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Who: Yang and Callisto
What: Dancing and violence
When: Recently
Where: A club and then later a bar
status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for violence



Callisto didn’t quite know why she’d opted for dancing as opposed to the suggesting of beating people up. Was it because she was suddenly feeling more vulnerable now? Or was it the angel persona creeping into her and mellowing her out? It was probably more the former, and she felt like losing herself in a loud club. She had no thoughts of what may come after the dancing, she just needed release and to get out of herself for a while.


While she hated a lot of things, feeling vulnerable was at the top of the list.


But she managed to find an outfit that was less biker chick and more club chic. Black skin tight pants, red halter top, and she’d even gone to get a pair of heels. Heels that she didn’t let Xena see because she didn’t want to deal with the questions. Callisto had brushed her hair out, but left it long, and she waited outside the club for Yang to arrive. Of course, the halter top put several of her tattoos on display, not that she cared about hiding them. She was thinking of getting new ink as well.


Yang hadn’t known what had gotten into her. Well, maybe she did. She’d seen more skin walking in on her friends than she’d had, like ever. Callisto had been the first person she’d thought to call, but she also didn’t have as many friends as she’d like.


She needed to get out. Needed to work through a lot of built up energy. Yang didn’t know if maybe she could pick someone up, a lot of people found the whole fake arm thing gross and she had to pick out an outfit with that in mind. She ended up in a super short black skirt, the kind of tight skirt that it’s a miracle someone could dance in. With silver heels, and a black wrap top that barely contained her breasts (they were her greatest weapon and she knew it) and had long sleeves so she could wrap one around her stump.


Getting out of a cab, Yang looked around for the other statuesque blonde, and found herself staring. Red and black were definitely Callisto’s colors, the heels were unexpected and the tattoos were incredibly sexy.


Fuck. “Hey there, did you wait too long?”


Callisto was having a silent crisis lately. She was definitely losing her powers, and it was bothering her intensely. Hopefully getting lost in the music would help. It would probably be easier to just go on a killing spree, to let her emotions out viscerally. Yet here she was at a club. Maybe she could actually get drunk and have a good time to take the edge off. And at least in a club, she could scream and no one would think anything other than she was having a good time.


Spotting Yang, she noticed that short skirt and wondered how she’d be able to dance in it. The heels were unexpected, but she couldn’t exactly wear her normal boots with an outfit like this. So heels it was.


“No, I just got here a couple minutes ago.” In Yang’s favor, Callisto didn’t mind the fake arm or the stump. She’d cut off enough limbs in her dreams to not be phased by such things.


Yang could dance in the short skirt, the skirt was more or less a big flashing sign begging people to look at her. “That’s good. Hate to keep you waiting.” Yang gestured at the gathered crowd, then grabbed Callisto’s hand to pull her towards the door, where she flashed some cleavage and got them inside way ahead of the line.


She had to smirk a bit at the cleavage. She let Yang’s cleavage do the talking. While she had ample cleavage of her own, Yang’s was far more mesmerizing. Callisto followed after Yang, the beat of the music pulsing through her. “Drinks or dancing first?” She asked.


“One drink, then dancing,” Yang told her. She couldn’t exactly shove people aside without and arm, but the force of her personality and the subtle glowing her her hair helped clear a path to the bar. Yang was determined to keep her mood up. As long as there weren’t any super loud bangs she’d probably be fine. She waggled her eyebrows. “One strawberry sunrise and an orgasm for my friend here.”


“Shouldn’t that be your job?” the bartender shot back, and Yang sputtered.


Drink first was fine with her. Callisto followed along to the bar. She gave Yang a slight look, then eyed the bartender at the retort. This wasn’t the best topic for her to discuss freely. “Why don’t you do what the lady says?” It was about the best she could do without any alcohol in her system.


The bartender held up his hands in surrender, then mixed the drinks. Yang picked hers up. She remembered how hard it had been at first, adjusting to using what had been her off hand. It had always felt weak wrapping around anything, but now it was better. “I need to work on my jokes more.”


Callisto took her own drink in hand. Such drinks weren’t exactly her cup of tea, but she’d drink it. Maybe it could give her a buzz or something for once. She somewhat missed having alcohol affect her. “Maybe more your follow up to your jokes,” Callisto lightly teased.


“Maybe! Next drink you can be the one to surprise me.” Yang winked at her, and sipped at hers as she turned and leaned back against the bar. Speaking of surprises. “I love your top, and your shoes. A night like tonight can be very heeling.”


