nextgenerationmarvel | Who's Fooling Who?

Current Mood: crappy
Current Location: Manhattan, NYC
Current Music: LOUD

Entry tags:

Who's Fooling Who?

The lights of the posh nightclub she was in were actually hurting her eyes, enough Alisa had to take out a pair of shades from her front dress pocket and put them on. She had lost a fair amount of business since mutants were exposed in the news. Everything she had worked so hard for was just falling apart. Worst of all, Alistaire just appeared fixated on taking out his Father. Almost to the point she felt ignored or completely... useless? She was his sword. And right now, he seemed more content to have her sit about and collect dust. Or at least that is how she felt right now.

Holding a martini in hand, Alisa sat back in the VIP area contemplating life. She was trained to destroy her enemies with brute force or make them wish they were dead. Trained to be the perfect, prim and proper girl for high society. But what had it given her? Misery? A lack of pop culture that made her act like an old hag? Never really letting loose and having REAL fun?

As she thought deeper on all of this, her eyes shot to the dance floor.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"You wanna put a smile on my face? I could t'ink o' a few t'ings you could do... but I left dat list at home." Smirking, she drank a bit more from her glass before the Bartender reached over and grabbed her arm.

"You little freak! You took that from the bar!" The man was furious as he looked at Alisa. "You better be able to pay for that bottle, it's two hundred dollars, mutie!"

"Actually, dis bottle o' Vodka runs for seventy five retail. I should know as I got a bottle jus' like dis at my office." She gave a sweet smile to the tender, who's fury just got worse.

"You..." The tender was shaking in anger as he continued to hold on to Alisa's arm. He was almost digging his nails into it, but she seemed to not pay any mind, or appear hurt by his actions. "Get out of here! Get out!"

"Sure t'ing!" Still smiling, Alisa jerked her arm back towards her, taking the bartender who was grabbing her arm for a ride. He was flung from the bar, down to the ground by her feet as though he weighed nothing at all. "Awww... dat looked like it hurt. Maybe you should lay off yah own product behind dat bar, no?"

Adjusting her sunglasses, she looked over to Ryan. "C'mon, let's blow dis joint. I got a feelin' I ain' welcome here. An' dat a shame, 'cause you know... I got money invested in dis place. But hey, if dey don' want a "mutie's" money, it's on dem an' not me."

Ryan blinked. Okay, so he knew that she was a mutant. But the whole grabbing a man and flipping him over thing was very unexpectedly hot.

Very, very unexpectedly hot.

He reached over, grabbed the bottle of vodka, and grinned at the guy.

"Don't piss the lady off, dude," he said, before nodding at Alisa. "Shall we?"

"Let's." She wrapped her arm around Ryan's and walked out of the nightclub. No doubt she will be pulling her funding from it in the morning. No one treated her like that, no one.

But for some reason, Ryan's goofy nature was... calming? Refreshing? He certainly was a change from the people she normally hung out with. With a small smile on her face, she led Ryan towards the parking lot and over to her prized possession. A Shelby Cobra. An ORIGINAL Shelby Cobra, numbered, painted in metallic blue, and with the racing strip.

"Please, don' spill any o' dat vodka in my car. I don' wanna 'ave it detailed unless it's somet'ing worth gettin' it detailed over." With that self assured grin on her face she got in the driver's seat and turned the key to start the car up. She revved it up a few times, waiting for Ryan to get in. "C'mon. I know a place we can go to. You'll like it, trust me on dat."

She would be the only person ever who found his goofy nature calming or refreshing.

Ryan froze and blinked, staring at the car. "This. This thing is...this thing is the original isn't it?" The bottle slipped from Ryan's fingers and fell to the sidewalk, shattering into tiny bits, splashing pricey vodka everywhere.

At least it wasn't in her car?

"Too late for that warning. Or, you know, too early?" Ryan asked. He shrugged and hopped into the car, glad he didn't get anything on his shiny silver sneakers. "So, this place. What is it?"

"Oui, it's original." That grin remained on her face as she leaned over to open the passenger side door for Ryan. "Don' get any broken glass in de car, please."

Once Ryan was inside, Alisa tore through the parking lot like a bat out of Hell. She did not tell him where they were going, she just drove. She drove through Manhattan until she reached a pier. She parked the car and sighed, placing her hands behind her head and looking at the view before them. They could see the Statue of Liberty in the distance, along with many lights from Ellis Island.

"Nice view, eh? No one to hate on you for no reason, no gawkers, no morons..."

Ryan stared out at the view. It was funny. He'd seen the view many times before, from many different angles, but it felt different here, with a girl in a car.

An awesome girl in a really awesome car.

Thank you for leaving me on the dance floor, girl-whose-name-I-totally-just-forgot.

"Do you come here a lot?" He shifted in his seat so that he was facing her instead of the view.

"Oui, I do." She turned as well to be able to look at Ryan. "It's like a secret place for me to go an' jus' calm myself down. Wit' my job an' de people I gotta deal wit' day in an' day out... I need some place to go."

