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WHO: Shego, Kiden, OPEN
WHERE: Outside a random club
WHEN: Evening. Nightlife is starting to kick in.
SUMMARY: Shego's bored, and needs to start talking to people face-to-face rather than on the communicators.
WARNINGS: Er...mild cursing at most? ~~even though she's a Disney character~~
FORMAT: er...paragraph?

The one thing that was worse than being stuck in this strange, new city was the fact that Shego was stuck in this place (transported here against her will, mind you) and was bored. Bored bored bored. She had lost count as to how many days she had been here, but for each and every one of those days she was bored. The communicator- thing she had received upon arrival was her only source of entertainment, but other than that there was absolutely nothing going on. Well, there was probably a lot going on, after all, this is a city, but there was nothing that interested her.

Due to her immense boredom, she decided to go for a stroll. It was still light out when she began, but after a few hours of just merely wandering around the city, the nightlife was starting to rear its head. Wanting to be a part of this nightlife, the green-skinned woman decided to hit a club. Any club. It could have been a club full of the sleaziest people known to man, and she wouldn't have cared. So long as there were drinks and at least decent music, she was good to go.

So here she was, standing outside of a bar whose name was a mosh of letters, seeing as how some of the neon lights forming the name were smashed or burnt out. Her arms were crossed, eyeballing the bouncer who was either unlatching a cliched red-velvet rope to allow people through, or denying people access by shooing people away with his big, beefy hands. It definitely wasn't THE club to go to, but the line to get in was a decent length. Shego was debating whether she should just sneak in, or wait on line like a good little girl.

Then again, she wasn't exactly good. Or little.

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Kiden found herself walking home from work alone, for once. After a late shift, she'd parted ways with Laura a few blocks back—she was spending the night at her mom's, and while Kiden was welcome, she still wasn't particularly comfortable with the idea. Which meant that Laura wasn't going to be home till the morning, leaving her with a lot of time to kill.

She wandered through the streets, stepping through the pools of light that the street lamps threw against the pavement, and idly slid her hands into the pockets of her pants. Kiden fished out a crushed carton of cigarettes, and tapped the box against her palm. Three cigarettes fell out, and she took one between her fingers, pushing the others back in.

Momentarily breaking her gait to light up, Kiden continued to make her way down the street. She passed rows of shops shut for the night, and then some bars—most of which she'd dropped by in before—and crowds of people outside clubs. Nothing interesting. Well, not until she she passed a woman who looked a little on the green side.

Kiden stopped abruptly, making sure it wasn't the dark messing with her eyes. Nope. Definitely green. Maybe Xavin or Teddy had a cousin visiting Earth for the weekend.

“Hey,” Kiden said, nodding her head in the woman's direction, “You a Skrull, lady?”

Shego was still sizing up the man, surprised that the bouncer hadn't noticed a strange woman staring at him for the past two minutes. She wasn't exactly a fan of bouncers, considering most thought that just because they had the tiniest ounce of power on deciding who can and cannot enter, they believed they were hot shit. Scratch sneaking in, beating up the bouncer, leaving the entrance to the club guardless sounded like an easier idea.

Then again, they do keep the crappy people out... Shego mused, cupping her chin in one hand. Heck, she didn't even know why she was over thinking something as simple as going to a club. Sure, her home...world or whatever didn't have many clubs, but still...why the heck was she taking the time to analyze this situation?

She was just about to go ahead and cut the line to see what would commence, when she was stopped by someone addressing her. She blinked, turning her head to see a stranger (well no duh, everyone was a stranger here) asking her if she was a Skrull.

Shego paused, raising an eyebrow at the foreign word as she turned around to fully face the woman, hands on her hips. "What the heck's a Skrull?"

Kiden took another drag of the cigarette, vaguely recalled that she had quit smoking around Christmas time, and then shrugged. Not a Skrull, then—not that she'd ever considered it a real possibility, but it seemed as good a way as any to start a conversation.

