nextgenerationmarvel | 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.

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"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.

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