Going to the Club

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

After she "ran" into Alistaire at the ESU track, Alisa needed some time for cool off (Especially since she wanted to ram Alistaire Shaw's head through a wall, STILL). Alisa picked up her cellphone and naturally called Ryan, asking him if he wanted to do some clubbing, after promising there would be no retro dresses involved.

Alisa's eyes gazed at her watch as she sat in her car, waiting for Ryan to show up so they could drive together to some new club that opened up in Manhattan. Since it was new, they would more than likely have lower drink prices to attract new customers, and celebrity DJ's keeping the massive party going.

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[alisa_lebeau_v3]

She looked mentally exhausted from dealing with the police and everything else. It surprised her that Ryan was being so supportive, but he believed in her where no one else did. He was the only thing left that made her not want to give up on going legit and stay on the good side of the fence.

Alisa finally smiled. After getting off the ground, she held her suitcase in one hand as she wrapped her arm around Ryan's with the other. The mention of grabbing a taco sounded pretty good.

"Dat sounds pretty exotic. Probably better den de rabbit food at de club. 'ow can people live on dat stuff?" Laughing, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "An' you know... t'ank you. It's nice to 'ave someone in my corner wit' me, you know?"

"Hey, wanna go wit' me tomorrow to get a new car? I mean, I can handle any car dealer... but it could be fun."

[realstarpower]

"Believe me, everyone needs a friend in their corner," Ryan laughed. He stepped back and indicated that they head towards the left. "So, there's no one else who left the Club behind that you could team-up with? Maybe form an anti-Club that aren't necessarily the X-Men?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Stephanie Shaw will be nice to me, but not dat nice. Brooke t'inks I fell off a turnip truck, an' Alistaire is... Alistaire. If I so much as talk to him AGAIN, I will get t'rown outta de institute on my ear. Plus I told'em dat unless he grows a 'eart, I won' come back. An' dat means I'm NEVER comin' back to'em." She followed Ryan, making sure she stayed at the same walking pace as his.

"I don' got many friends, honestly. First friend I ever made was Alistaire Shaw. We kinda 'as some t'ings in common, or so I t'ought. He's jus' ... he can be charmin' , but he's terrible. People are playt'ings to him. De way o' de Hellfire Club I suppose." Alisa hated to admit this. It was like admitting she was a loser. Well... she was one.

"As an "Enforcer", I wasn' supposed to 'ave friends. I was jus' supposed to be a weapon for people to use... or some baby factory for a guy old enough to be my grandfather. What I t'ought, what I felt... it never mattered. I was only "allowed" to go to college to pursue Art after Sebastian Shaw saw "promise" in me. Now he t'inks I'm pathetic, an' I t'ink he's a douche waffle." She kicked a can out of her way. "It's funny, you know. You are more o' a friend den he was to me. You care about me... an' you get me to babble like some school girl."

That last bit made her smirk as she tried to get herself back on track and not so sad.

"So... I am STILL not allowed near your home? Wow... my rep mus' be REAL bad. I can only imagine what comes up about me at de dinner table! Man, at dis rate, I should hire de PR firm de White House uses." She made a joke... she made a joke! Get out your skates, because Hell just froze over!

[realstarpower]

"It's not that you're still not allowed, it's that..." Ryan paused. "Okay, you're still not allowed," he cringed. "I'm sorry. I can't even...families are...family." He was flailing, clearly. "They'll come around. Since that's a thing that they also do."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

That just caused her to smirk. At least he was honest.

"At least you got a family dat cares, Ryan." Was all she could say. Sure, it hurt she could not see his home, meet his friends and family, but she knew why and somehow respected it. "I'll jus' wait until dey come around is all."

Before they got to the taco stand, the two witnessed a mugger knocking over an older lady and running off with her purse. Tonight was NOT the night to do that in front of Alisa.

"Ryan, make sure dat lady is okay, I'm goin' after de douche bag who took her purse!"

She flicked her wrist holding the suitcase, causing it to open and expose her batons. With blinding speed, she took them out and started to chase after the mugger, running faster than a normal person (with two legs, in heels, and not in a short dress).