4/5/2003
03:22
AM
Logfile
from Chase.
Midnight
Delirium
The steady bass of techno and trance
drums steadily, blotting out all rational thought. Near the entrance, several sets of small tables and chairs lie
about for patrons who prefer to socialize, while a staircase leads down to the
main dancing area. At the the front of
the room, the DJs spin their mixes; this section of the club is always
packed. People flow with the rhythm
pounding in their heads, their limbs, their chests. Lights in darkened colors flash intermittantly across the already
dim area, adding to the chaos. A bar
extends along the eastern wall, its counter and shelves outlined with blue
lights and its seats always full. In
the far western corner, a string of white lights leads the way into another
room where more hip-hop and rap have been added to the mix. Most here throw themselves into the music,
and hard: in the morning, it'll all be gone.
Lexie
and Gouka are here.
Obvious
exits:
Out
Adrie
nods, looking steadily into Lexie's eyes.
She says something in Italian.
But then her face softens slightly.
She says something in Italian.
Anything to score with the miko, ne?
She says something in Italian.
And she sounds very disappointed by this. One thing Adrie doesn't fake are her emotions. She says something in Italian.
Lexie
stands up, white-knuckled hand on her beer bottle. "Of course she thought you were disgusting! Anatomy and stimulus-response aside, can you
blame her? Would you have seperate personalities if you liked
yourself?" She slams the beer down
on the bar top, voice rising above even the techno. "I'd sooner screw Sebastian! But you've got one thing right. You're going to do what I tell
you. And I'm /telling/ you, not to press your luck with anyone who says
'No'. You got that?" Bad gouka! No rape! No biscut!
Adrie
shakes her head. She says something in
Italian. And Gouka will go to her grave
believing that. She says something in
Italian. She, basically, would now do anything the miko
would ask. She's never met anyone like
Lexie before, and is suffering from a large degree of puppy love.
Chase
broke out the ol' fake ID again, it seems. And he actually managed to get away
with it this time. Either that or the bouncer wasn't paying a bit of attention.
Anyway, the teenager arrives, a smug smile perched on his lips and hands ducked
into the pockets of his pants. This is good. This is really good. What's first
on the list? A drink, of course, and so his path takes him towards the bar.
Lexie
is at the bar with Gouka, looking ready to practically strangle the woman. "You're goddamn right you will. And I don't care what you thought she
wanted. No means no. You're lucky to be
alive. Don't repeat the mis--" She freezes, like a deer in headlights, as
she spots.. "Chase!" Yeah,
color her surprised. "Um. What're
you doing here?" Aren't you
underaged?
Adrie
nods, swallowing. She says something in
Italian. Chastized? Oh,
you better believe it. She does
look up then, frowning. She says
something in Italian.
Chase
is going to belly up to that bar right there and order himself a drink. Yes,
siree. No matter the relative appearance of youth, the aged quality of his
darkening eyes and the almost confident tilt of his head will get him that
drink. But his name is being called out, and that causes him to blink in
astonishment, turning over to spot Lexie. A moment of blinking and then the
smile, "Fancy seeing you here."
Descriptions
stored: None
Lexie
rubs at her forehead. "His name is
Chase." She answers Gouka, before gesturing for Chase to come over and
join them. Safety! Sanity! Well, or
something close. "Yeah, fancy
that." She glances down at her
outfit, and sighs. No comments this
time, at least. "This is
Adrie. She's an utter bitch. Come join
us?"
Adrie
smiles sweetly at Lexie. "You say
the sweetest things to me, baby."
Yes, Adrie is gay. And yes, it's
the man hating kind. Eyes narrow as
Chase joins the two, looking at him with something like hatred. But Morwen
suggested using men, not just killing them.
Chase
is looking over Lexie, and the smile that is provoked by such is light-hearted.
Nope. Won't say a single thing about it. No, instead he gives Lexie something
of a teasing wink, "I won't even ask..." But then the teenager is
peering over at Adrie, blinking at the other woman and the look in her eyes.
Yeouch. "I didn't kill you in another life or anything, did I?" Hey,
you never know. So many Kutouese.