“I’ll do my best,” she responded. Callisto eyed Yang when she made that pun, but she did manage to laugh. “Nice one,” she commented before sipping her drink. “But thank you. I haven’t worn heels in years.” Specifically not since her family died. “Besides, my normal boots wouldn’t exactly look right with a clubbing outfit.”


“I try.” Yang winked, her drink disappearing rather quickly. She eyed Callisto’s feet. They were about the same height, though Callisto’s heels were taller and so that gave her a little of an edge tonight. Yang didn’t mind, though she’d discovered that a lot of guys don’t like taller women. She was glad she wasn’t as tall as Pyrrha. She wondered if Callisto had painted those pants on.


Callisto was indifferent on whether people liked her not. She didn’t exactly have a stellar personality, and she was exceedingly violent, she didn’t expect anyone to take a shine to her. Not to mention all the baggage she brought with her. She tossed the rest of her drink back, eyeing Yang. “You ready to dance?”


“I’m ready if you are,” Yang replied, as though accepting a challenge. Whether Callisto meant with her or not it didn’t really matter. Yang was here to have fun and forget, and there was a throng of people throwing off energy that she wanted to absorb like a succubus.


Still, she hoped Callisto meant with her. Even if just once.


“I’m ready,” she responded. Callisto was assuming they were going to dance together. So she made her way to the dance floor, taking Yang’s hand as she made her way through the crowd to find a spot there. She nudged her way in and started moving to the beat of the music.


Somewhere, a succubus’ ears were burning. And Bo was also glad she wasn’t in the middle of that lest she go on succubus overdrive.


Yang could work with this. She lifted her hand over her head and moved her hips in a slow circle as the music started to pick up. And just like that she forgot all the things that were bothering her. Closing her eyes, she let herself get lost in the music and the press of bodies around them, and one particular body that was very close.


Just like Yang, Callisto quickly lost herself in the music. Luckily she wasn’t claustrophobic or anything of the sort, so the press of bodies didn’t bother her. The only thing that would bother her would be someone touching her ass or something without her permission. She could forgive the bumps that came with a crowded dance floor. It was the pointed, repeated touching she took offense to. However, Yang was exempt from that considering they’d come there together. And Callisto liked her. She threw her hair around as she danced close to Yang. While it had been tamed before, it was going to be an unruly golden mane by the time she was done here.


Someone bumped into Yang, and she bumped into Callisto and kept dancing against her. She turned around, twisting in Callisto’s arms. Yang finished her twirl by threading her arm around Callisto’s waist and grinding their hips together.


Instinctively, she caught Yang when she got bumped into her. She watched as Yang twirled in her arms, then went back to dancing. She kept one arm around Yang as their hips ground together. This was certainly a situation she hadn’t really been in before. She didn’t exactly dance at clubs much. She tended to be the one picking fights in bars and alleys as opposed to losing herself on a dance floor. Luckily, the warrior instincts somewhat helped in the dancing department. She was light on her feet at least.


Warrior instincts and balance probably helped with the heels they were both wearing. Grinning, Yang wriggled her shoulders and body, purple eyes flashing. She could tell Callisto was amateur. “You’ve never done this before have you?”


Not for the first time that night, Callisto was glad for her excellent sense of balance. At the question, she shook her head. “No. I tend to pick fights instead of being on a dance floor.” She still didn’t really know why she’d opted for the dancing as opposed to the fighting tonight, but here she was.


Yang wondered the same thing, but she wasn’t really complaining. She had been in the mood to extend some energy. Moving her arm over Callisto’s shoulder, Yang replied, “There’s a lotta ways to work out.”


“Yeah there are. I’m kinda a one trick pony mostly.” Or at least that’s what she thought. Maybe Yang thought this could do well to be another trick she could turn to when she needed to expend some energy. “I’m just generally an angry person and tend to prefer using my fists than doing other things.”


“Bein’ angry all the time is easy. I got a temper. It’s harder to feel other things.” Especially when depressed. “But a friend once showed me that it’s worth having more than one outlet, yanno?” Yang had ended up practically plastered against Callisto as they continued to move with the music, but she had already figured on Callisto as being a little dense at best.


“Emotions aren’t easy for me to feel. I suppose you could say I was emotionally cauterized several years ago.” Callisto knew that was a horrible joke about the trauma she’d suffered, but it was true. She hadn’t felt much of anything other than anger since her parents had died. It took a lot to get other feelings to take root within her. It had taken a while for her love for Xena to grow, but it had. Now that, too, had been cauterized. “Perhaps there is, but nothing else has really stuck with me yet.”


