“I don’t usually get generous.” Who: Marian Hawke, Kitty Pryde What: Marian's narration bubbles are misbehaving. When: During the Narration plot, phase 2. Where: A bar somewhere. Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for dirty, dirty thought bubbles. Status: Complete!
Kitty wanted to refamiliarize herself with bars, and so found herself in one, spending more time observing the bartender than actually drinking. Not that she was interested, she really wasn’t her type, but the woman knew what she was doing, and Kitty flexed her fingers as two worlds of memories jostled in her head.
Whether being out in public at the moment was a good idea or not, Marian found herself and her warring narration bubbles at a bar. She hoped it was a good one. In fact, she said it aloud.
"Oh me oh my, I hope this is a good bar," she said, while pushing the door open. Little slashes formed in the air to indicate she'd just pushed the door, and a bubble with the words Hawke said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. followed her inside.
She let out a little sigh, which replaced the slash marks as she headed for a seat. The bubble above her chair changed its words. The other women in the bar fell under Hawke's smoldering gaze. They were extremely attractive, and she couldn't help but feel the need to crush her lips against either one of theirs.
"Yes, let's just write a tawdry romance novel about me discovering the wiles of women. Varric, you really must be stopped." Marian whacked her fist against the narration bubble, and it popped out, "Do ignore whatever that thing says. I'd like a drink that's strong enough to lose all sense of shame, please."
Well that jostled Kitty out of her mope. She stared at the attractive woman and the bubbles, raising her eyebrows into her hair, a big grin on her face. That was hysterical. “And what if one of the women under your gaze wants to be enraptured?”
"Oh maker, don't encourage him, please." Marian was certain it was a him. She was certain of it because the voice that had come along with the narrative balloons sounded exactly like Varric.
The bubbles continued to narrate her actions, floating around her as she picked up the drink the bartender had poured her. In fact, she knocked the entire thing back and slammed the glass on the counter, then waved a hand at the sfx bubble that appeared to animate the noise it made.
She gazed across the bar. Their eyes met. It was instant magic. Hawke was a mage, but this was like no magic she'd ever--, The balloon began again, and Hawke reached a hand up to punch it.
It was kind of a sexy voice, Kitty had to admit. “You’ve got a troublesome voice there, don’t you. I’m afraid I have to burst it though. I’m taken. A blonde girl with a butt that could crack walnuts.”
Another troublesome bubble popped up over Marian's head: "My own behind is the finest arse in existance, and I challenge you to comparison," Hawke said, with a saucy wink at the sultry brunette woman nearby.
"... Oh for the love of-- It is NOT, No, well, It might be, but that's really none of your... all I wanted was a few drinks in a bar, but no, you've just got to go and spice things up. You really don't know when to stop, do you?" Marian sighed, and motioned for another drink.
After punching the new horrible bubble out of existence, she glanced over at Kitty and blew some hair out of her face, "It's really lovely that you have a blonde girlfriend whose arse is superior to mine. Honest."
Kitty leaned around to look at Marian’s butt. “Okay that’s pretty impressive.” She looked up into Marian’s face. “Have a seat, I’ll buy you a drink and you can tell me all about why you don’t have a cute girlfriend.”
With a well-animated nod, Marian pulled out the stool next to Kitty's and took a seat on it. The act filled the air around them with all kinds of bouncy special effects bubbles. She was really too exhausted with them to care.
"I don't have a cute girlfriend because I'm not even sure I like women, for starters. Despite what my narrative friend would have us all believe. HE is a great admirer of women, and dresses like an extremely short pimp." Marian knocked back her new drink, and held her glass up again.
“Sounds awesome. Don’t let speechbubbles push you around. If you don’t like boob you don’t like boob. Though I might get my recruiter badge rescinded for saying that.” Kitty gestured for the drink to be filled.
"Well, I suppose the crux of the issue is that I'm not sure if I like boob or not," Marian replied, her tone a little wry, "Maia, my cousin, keeps telling me I should give it a try, like she knows me better than I know myself. And I admit I'm not really sure where dream-Hawke stands on anything. She's a bit of a whore, Dream-Hawke is."
The bartender refilled her glass, and Marian decided to nurse this third drink. The bubbles went on narrating sound effects like she was going to knock back that drink as well, and she rolled her eyes as another smutty narration bubble popped up.
