Who: Bo & Kenzi What: Bo announces her engagement, and a blast from the comes past to hit her in the face - literally When: Early July after the demons Where: A bar, where boozing happens Rating/Warnings: Some violence and language Status: Complete!
Today was a good day. Though really each day since Lara had proposed had been good days. Bo was fairly certain she’d been grinning like an idiot ever since she’d said yes. Of course, the prospect of marriage was a frightening one, but she knew she loved Lara and that Lara loved her back. Hey, Lara liked her enough to put a ring on it, at least!
Kenzi had been the first person she’d told, though it had been by texts considering Bo had been far away from Orange County, and most civilization, at the time over the long American holiday weekend. What had begun as Bo simply wanting to take Lara away from as much of the firework noise as possible, considering loud noises like that triggered Lara’s PTSD, had turned into something far more than Bo had even imagined. A proposal had not been something she’d even dreamt of happening there, but it had and now Bo was happier than she’d ever been.
So of course came the time to gush at Kenzi over celebratory drinks. And she’d of course be asking her bestie to be her maid of honor. But first thing was first; gushing over the ring that Bo couldn’t stop looking at. So she arrived at the designated meeting place with a grin as bright as the bling on her finger. She walked inside and looked around for that familiar raven haired head her bestie sported.
Holy bitch-balls. Kenzi needed to see it to believe it and, sure, she knew Muscles had something planned but she didn’t think it’d be this soon. There were at times Bo - at least her dream counterpart - had a habit of, uh, sayyyy...jumping the gun? Going into things head first without a lot of evaluation? Out of the two, the human one carried the most skepticism which was a necessary foil to the succubus’ sometimes too trustworthy demeanor, but this was a different world. Different circumstances.
And as far as she could tell, Lara wasn’t anything like Dyson or Lauren. Kenzi had said her piece to the Brit, and Ms. Croft knew there’d be hell to pay in the form of raining cat piss and pipe bombs if she did anything to ever even hurt her bestie. As long as Bo was happy, then she approved.
Her attention had been glued to the door the entire time, awaiting the presence of the tall amazoness that was Bo the Succubus. Her arm shot in the air when she was spotted and with enthusiasm, the thief waved her down.
“Hey! Viagra on Legs! Over heeeere!”
Yes, Bo sometimes did things before thinking them through, but that tended to be more in relation to her dream self. Besides, long engagements existed, and it wasn’t like she was going to get married to Lara tomorrow. But she did absolutely love the idea of it. Lara had been incredibly romantic about it.
Bo was happy. Possibly crazy happy, but Lara was definitely nothing like Dyson or Lauren. Lara had never hurt her or played the game of hot-and-cold with her. Lara had been nothing but supportive, and had taken the succubus reveal in stride without even batting an eye at it. What was actually standing between Bo and marrying Lara were two things. One being those pesky issues with guilt, most of which seemed to be bleed over from her dream self (something she really hated because she’d never killed anyone yet felt guilt for Kyle). The other being the extremely deep-seated self-hatred she had. Much of it had been instilled by her adoptive parents in this life, and it had been compounded when she’d found out about being a succubus. Kenzi had seen the self-hatred in the dreams when Bo had let Thrasher beat her up, she’d seen the guilt over Kyle.
She had issues to work through, ones that wouldn’t go away overnight, but she wanted to do it. Especially if she was going to be Lara’s wife. She wanted to be a good wife. Though not like The Good Wife on television.
Seeing Kenzi, she grinned widely and practically bounded over to her bestie. “Hey bestie!” She gave Kenzi a hug in greeting. And, well, there was an expensive-looking ring on her finger.
Kenzi’s sharp eyes were trained to hone on expensive shiny things, all part of the thief role she filled in and holy immaculate balls of goddddd! The rock on Bo’s finger was pricy alright, and the blue Lara selected matches the shade that overtook the her bestie’s irises when going into suckyface mode. Good choice, Muscles, and after the embrace between the two ladies she just had to grab onto Bo’s hand to gawk at.
“Dude, niiiiiiiiiiiiice,” she admired, dropping her cute butt back on the barstool. Also because she needed to sit down and properly process that her best friend was on the road to marriage, and that was kind of a big, life-changing thing. “I can’t believe you’re - this is - guhhhhh, the words aren’t working for me right now.”
