Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-05-05 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aramis, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
You’ve got a knack for it, don’t you?
Who: Kitty and Aramis
What: Bar fights and chatting leads to drinks and other things
When: Mid April
Where: Around
Rating: Pg-13
Status: Complete
Thank god. She was back to normal and she never again wanted to be a teenager. It was more confusing than she’d remembered and she had forgotten how much it had all sucked. Youth was for the birds.
Making sure the twins were settled, she pulled on her costume. Black leather pants, a matching top that tied around the back of her neck and left her shoulders and most of her back bare. Her hair she tied back into a messy ponytail and the mask she wore obscured the top half of her face.
She hopped onto her motorcycle (which ran unusually silent) and decided to find herself some trouble.
Aramis never really consciously went looking for trouble, it just always seemed to find him in one way or another. Fortunately, for the most part, he was very good at getting out of it so it had never bothered him. Unfortunately, it seemed trouble was nowhere to be found when he most wanted it, and, in a fit of boredom, he was breaking his lent for the second time by having a cigarette outside of a bar. And here he thought Orange County was going to be always exciting.
And trouble just found Aramis, as a group of men were hassling a woman trying to walk down the street. There were four of them and one of her, and the poor girl was trying to not look as scared as she obviously was. Then suddenly, there were only three men, as the fourth got yanked through the cement by a hand coming up from below.
A figure rose out of the ground behind another man. It was a brunette woman wearing a mask, and she moved like the devil. Unfortunately, by the time the last man hit the pavement, a gang had come out of the bar to witness the event.
Kitty pushed at the other woman until she was running, then folded her arms as she got surrounded by men.
He had just been about to go help when he saw that the mysterious woman apparently had it all under control, at which point Aramis was absolutely more than fine with watching. However, when it became apparent that round two was about to begin, his chivalrous side kicked in. Flicking away his cigarette, Aramis ran a hand through his hair and walked over, an amused and almost embarrassed smile on his face.
“Honestly, I can’t let you out of my eyes for a second, can I?” he asked, his tone exasperated. He put an arm around the woman and looked around at the men. “I’m sorry - She just - Well, she’s one of those ‘free spirit’ types and I’m certain I hear sirens coming, so it’s better for all of us to just carry on. Isn’t that right, dear?” Aramis gives the woman a smile and nudges her, hoping to walk her away from the situation before it escalates beyond control.
"Oh? Oh, you can say that I enjoy a good workout. I got a little carried away," she batted her eyes at Aramis and hipchecked him as she slipped her arm around his back. He had a nice back, Kitty noted, rubbing at it lightly as they walked. There was a purr that fit her name as she added. "It wouldn't be a fair fight anyway."
“Yes, something gave me that distinct impression.” Aramis snorted a bit, amused, and once they were well enough away from the gathered crowd he raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m certain making scenes like that are frowned upon somewhere.”
She risked pulling her mask off and flashed him a grin. "I usually try to avoid the spotlight, if you catch my drift. But sometimes, you just need to act because there aren't enough people out there who will."
“Well, I’ll give you that one,” he replied, laughing as he shook his head. “So you were just being a good samaritan, is all, and I have no reason whatsoever to keep my eyes on you because you’re just helping. Glad we’ve cleared that up.”
“And you were just being kind, and I’ve got no reason to worry either, right?” Kitty smirked. Her blood was still rushing from the fight and from the danger, and she was wondering if she could find some more trouble to get into. “Though I’m a fan of trouble.”
“I’m hurt that anyone would even think they’d have cause to worry around me,” Aramis said, looking falsely offended. “Really, who isn’t a fan of it. I can see how it would suit you, though. You’ve got a knack for it, don’t you?”
"Founding member of the Dangerous Sports Club," she boasts, rapping her knuckled on her chest. "I discovered adrenaline rushes when I was fourteen and I haven't really looked back since. And since I've got a bit of a...justice streak, I like to find the right kind of target." It wasn't that she was a violent person (okay she could be sometimes), it was just that she thought some people deserved a whupping.