There was a pun there, Yang was entirely sure of that but wanted Callisto to reveal the truth behind it in her own time. It was a technique that worked with her sister and her teammates a lot of the time. She seemed a little more serious, if a little out of breath. “And here I was gonna call you emotionally constipated.” She winked. “If you don’t try different things you’ll never find out what works and what doesn’t.”


She was going to need a cold shower tonight. Yang realized she couldn’t leave Callisto to go find a hook up. Not that she was the kind of person to do that anyway, she was kind of a virgin and all, but she’d been considering it for weeks. It was obvious that Callisto wouldn’t hook up with a random stranger either, and as much as Yang was attracted to her she wanted Callisto to make any moves or decisions. Maybe she could get cuddles out of her at least.


Yang wouldn’t tell.


It was a truth that Callisto didn’t always reveal easily. Sure she’d mentioned it on the network to someone once, but it had been in a conversation that led to it easily. Plus typing something up on a computer screen was far easier than saying it out loud. At least if she ever actually started dating someone, they never had to go through the awkward portion of meeting her parents. “You sound just like Xena.” Callisto wasn’t certain if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Possibly a bad thing considering she knew Xena wanted her to be a better person, to redeem herself, but Callisto didn’t want to be redeemed. And she wasn’t a good person. She was chaos, pure and simple.


Callisto honestly wouldn’t have minded if Yang wanted to find someone else to hook up with. She didn’t have it in her to give her that tonight. It was just how she was with her asexuality. She was certain the dreams had shifted her sexuality that way. But for now, she just kept dancing, body rubbing against Yang’s.


“That doesn’t sound like it’s completely a good thing,” Yang murmured, slightly distracted by how toned and firm Callisto felt against her. “I more mean it’s..good to have multiple things in case you don’t feel like your main thing.”


She shrugged a shoulder. “I typically go for beating people up, getting drunk or taking long rides on my bike. Either of those tend to work.” Except she hadn’t been able to get drunk lately, so that had taken that off the list.


“I miss my bike.” Yang waggled her stump. “I don’t know if I can even ride like this. I haven’t tried.” She was afraid. Afraid of a lot of things. Of pushing herself and finding herself wanting. “I figure my balance is fucked up.”


Her other hand had dropped from Callisto’s shoulder and was dangerously close to a leather clad behind, though.


“Where there is a will, there is a way.” Callisto could tell her about Xena’s recent trial of having been paralyzed, but she didn’t think it was her business to talk about that. So she didn’t. “You could try the so-called baby steps. Like try riding a bicycle first or something. I don’t know, I’m not very good with advice.”


She felt where Yang’s hand went, but didn’t really do anything about it or in reaction to it. She was mostly just waiting to see where it went next before reacting.


Her thumb trailed along Callisto’s waistband. “A bike sounds kinda lame, but less lame than like a scooter.” Her sister rode a scooter. Yang wouldn’t ride a scooter, like ever.


“It was just a thought.” A bicycle would possibly hurt less if Yang found out her balance was way off, but it was definitely lame when compared to a motorcycle. Callisto was also a bit hyper-aware of where that thumb was going.


“I’ll think about it. Babysteps.” Yang made a face at the very thought. Her hand was doing a different kind of babysteps. Pushing boundaries, trying to find where Callisto’s limit was. She could blame the drink. She could probably use another one right now.


Callisto had never been injured the way Yang was, so she couldn’t empathize. She also wasn’t much for empathy in general. Again she had to wonder why Xena liked her when she was basically a ball of anger and little else. But the baby steps that Yang’s hand was taking were stopped as Callisto reached back and pushed Yang’s hand back up and away from her ass. She wasn’t ready to go there yet.


“Sorry,” Yang mumbled. She darted her eyes towards the bar. “Want another drink? I’m parched.” Callisto hadn’t jerked away or anything, so she wasn’t all that sorry.


“Sure,” she responded. Might as well see if her alcohol tolerance was diminishing with her other god powers. Callisto was feeling weaker as the days went by, and she really didn’t like that. Slipping off the dance floor, she headed back towards the bar, her next drink already in mind. “What do you say to doing some shots?”


“Deal.” There was fire in Yang’s eyes for a brief moment, almost literally. She was taking it like a challenge! Following Callisto, she ignored a couple of cat-calls. They were probably directed at the woman who was whole anyway.


