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.

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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."

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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.

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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.