Hawke looked down at the other woman's generous bosom, feeling something stir inside of her that she'd never understood before-- "I BLOODY WELL UNDERSTAND THE FEELINGS THANK YOU!"
“I think I’m more of a whore than my dreamself. You can count on two fingers the number of people I’ve been with there. Here, it’s at least double.” She grinned, and puffed her chest out. “I don’t usually get generous.”
"They seem generous enough, but I think Varric's got a bit of a flair for over-exaggeration. Sorry to say that, but he's probably enhancing you a bit beyond your natural assets," Marian sighed a bit, waving more narration bubbles away.
"I thought this was fun at first but now I really just want these stupid bubbles to leave me alone... what's that there? What are you doing there? Stop making sound effect noises like I'm copping a feel at her!"
Hawke waved the sound effects away, "Apparently you're my type and I never knew."
“I don’t mind. You should see half the women I grew up around in my dreams. Super models, every one of them, and me, the much more plain girl.” Kitty smiled lopsidedly.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're not plain at all." Marian snorted, and sipped at her drink, "Look at me, I'm not exactly exotic, either. Brown hair, pretty normal features for a woman... I mean I'm not exactly walking any runways anywhere. I've still had my fair share of dates and people who thought I was beautiful. Don't sell yourself short like that and Varric I swear if you turn that into some kind of innuendoed comment I'll break your little stubby legs in the dream world."
A bubble popped up, but only to describe the angered tone Hawke had made her comments. For the time being, at least, they were going to behave themselves.
"Then you shut up, too, and I'll buy you a drink. You can make your beautiful girlfriend all jealous," Marian replied, with a smirk.
“Fine. I don’t think she’s the jealous type, but I do worry she has issues with…” Kitty waved her hand. “Self-esteem. So I like to compliment her a lot.”
Marian waved a hand, "Two of whatever she's been having."
She turned her attention back to Kitty, "Lots of women seem to have those kinds of problems. I can't say I'm completely devoid of them, myself. No matter how many times you hear someone tell you that you're beautiful, though, if you don't believe it in your heart to begin with, then you won't."
After a pause to think, she added, "I think we do that to ourselves because it's so ingrained in us not to know that we look good and aught to be admired and loved for it. Ah, Society. Convincing women to oppress themselves since the Dark Ages."
“I was lousy with self-esteem issues. Took every person I’ve been with building on each other to really help me with them.” Kitty nodded at Marian, listening to her speak. “And yet we’re expected to dress and act a certain way for men.”
"Yes, and that's just more of us oppressing ourselves for them, when you think about it," Marian spun her drink around on the bar top a bit while she spoke, "We do all of their work for them, they hardly have to put us in line anymore. We apologize for having emotions, or opinions, or speaking up. We apologize when things go wrong, even if we didn't do anything. We make ourselves feel guilty if we aren't typical nurturing figures or don't want to be mothers or aren't good in the kitchen or with the housework..."
“Or feel guilty if we’re better than them at something they should be good at. Computers or games or sports. We get belittled if we speak our opinions or called a whore if we dare to stand up to ourselves.” Kitty made a face. “I’m glad I don’t blog.”
Marian raised an eyebrow, "But the comments from all the hateful men would be entertaining, at least until the death threats started. And the women who tell you that you shouldn't write things like that because you're being oversensitive about your lot in life."
“I’ll stick to punching people in the dicks,” Kitty decided, bringing her drink to her lips. “‘cause I like to live dangerous.” Something about Hawke attracted her, but not so much in a sexual way.
"Well you can never get too much of that. Especially when people are being dicks, and then you can punch them wherever you feel like," Marian quipped. Whatever she was drinking now was the drink similar to Kitty's. She sipped at it and nodded approvingly.
“I know a few places to go for some guilt free punching,” Kitty admitted with a laugh.
"Oh do you? I don't get enough guilt-free punching. I've been trying to stay in shape, but your own home gym isn't really as motivating as I'd been told. I couldn't even talk myself into getting my money's worth out of it."
The other brunette chuckled a bit, then punched her fist against a narrative balloon before it could pop up and say something cheesy about how the two women could work off pounds together.
Too late, Kitty was giggling at the cheesiness of the balloon. “Come on, lets go beat some people up.”