to the bartender as hands collected up the glasses and stacked them before placing them within easy reach of the bartender. The line Yessi delivered was a good one and Dante couldn’t help but chuckle with her grin. She’d have to give props to the other woman later for that one. Now just to see if this was where the night started or if it’d have a quick end. It was sort of amazing no one had approached her yet but Yessi has dressed much more provocative tonight so maybe that had something to do with it too. There was no doubt the guy dwarfed her - his bicep was probably as large as her head if not bigger. She wondered if he was as bad at the gym as he was at the bar though in her experience men like him were generally making up for something not so sizeable when they were as muscular. Too bad he wasn’t exercising his brain the way he was his pectorals and glutes. “Ya? Hey baby, I’d scream for you all night.” Her fingers let go of the guys collar. Her lashes fluttered and her frame leaned backward as if she were spreading herself out for him. “Would you?” She taunted only to make it better for herself later on. Pummeling this loser into oblivion would taste that much sweeter with build up. She found another small glass of Patron sitting next to an elbow. A single finger was raised at the idiot. There was no sense in wasting a good drink. A glance over her shoulder at Dante, the smirk still there and playfully dangerous as ever, before her attention went to that small glass. She sipped it up like water, emitted a sigh as the glass went back down and then her eyes found his again. “You can start screaming now,” she breathed, fingers curling into a fist against her palm. A toothy grin and her hand was swinging forward finding purchase against flesh and bone. She didn’t hit him as hard as she probably could, just enough to knock some sense into him. Hopefully. The second drink would be tossed back carelessly and another thunk as this glass hit the counter. Once more it was slide across the counter so that the bartender could easily retrieve it and Dante put down a hundred dollar bill on the bar. “Keep the change.” Was offered to the bartender as eyes scanned the scene assessing the sturdiness of stools, the readily available pool cues, the high tables that weren’t bolted to the floor, how many different glass items - cups, bottles, other items - were around the bar in total and the number of men who seemed to have started paying attention to the interaction between the shithead and Yessi. No less than five, no more than ten were paying direct attention with three clearly prodding each other on for what they thought was about to be a different kind of good time, and in the wings there seemed to be another moron who was making his way towards her. She hadn’t dressed poorly but not as sexy as Yessi. With the assessment and tactical analysis of the situation around them it was clear to Dante that this was going to be a good night. The half smirk widened. With the sound of the first punch thrown Dante knew exactly the group they’d be going against as there was a notable jerk and discomfort that rippled through the fuckers that had been egging each other on just seconds before. Swiveling in her own seat Dante leaned back for a moment speaking to the bartender as two of the guys who’d been part of fucker one’s group were aggressively advancing already. “Sorry for the mess tonight.” Would be given to the bartender before Dante slipped off the stool and a hand fell back to grasp at it, readying to clock the first asshole who got close enough with a surprise stool to the face on their quick advance. Tonight was going to be a good night. |