Daisy "Skye" Johnson (playsbynewrules) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-04-29 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, carol danvers (captain marvel), daisy johnson (quake) |
Who: Carol and Skye
What: Meeting and planning Bad Girl Shenanigans.
When: Recently...when there wasn't a dragon attacking OC
Where: A bar
Warnings: Discussion of hustling guys for money, a little flirting, but otherwise pretty low
Skye had decided on going out for a little while, but she didn’t feel like going to a club or seeing if there was a concert or something around that she might be interested in going to. Instead, she decided to head to a bar and have a drink or two. At the very least, it got her out for a while. She sat down on a stool at the bar and ordered a beer before she turned and glanced over the people there. She mostly was just curious as to the crowd this bar attracted.
Going to a bar alone felt a little wrong. Carol was used to hanging out with friends, and not having them around was still taking some adjusting to. But she still liked to have a beer or two, go all poolshark on the local sexist biker gang, and people watch. Local scuttlebut was usually best, in a bar.
She flashed a confused at the man across the pooltable. “So I got the ball in the hole, that’s good right?”
It didn’t take long for Skye’s gaze to fall on the blonde woman playing pool. So she sat there and watched, curious as to how this was going to play out. Though something told her that she was playing the dude for a fool. After all, no one that said what she’d just said was really serious. But guys fell for it all the time. Play to their ego and it was easy to crack them.
Getting her beer, she took a drink and watched the game of pool with a little smirk. She was definitely going to buy a beer for the woman if she ended up winning the game.
Oh, it was really easy to convince the men she was at all interested in them. Act a little coy and a little distracted, talk them into betting more than they were willing to lose and then start sinking a few lucky shots.
By the time she was done with them she had taken them for everything, including their pants and a pick-up truck.
She was kind enough to let them keep the truck, and sidled up to the bar to order a drink.
“Nice work,” Skye complimented when the woman sidled up to the bar. “Mind if I pick up that beer for you? It was more than entertaining to watch you rob them blind.” She grinned.
“Thanks, it’s always so easy. It shouldn’t surprise me, but it is.” Carol grinned at her, taking a seat on a stool. A free beer on top of it? Well if this night just wasn’t looking up. “I’m Carol.”
“Some guys just completely fall for it. Pretty face, bat your lashes and they’ll believe anything you say.” Skye chuckled with a grin. “Skye. It’s nice to meet you, Carol.”
“Skye, nice name.” Carol picked out a beer that wasn’t top shelf, spinning around and leaning back against the bar. “It’s a skill I developed in the Air Force. Unfortunately even a lot of the lower ranking men got themselves into trouble.”
“Thanks, it’s better than the one the foster system stuck me with,” Skye said with quite the bad taste in her mouth. Her nose also crinkled at the thought of her given name. Mary Sue Poots. Who the fuck thought that one up? “Seriously? So what, did you pick on the new recruits who didn’t know who you were and took them for all they had?”
“Sometimes the best name is the one we pick for ourselves,” Carol said, thinking of her callsign. “New recruits, the old guard… oh the old guard was fun. Even though women have been fighter pilots since the 90s a lot of them still don’t accept that.”
“Especially when the system literally decided to name me Mary Sue.” Skye was a bit amused that she could actually claim to be a Mary Sue. But only in name, not with the stigma that tended to follow that name. “Good for you showing them what’s what. Putting them in their place, as it were.”
“They really named you Mary Sue?” Carol asked, both of her eyebrows disappearing somewhere into her hairline. “That’s just unnecessarily cruel. Definitely the patriarchy at work.”
She raised her glass. “Shoulda seen the ultra feminist paper I worked on in High School. Amazing the Air Force never looked at those.”
“Yep. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the surname they gave me? Poots. Mary Sue Poots. Yeah, fuck that. I’m calling myself Skye.” Skye snorted.
“That sounds like a totally awesome paper. That would’ve been totally awesome to read. Too bad they didn’t look at them.” Skye raised her glass as well.
Carol didn’t quite stifle her laugh in time, and cleared her throat. “Uh. Sorry. Yeah, that’s a bad one. I wouldn’t have minded changing my last name though. It reminds me too much of family I’d rather forget about.” Dad and her didn’t get along, but at least she had one and she could acknowledge that.
She raised her glass.