“If you don't know what a Skrull is, then you definitely aren't one,” she said, grinning, “And considering we're standing outside a club, if I were to tell you that they're green, shape-shifting aliens, you'd probably think I was just tripping out.”

Shego wrinkled her nose upon noticing the cigarette. She didn't have anything against the girl...yet, but smoking was just not up her alley. Caused wrinkles, early again, liver spots, yellow teeth, things that corrupted physical features. The green woman rather liked her looks, not to the point of vanity, but it was up there.

Her raised eyebrow seemed to rise even more as the stranger told her what a Skrull was. However, after a second or two her perplexed expression melted, and she smirked. Despite being a rather grumpy individual, she was in a rather good mood today (minus the being bored beyond all means part) and at least this was a break from the monotony.

"Probably. But I figure that's the truth. I mean, being transported to another world is kinda trippy itself, so I'll believe pretty much anything anyone throws at me now." She paused, looking at the stranger. "The name's Shego, by the way. I might as well get to know some people seeing how I'm stuck here for lord-knows-how-long."

Kiden's expression was blank for a long moment, before her mouth suddenly split into a very wide grin. As if finding someone who was ported in wasn't enough to make the evening suddenly a whole of a lot more interesting—Kiden remembered this woman from the boards. Fun.

“The tin can decided to drag you here too, huh? Or his machine, anyway.” Pausing for a moment as she drew on the last of her cigarette, Kiden dropped it to the ground, stomping the end out with the sole of her shoe. “Y'know, we've spoken before. Human Torch—” Kiden said, stretching her hand out.

“Kiden works too,” she added. She jerked her head towards the club. “You want to go in?”

Shego looked at the girl oddly when she began to smirk. What, was she making fun of the name? Sure, Shego wasn't exactly the greatest name, but hey, not like she picked it out. Rather, Hego chose it for her, and it stuck. He liked matching everything...like their suits. That was one good thing about being here, she was as far away from her brothers as possible.

"Yeah, tin can, Metal Man or whatever...never met him, but yeah, his transporter-thingy." She responded, her voice nonchalant. Then the acquaintance stated her alias, and Shego's eyes lit up with recognition. "Oooh, so you're little miss Sunshine." She wasn't exactly one for handshakes, but she took Kiden's hand in her own and shook it lightly anyway. "Nice to meet you in the flesh."

It was then that the blond acknowledged the club, and Shego nodded. "Yeah. Thing is, I don't like waiting in lines. Think we should rough up the bouncer a bit and cause a little anarchy?" She jerked the thumb of her free hand in the direction of the beefy man ushering a scrawny guy away.

Kiden turned her head, following the motion of Shego's gesture. The guy was well-built, at least half a foot taller than her and twice as wide—but when you lived in a city that was suddenly swarming with superheroes and slightly less savoury characters, that didn't seem like much of a challenge, anymore. Of course, she could crack his skull open with a tap of her finger, but she wasn't in the mood to break bones, tonight.

Or any nights, really. Still, Shego had a point—there was nothing to be gained from waiting in line.

“You always do things the hard way?” Kiden asked, and then promptly vanished into thin air.

Almost immediately, to Shego at least, Kiden reappeared, standing behind the bouncer, at the entrance to the club. In actuality, what she'd done was a little more complex, and involved moving through time streams so that she was removed from time itself, slowing everything around her to a halt; but there was little to no point in focusing on the details.

Kiden waved back to her, waiting to see how she'd deal with the situation.

She couldn't help but grin at Kiden's comment. Well, that was the job of a super villain...not to mention his sidekick. To make things as annoyingly hard for the hero as possible. But it wasn't exactly hard for Shego. After all, it took more energy to be nice than it took to be a complete bitch.

"I can't help it if I'm a little impat-" She cut herself off when she noticed that the blond had disappeared, and reappeared behind the bouncer. Shego couldn't help but stare, as well as blink her eyes as though she was trying register what had happened. So...super speed was her game, huh? That was new, to her at least.