Alisa shook her head before taking out her smartphone. It looked like a very expensive model, top of the line, and very new.

"You said you was an actor, no? I still am liked by a few producers in town. Maybe I can hook you up or sumt'ing. I mean, bein' a fellow mutant an' all... it's gotta be tough gettin' a decent job when de whole world wants to lynch yah."

"I understand," Ryan nodded. "When I want to get away, I just want to fly. You know, up into space?" The benefits of being someone who was all cosmic energy lad. He paused. "Actor, yes. Mutant...I honestly don't know. I mean, I never thought about it much? I hit puberty and my powers hit along with my first growth spurt, you know? But I don't know if it's because of what happened to my dad, or if I've got the X-Gene or what, you know?" He frowned lightly. "The recent Xavier's outing has got me trying to figure all that out. Because if I am, I should be more proactive. I mean, I should be anyway, because superhero, but beyond that...I'm rambling."

"Oui, oui you are ramblin' ." A smile actually formed on her face, and she chuckled. A good, hearty chuckle. "Look, You got powers. Dey hit at puberty, so dat a good indicator you are one o' us. Plus your Pere's exposure to radiation could 'elp up dem chances as well."

There was a small sigh as she thought about his ramblings. Her exotic eyes looking directly into his as she continued to speak. "But right now, I don' care what you are, Ryan. You ain' chasin' me off wit' a pitchfork, so you are cool in my book. Plus you make me smile. Don' know why you do, but you do."

"Why would I chase you off? You're hot, you're clearly smart, and you've got that really bad-ass European accent. Also, you don't think I'm some kind of idiot-non-savant, which is nice for a change, all things considered." He shrugged lightly. "Sounds like we've both kinda had issues with people."

"Yer goofy, but in a good way. I like it, even admire it." That smile beamed a bit as she slumped back in her car seat. "My whole life, I've been busy provin' my worth. Enough dat I didn' get much time to be like you. I regret it sometimes, but den realize dat wit'out dat drive... I wouldn' be as successful as I am today."

Alisa's face felt warm as she actually blushed at his compliments. "You an' one oder man see me as hot an' smart. Dat oder man is like de only friend I got. Kinda sad, no? Most people... dey don' like hangin' out wit' freaks. You saw 'ow I was treated in dat club. 'ow dey treated you as well..."

"Success is a good thing," Ryan nodded. "You'd think I would have worked harder at it, but..." he shrugged again. "I'm easily distracted. Girls, parties, flying off into space to be alone. You know how it is." There had been crazy dreams recently with him wielding a kind of cosmic power that Ryan didn't yet possess. He hadn't told anyone but them, he didn't know what they meant, but he tried very hard not think about any of that.

"Hey, sometimes you don't need that many friends." Pause. "Granted, most of my friends think I'm kind of dumb and tend to write me off - even my family - but that's because I just...I'm wired differently. I think that people need to be more accepting - baseline humans, mutants, mutates, alien-hybrids, demigods, whatever. People gotta push past the minor differences and see that we all have life in common, but no one's ever actually deep enough or smart enough to see that."

"I t'ink you sellin' yourself short. What you jus' said right now... probably de smartest t'ing I 'eard all week." Alisa's eyes looked at Ryan, then up at the sky. "So... what's space like? I mean, I can' fly what-so-ever... so now you got me curious."

"Quiet," he said after thinking about it for a moment. "Quiet and brilliant. It's just...it's beautiful. You think the sky looks pretty from down here, but when you go up there, it's something else entirely, Alisa." He smiled softly. "I'll have to borrow a rocket sometime and take you up there. I think you'd dig it."

"You'd take me up in a rocket? Wait... you got a Rocket?" Her eyebrow was raised at such news. But she should not be surprised. Everyone knew that Ben Grimm was a member of the Fantastic Four and had access to amazing technology. That meant the same deal for his son. "I'd like dat sometime. It would be nice to escape dis world for jus' a lil' bit."

Suddenly and without warning, she leaned over to Ryan and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She was still... somewhat new to kissing, and did not want to try at something she was not good at. Perhaps that was just to perfectionist part of herself talking.

"I mean, not me personally, but Fantastic Four-slash-Imaginaut perks, you know?" Granted, it wasn't as though they were about to let him take the rocket for a spin...well, with their permission anyway.

But it wasn't like there was a lot that Ryan did with their permission anyway.

He blinked when the kiss happened, though. Ryan hadn't been expecting that. Honestly, this night was becoming one full of surprises.

"What...what was that for? Not that I mind, because, yay, but..." Blink. Blink blink. "God, I suck at this sometimes."

"I Well... dun know? It jus' felt like de right t'ing to do?" She blinked a few times at Ryan. "Well, you don' seem to suck to me. I mean... you go into space. You actually CAN be smart when you want. You are kinda cute... an' you are goofy. Plus you don' t'ink o' me as some demon or a freak. All good t'ings in my book so I t'ought..."