“Exactly why I chose to call myself Skye. And fuck surnames.” Because no surname was better than Poots. “Understandable, though at least you know who your family is.” Skye still didn’t know who her biological family was. And she had some scars from the fact she grew up believing no one actually wanted her, including her own parents. It wasn’t something she’d recommend to others. “Surnames tend to be overrated anyways, am I right?” She toasted her new friend.
“Yeah, they are.” Carol clinked her glass against Skye’s, and decided to turn the subject away from families and surnames, for both their sakes. Even if they had different reasons for their disillusionment.
“Ever been flying? And I don’t mean in a 747.”
It was definitely for the best that the subject was turned away from families and surnames. Skye didn’t much like the topic, and she didn’t feel like going into a depression over it. She definitely didn’t want to get depressed over that particular topic currently.
“What do you mean, like in a non-commercial plane? Or like...skydiving type of stuff?”
“LIke in a non-commercial plane, yeah,” Carol said, taking a long swig from her glass. “And I don’t mean one of those puny Cessnas or a rich bitch private plane. I mean a rocket between your legs pulling 9gs.”
Maybe the drink was starting to get to her.
“Yeah, once. And that was more by pure luck than anything else.” Skye commented, taking a drink of her beer. She was, of course, referring to the Blackbird and having seen Earth from orbit. It had been a very beautiful sight to behold.
“I was going to offer to take you up in a test plane,” Carol said, eyeing her dubiously over her drink. “But if you’ve already been in a flying hot rod…”
“A ride in a test plane? Dare I ask what test plane you had in mind?” Skye was curious about that. It certainly sounded like it would be fun. And Skye would be lying if she didn’t like a good thrill ride now and then.
Carol flashed a smile, her eyes squinting up cutely as she looked at Skye. “Hypersonic. Test bed for launching new space shuttles.” Her NDA meant she couldn’t mention the other projects, but the test bed would be fine, she thought.
She probably shouldn’t be flying right now, and the thought sobered her up a little bit. “Just...when not..” She gestured at her drink.
“Damn, new space shuttles? That definitely sounds amazing.” Skye said with a grin. Then as Carol motioned to her drink, she chuckled a bit. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I don’t want to die or land on the Moon or something currently.”
“Might be fun to fly a simulator right now,” Carol mused, then shook her head. There were some lines she wouldn’t cross, even as fun as it might be to try. “But I’ve got a professional reputation to maintain and I like to keep making a fool out of myself to bars and family BBQs.”
“Could always find an arcade or something that has a flying simulator game or something. Though that’s obviously not the same thing as the simulator you’re talking about.” Skye commented, then smiled. “You definitely gotta keep the screwing around away from your professional life. And vice versa.”
“That would be a lot safer,” Carol agreed. “But it would be unfair to anyone else playing, I’d kick their asses to hell and back.”
It could even be a hustle, if they played their cards right.
“You say that like you really want to do that. And that would actually be hilarious. So long as it wasn’t me because I’m a shit pilot in video games.” Skye stated. She didn’t want to be Carol’s victim. But she could totally go for being her accomplice. “Besides, I do like taking part in bad girl shenanigans,” she said with a devious grin.
“It’s nothing like real flying, so maybe you’ll be good at flying,” Carol replied. “At least the arcade games. There’s a place that puts you in a fake cockpit and everything, and that’s the one we could hustle. Bad girls do it well.”
“I like to think I’m decent when it comes to video games, so I could be good? Or at least decent. That counts for something, right?” Skye commented. “And hell yeah bad girls do it well. And when in doubt, I can just twirl my hair around my finger and look pretty while you take the pilot’s seat.”
“You can sure look pretty,” Carol said, eyes flashing down Skye’s figure and then back to her face. “There’s a place downtown.” She looked at her drinks, then added, “We can take an uber.”
She’d witnessed too many friends get killed drinking and driving to ever be a hypocrite about it.
“Thank you, you’re pretty as well,” Skye responded with a smirk, giving Carol the once over in return. “Uber definitely works for me. I may engage in bad girl shenanigans more often than not, but drinking and driving is not one of them.”
“Good.” Carol clapped her hands and got up, pulling her phone out of her pocket and spinning it between thumb and forefinger as she did so to get it into a normal viewing position. She tapped out the Uber request, then jerked her head towards the door. “Want to get some air while we wait?”
Skye quickly finished the rest of her drink and left money for the drinks on the counter. “Yeah, might be helpful to sober up a little bit so I don’t go screwing things up.” She joked as she stood up and headed for the door.
“Not too sober,” Carol replied, eyes flashing mischievously. “There’s no fun in that!”