Lexie
scoots her stool a little closer to Chase.. Mainly to scoot away from
Adrie. "Yeah, yeah, sure.."
She murmurs, her own expression contemplative.
"No, I doubt you did." She adds, taking another copious swig
of her beer. "She just hates men.
That's all." She pauses,
expression growing wicked. "Especially you, sweetheart." Take that, Adrie!
Adrie
scowls darkly then, her expression darkening.
It's not so much that Lexie's playing games with her...it's that Lexie's
playing games with her....with a man.
She lapses into a sullen sort of pout, nursing her drink.,
Chase
is blinking, and then blinking a little more. Gaze flickers from the scooting
Lexie on over to the scowling Adrie. "Well, damn. I'm not all that bad,
but if you aren't into guys, then that's your thing." He is shrugging his
shoulders, taking a sip from his drink as he peers at Lexie. "Uhm. Sure
thing... pumpkin?"
Lexie
beams over at Chase. Oh good, he's playing along. "Knew you'd
understand." She murmurs, disposition brightening. "I'm sure he's listening, Adrie. Maybe you want to tell him all your
grievances." Yes, she's hitting low blows here. But she's still mad at
Gouka, you see.
Adrie
pushes her self away from the bar, getting up.
"If you want to talk to me, Lexie, you know where to find
me." She scowls at Chase again, then starts to walk away, pausing for a
minute to bend to check her boot. The
bend is hopefully going to give Lexie an eyeful of Gouka tush to tempt the
miko. The other side is that Gouka
sends a tendril of her power crawling along the floor towards Chase. So, unless Chase senses it or gets out of
the way, it's very likely that he shall end up with a massive zit problem, with
a face so badly broken out that it looks like he got into a fight with an ant
pile and lost.
Chase
is wincing just the slightest at Lexie's words, flickering her a wry glance
before rolling his eyes. But, inevitably, it is back to Adrie, and the very
second that Adrie starts in with the chi, the boy is tensing as he gets that
oni-flavored spark to tingle at the back of his neck. "Oh, shit," he
mutters, immediately tensing. Hopefully with all of the revelers about the
area, just another flash of green will be attributed to the lights. He is
already moving to avoid whatever is going to be dished out at him, retaliating
at Adrie's shown tush with a flash of cold. Although, seeing as he had no clue
what was being directed to him, Adrie's little acne attack still strikes
somewhat on him. "Dammit!"
Lexie
glances back at Chase and chokes. Must not laugh, must not laugh! "Hey, thanks for the save. Want another
drink?" She asks, as innocently as she can. Gosh, too bad she doesn't have a camera. "So how've you
been? Haven't seen you in awhile."
Chase
glares over at Lexie, "She was a fucking oni? Why the hell didn't you say
anything?" He rolls his eyes though, reaching up to dab at his face here
and there, apparently having broke out primarily along his forehead and chin,
with a couple of wayward dots upon his cheeks. He groans, "The gods are
cruel and inhuman, and the oni don't make it any better." And here he just
got out of this stage. "Sure, another drink would be fine." The
teenager glances back to her, "Told you I had to lay low. School and
things."
Lexie
grins wryly, gesturing for another beer.
"Well, I'm the miko. I'm not supposed to just give them all away.
But yes, she's Gouka. We were having an arguement when you came in. To make a long story short, she tried to
forcibly have her way with Reese. And,
for that matter, me. I won't say we get
along at all." She elbows him,
shaking her head. "Come on now,
it'll go away soon. I think. Well, I'm
not sure, but with any luck, right? You
know, I still have your cap."
Chase
is still a little annoyed. Wouldn't you be if you suddenly had a case of acne
inflicted upon you? And while you are holding a fake ID that says you are just
over 21. Adolescence, here we come. He is rolling his eyes once more before
sighing, "Gouka. You mentioned her before. Yeah, I'd say you'd have the
right of it. That one is definitely a bitch." Oni to mess with next time,
he makes a note of this. "Saaa, don't say that." Time to break out
the facial scrub.