Likewise, Callisto ignored the cat-calls, assuming they were for Yang with the ample bosom. “Tequila or vodka?” She asked, not particularly having a care for which one they drank. Either would get her drunk, if she could get drunk.


“You can taste tequila so lets go with that,” Yang responded. Vodka shots were dangerous, but then so was tequila. She’d rather taste it, at least. Yang hopped onto a stool and leaned on the bar.


Callisto took the stool beside Yang and got the bartender’s attention. “Two shot glasses and tequila.” She ordered. This could certainly get dangerous, but Callisto lived in a world of danger. The world wasn’t right if she wasn’t playing with fire in some respect.


Yang bumped elbows with Callisto and waggled her eyebrows. "I did shots once with a couple friends when I was sixteen, I woke up in the garden without any pants. It knocked my socks off!"


She had to laugh at that. “That’s definitely one way to get introduced to taking shots. Clearly it didn’t deter you from doing shots forever.” Once they had their shot glasses and the tequila, she took her shot in hand. “Bottom’s up?”


"My uncle Qrow is a bad influence." Yang held up her shot in toast, then knocked it back. It burned going down, but to her credit she didn't cough or groan. But damn.


Callisto knocked her shot back, loving the burn as it went down. She also didn’t cough or groan, having long become accustomed to it. “Bad influences can sometimes be the most fun ones.”


"He always smells like he's been drinking but he never acts drunk. He encouraged us to step out of our comfort zone." Yang poured them another shot. "Taught my sister how to use a scythe in my dreams. She built it herself. Turned into a sniper rifle too."


“Ah, he’s one of those.” That was probably what Callisto had been like lately when she’d been drinking. “A scythe that turns into a sniper rifle. Holy shit, that sounds like one sweet weapon.” One that Callisto would probably love.


“All our weapons are like that. Guns hidden in other things. Knew a girl who had a gatling gun in her person. Real fashionista. Another had a spear that could turn into a shotgun.” Yang winked, then took a breath and drank the next shot. She needed it, thinking about Pyrrha.


“Those are some hardcore weapons. All I got is a sword and guns.” Callisto commented, tossing another shot back. The sword wasn’t a show piece either. It was battle-ready, had been through plenty of battles, but Callisto had taken excellent care of it in the dreams, and here. She had a connection to it, which is why she wasn’t going to get rid of it.


“Huntresses get the good stuff,” Yang boasted. She was proud of her Ember Celica, and her more up close style of fighting. Yang had been the tank. She didn’t know what she’d be now.


“Swords are pretty cool too. One guy had one. Just a sword and shield.”


“So it would seem.” Callisto said with a bit of a smirk. And she thought the tequila was starting to affect her, but it was difficult to tell yet. Maybe a few more shots and she’d know. “I just have a sword. I don’t use a shield.” For all the fighting she did in her dreams, she didn’t really have scars. Well, she had a few, such as the one under her breast where Xena had stabbed her with the hind’s blood dagger, but none of them were all that visible. Knicks and slices from swords and other blades here and there, but that was it.


Callisto seemed to be drinking like a fish, and Yang was smart enough to not try to keep up. She did do one more shot though, the warmth flowing through her. She could almost feel her right arm as if it were still there. “So you’re all offensive too huh? Best defense is a good offense, right?” She nudged Callisto in the shoulder. Offense was sexy.


With a few shots in her, Callisto felt something. She was buzzed, maybe even closer to tipsy, but she definitely wasn’t drunk. “Yeah, I’m offense. Probably also with a death wish, but same thing.”


“Yeah.” Yang looked down at her arm. “I kinda get that, actually. Putting yourself in the line of fire you kinda gotta accept it could happen. Just...a shock when something does happen.”


She didn’t even remember the actual injury. She’d seen Adam, he’d stabbed Blake. She saw red and attacked. Next thing she knew she was waking up on an evacuating plane with Blake staring at her like her heart was breaking.


Callisto glanced at Yang’s arm. “I actually don’t care if I die or not. In my dreams, I wanted to die. I longed for oblivion, for the nothingness that could come after death. I never got that. Death was worse than life, to be honest.” And then she downed another shot. Xena kept telling her to find something to live for, but she honestly didn’t want anything. She was just tired.


“Sorry.” Yang patted Callisto’s shoulder, her hand slipping down her arm. It was a little sloppy movement, but she didn’t care. “I kind of get that. I was there for a little bit. I just wanted to give up. Sometimes I still feel like that.”


