Red lips black cape (red_lips) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-01 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), kate kane (batwoman) |
You're quite annoying when you take on that tone, and just slightly attractive
Who: Kate Kane and Emma Frost
What: Kate being a friend
When: mid-late August
Where: a bar
Status: complete
Kate had been watching the blonde woman all night. She was...exceptionally attractive as always and she kind of had a thing for blondes, but she was more worried that someone was going to take advantage of her. The blonde looked like she was drinking to forget, and Kate had never seen Emma drink like that before.
She intercepted a creep and sent him packing, before plopping down next to Emma. “What’s your poison, Ms. Frost?”
"I'm not sure I'm in the mood to entertain you right now, Ms. Kane," Came Emma's slightly slurred reply. She recognized the mental signature and the voice without even having to glance off to the side and see Kate sitting there.
The glass in her hand was empty, though it had been filled with a brown liquid a few seconds ago. She spun it in place on the bar with her thumb and forefinger, and let out a sigh. Perhaps she could at least milk Kate’s bank account, "Are you buying?"
Kate, of course, had no idea Emma was a telepath, so her thoughts weren't shielded. She was worried about Emma, and planning her patrol for later. She put a full glass next to her. "One more, but that's it. You're already plastered."
"I'll have you know I'm quite in control of myself and my faculties." Emma swayed a bit on her seat in the process of picking her hand up and pointing it in Kate's direction, but thankfully her dignity remained mostly intact. She didn't fall off of the thing.
"Everything is completely fine. All in order. As it should be. Nothing to report here, though you're hiding a few things, aren't you?"
Nevermind that being a telepath was currently her dirty secret, or that she'd just revealed it to Kate in the worst possible way, or even the fact that picking up people's thoughts like that was considered rude. Emma didn't really care. She did care about the new glass, which she clenched her hand around. Much like it was a life raft.
“You say as you sway.” She lifted up her drink and took a long sip of it. “Is it my demeanor? I’m planning on asking Elsa to marry me. I can probably barely keep it contained.” Emma’s words were odd, but Kate wasn’t looking to clearly.
"No, it's your brain thoughts." That was a professional term. Emma poked her own forehead and then pointed at Kate again, "I'm a telepath, you know. I can read your mind, daaarling. I can... and you're... engaging in some kind of..."
She wrinkled her brow as she searched for the word she wanted, "Tights wearing... shenanigans."
Kate furrowed up her brow, not liking what she was hearing. “Okay, what am I thinking of now?”
Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do
I have a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-dee
If you are wise, you'll listen to me
What do you get when you guzzle down sweets?
Eating as much as an elephant eats
What are you at getting terribly fat?
What do you think will come of that?
Emma furrowed her own brow as the song worked its way into her mind. It was maddening, that tune, because it was utterly ridiculous and sung by orange men with green hair who weren't even real. What business did oompa loompas have judging everyone else, anyway?
She squinted her eyes at Kate, "It's that bloody oompa loompa song... now it's going to be stuck in my mind all night."
She threw her head back and laughed. “Oh my god you’re really reading my mind! I’m so, so sorry for the crap you’re going to pick up.” She sobered a little. “But ixnay on the pandex-say?”
"Panda... what now?" Emma was too drunk to brain pig latin, and her scowl only deepened while she tried to figure out what Kate was trying to say. When it finally came to her, she laughed, "Why? It's not like you're going to keep that a secret for long. Not in this county."
“I mean the part where it’s actually me behind the mask. The mask part isn’t that secret.” Kate shrugged her shoulder, then took away Emma’s glass. “Okay maybe one more wasn’t the best idea. Do you want to talk about it?”
Emma's hand flailed in the air after the glass was pulled from her hand, and for a few moments the most forlorn expression swam across her face. Aside from Raven, she figured Liquor was her only friend. And honestly, she figured it was far less high maintenance than trying to keep up a friendship with a physical person.
"If I wanted to talk about it I'd be talking about it... and you're cruel. You're making off with my last good friend in the universe you know."
“You’ve got me, and I’m sure you’ve got other people.” She rested a hand on Emma’s shoulder. “I tried to lose myself in the bottle once. Nearly lost everything else in the process.”
"But how long will I have the rest of you when I'm living in a hovel somewhere?" Emma snorted and shook her head. She would have looked upon others with disdain for the level of self-pity she was currently wallowing in. The parts of her that cared about that were drowning in bourbon, and the rest of her was out of fucks to give about anything.
"No, don't bother answering that. You'll try to cheer me up with some sort of exhausting speech about how good friends get you through the hard times. I've been through plenty of hard times in my life already without any friends at all. I'm quite inconsolable and nothing will change my mind."
“Friends don’t always do shit for you,” Kate said. “None of mine stayed around after I got booted out of the army and the ones I made when I was pulling the heiress crap can’t be trusted with anything of value.” She finished Emma’s drink for her. “you’re coming home with me.”
A forlorn look spread across Emma's face as she watched Kate drain the glass that was supposed to be hers. As soon as she realised the shapes her face was making she tried to put her more withdrawn mask of a face back on. This wouldn't do, this baring of her soul in front of people like this.
Emma shook her head, "It won't even be any fun, since you're getting engaged to that weather woman with the frost issues. I'm going to go home to my own toilet, thank you very much."
“You’re coming to my toilet and I’m not taking no for an answer,” Kate said, taking Emma gently by the arm and pulling her up. “Then I’ll give you my hangover cure.”
It was completely undignified, but Emma fell against Kate the second she was off the stool. Her legs refused to do anything useful whatsoever, and that was a clear enough indication that she'd probably been sitting there drinking for a while.
The bartender's look of relief was an even clearer one. He'd been about to take the woman's car keys, assuming she had any.
"You're quite annoying when you take on that tone, and just slightly attractive..." Emma purred.
“Elsa will literally turn your heart to ice if you try anything,” Kate quipped, adjusting Emma so she could get her to her car. “And I’m afraid that’s a lot less fun than you make it out to be.”