Pamela Swynford de Beaufort (walmrtsweatsuit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-20 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kate kane (batwoman), pamela swynford de beaufort |
Who: Kate Kane and Pam de Beaufort
What: Forming an alliance, of sorts.
When: 12/15 or so
Where: A party in Irvine
Rating: PG13 for Pam.
Status: Complete
If she wasn’t getting paid damned well for this, Pam might very well have left the party. She’d come as the date of one of her regular clients, but she’d wound up alone and bored by the punch bowl. She had half a mind to send her cards around, just to fuck with him, but he was a cash cow for her. Fucking trust fund babies. So she pretended to drink more punch, and waited.
Kate was walking in on the arm of a ditzy looking blonde, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. It had been a last minute date, and not one she was that happy with, but if she got laid at the end of the night she wasn’t going to argue. Much. She was wearing a black suit and bowtie, which contrasted with how pale she was, the redness of her lips like a beacon.
Instantly Pam’s attention was diverted. At least there was somebody interesting here now. And what style.
The woman was angling around near the refreshments, and Pam was tired of standing there, so she simply went up and tapped her on the shoulder. “I love the suit,” she said, drawling a little. “So Marlene Dietrich.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at the blonde woman. “It’s so hard to get a custom tailored suit when you’re a woman. My step-mother despises it when I do this.” Thus, she did it often!
“So you do it all the time, I bet.” Pam laughed, lips ending up in a smirk. “It’s sexy. I hope your date thinks so.” She couldn’t overtly flirt, Maia would somehow just fucking know, but still. No harm in appreciating beauty.
“Truthfully I think she just cares that she’s getting into this swanky place. I didn’t really pick her up for her intelligence. That isn’t usually my MO but this was short notice.” Kate winked at her. “Your date looks about as dull.”
“I’m being paid well. I do it for a living, sort of.” Pam shrugged. “I’ve put up with more for less. But at least the company’s more interesting now.” She smirked again. “You can call me Pam, sugar.”
“Kate,” she replied, raising an eyebrow at the ‘paying’ thing. She wasn’t going to judge, though. Some part of her mind decided that maybe cultivating a friendship could be useful. The rest of her scoffed at that. Friends were friends, not people to be used.
“Nice to meet you. And no, I’m not a hooker.” Pam rolled her eyes. “Everyone always assumes that.”
“I never said anything,” she replied, laughing softly. “But I did wonder. Not something that really bothers me.”
“I’m a domme. My sweet little date does like being knocked around, but he thinks his wife’s too ‘proper.’” Pam rolled her eyes. “It’s his money.”
“See, now that’s fun.” Kate grinned again. “I take it you enjoy it or you wouldn’t put up with it, money or not.”
“Oh, it’s a hoot. Usually. I just said I’d do this because he offered me triple and my girlfriend’s working on something academic tonight.” Pam shrugged. Maia had some project she was doing for the library. It was kinda cute, seeing her all bent over the desk with her eyes laser focused.
Damn, she was taken. Kate shook her head at herself. “Pity, she should be keeping you much more entertained.”
“It’s okay, she has to make money too. I don’t do the kept woman thing.” Pam smirked. “It’s fun to look around and flirt, though. And honestly, I’d do this shit for the gossip, never mind the money. It’s hilarious.”
“Gossip, huh? You hear some crazy shit?” Kate did too but it would be interesting to see this woman’s perspective.
“The myth of pillow talk is alive and well.” Pam snorted. “I might have been the one to leak a certain musician’s leaving anger management recently because his publicist likes to blabber. He likes when I call him Junior, and in between spankings he told me had to pick up his famous client in the morning because he was leaving anger management. Stupid knows stupid, I guess.”
Kate covered her mouth before she burst out laughing. That was the most hysterical thing she’d heard all week, and she couldn’t quite guess who, but she wanted to know more. “I’ll bet you could make a fortune off of that. Do you hear anything that might be illegal?”
“Definitely.” Pam laughed. “Some shit I don’t want to talk about given I might get killed” - well. She didn’t think she could die the normal ways anymore, but still - “but you hear some stuff like, I don’t know, I once had a guy tell me he’d pay me in heroin given he was getting a big shipment from Colombia tomorrow. I told him to fuck off and anonymously called the cops.” If it had been pot or something, she probably would have kept it, but heroin, not so much.
She tilted her head, thinking about that. That could be a lead, and after her latest round of dreams, well, Kate Kane felt like she hadn’t in a long time. Alive. “Too bad there’s not many people who can go around busting heads that need busting.”
“There might be more than you think,” Pam replied. She wasn’t sure how much to reveal to this Kate. Would she think Pam was bugfuck crazy for talking about vampires and stuff? Or just some overgrown Twilight fan?
“Something tells me in this county that that’s probably true. You just never really hear about it. I remember talk about some girl earlier this year, but she seems to have retired or something.” And if some teenager could do it, so could she.
“Some girl doing what?” Pam raised an eyebrow.
“Running around in a mask and leather pants, kicking muggers in the face and breaking up robberies.” Kate shrugged her shoulder. “Don’t know how much was true but there’s always a little bit that is.”
“Seriously?” Pam couldn’t help but laugh. “Like, superhero style? Well, this place is fucking weird, I guess that’d just be one more ingredient to the mix.”
“That’s what it sounds like. Not like the cops can do anything to some of these people though.” Kate’s nose wrinkled up and she made a face.
“I guess.” Pam didn’t know anything about that one way or the other, but she did appreciate this girl’s cute little face. “What’re you planning? You aren’t going to give yourself some name and go try and kick ass all over the county, are you?”
She flashed a grin, her eyes flashing and her hair bouncing off of her cheeks as she moved her head. “I don’t know. Maybe. Feels like it’s something I should be doing, if you know what I mean.”
“Not really, no.” Pam’s eyebrow stayed raised. “No offense, honey, but who decides that’s ‘something they should be doing’?”
“I do.” She tapped a finger against her own chest. “When I like the idea of doing something. Beats the hell out of hangovers. Question is where to start.”
“I guess.” Pam wasn’t entirely convinced that the woman was sane, but she felt like playing along for kicks. “I guess you’d need like, a costume and shit? Informants? A name?”
“Why not? I could put together something to conceal my identity while I figure things out.” She grinned at the blonde woman. “Maybe I am crazy, but I keep dreaming this shit.”
“Oh!” And just like that, it all made sense. “Well, shit, you shoulda said something. If you said you were a dreamer I’d have thought you were more sane. Gotten anything from ‘em yet?”
“I was afraid you’d think I was crazy if I told you I had weird dreams.” Kate looked sheepish. “No, I didn’t know you could get...things from them.”
Pam simply opened her mouth and showed Kate her fangs. “Surprise for me?”
“Holy shit.” Kate tilted her head, staring at Pam’s teeth. “I mean, my muscles have gotten better but nothing like that. I just thought it was because I was working out harder. Those are real, aren’t they. Holy shit!”
“They’re real. Notice I haven’t had any punch or anything like that - maybe it’s shitty, but I wouldn’t know.” Pam chuckled. “Can’t go out during the day. Can’t eat. Honestly, sometimes it’s a pain in the ass, but sometimes it’s a lot of fun.”
“I like the night but sometimes I like the sun, so I can see how that might suck ass.” Kate folded her arms. The not eating or drinking had to be a bitch and she could respect Pam for putting up with that.
“I don’t miss the sun, honestly. I miss food.” Pam shrugged. “Though I will say snacking on my girlfriend is nice.” She smirked a little. It really was - it was intimate in a way that not much could be.
“You’ve got a really open minded woman.” And she meant that on several levels. Considering the job, and the vampirism…. Kate wasn’t sure she’d be as willing to just accept all of that at once. It would just be a huge shock.
“She’s got her own issues.” Pam smiled, though she didn’t appreciate something in her tone. Yeah, shit was crazy, but it was who she was. “We all do, here. I just got lucky to find her.”
“Yeah, lucky.” Kate’s smile faltered just a little. She wondered if Renee was around, but that would probably be a disaster. She wasn’t meant for that kind of relationship.
“What?” Pam cocked her head. “Is something wrong?” If she was pulling a stank face, she’d have to cut a bitch.
“Color me jealous,” Kate elaborated. “I haven’t been able to make a long term relationship work in a long time.”
“Oh. Sorry. I thought you were going to get a stank face.” Pam laughed. She shook her head. “I don’t know how she deals with me, I’m just happy she does. But I don’t know, if you really do this superhero style thing, maybe it’s something to do?” Keeping busy did matter.
“Keep busy, and I always enjoyed a good fight. I used to be army before… Well before I wasn’t army anymore.” She shrugged a shoulder. It wasn’t something the tabloids ever bothered to discuss.
“Don’t Ask Don’t Tell?” Pam figured, if she was here checking her out. “Bullshit stuff.”
“Yeah. I was at West Point and the cadet code says cadets don’t lie. Since I was asked directly…” She shrugged a shoulder. “Go figure honor bites me in the ass.”
“Stupid.” Pam sighed. “Them, I mean.” Telling someone not to be who they were, and then telling them not to lie about it. It pissed her off.
“Can’t go back and change it now, and I don’t really want to. It’s been too long, I’ll just soldier on in other ways.” She grinned.
“Well, if you decide to soldier on by being a damn superhero, you can find me if you want.” Pam couldn’t help but be amused. This chick had to be crazy, but it was a good crazy.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she replied, giving Pam a little bit of a salute. “You’ll know me when you see me, in that case.”
“I’ll keep an eye out.” Pam saluted right back, figuring at this point, it was time to go home.
Nodding her head, Kate turned to mingle back in with the rest of the party-goers. Back to the grindstone, as it were.