“I’ve been there for years. I had my anger to hold onto, and I had Xena. Now, I don’t know what I have.” Callisto knew she still had Xena, at least for now, but ever since she’d gotten vengeance for her family’s death, her anger had largely been fueled by her dreams. And now she was left with feeling next to nothing at all. That was the worst state a person could be in.


“You got me.” Yang finished her shot, and slammed it down. “Bruiser buddy. I can listen really good too. I make a great pillow.” She smiled cockily, head buzzing.


“Thank you.” Callisto was afraid that one of these days Xena was going to go legit and be a goodie-two-shoes like she was in the dreams. Callisto knew she could never be a good person, so she figured if that happened, she’d be left behind. So it was good to know she had Yang. “I definitely like having a bruiser buddy.”


“Bruises are fun.” Yang sighed, shoulders sagging. She swiveled in her stool, looking out over the dance floor and leaning against the bark with her elbow. “Doesn’t sound like you’ve got anyone to miss. Don’t know if I’m jealous or not.”


A stone look came over Callisto’s face, one that masked a jolt of emotion that went through her at Yang’s comment. “I don’t.” And there was another shot tossed back before she slid her shot glass away from her and left some money to cover the drinks. “It’s hardly something to be jealous of.” She said as she swiveled and looked out at the crowd of people. She was somewhere between buzzed and tipsy, and she glanced at Yang, eyeing her a bit. “Be glad that you aren’t alone.”


“Sometimes I wish I didn’t remember them. Then I wouldn’t miss them.” Yang grabbed Callisto’s hand. “One more dance for the road?”


“I understand.” Callisto knew that her family was probably highly disappointed in how she’d turned out, so it was best that they were dead. Though she also knew if they were alive, she most likely wouldn’t have gone down this path in life. “I think that sounds great to me.” She said as she stood and made her way back to the dance floor.


This time, Yang didn’t let her hand wander any farther than the small of Callisto’s back. The skin was warm enough there anyway, and her head swam in that most pleasant of ways. She let the energy of the dance floor take her and hoped that Callisto could finally loosen up.


Callisto was appreciative that Yang’s hand didn’t wander this time. She kept a hand on Yang’s back as she danced. She did loosen up a bit, though probably not as much as she should. But it was something, and perhaps she could unwind a bit easier after this.


Going home right now was not an option for Yang. She didn’t want to walk in on her friends again, especially not tispy (or drunk as the case might be). As it was, she was trying very hard not to give into the urge to kiss Callisto. “Wanna blow this place and do anything else?”


She wasn’t exactly wanting to go home either. Callisto knew if Xena was there, she’d totally take her bringing a friend over the very wrong way, and she didn’t want to deal with that. Or even if she just went home, she wasn’t dressed like she normally was and she didn’t want to deal with that line of questioning either. Because either scenario would probably end with Callisto punching Xena to get her to shut up. “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.”


What they could do or where they could go was a bit up in the air, but Yang leaned into Callisto for a moment before gathering her strength, and then dragging her bodily from the club. “Lets go that way!” She pointed in a direction, thinking maybe they could find a bar or something.


It didn’t quite matter where they went or what they did. Though perhaps if Callisto managed to get in a fight before going back home, that could put a damper on Xena’s questioning if she was covered in blood, be it her own or someone else’s. Considering she could feel alcohol affecting her now, she was willing to bet she could bleed again as well. “Let’s see if there’s anything good that way.” She said as she moved in the direction Yang indicated.


Yang glanced back at the dance floor of the club, then followed after Callisto. She wondered if she could fight in her skirt. Yang was a YOLO kind of person at least when it came to herself. Speaking of bad influences, Callisto was definitely one of them.


Callisto was definitely a bad influence. She was probably the worst influence, to be honest. At any rate, she headed off, not quite knowing what she was looking for, or what mood she was in. But she’d know it when she saw it. Maybe. “At least the weather’s decent.”


“It was a little chilly earlier but I’m not really feeling it.” Yang tore her eyes from Callisto’s ass and fell into step on her left. It was almost subconscious, keeping a person between her bad arm and the rest of the world.


“Definitely not.” Temperatures had meant nothing to her while she’d been a god. They were still somewhat insignificant to her, but she could tell it was on the cooler side. “So, what’re you in the mood to do?”


A thousand responses flooded Yang’s head. Three quarters of them were varying degrees of punny, but one overrode all of them, by virtue of being both kind of funny and also something that was hard to resist in her state. She pulled Callisto over and kissed her.