Lexie
shakes her head. "The others don't like her much either, if it's any
consolation." She takes a sip of
her beer, exhaling. "Hey now, really,
don't worry about it. You look fine." Well, fine for a sixteen year old
anyways. But she's trying to be nice
here, and she's bad at it. "How
have you been? Still alive, clearly."
Chase
takes the beer in hand as well, drinking some of it down. Okay, maybe quite a
bit this time. "If not, I'll just see if Cat can do something about it
-and hopefully she won't laugh too much." He can just see it now though.
Bah. "Oh yeah, plenty alive. Actually been rather boring. School being
what it is. Ain't near as fun as getting shot at." He finally looks back
to her, giving the woman a wink.
Lexie
sticks out her tongue, grinning.
"Well, at least you're doing someting. It's times like these when I
really wish I still had the garage. I
keep thinking I should get some little crappy daytime job just to do
something." She shrugs, after a moment's thought. "Well.. I won't shoot you anymore,
unless you like it. Stereo's working
again, though. I told you it would."
"Something
I don't want to do," Chase mutters, sighing, and then shrugging his
shoulders. "But, something I have to do otherwise I'd have half the people
I know on my case." As if that doesn't happen often enough. "Miko
getting a job? Awww, then you'll miss the soap that I got you hooked on."
He gives her a slight nudge before continuing, "Oh? Is it? I was planning
on coming over to see about that. Maybe bring you some ice cream."
Lexie
rests an elbow on the bar, shaking her head. "True, that. I've been taping
it, actually." She breathes,
folding her arms after a thought.
"Still, I miss working. But
is that the right reason to go to school? Because everyone expects you to? I don't miss work because it's expected.
It's what I like to do, being useful.
If you don't like school, though.." She shrugs, mutely.
"Well. I like you too much to
preach at you, Chase. But you're a seishi. If you live through this, chances
are you'll be rich anyways."
Chase
squints a glance at her, wrinkling his nose. "I don't want to be rich,
although being able to afford more than just Ramen some weeks would be
nice." But that is neither here nor there. "Nah, I go to school
'cause they all think it is best for me, so I do it to make them happy. I don't
much like sitting in a class room, boring as hell. Rather be outside,
but..." He is shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, useful is good,"
and with that he slants her a slow smile.
Lexie
makes a face, shaking her head. "At least they're your family. But still, I don't think I'd do that crap
for anyone if it wasn't myself. You
should do what you love. If school's not leading anywhere for you, then I can't
pretend to understand it." She elbows him, grinning. "Not that I'd
reccoment volunteering to the Yin and drinking yerself to death either. It
isn't working well for me, so far." She teases, jokingly. "Ha! You always make me feel better.
You must be weird."
Chase
is rolling his eyes, refusing to respond any further on the school discussion.
He catches hell for skipping school, he gets griped at for going there. Sheesh.
He is chuckling at her later comments though, smile flashing, "Weird?
Awwww, damn. I dunno about that. You just need someone around you that... well,
isn't like that freaky oni witch or any of those other twisted freaks."
Grin goes almost sly, "Its just like, kindred spirits or something."
Lexie
laughs, slamming her empty beer on the table. "Oh, and the seishi are
perfectly normal bastions of society!" She declares, finding the concept
itself hillarious. "But if you're
volunteering, I promise not to hassle you about school or duty or any of that
crap. "
Chase
blinks, and then bursts into laugher, "Yeah... well, we try to keep them
under wraps. I mean.. the Suzaku? Clearly the bird god was smoking crack when
he came up with them." That his only explanation for that group.
"Saaa, I get enough hassling as it is from the rest. Lexie... you are a
woman after my own heart. Thank /you/."
Lexie
waves her hands, laughing still. "What? You mean that a chaste monk
serving the god of love isn't an /irony/?
Heaven forbid!" She declares, grinning. "I'll consider it a compliment of the highest order, though.
And to thank you, I'll steal your ballcap that you left. Because I'm an ingrate, to hear the oni.
" She elbows him again,
beaming. "Well, 'Sweetheart', I
think I could get a little used to having you around. Maybe too much for my own good, but I suppose it's not so
bad. I almost regret not finding rings. Of course... Maybe it's that twisted sense
of humor we share."