“I’ve always found that women with a certain affinity for danger are generally the best kind of women,” Aramis said. Of course he appreciated a proper lady as much as the next man, but a girl who liked to get her hands dirty wasn’t exactly irresistible. “I feel I ought to buy you a drink for your troubles.”
She clasped a hand onto his arm, leaning in and smiling up at him. "Now you're talking my language. I know a place with some excellent liqour depending on your taste. You kind of look like a whiskey man, but.."
“Am I so transparent,” he asked, heaving a dramatic sigh. “To be honest, I’m an everything man, but you’re right. Where is this excellent place of yours, then?”
“Everything man, huh?” Kitty laughed softly, then gestured with her shoulder. “Lucky for us it’s nearby. Just down the street, we passed it earlier. It’s called the Swamp. Drinks are better than the name. Promise. Best dive I was ever in was in London though. A place called the Crown.”
There might still be a framed ‘bathroom out of order’ sign above the bar. From the time she and Wisdom...ahem.
“I’ll try everything once to see if I like it, and usually I do.” Aramis gave her an amused look as he listened to her, then he laughed a little himself. “Well-travelled, too, I see,” he teased.
"I spent the years after I got out of college over there," she explained. She wasn't sure she could talk about dream stuff with him yet without being called crazy. "I graduated pretty early, so I wanted to have some of the experiences I denied myself."
“Fair enough. I nearly spent a few lucrative college years in France myself, but that didn’t work out. Alas, c’est la vie.” He shrugged. “Nothing wrong with making up for lost time.”
“That was the plan. See, life will kick you in the balls more often than not.” She punched her fist into her palm. “It’s taught me that when you have a chance to be happy, or to have fun, you have to grab it, because if you’re not fast enough it’ll turn to dust in your hands.”
“A girl after my own heart,” Aramis said, putting a hand on his heart. “The more we talk, the happier I am to have run into you. … By the way, I’m Aramis. I suppose if we’re drinking together we ought to know one another’s name.”
"Kitty," She replied, dropping her hands to her sides and hooking her thumbs into the black belt she wore with her outfit. There was an embossed black X on the buckle, raised slightly on a black field, and the way her top rose up to her neck and crossed the top of her chest also made a psuedo X-like shape, all in flat black to avoid reflection. “Glad I ran into you too, honestly. Don’t always meet people who can appreciate that sentiment.”
“Kitty,” Aramis repeated. He couldn’t help the amused sort of smirk that he got, because, in his mind, girs named Kitty always had something of a reputation. “You really don’t, do you? It’s too bad. Though I generally use it too often to excuse my behaviour. Life’s too short to be shameless and all.”
“As long as you’re generally not hurting people I don’t think we should have any shame at all,” Kitty shrugged her shoulders as they approached the bar. It looked a bit divey, but what mattered were the drinks and the company.
“Cheers to that.” He glanced at the bar as they walked inside. No, it certainly wasn’t chic at all, but he’d been in worse. And besides, he was never going to turn down a strong and beautiful woman for a couple of drinks. “In fact, first round’s on me.”
“Oh, now you’re just buttering me up, Aramis.” She flashed the man a grin, and slid onto a stool. “That’s the best kind of round.”
“Should I not be buttering you up?” Aramis gave her a slight smirk in return, and just to be cheeky ordered himself a whiskey, and told the bartender to make whatever the charming young woman next to him would like.
“Oh you can totally butter me up. Just gotta warn you I’m pretty slippery even without it.” She ordered a whiskey too, no ice, and spun around on her stool, ending with facing him.
He laughed and then snorted, then held out his glass to her. “Well, I’ll certainly keep that in mind,” Aramis said, amused. “To a hopefully slippery night ahead of us, then.”
Laughing, Kitty raised her glass. "I hope that's a promise."