Of the responses that Callisto thought Yang might have, she hadn’t exactly thought about this one. Normally she punched people that tried that. However, she didn’t move to punch Yang or push her away. She was more of the confused and not knowing what to do so she just kind of stood there a bit awkwardly as Yang kissed her.


Yang pulled back, wobbling on her feet as her heels hung off the curb. She was very much in the mood for that, but Callisto hadn’t exactly responded as hoped. Unsure what to do, Yang shrugged awkwardly. “Sorry that...was a mistake.”


“No, it’s me. It takes a lot to get me into wanting sex. If that’s what you want, there’s plenty of other people who are easier to snag than me.” While that was the truth, Callisto was also throwing up her defenses. Besides, she doubted she was the type of person Yang was looking for. No one actively sought out psychotic murderers like her for potential partners. Especially when they were more of the good guy type like Yang seemed to be.


“No I just don’t want you thinking I went in expecting anything.” Yang rubbed the back of her neck. Half her flirting, even as a joke, had gone over Callisto’s head anyway. “Not that you’re not hot or don’t rev my motor. I kind of figured your motor needs more...something.” So why the kiss? Why not. She was attracted, drunk, horny, lonely and tired. It made for not the best judgement.


That was new. Callisto hadn’t considered herself to be material to get anyone’s motor revving. Nor had anyone ever quite put it that way before. “Yeah, it does need more something.” Though what that something was, she couldn’t say. She’d really only been attracted to one person in her life, and she’d only had sex a handful of times. “Sorry if I disappoint you or something.” It wouldn’t be the first time she’d disappointed someone.


"I'm not disappointed." Yang waved her hand. Not where it mattered where Callisto was concerned. "Like I don't hate you or anything. Lets..." She waved her hand again, in a nebulous 'lets something'. Start a bar fight?


Li would probably be pissed if she had to be bailed out though.


Callisto wondered how long the not hating her would last, but she didn’t say it out loud. “Come on,” she said, taking the wave of Yang’s hand as a cue. A bar fight did sound good, even if it wasn’t what Yang really wanted to do, it was about all that Callisto was good for. So she led the way to a bar.


Fuck. Yang ran her hand through her hair and followed Callisto. Plan to distract them both from their problems had so far ended in abject failure. Good work!


It wasn’t Yang’s fault. Callisto would possibly be more easily distracted from her problems if she was actually drunk. She’d also probably loosen up way more if she was drunk. But such as it was, she found a bar that seemed to have the right crowd for a good bar fight gathering within it. “This looks promising.”


“So how are we gonna get this started?” Yang asked, before picking up a mug from someone’s table and throwing it at someone else’s head. She then pointed at the mug’s previous owner while feigning her innocence.


“That’s good enough,” Callisto said as soon as the person Yang had aimed at came storming over to the mug’s previous owner. Several people got to their feet and chaos started to ensue. A somewhat crazed grin stretched across Callisto’s face. She leapt into the fray and started throwing punches.


Yang got punchy too, though she threw in a few kicks for good measure. She’d been trying to train her legs up. Now as a good time to try it! At least for now she forgot her woes, bruising her knuckles on a particularly ugly man’s face.


Callisto gave and received punches. In fact, one punch split her lip and she did actually start bleeding. The taste of blood on her tongue seemed to invigorate her. She let out a piercing scream and returned the favor, with interest, on the guy that had split her lip.


“Hey, watch your heels!” Yang called out. She’d kicked her own off and was using them like a blunt weapon.


She heard the warning, but she didn’t have time to do anything about it. Almost as soon as Yang had finished giving the warning, Callisto attempted to turn and continue attacking when her ankle twisted. She gave out a yelp as she collapsed to the floor, then promptly got kicked in the ribs, a cheap shot from the guy she’d been fighting. Growling, both out of anger and pain, she drove a fist square into his balls, and it was his turn to collapse to the floor like a sack of potatoes. She then grabbed a bottle that had fallen near her and she smashed it into his head, knocking him out.


Yang stumbled over, trying to help Callisto up. She had considerable strength. “Okay you hit people I’ll guide us to the exit!”


With the help, she got up. She gave a nod and started hitting people, hoping to clear a bit of a path to make it easier for them to get out. Callisto was going to definitely have some bruises, and her ankle was starting to hurt. The fact that she was feeling pain on top of the buzz from the alcohol was more than she’d felt lately. And she actually felt alive in that moment.


Kicking someone and then stepping on their head, Yang stumbled towards the door. They were almost there, and Callisto was kind of like a dervish. She was glad she wasn’t on the receiving end of that! “Hell yeah!”