"Oh,
absolutely, Pumpkin," Chase counters right on back, smile turning into a
rather puckish glimmer. "Hah. Speak for yourself. You can be as twisted as
you like, I've got my boyish charm working for me. And as for rings...
disturbing as all hell. My mom would kill me, although dad might actually like
you. But... the hell with that, come on." He is reaching for her hand,
"Finish your drink. I've been meaning to kiss your ass in that Mario Cart
game we never did finish."
Lexie
slaps her knee, laughing again. "Never been called pumpkin before. But for
you, I'll allow it." She winks, merrily.
"At the moment, you're a little /too/ boyish, don't you think? But
you're lucky if acne skipped you in the first place, you know? " She swigs down the last of her drink,
beaming. "Don't you mean /kick/, dearest? And ah, but it's positively too soon for me
to meet your parents. I'd have to win
over the rest of your family first. And without them making /me/ go to
school!" She tugs him along out of
the bar, smiling wickedly. "Bring it on."
Chase
is just a wee bit tipsy, of course he is going to get his words a little mixed
up now and again. And so he is blinking for a moment, and then blinking for an
even longer one. "Ohhhhh. Whoops. Is that one of those Freudian
slips?" Although he doesn't look all that apologetic, because there is
still the possibility he actually meant to say that. But then he is laughing at
her words once more, snickering now and again as well. "You're paying for
cab fare." Sweet, isn't he?
Lexie
wraps her arm around his waist, with a sly grin. She thought it was funny, either way. "Freud would tear out his hair when confronted with your
psyche, darlin'. But I like ya
anyways.. Oh, fine, fine, I'll be your sugar daddy." She laughs at the thought. "If we run short I'll just have to
swipe Sebastian's credit card again."
Chase
leans into her as they make their way out of the club, "Sugar daddy?"
Okay, that just brings on a new fit of laughter. "Yeah, alright. Although
if you do get that card, then we could pick up some pizza, and ice cream, beer,
maybe rent a couple of DVDs..." He is already making up plans. Yep.
Lexie
mock-flexes, beaming. "Oh, yeah! I wear the pants in this family! I'm the
breadwinner!" She declares, with a renewed fit of laughter. "It wouldn't be the first time. I'm not
certain if he just never checks his statements, or if he tolerates it. Anyways, even though I'm still a pinch-penny
from growing up in East Docks.. I did benefit from selling the garage. I do have more money than I like to let on.
Mainly because I like making the oni pay for stuff. But truthfully I could
probably afford a modest retirement.
We'll grab some DVDs on the way back, and order everything else
delivered." She leans over to
plant a kiss on his be-acne'd cheek.
"Woo. I'm a cradle robber. I must be evil." She ducks forward, and then jogs off to go
hail a cab, giggling the whole time.
Chase
will be a very, very happy seishi when this whole acne thing finally wears off
in the next hour. "Retirement? You old hag, need a retirement already? And
here you were just bitching and moaning about wanting a job. Make up your mind,
woman." He smirks and is darting after her, chuckling. He draws up behind
her, not exactly all that quick in slowing his progress, so he'll more than likely
smack into her back with a fair enough force, arms already slipping about her
waist. "Evil? Do we /even/ want to go there, Yin." The grin that
follows is pure teasing.
Lexie
opens the door of the cab, looking amused. "Yer the one who married an
older woman, you know. Anyways, I don't
want a job for the money. I have ties
in the 'family'. Money will never be
the issue with so many sympathetic cousins.
I just.. I get bored. I want to do something useful. Something that
makes a difference. Does that make sense?
Maybe it's crazy. But when you have
military structure in your life, and you wake up one morning and you have
nothing to do but wait for some god summonings.. It just gets to you, you know?
" She squeaks in lame protest, but
leans back into his touch. Acne or not, he's just so tempting. "Maybe you'll stay after Mario
Cart? I think I'm getting attached to
you. And I bet Benito misses you."