Bo was practically beaming with happiness from every orifice, and that was the important thing.
Lara certainly had excellent taste and made a good choice. Bo liked the blue, and had gotten the reference to the color of her eyes when her powers were activated. Sometimes she wasn’t certain that the proposal had actually happened, but she felt that was kind of normal. But she had to grin as Kenzi grabbed her hand to inspect the new bling she was sporting. It was significant considering she didn’t wear much in the jewelry department. Necklaces and earrings were the extent of it.
“Dude I can’t believe it either! I mean, it kinda feels like a dream.” She parked herself on the stool next to Kenzi. “I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since Lara proposed. Now if I could just have a nice heart-to-heart with my dream self to get her love life sorted, that’d be cool.” Bo was just happy that she didn’t have the same sort of problems her dream self did in the love department.
“Screw Dyson, and screw Lauren.” Wait. “I mean - metaphorically. Not literally, Wondersnatch.” Kenzi squished her cheeks, grinning ear to ear. “Don’t let random prophecies of the world’s end or your bad track with lurve take you away from this. Cuz, remember, nothing you can do about that craziness over there.” Focus on the now, work on this life - the one that mattered in the end.
Their lives were a different brand of complicated here but, in the scheme of things, a fuckton easier than it was over there. The thief flagged down the bartender for some celebratory cocktails - Kenzi would at least have one with her bestie, but she was still making strides on cutting back. “What’s the scoop, Bobo? Any plans made yet?”
Bo grinned, even through the cheek squishing. She did like seeing that Kenzi was happy about it, too. And she was also glad that Kenzi liked Lara. It made everything a hell of a lot easier. “I will do everything in my power to remember that. The dreams are what they are.” Even if she tended to not like them at all, save for the knowing Kenzi in them. But Dyson and Lauren just complicated everything and gave her a headache. And a broken heart.
There was definite need for celebratory cocktails. Bo hadn’t been good and drunk in a little while, despite the days where she really wanted to be stone dead drunk. “None yet. I want to take the engagement slowly. You know, plan things right, work personal shit out, that sort of thing. But I do know one thing! Would you be my maid of honor? You get to try on all sorts of amazing dresses and footwear, and I promise I won’t make you something with a shitton of ruffles and bows in an ugly color.”
The high-pitched sound coming from Kenzi’s throat was something not completely human, but was clearly something that was supposed to express excitement - like, legit, her face was the epitome of the omgyay abbreviation and she must be shitting exclamation points or something.
Then she reached over to grip Bo’s arms and sort of shake her, with so much yaaaay. “Never for, Bobacious, I won’t let you look like a hideous glop of wanna-be glamour on your big day! I will make lists, and appointments, and mow down every fucker that gets in the way of your nuptials.” It was like she was swearing herself in for some military service or whatever, but she’d take her job very, very seriously.
Bring on the drinks, though - Kenzi flagged the bartender over for some boozy things. “That’s a yes, by the way. Uh, duh.”
The noise Kenzi made only made Bo grin wider. At this point, Bo was relatively certain her face was either going to break from all the smiling she’d been doing, or freeze in a permanent smile. Though she hoped neither would actually happen because that wouldn’t be fun either way.
“I knew I could count on you.” Bo grinned. “This is entirely frightening yet exciting all at once.” Then it was Bo’s turn to make an inhuman sound of excitement. She even bounced a little bit on her stool, the ring glinting in the light of the bar. The succubus was definitely on cloud nine, and she seemed to have energy through the roof, like she’d sucked some poor unsuspecting fae dry of their chi.
Once they got boozy things, Bo took hers in hand and turned to Kenzi. “We totally need to make a toast. Oh, and you need to help ensure I don’t go all succubridezilla on everyone.”
“Ohhhh, sweet baby Bobana-nana,” she snickered, snatching up her fruity booze of the night - a classic tequila sunrise with a cherry, sweet but with a punch. “I’ll make a list to make sure you don’t lose your mind, and to make sure we don’t forget all the important tidbits. I vow to be your errand girl and threaten all those who won’t bargain at knife point.”
Though. Lara was loaded, apparently, so Kenzi didn’t think this celebration of marriage was lucking in the funding department.
A toast first, cups raising and hitting the other before she took a hefty sip from her straw. “Succubridezilla’s a term only used for you, though. You should feel loads special.”
Tonight’s cocktail of choice for Bo was a classic, and probably a cliché one considering her succubus nature, but it was her engagement, so screw anyone else for nay-saying the sex on the beach drink. “Thanks, Kenz. I’ll be sure to just point you at anyone who is driving me crazy or needs a stern talking to during this.”
Lara was way more than loaded. She’d have access to more if she’d actually take up her title and inheritance, but she was resisting that. Though even so, she still had money. Money that Bo didn’t exactly like Lara spending on her because she felt like she was leeching sometimes, but they’d come to a happy compromise for that.
And Bo would never, ever ask how much that engagement ring on her finger was. All she knew was that it was expensive.
“Oh believe me, I definitely feel special about that. Who knew that succubus could combine with so many different words to create new adjectives?” Bo said with a laugh. She raised her drink. “To happiness.” If it was possible, that smile widened further on her face.
“To happiness,” Kenzi concurred, a big believer in fighting for whatever made you happy - she’d given Bo a speech about it even, during the succubus’ struggle between who she wanted. Nerd with the cursed girlfriend or the wolf-man that had given up his love and went total dick mode (but holy balls, the wolf junk!). She was glad to see her bestie’s path paved to a happy ending look smooth, and much easier than what they experienced on the other side.
Life was pretty good right now. Knock on wood. “Mmmm,” she made a noise during her second sip of her drink, then abandoned the cup for the moment. “I gotta tell you about my date, by the way. You missed it. Demons attacked. I made a makeshift flamethrower and went Charizard on one while wearing diamond heels, you woulda been uber proud.”
To say that Bo was happy her path to happiness here was infinitely easier was an understatement. She had the succubus thing to deal with, lots of issues stemming both from that and what had happened between her and her parents, but the path to love had been easier. Lara was definitely a good person, far better than the stringing along her dream love interests tended to do. Seriously, how was Bo’s taste like ten times better in this life than it was in the dreams?
“Yes!” Bo agreed, sipping her drink and listening intently to Kenzi. “Makeshift flamethrower? Now that must’ve been awesome, frying those demons. And you gotta tell me more about your guy.” That may have been a leading statement, but Bo could see that aura around Kenzi, and she well knew what attraction and love and so forth looked like within said aura. While she may know the answer to a question she hadn’t asked yet, she just wanted to see Kenzi light up. Both literally and figuratively.
Oh, yeaaaaah. Talk about a date involving demons should probably eventually segue into who she had a date with. Kenzi’s lips pursed a bit bashfully, scratching the back of her ear as her eyes did the this awkward-shifty thing. “He’s been a buddy for a while,” she explained. “I met him on the internet. Like, way before we came here - he helped me clean an old flame’s bank dry.” Technically speaking, a debt was still owed to Massimo (the old flame she alluded to, mommy issues galore) but what could he do broke? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.
“Let’s just say he’s really good with computers. Really good.” A hacker, technically, one of the best world-wide and if he wasn’t careful, one of the most fucked with how many networks he’s illegally breached but Kenzi didn’t want to say that dirty little secret out loud. “Birkhoff’s a hermit but one day I’ll introduce you. We’re taking it easy, y’know? Slow is good for me. Slow is best for me.”
This thief was ever cautious about her heart - she wasn’t as open to things like Bo was, but she trusted Birkhoff. That accounted for a lot in her book.
Knowing who Kenzi’s date was was definitely an important part. Bo wanted to know who to keep an eye on. After all, she was as protective of Kenzi as Kenzi was of her. She knew Kenzi was more closed off when it came to romance, that it took her a while to really open up, but she did have a squishy heart underneath it all, and if someone broke it after Kenzi opened up? Bo would reign succubus hellfire down upon their ass.
As Kenzi spoke, Bo’s grin only grew wider, and perhaps turned into a bit more of a smirk. Because she saw that aura around Kenzi, and all the telltale signs in Kenzi’s body language that said she was smitten. She reached out and set a hand on Kenzi’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.
“Hey, you take things at the pace you want to. All that matters is that you’re happy. But I totes want to meet him whenever he’s up for it. I promise not to scare him.” She grinned. “So what’s this genius computer guy’s name? Sounds like he’s really good with his hands, at least.” Yeah, she couldn’t help that comment. She almost laughed, but managed to bite it back. She also fully expected Kenzi to smack her, but she totally just did it for the reaction.
Ugh, yesssss, she was smitten! And maybe a little shy about it, sort of, but that’s what happened when something good came along? The ‘this might be too good to be true’ feeling following the whole ‘how do I not mess this up.’ Kenzi did get the cajones to plant a big fat smooch on his scruffy face during the height of demon slaughter, so. Points for dating bravery.
“Birkhoff,” she smirked, absent-mindedly reaching up her sleeve to scratch at her right arm. It was itchy, a bit inflamed lately - probably from all the hopping into shrubs to catch Pokemon from the Pokemon Go app on her phone. “He’s on the network. Doesn’t post too much but he’s around, you’ll catch him.”
That was certainly enlightening. Bo studied Kenzi’s aura a few moments longer, smirking a bit as what she saw there was confirmed by how Kenzi responded. Sometimes seeing auras could be annoying, especially when the colors could distract from listening to who she was talking to. Other times, it was fascinating, and a window into the other person.
“Perhaps I will. Is he like a rare Pokemon?” Bo teased, unable to help it. She noticed the scratching but didn’t think anything of it. She just sipped her drink. She had resisted the Pokemon Go thing for the moment, but perhaps she’d poke around with it in the near future.
“You’ll be more likely to run into him online than in person, so…” A squint for thought. “Yep. Sounds about right. I usually go to his place but I’ve been able to drag him around for social activity once or twice.” Usually in regards to food, but most of the time they remained indoors for video game purposes - and she also guessed it’d be better for any potential ‘alone time’ moments.
Less risk of her brother walking in on his sister getting ravished. Yeah, awkward.
Kenzi let up on the skin scratching before her nails caused some bleeding because ow, fucker, and then chewed her straw in thought. “He’s kinda like Nate in the laidback part. Less vulnerable to weird things, though - he dreams about being part of a top-secret government black-ops program that turns criminals into agents, and he’s like, their lead computer tech guy. And trust me when I say that sort of smarts already existed here. Probably knows more now.”
Bo grinned a bit. “I hereby swear that I will behave and not frighten him. Beyond the obvious needing him to know that if he hurts you, he has to deal with me.” It’s what they did for each other. Bo was rather certain Kenzi had had that talk with Lara, and Bo would have that talk with Birkhoff. No one wanted to deal with a pissed off succubus, and she took offense when those she loved were hurt.
Sipping her drink, Bo shifted on her stool a bit, an easy smile on her face. “So he’s basically a huge genius with more hacking knowledge than you have. I can totally see why you like him.” He clearly was on the less-than-legal side of things, and that was Kenzi’s style. “But wow, black-ops program in his dreams? That’s some pretty heavy shit.”
Though suddenly Bo got the feeling that she was being watched. Not turning away from Kenzi, she slid her gaze across the people in the bar. She then backtracked and her gaze rested on a guy and a girl sitting off by the window. The guy was basically staring at her and all the color drained out of Bo’s face. The warmth, joy and amusement that had been in her expression moments before gave way to complete and utter fear. “Shit,” she muttered. “We gotta get out of here. Now.” She said, downing the rest of her drink in one gulp.
“Waaaaaaaaaay up my level, my stuff is basic child’s play compared to -” Blink. Bliiiiiiiiiiink. Well, the tone of the conversation somehow drastically changed and Kenzi didn’t know why, but Bo’s entire demeanor changed. It set off, neon-colored flags of ‘uh-oh.’
Down the hatch went the rest of her sweet cocktail, gulpgulpgulp, and she slapped down enough cash to cover the costs and tip (she was the one treating but, damn, she needed to find a bartender to sucker up for free boozing). “Okay, let’s jet, but whatever’s going on I want the deets, got it?”
Kenzi wouldn’t question. Kenzi would just do. She trusted Bo when orders were barked.
Bo would rather sit there and hear Kenzi gush about Birkhoff, but she wasn’t about to stay there when a blast from her past decided to just show up out of nowhere. How had they found her? Had she stayed in one place too long or something? Whatever it was, she wanted to get away from there. That flight instinct was trying to kick in, but she wasn’t going to just run off without warning. No, she needed to make certain she lost them if they tried to follow her before going back home.
And then suggesting she and Lara get the hell out of dodge for a while. Or something. She hadn’t gotten that far in her plan, she was just heading for the door and formulating her escape plan.