Callisto kept lashing out as they went, determined to take out as many people as she could and get in as many hits as possible. But this was what she lived for, the thrill of the fight, the rush of death that could come with it. That somewhat crazed grin was still on her face despite the split lip. “Fuck yes!”


Yang continued to carry her outside, even as the fight spilled out after them. She swung Callisto around, to add some extra oomph to Callisto’s punches. It was hard to balance but she managed to pull it off. “Oh shit I hear sirens!”


She landed one last good punch as Yang swung her around. “Come on, this way!” Callisto pulled Yang after her and she moved quickly despite her ankle. It wasn’t as painful as it would be if she were completely human, but it still made her limp as she ran, bolting out of sight quickly and she didn’t stop zigging and zagging down a few streets until there were a few blocks between them and the bar fight. “There, got out of that!”


Laughing, Yang sprinted after Callisto as they zigged and zagged. Her blood was pumping and her head was spinning and she was going to get a black eye, but she felt too good to care. “Hey, I think you’re bleeding.” She giggled and wiped at Callisto’s mouth with her thumb.


Callisto hissed slightly at the pressure to her split lip. “It feels fucking awesome. I haven’t been able to bleed for months.” She was definitely losing her god powers and immunities. And for the moment, she didn’t feel weird about it.


“Bleeding means you're alive,” Yang said. It sounded like a really deep comment right now, and she laughed again, throwing her arm around Callisto. “You hit like a truck.”


“I suppose it does.” For better or for worse. At the moment, it was for the better. Callisto grinned a bit. “Thanks. Gotta hit like a truck because no one expects me to hit like that.” While she was muscular, Callisto was definitely on the more petite side of things. She probably could’ve been a model if she’d had a normal life here.


“With abs like that, you’ve got a good core.” Yang patted Callisto’s stomach. Maybe they should start their own modeling company for damaged people.


“I like to keep in shape.” Plus all the fights she got in definitely helped her being toned and having a good core. Callisto wasn’t so certain about being a model. She didn’t exactly have the model aura to her beyond the height and the looks.


“We should work out together,” Yang suggested, for not entirely selfless reasons. She leaned against the wall, taking a long breath. She dropped her shoes on the ground and stepped into them. “So you’re feeling better. Guess all it takes is a bloody nose.”


“I wouldn’t mind that.” It would get her out without trying to start bar fights all the time, at the very least. Callisto chuckled a bit. “Nothing makes me feel better quite like a fight.” Sometimes she took glee in killing people, but that was more her dream self.


“I need a shower.” A cold one. Yang fanned herself. “And a cab.” She actually wasn’t sure how they were going to get home without a cab. She still didn’t want to go home. She kind of wanted to curl up somewhere and nap with someone. Yang was a touchy drunk and there was an alarming lack of touching going on.


“I should probably tend to my busted lip.” And her ankle, but that wasn’t as pressing to her despite the fact her ankle was starting to swell. Though there was a hurdle here. Callisto wasn’t a touchy kind of person. If Yang wanted to be touchy, she’d need to talk Callisto into it.


“Let me help.” Yang gestured at her lips. “I’m good at that kind of thing.”


“You sure?” Callisto could easily tend to it on her own. “I mean, it’s not going to keep you from doing more important things, is it? Besides, I’ve had a lot worse than this. Kind of died twice, actually.”


"My night is free." Yang nodded at her. "We can go to my place, your place, or crash at a motel. But I'm gonna go into that store and get a kit." Pause. "And a bottle. Any requests?" This was also where one would normally joke about condoms but that wasn’t an issue here.


Callisto took a moment to think of what would get her the least amount of shit from Xena: being out all night or bringing a friend home. “Let’s go with a motel.” It wouldn’t be all that odd for Callisto to be out all night. “As for requests, I’ve got none.”


"I'll surprise you." Yang saluted, then walked into the shop like she was actually 21 and not all that drunk. Why a young woman with a black eye needed a first aid kit and a bottle of jack daniels wasn't anyone's business. She put them on the counter, threw in some snacks and waggled her eyebrows. "You should see the other guy."


Balancing the bags on her good arm, she returned to Callisto. "I've never actually gone to a motel like this before got any ideas?"


“I’ve got a few, yeah. There’s a couple places I’ve crashed at when I’ve wanted to be alone.” Meaning not wanting to deal with Xena in some form. ”There’s one not far from here, we can walk there.” She would continue to ignore her ankle. She’d continue walking on it so long as it meant staying out.