Chase
gives her something of a push to get inside the cab, smiling faintly. He climbs
in as well, sliding over close to her, "No. I know exactly what you mean.
Being bored sucks. Really sucks. Sure. Get a job. Fix cars again? Or stereos?
Be a bicycle messenger. But I'm not real sure if that actually makes a
difference in like... the grand scheme of things, or however you want to do
it." A grin, "I understand where you are coming from." He slumps
in the seat, his head lolling back. "Benito rocks. And sure, I'll
stay."
Lexie
turns and stretches out, draping her legs across his lap. "Naw.
I want to, but duty comes before that.
I'd only mess it up. Or seishi, or oni would. I tried to keep the
garage.. It was the last remnant of what I worked for. Just didn't work. I'll wait until this is
all over, if I live through it. Which, according to Miaka, I won't." Her
expression turns bitter for a moment, before she brightens. "I guess the grand scheme is what
matters. But I'll be glad to have you. " In more ways than one. "And
maybe I'll give /some/ stuff back. Hey pal! Mandarin Plaza. And don't spare the gas, okay?"
Mandarin
Plaza - 1502
It
looks like an average two bedroom apartment. The furniture is second-hand, and
the overall impression is somewhat shabby, with the exception of the
shotgun/rifle collection hanging up on the far wall. Pretty boring place, really, but there's a TV and some game
consoles, at least
Lexie
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Chase
is trailing in after Lexie, "Well, if you want something that doesn't
interfere with duty or some such, you could try something that... well, is a
lot more flexible. I don't know. Writing? Yeah.. Yeah! You could be a writer.
Like those steamy romance books my mom tries to deny reading. Or... Hey! I
know. Your own cook book." He could just go on and one from this little
thread. He keeps one hand attached to her while considering the possibilities.
"Say, you don't happen to take a camera of mine, did you?" Just
remembering that.
Lexie
leads him into the apartment, tossing some of the fixtures of her outfit, like
the choker and the gloves, aside once entering. Damn uncomfortale stuff. "Ha!
I'm no writer. And the stuff I
can cook is just basic Italian faire. I'm not that good. " She also keeps an arm around him, savoring
the warmth and companionship.
"Well, I think I might've. I took anything that looked cool. If I did, it's in a box in my room. I threw all the miscallaneous junk in
there." She grins again, slyly.
"So, Mario Cart, or what do you want to do now?"
"Mario
Cart. If I win, I get to pick what we do next. If you win, you get to pick what
we do next. How about that? Fair?" Chase suggests, although he is shooting
a glance towards her room. "But maybe we could go in there and look -or in
a little bit." He is turning back to her, his smile generous. And it is
the sly smile of her's that is getting to him. "Don't fault me for my
acne," he mutters, amusement present. But it is without further ado that
the teenager is reaching for her, to drag her near for a swift and possessing
kiss.
Lexie
could forget cameras and mario cart easily enough-- She savors the kiss, with a
slow, unhurried passion, unlike the frantic longing that gripped her last
time. Arms wrapping around his waist,
she allows her hands to stray up his shirt and along his back, reluctant to break
away. "Mm.. Mario Cart. Right.. Okay.. You've got a bet,
Chase." She whispers the name, still getting used to the taste of it,
having known him for such a brief time. "Sounds fair."
Chase
is being schooled by Lexie this time. As she takes the moment to enjoy the
kiss, he is already falling into it.
One hand slips around and behind her neck, flingers slipping through her hair
to cup the back of her head. "Uhm.
We could maybe play Mario Cart later..." It isn't going anywhere, and he
is suddenly feeling just as reluctant to move away from her as apparently she
is from him. His smile softens, easing from one of teasing to one of genuine
warmth.
Lexie
breathes out, a soft exhalation of relief.
"Allright." She murmurs. "I think Mario Cart can wait.
" With that, her expression
softens, an rare honest smile lighting up her expression. "We're in no hurry." She murmurs, gently nudging him towards her
bedroom. "I think a camera
might've been in that stuff, by the way. Now that I think of it, anyways.
" She reaches over to the wall as
they enter, almost negligently, flicking off the light-switch. Life is good.