“I think I told you about a guy that I beat within an inch of his life? Well. He’s here. And apparently with an ex-girlfriend of mine in tow.” She explained quickly. “We need to get out of here and ensure that they don’t follow us.” Bo was far more worried about the guy than she was the girl. Bo turned down the alley next to the place, going for an end around type of escape route. Except for the fact that the guy she was kind of sort of running from stepped into the alley ahead of her and Kenzi, and the girl was behind them.
“You’re a very difficult person to find, Bo. I’ve been wanting to repay you for what you did to me.” The guy said.
And Bo being Bo, stepped towards him, moving instinctively and protectively in front of Kenzi. “You want me? I’m right here, but leave my friend out of this.” That bleeding heart hero who would protect her friends at all costs was showing. As was the guilt she felt over what she’d done to this guy. But he clearly wanted a fight, and she and Kenzi were kind of trapped. So it was a fight that was going to happen.
Oh. Oh. Sweet baby Jesus, talk about unwanted blast from the past. Kenzi was aware of the potential mess this could create and alright, all on aboard on the getting-the-fuck-out-of-here-train. “Ew,” she mumbled under her breath. “Sloppy seconds, much?”
How classy for the both of them. And as much maneuvering as they’ve done, it didn’t stop them from crossing paths and there they were, at an awkward confrontation with a super-douche and his bag of ho.
“Uhhhh,” Kenzi stepped up next to Bo, thanks. This wasn’t some kind of fae she needed protection from - this was human versus human (or, well, Bo was the only odd element in this equation) and she could deal with human just fine. “Okay, creepers, doing this is in an alley’s so not the way to go and you really, really don’t want to test us. Mainly her, but I will also find a way to help make sure you both come out of here castrated.”
Yeah, no one was trying to face down her bestie without her saying something about it.
This was one of the messes Bo had left behind her in her run-away-from-everything state she’d been in. Luckily, this was the worst thing she was running from. She was glad she hadn’t actually killed him, but she wasn’t so certain that he didn’t want to kill her.
“An alley’s the perfect place to do this. After all, that’s where this bitch did it to me a few years back. Gave me a couple ugly scars that I want to return.”
This was not what she needed right now. After the high she’d been on, something clearly just had to come along and pull her back down.
“Hey, she’s got some nice bling on her finger. Seems the whore found herself a sugar daddy. Or is it a sugar mama?” The ex-girlfriend chimed. Bo clenched her jaw, and her fists, and she didn’t let her gaze waver from the guy. Though the word whore did hit a chord within her, a bad one that set off a chain reaction within her.
And without further ado, the guy came at Bo with fists. She blocked and returned punches, one connecting with his jaw. And then his fist connected with her cheekbone.
Oh, what the heeeeell. This was happening. This was really happening - a cliche alley brawl except for the fact that it wasn’t funny in the slightest, and it was her bestie the douchenozzle was going at. Kenzi jolted back against the brick wall before ‘friendly fire’ became her reality, black-lined arctic eyes.
“Hey! Quit it! What the shit, dude, stop!” Bo could succubust him, right? Neutralize him, maybe, leave him on the ground so they could jet but she also knew she was a little hesitant to go all sucky-face in case control was an issue, but damn. “You mess up her face permanently and I’ll--I’ll mess up yours!”
This fight could be over by now. It could’ve been over before it even started if Bo had suckyfaced the guy. But she wasn’t going to do that. These two people weren’t Dreamers, or at least she seriously hoped they weren’t, and she wasn’t going to give them fodder for a tall tale. Not to mention she couldn’t chi suck them both at once without going all SuperSuccubus and that was something she was afraid of because she couldn’t control it, and it felt evil to her. She wasn’t about to risk it.
Bo traded punches with the guy, but she wasn’t trying to hurt him. She was throwing only enough punches to try and push him back, find an opening where she could knock him down, grab Kenzi, and make a break for it. She didn’t want to fight him, she wanted to run. Especially as images from when she’d beaten him up before flashed back through her head. Another punch landed to her jaw, her head snapping to the side fast enough that stars briefly flooded her vision and she staggered two steps backwards.