Yang resolved to put some ice on it once they were at the motel. Which was sketchier than she expected, but that was okay. Once inside, she kicked her heels off and put the bags on a table. Then she flopped onto the bed, not caring if she gave Callisto any sort of peek at anything.


She didn’t mind sketchy. If anyone tried to give them trouble, Callisto would just beat their asses. She made sure the door was locked before she went and sat down. If Yang was giving her a peek at anything, Callisto didn’t notice. She never really looked at people like that, and she was busy taking her shoes off. “At least no one we know will bother us here.”


"God." She didn't think that she'd live it down if Li or Ahsoka knew. Propping herself up on her elbow, she watched Callisto. "That's good. Okay. Okay. Gotta look at your lip."


Once her shoes were off, Callisto tossed them aside and out of the way. She then sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Yang. “Says the one with the shiner.”


“Shiner just needs ice like your ankle.” Yang grinned at her. “Your lip isn’t as bad as I thought, but I still want to look at it.”


“I’ve had worse split lips.” Callisto didn’t think her lip needed stitches, but it would definitely swell up. Which it was starting to do now.


“Me too.” With ice and the kit, Yang started to work on Callisto’s lip. It didn’t need stitches but she still put on that kind of sticky thing for keeping a wound closed because it looked sexy and also badass. She giggled. “Now you look like you’ve been in a tussle.”


To her credit, Callisto didn’t fret much. Sure it stung a little when Yang was tending to it, but she didn’t flinch or pull away from it. “I’m glad to hear that. I like having that look to me.” It was a good look that may or may not offset the tendency for her to look a bit crazy.


“You’d look good in a paper sack.” Yang got up. Her back hurt, and she rubbed at it, but there wasn’t a really good way to deal with her bra without giving Callisto a show and her top wouldn’t really work without one.


“It would be a different look, but it could make for some fun in hiding my face,” Callisto said, obviously joking about wearing such a thing on her head.


Yang grinned at her, but stopped before she made a dirty joke about it. “Lay back, I gotta look at your ankle.” It was like she enjoyed mothering Callisto. The view was nice, too.


“You don’t need to do that. I can do it myself.” Callisto said it as a suggestion, not a command. She wasn’t irritated by the mothering, not currently anyway.


“Fine.” Yang rolled her eyes and wobbled to the ice bucket. “Let me get the ice.” She grabbed the room key and disappeared out the door. She must look awful, dirty and bruised and with a skirt that was the wrong side of slutty. She texted Li.


>> not coming home tonite
>> not that kinda not coming home
>> long story


Callisto shifted to prop her back up against the headboard of the bed as Yang headed off to get some ice. She propped her bad ankle up on the bed, her other leg hanging off the side. She made sure to leave enough room for Yang to have some of the bed.


Meanwhile, Li found the texts intriguing, but she didn’t push the subject.


>> Be safe
>> Call if you need anything


Yang returned with a bucket full of ice and used the little baggie to make an icepack for Callisto’s ankle. For herself she used a facecloth for her eye. She grabbed the remote and crawled in next to Callisto. “Not how I expected my night to end, but this is good.”


She put the ice on her ankle and leaned back against the headboard again. She glanced at Yang. “Not how I expected my night to end either, but I can’t complain.” Which she couldn’t. Callisto thought this was a night well spent.


“You had fun, right?” Yang leaned against her a little bit, letting her head fall back against the headboard too.


“Yeah, I did. Did you?” Callisto was rather certain that Yang wanted to get laid, and sometimes disappointment marred any fun the night might have otherwise held. Even though Yang had said she wasn’t disappointed, Callisto wondered if she was, even just a little bit.


Yawning, Yang nodded. “Yeah, I did. It was good times.” If she was disappointed, she was keeping it to herself. Besides, the fight had certainly made up for it. She rolled onto her side, putting an arm around Callisto’s waist, a little hesitantly. It wasn’t a sexual move, and she hoped Callisto got that.


“Good.” The arm around her waist was a bit unsettling if only because she wasn’t used to such things. Callisto looked at it for several moments as she was gauging the intent and if there would be other moves. However, when Yang didn’t move her arm or seemingly move her hand towards any other part of her body, Callisto just let her do it.


Really, even if Yang’s hand wanted to touch other places, she got it. And then there was the fact that she was about thirteen seconds from passing out so she didn’t really have the energy for it anyway.


Unlike Yang, Callisto wasn’t on the verge of passing out. While she’d been finding she did need sleep a little more than she had of late, she didn’t need to right now. So she was content to stay awake while Yang slept.