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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Sept 17, 2011 22:08:22 GMT -5
 Altair snorted. Ironic how some things worked out. Apparently Brett made a habit of getting on people’s bad sides, and yet he somehow avoided hers. Then he brought up Dale, and it was like a sudden wave of lucidity. ”That dick?” she said, and taking out her cigarette she spat on the ground. ”Not fucking surprised you picked a fight with him, he’s a bloody asshole.” Her rage was so strong that she very nearly wanted to punch something, but not quite enough that she’d turn on Brett. ”He can rot in hell, him and that fucking cunt girlfriend of his.” Her anger was making her incredibly sober right now, and it was probably the only thing that could claim her while she was intoxicated. ”You’re not stupid, trust me,” she said vehement, her voice particularly bitter. ”Next time I see him, I’ll wring his fucking neck.” She still didn’t believe she was any weaker than him, or that she’d lost, even though to anyone else it would have been apparent. The first time he had fucked with her and walked away, and she’d considered it a forfeit. The second time, she had passed out from over-exherting herself. And then she had to be fucking treated by that Ace guy, who she also had major problems with. The only people she could tolerate were her sisters, though, so it wasn’t shocking that she had problems with everyone else. ”Did you go to the medical wing or anything, shit…” she said, realizing that scarring meant he probably didn’t get to the medical wing on time. She was lucky—pale skin meant scars didn’t show up that easily, and she had quite a few, the longest being on her leg from when she fell off the runway. ”Whatever, the bastard’s gonna get what’s coming to him.”
She tilted her head back as if observing the ceiling, and said, ”What’s in it for you? Quid pro quo isn’t my style but…” She shrugged her shoulders. ”I’ll show you what I can do with my powers.” She wasn’t exceptionally skilled, but it wasn’t like she was a dunce either. ”And I may just buy you a drink because I’m feeling particularly generous.” Besides, she wanted to get him drunk. It wasn’t like she encouraged people in self-destructive behavior, but what the hell, why not indulge? People were more fun to be around when they were drunk. Herself included. She laughed uproarously when she watched the strobe light explode—she didn’t have a feminine laugh either, it was more harsh than anything. ”Collateral damage gets you a round of shots,” she observed.
People were looking around confused while employees went over to check out what happened. They wouldn’t be able to figure it out, though. Heading over to the bar, she took Brett by the hand and told him to get what he wanted. And she didn’t pay in singles, thank you very much. She may not have been ashamed of her occupation, but she knew better than to carry around singles—better chance at it being stolen. Light a cigarette, she blew out a few rings before dropping her hand inconspicuously. The place was packed, and people were moving up against each other. So it was no surprise when the fire from her cigarette grew larger and engulfed the skirt of a girl’s dress. The guy who she was with began to panic when he noticed and soon people were freaking out and trying to pat her down with jackets to get the fire out. Altair smirked, ordering a shot for herself. ”And she’ll never know,” she murmured with satisfaction.
(Choke and Stranger Than Fiction, MARRY ME NOW KAY.)
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Post by brett on Sept 18, 2011 11:02:39 GMT -5
That was funny, the two had a common enemy in a kid that was more or less passive until brought to a boiling point. Altair must have had to fuck with him a lot to get on his bad side. Brett had to insult a girl he'd never met to get the fight started, after all. It was funny though, he was actually tempted to mention that Dale wasn't the one that started the fight, and that Brett didn't know him when he attempted to start conflict solely for the sake of starting conflict. It didn't seem like a great idea though, seeing as he could have looked like a martyr instead of a fool if he just kept his mouth shut. Brett instead listened to the Altair vent. She told him he wasn't stupid, and he shrugged. "Trust me, I'm not bright," he stated with absolute certainty. The smartest thing that Brett could do was realize that he wasn't intelligent. At least then he could recognize that there was no way he'd come out on top. That made him much more concerned with reaching bottom. When the girl mentioned that she'd wring his neck, he chuckled softly and smiled. "Oh Altair, I didn't know you cared," he joked without missing a beat. He knew that the girl was going to attack Dale because of her own vendetta, but the context almost made it sound like she was trying to avenge Brett, which he could bet was as far from the truth as could be.
Brett shook his head in response to the question about going to the medical wing. He'd actually thought about going, but that would mean questions and condescension, and insult to injury. It was shit that a person who just got tossed around like a cheap prostitute and burned alive didn't really need. "I just dragged myself back to the dorms and fixed myself up as best as I could," he said, trying to keep his nonchalant attitude despite his humiliation. It actually sounded like Altair cared, which he hadn't expected at all. It was funny that Altair was still surprised that Brett always looked for some kind of reward for whatever it was that she wanted him to do. He'd asked the same question the night that they'd met, then again, they were both so wasted that maybe he'd imagined that part, or maybe she'd forgotten. It didn't matter though, as long as there would be a reward this time. "Sorry, but I always need some kind of incentive," Brett replied with a smirk. Apparently Altair also had a sadistic streak, and her laughter really said that he'd done a good job in appealing to that side of her. Even better still was that the girl offered to buy him a drink due to the fact that he'd caused collateral damage. What a treat, injuries and explosions gained him a free drink.
Brett's attention was suddenly drawn to the fact that his hand was in hers as they got to the bar. Why was physical contact so distracting with this girl as opposed to the dozens upon dozens that he'd been with lately. Really, touching wasn't uncommon for him, and it never made him feel as self-conscious as it did right now. Usually things like that made him more confident, but now it was all different. He definitely needed a few more drinks. He ordered a shot of Bacardi-151, and turned his attention to Altair's little fire show with his hand still in hers. It wasn't like he was holding on to her, after all, she could let go of his hand whenever she wanted. Brett laughed when people began to panic because of the combusting skirt. Fire was always so beautiful to watch, even when it was being utilized for pure destruction. Taking his drink off the counter, he downed the shot quickly. "How much damage do you think we'd have to cause before they shut the place down?" he asked in a low tone with a devilish grin. He liked Corrosion, but he definitely thought it would be a riot to, well, cause a riot. Everyone here was at their mercy, and fire and thunder were meant for destruction, so they could definitely make their night all about wrecking this place if they wanted to.
Tagged:: Altair
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 722
Notes:: o.o And you only live one state away? Why are you not in my life!?
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