“You don’t have nearly as much fight to you as you did a few years ago.” The guy taunted. “Don’t you want to take a rebar to me again?” He took the opening and suckerpunched her in the stomach, and Bo doubled over long enough for the guy to pull out a weapon. A rebar. “Oh wait, no. I want to take a rebar to you.”
Standing back up straight, Bo looked at him, then at the rebar, and that was when she decided to stop fighting. The guilt she felt for what she’d done to him gripped her tightly, and she knew she deserved whatever he had to give her. She forgot that Kenzi was there (her mind wasn’t exactly completely in the present moment), and just like in that cage fight with Thrasher, Bo lowered her fists.
And the rebar slammed into the side of her head and she crumpled to the ground, though she was still conscious. Albeit extremely dazed and out of it.
Oh, crap on a crucifix - she was not doing what she thought she was doing, was she? Kenzi knew what this was; crippling guilt both new and old that tore down Bo’s fighting spirit and convinced her that she deserved this and thensome. How anyone could willingly take a beating was beyond her comprehension but there was no way she was going to stand idle and just watch this unfold with a bucket of popcorn.
Like a spider monkey flinging in the air, Kenzi impressively lept onto the back of that fucker and coiled her arms around his neck tight. “Bo, now is NOT the time to let this guilt trip get you down! Don’t let this loser get to you, fight back!”
Or hell, she’d fight for her. Maybe not win with one against two (since the ho was around somewhere), but she’d claw eyes out and punch tits if she had to.
It was definitely some crippling guilt. It made perfect sense in Bo’s mind. She’d beaten this man before, she deserved it in return. She believed she deserved to be punished for what she’d done to him. Though to any who were thinking logically, Bo tormenting herself for it had been punishment enough. But as it was, they were here now, and Bo was on the ground.
As Kenzi leapt on the guy, he focused his attention on her, trying to get her off of him and dropping the rebar in the process. The woman leapt into the fray as well, trying to pull Kenzi off of the guy.
While that was happening, Bo was trying to get her senses back. She heard Kenzi, but only barely. There was a ringing in her ears and an intense pain in her head where the rebar had connected. Placing a hand there, she pulled it away to see some blood there. She blinked several times as she rolled onto her side slowly. She saw Kenzi was in trouble, and that’s when she kicked back into gear.
Well, moreso her succubus powers did. Bo clambered to her feet, grabbing hold of the woman and pulling her back, then she grabbed the rebar and hit the guy in the midsection, causing him to double over. Bo’s eyes were glowing an intense blue, something the woman noticed.
“What the fuck?!” The woman exclaimed. Bo grabbed the guy by the chin, giving Kenzi a chance to get off of him. She was hungry and probably needed to heal, but she maintained control and didn’t feed from the guy.
“You leave my friend alone. Got it?” She instructed, the guy seemingly scared shitless by the fact Bo’s eyes were blue.
Super Succubus Powers, activated! Good timing, too, the sloppy leftovers that were Bo’s ex-girlfriend was a scrappy one but during the entire kerfluffle, Kenzi’s chokehold on the guy never wavered. Not until the bestie came into the picture in her blue-eyed fury and when she took over, she hopped off the dude.
Immediately her hand fished into the purse strapped across her person and out came a switchblade, the steel point flipped and exposed. That was pointed over at the woman. “That goes for you too, skankass,” she hissed, icy stare fierce and narrow. “Come back around these parts again and I’m stabbing you right in the nips.”
Bo kept hold of the guy’s jaw, glaring at him harshly, blue eyes seemingly blazing. “Get out of here and if you show your face back here again, I’ll make you wish you’d never come here.” She then shoved the guy back, and he couldn’t scramble out of there fast enough. The sloppy leftovers scrambled after him, not wanting to mess with whatever the hell had just happened.
Bo’s eyes shifted back to their normal brown and she wavered on her feet, slumping against the wall of a building. “Shit,” she muttered as the world seemed to spin a bit. Her head was hurting, and she didn’t know if she could walk on her own without looking drunk. She pressed a hand to the wound on her head and hissed in pain. It was already starting to swell a bit in addition to it bleeding. She either needed a doctor or to heal before things got worse.
Bye Felicias. Kenzi didn’t let down the knife until they were out of sight, and she retracted it so it could be (safely) stuck back into her little purse. “Hey there, Succuchamp,” she whispered, immediately coming to her side. An arm of Bo’s went around her shoulders to be her human crutch and keep her stabilized. “It’s cool, I’ve got ya - I can take you to the sugar mama for some healing banging. You do know if you let that loser beat you down there would be no wedding, right?”