She was babbling. Alisa frowned at herself. While she showed herself to others as someone who did not care about what others thought of her, or some badass in her job as Alistaire's "sword" and a top art authenticator, in private she sometimes did feel weak. Things did bother her and she could be vulnerable like any other person. And now she was showing that to some... stranger. Well... a cute stranger.

"I'm sorry, I didn' mean to make dis into an awkward situation. It's jus' ... you seem to like seein' me for me. Not some bitch who can t'row bartenders about an' be tough all de time."

"No, it's not awkward," Ryan said. "It was just an unexpected, pleasant surprise. I haven't really had those lately." What with almost getting his ass kicked by Sandstorm from the Blood Force. "Besides, there's nothing demonic or freak-like about you. You're intelligent, you're clearly accomplished, and you can hold your own in a fight. That last part, where I come from? Really important. Because, man, it's not easy dating girls who always expect to be saved by a sparkly man named Edward."

"Last part I don' get, at all." Alisa's "pop culture" knowledge was pretty bad. She was lucky to even know what Facebook was, or even how to use it. "I don' expect to be rescued. I was... raised to stand on my own an' protect others. An' I do a great job o' dat, as long as dere are plenty o' angry people for me to feed offa."

Winking, Alisa leaned over and gave him another kiss on the cheek. " 'sides, I kinda like you, t'ough we just met. I mean, I'd hang out wit' you again. Don' know why dat gal even LEFT you all by your lonesome! Oh well, she missin' out, now!"

"Believe me, you don't want to, either," Ryan replied. "The rescuing thing...don't even get me started on that," he said. "There are people lately who put themselves in dangerous situations just so that they can be saved by a superhero. It's...well, so far nothing dangerous has happened, but you never know."

Tentatively, Ryan reached out and twirled a lock of Alisa's hair between his fingers. "If nothing else, I'm kinda glad I met you."

"Ugh, I can only imagine. Dey mus' be like what ambulance chasers are to a car crash victim."

Her appearance at disgust over how people would be dumb enough to create a dangerous situation for someone to rescue soon faded. She just watched his hand twirling with lock of her long auburn colored hair.

"I'm glad... I met you, too. VERY glad." There was a smile on her face that not even the hulk could punch off at this point. "An' jus' for de record, if I DO ever get into trouble dat I can' get out o'... you be de first call I made. But don' sit by dat phone all night, it ain' gonna 'appen."

"Something like that," Ryan agreed. "Don't get me wrong, when I was starting out, I did kind of take advantage of the perks that came with rescuing those girls. Because...well..." he shrugged. He wasn't ashamed of it, but he wasn't exactly proud of it either. "Hey, I can dig a woman that's got her own back. Besides, I've never been the type to sit by the phone and wait for a call. Y'know, unless it's my agent."

"Are you sure you wouldn' wait by your phone for me? My Dance card is awfully empty dese days. I'm sure a handsome guy like yourself wouldn' mind comin' over to my place for some fun every now an' again." While she wanted to stay loyal to Alistaire, she knew he was not the sort of man who would be loyal to her... bed-wise. She'd still protect him, still work with him and be his friend... but she wanted to have fun! What was good for the goose was good for the gander. Alisatire was right in a way. If you have needs, satisfy them.

"It could be interestin' ..."

"Oh." Ryan blinked. "Oh." He blinked again. "But I thought you said you hoped I wouldn't...oh." But that had been about needing saving.

This was about needing something else.

"Ohhh."

"An' de last horse reaches de finish line!" She started to laugh, putting her seatbelt back on. "You are jus' too funny, an' cute. So... you gonna buckle up an' come back to my place or what? I mean, I might not be as experienced as your canceled date, but I am sure I will be jus' as much fun... an' more pleasin' to de eye."

Alistaire would be proud if he saw how she was now able to work her womanly charms on people. But at this moment, she could care less. She liked Ryan, and wanted to spend more time with him.

"What say you?"

"Yeah, that'd be...I mean, you know. Pretty great." He smiled at Alisa. "I mean, as long as you don't think this is...as long as you're cool with it. I mean. I'd like to...get to know you better, ohmygod that sounds so lame when you actually mean it in not just a sexy-pick-you-up sort of way." He shook his head. "'Sides, it's not the experience. It's the person."

"We'll get to know each other well enough. In fact, I t'ink we're pretty good friends as it is. We'll jus' add in de benefits for fun an' see where it goes." She thankfully knew what a friend with benefits was. "I don' t'ink dis means we're gonna get hitched or gonna start datin' . We'll jus' see where it takes us, an' we go from dere. If it ain' nuthin' more den a friendship wit' some... extras, den I'm cool wit' dat."

After starting her car once more and revving the engine, she drove off with Ryan in tow, heading for her Loft in Manhattan. While the start of this night was rocky, it appeared as though it was going to end on a better note than she had hoped for.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Who's Fooling Who?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject