Priss is no holds barred (littlemisspriss) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-31 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, azula, priss asagiri |
Who: Priss & Azula
Where: The Mall
when: The other day?
What:Mischief?
Rating: Eh troublemakers but nothing rate-worthy
Status: Complete!
Azula had only been in the country a couple of times before, but now she was stuck here and the thought was a little enraging. Just a little. Still, she looked stylish and modern as she walked through the mall. Her hair was perfectly styled and not a thing was out of place on her. The Japanese girl looked like she owned wherever she walked, and the cold humor in her eyes only added to that effect.
Priss was Priss. Which is to say over confident and totally owning the ground she walked on. She was cocky, a by product of being a moderately successful indie artist. And she was confident in herself, too. It didn’t make anything easier, and she had a bad habit of being a loner if she wasn’t with her bandmates. However, perfectly styled she was not. A ratty old, but comfortable, leather jacket, worn jeans and motorcycle boots. She turned a corner and almost walked face first into Azula. That would have been bad, but she stopped a half second before contact.
The fire princessgirl stopped up short and glowered at the girl. She ran her eyes up and down her, maybe lingering a little too long in some places, before her amber eyes settled on Priss’s face. “You should watch where you’re going.” She’d slapped people for less. Her expression was otherwise...bored.
At least this person didn’t smell.
Nope. Priss did not smell. She liked smelling good not bad. That was gross. She didn’t seem offended by the fact she was being eyeballed. Her lips curled up in a grin. “Oh see, last time I checked free walkway, so the same can go for you.” she smirked a touch. Yeah she didn’t like being told what to do.
"You're the one that came around that corner," Azula pointed out. She tilted her head, and sighed a little. Like this was some great inconvenience. "And it's never a free walkway if you walk with the right crowd like me."
Even though she was alone, because Azula was a crowd apparently.
She blinked then smirked wider. “Crowd?” she looked around. Sure. They could probably be friends if they both weren’t so damn cocky. But Priss had to push buttons. It was half the fun of life. “I don’t see a single person with you, so wanna try that one again?” another grin danced on her lips.
Yeah. Priss was a bit of a trouble maker.
"I'm afraid I left my crowd in Japan, but they're here in spirit." Azula waved a hand, as if that explained everything. Besides, a person with a presence like Azula's could be a crowd all by herself. This woman was disturbing her calm on several levels. Like that grin on her face needed to be kissedwiped away.
But instead of reacting outwardly, Azula's lips curved upward. "Of course, you could just be too dim to try going around.”
“Shame. Left mine there too.” she rolled her eyes. yeah okay whatever. Priss didn’t actually seem to care about her crowd. Or lack there of. Priss let her lips curl into a smile, sweet with a hint of troublesome. “Nah now I just don’t feel like going around.” Priss was all kinds of happy calm, she didn’t let a spoiled brat ruffle her feathers.
"Then you'll have to stand there, because I'm not stepping around." Azula checked her nails. She had all the time in the world and zero fucks to give if she held up this girl.
“Eh at the end of the day this really isn’t worth the fight.” she rolled her eyes a bit, Priss loved pushing buttons but she also didn’t want to have a stand off in the middle of the mall. It just seemed stupid to do. So she smirked and pushed past Azula, making sure to nudge her on the way by. So she was a bit vindictive. Oops?
Azula’s hand snapped out and wrapped around Priss’s wrist. She had a strong grip, digging long nails in. Her face remained impassive except for that smirk. “Now that was uncalled for. Why don’t we discuss this like civilized people. Though you’re hardly civilized, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”
“I’m not finding you much more civilized than I, so why don’t we just skip the conversation?” she grinned, and rolled her wrist towards Azula’s thumb, using the lessons her dad drilled into her to get out of a wrist grab. She watched the other woman impassively, only a little smirk dancing on her lips.
Azula moved her hand as well, taken by surprise only as far as this girl knowing that move, but clearly experienced. "That depends on what language you wish to speak, girl." She lifted a hand to fix a stray bit of hair as she smirked lightly at Priss. "I can take anything you think you can throw at me."
She just smile. “I can throw a lot at you, darlin’, but you’re really not worth the effort. A little fun, yes, but not worth a full effort.” she shrugged a bit at the woman and rolled her eyes. Priss didn’t mind getting into a brawl, it fact it was kinda fun, but she didn’t feel like it. She had just wanted to push a bit.
“Want to get a drink?” Azula asked. The question was sudden but she smoothed so easily into it that it was as though it were simply part of the flow of conversation to her.
“That sounds like a far better plan” she replied, grinning.
Good thing Azula had a fake ID. It had been one of the first things she’d gotten. It helped with the ‘club’ she’d found, too. Priss was probably too chickenshit for that club, though. “Well then. Lets take my car.”
Priss had her ID, too, of course. She grinned. “Well then. Let’s get out of here.” she pushed hair out of her eyes and gave the woman one of her cheerful smirks.
Azula nodded her head, turning to lead Priss out towards where her car was. It was a pearly white Mazda MX-5, with leather seats and the kind of stereo that was an audiophile’s wet dream. She unlocked it. The roof was already down.
Priss hopped on, carefully of course it wasn’t her car and she didn’t wanna scuff the nice leather. But she seemed more carefree outside than in, and well, she came alive under the sun. “Nice car” she said with a smirk. Priss had a bike, and a car for rainy days, but mainly a bike.
“It is.” Azula had the money to burn and a trust fund and everything associated with it. With both her parents gone it was up to her uncle and a few other people to keep her in line, and buying things helped.
“So, where are we headed?” she asked head tilted a bit. Priss had enough money for a nice house, and a nice bike, and her sound equipment, but generally she was an easy keeper and didn’t splurge much, or buy much at all. It wasn’t her thing.
“Depends on what kind of drink you want, and what kind of entertainment you want,” Azula replied. She leaned back in her seat to get more comfortable. “I’m open to suggestions.”
“Well, something hard would be nice. Interesting people would be best. Boring old bars don’t do it for me” she grinned widely at the girl.
“One thing I am never is boring,” Azula said haughtily, before she put the car into gear and floored it.
“Good boring is awful.” she said as she settled in for the drive. Priss usually wasn’t a social creature but sometimes she caved. And a drink sounded good.
“I promise you,” Azula said. “I will always be fun.”