Maybe once the ‘what the shit’ part of the night was over she’d make Bo promise to not let herself get into a situation like that ever again - fight ‘til the end, come back home alive. Kenzi didn’t care what she had to do for that to happen.
Bo leaned heavily on Kenzi and she closed her eyes, trying to force the loss of balance feeling to stop. It didn’t really work, but at least Kenzi had a hold of her. Her mind was a bit clouded, her injury catching up with her and mixing in with the adrenaline from the fight. The confusion was why she didn’t protest being taken back to Lara for healing.
“I’m sorry, Kenz,” she said at some point along the way. This was not how she wanted the night to go. In fact, this was the exact opposite of what tonight was supposed to be. They were supposed to be having a night of fun, not a night of Bo’s past rearing it’s ugly head and bringing Bo’s guilt issues to the surface.
“Heyhey, don’t get down on yourself now,” she soothed, maneuvering her out the alley they’d been in and into the more public streets. Stares were sent their way but she ignored them, and soon enough they were brought to her rusty coupe Charger - it made a lot of funny noises but got her from Point A to Point B, so. “Let’s just get you some bed action, you will feel tons better, and nothing is going to ruin the fact that your amazoness booty is gonna get hitched.”
Carefully, Kenzi helped Bo into the vehicle.
It was a bit late for not getting down on herself. That was a blast from the past she hadn’t needed. None of them had needed it. She was glad Lara hadn’t been here as well to witness the whole letting herself take a beating thing. It would be hard enough explaining it to Lara. And for some reason she thought Lara would be mad at her for giving up.
“I hope not,” she said as she got in the car. She was kind of slouched in the seat, but she was in the car. She felt like she was going to faint, but she tried to stay awake. Though it’d be better if the pain in her head could just stop for a second. “You aren’t hurt, are you?”
Was Kenzi hurt? Hah. “Bitch, I’m fabulous,” was her response, flipping her luxurious raven hair over her shoulder with a dramatic flair once she scooted into the driver’s seat. If Bo hadn’t intervened when she did it probably would have been a much different story, but the encounter didn’t rattle her as much as it would for most - it wasn’t her first sketchy back alley confrontation, but the rest never had a succubus ready to chi-suck the life outta the culprits.
Before revving up the car she made sure Bo was buckled in first - for safety, because she was ever so the mother when it came to attending her bestie’s well-being - and then reached into her glove compartment, pulling out a couple napkins stored away from fastfoot excursions. “Soak up any blood with this, honeybunches. I’m about to pedal us pretty fast to Muscles, alright? Stay conscious. You’re going to be okay, I promise.”
“Good,” she responded. Normally Bo would be more enthusiastic, but she was currently a bit down for the count at the moment. Her head was hurting and she wasn’t completely with it. There was confusion and the headache that radiated in her head. She was definitely in need of heal-banging, but she was potentially going to fight Lara about it. That whole guilt thing was still holding strong underneath the pain she was currently in.
“Okay. I’ll try.” She did manage to stay conscious, though her eyes were unfocused. She took the napkins and held them to her head, ow’ing at the pain from pressure, but she did what she could to try and slow the bleeding. It stung like hell, and she could feel the area was starting to swell. If anything, the shot of pain did make her a bit more lucid. “This was not how tonight was supposed to go,” she muttered a bit, hissing again as she shifted the napkins against her head. At least she wasn’t gushing blood from the wound? But even so, it was still enough blood to be a nuisance.
“Definitely not the way an announcement of upcoming nuptials usually ends...” she trailed off, turning the key into the ignition and under the hood of the car, the engine rooooooared, the body of vehicle trembling for 1.5 seconds before it settled. “I’d say if it were under different circumstances it kinda makes life a little exciting??”
If it wasn’t a ghost from Bobo’s past pulling on the guilt strings then, suuuure, but the whole thing probably (as in definitely’s more like it) had her a bit shaken up and wonky in the head with an influx of feelings, “Sit back, cutie pie, and enjoy the ride.”
Because that’s when Kenzi’s fantabulous boot hit the acceleration pedal and vrooooooooooooooom went the car, headed for the mansion that held the key to Bo’s healing: her fiance.