She gave a small wave, wiggling her fingers as she gave a somewhat meek-ish, off-guard chuckle, and then intertwined her fingers, cracking them. Seeing as how Kiden was technically at the entrance of the club, Shego decided to make her own way. It was then that the bouncer noticed the green woman looking in his direction, and the beefy man furrowed his brows behind those cliched bouncer sunglasses of his. He was about to glance behind him to see what she was waving to, but before the bouncer could turn his head around completely, he was knocked to the side by a blast of green energy that had formed around Shego's hands, and disappeared after the blast was delivered.

The others waiting in line seemed startled, both by the girl who had suddenly appeared behind the bouncer, as well as the green chick who blasted energy from her hands. They remained in line, as though they were trying to decide whether to storm the club or draw back in fear of these super-powered women (although, with the amount of supers that are apparently in the city, they should be somewhat used to it by now).

Shego casually walked up to Kiden, passing the line of people who were beginning to realize they could get into the club without a hassle. "Let's go in before all these lame-o's start stampeding."

Kiden watched with a raised eyebrow as Shego did something fairly unusual with her hands, but wasn't about to stop her. Hardly subtle, but it seemed to get the job done. Not a single person in the crowd outside seemed to know to react, and so long as there wasn't too much collateral damage, there was nothing wrong with having a bit of fun.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Kiden said, eyes still fixed on the crowd, before turning back to Shego. If anything, this'd provide an interesting story to regale Peter with over breakfast. She hadn't done anything to freak him out in a while—and that was just bad form.

She headed into the club, where the music was playing regardless of what had happened outside, and nobody was any the wiser. Straight to the bar, then—Kiden rested her elbows against the edge, and the barmaid gave her a slightly sceptical look, before shrugging it off. If the bouncer had let her in, then her ID must've checked out. She leaned towards Kiden a little, gesturing that she'd take her order.

“Bottle of, uh—Heineken,” she said, leaning over the bar to check the selection. She turned back to Shego, and had to shout over the music, “What you drinking?”

If there were going to be any repercussions that night, she didn't want to endure them while sober.

It never occurred to her that she might have assisted an under aged girl into a club, but since when was Shego a stickler for the rules? What mattered was that this was the first time she was actually trying to do something in this damn City. If she was going to be stuck here for who knows how long, she might as well enjoy it.

She followed Kiden to the bar, and leaned over to look at the drinks. Back in her world, not only were there very little bars to head out drinking, there were also fewer drinks, so it seemed. Sheesh, it was like she lived in some sort of family-friendly world where everything was rainbows and butterflies and soda. Shego hadn't heard of half of these drinks names. She blinked, barely hearing her newfound drinking buddy's question.

"What?" she half-shouted, "Oh, um...I'll have a..." There was a pause, and she picked out a name of a beer she somewhat recognized. "A bottle of Budweiser." She wasn't exactly in the mood for any of those fancy-sounding drinks.

Shego twiddled her thumbs as she waited, looking over at the younger girl. She would have started a conversation, but of course, she didn't want to start with a stupid cliche, like talking about the weather. Rather, she'd wait for the beer to come and then she'd be able to adjust to the atmosphere.

Booze was always a great icebreaker.

Kiden nodded at her. It was as good a choice as any—beer was beer, and she'd never been particularly fussy.

“And a Budweiser,” she said to the barmaid. The woman opened the bottle and slid it across the bar to Kiden, and Kiden went through the business of paying.

With a drink in each hand, Kiden raised her own to her lips, took a deep swig, and handed Shego over the second bottle. She liked the atmosphere of the clubs. Even if there wasn't any conversation going, it was impossible for there to be any uncomfortable silences, what with the music pounding through them.

Kiden watched the waves of the crowd pulse in time to the music, the glow stick being waved in the dark, and grinned; she'd join them, soon enough. For now, she might as well indulge her new-found friend in some mindless chatter.

Leaning against the bar, Kiden turned her head and asked, “Sooo, come here often?”

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