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A constellation of tears on your lashes
WHO: Roy Harper & Laura Kinney
WHERE: Dallas BBQ Restaurant
WHEN: Friday night
WARNINGS: Discussion of non-con/abuse.
SUMMARY: Roy takes Laura on an ill-planned date and talking happens.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
Their brief encounter at the auction left Roy with more questions than answers about Laura, though one thing seemed certain: she didn't at all strike him as the roller rink type. It took a little thought, but he'd come up with the barbecue place as an alternative, figuring that there would be good food and tasty frozen drinks, and if they decided to go elsewhere after dinner, it would be a fine preamble.
He'd arranged to pick her up at 8pm and had arrived casually dressed in jeans and a plain red teeshirt. He seemed laid back, much like the establishment. It was busy, but not overwhelming, with the smokey scent of babyback ribs wafting through the air and the laughter of college kids tipsy off daiquiris filling the room. It was fun, and Roy sincerely hoped it would translate to his evening with Laura.
"You gotta try this one drink they've got," he said, pointing to the list of frozen options on the menu. "It's called Miami Vice. It tastes like how being on a vacation feels."
WHERE: Dallas BBQ Restaurant
WHEN: Friday night
WARNINGS: Discussion of non-con/abuse.
SUMMARY: Roy takes Laura on an ill-planned date and talking happens.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
Their brief encounter at the auction left Roy with more questions than answers about Laura, though one thing seemed certain: she didn't at all strike him as the roller rink type. It took a little thought, but he'd come up with the barbecue place as an alternative, figuring that there would be good food and tasty frozen drinks, and if they decided to go elsewhere after dinner, it would be a fine preamble.
He'd arranged to pick her up at 8pm and had arrived casually dressed in jeans and a plain red teeshirt. He seemed laid back, much like the establishment. It was busy, but not overwhelming, with the smokey scent of babyback ribs wafting through the air and the laughter of college kids tipsy off daiquiris filling the room. It was fun, and Roy sincerely hoped it would translate to his evening with Laura.
"You gotta try this one drink they've got," he said, pointing to the list of frozen options on the menu. "It's called Miami Vice. It tastes like how being on a vacation feels."
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"Mostly reality television. Or dramas. Whatever Jessica wishes to watch," Laura didn't care. Unless she missed an episode. Which no one would ever know. "Jessica is my roommate, and Jason is her boyfriend. Although he is in prison at the moment, so she has mostly been at home." Or moping.
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"I don't watch a lot of TV," he added quickly a moment later. "Just, you know, regular stuff. Sports, most often. I like to have it on in the background when I'm working."
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"I prefer to watch the news, if I have the television on at all," which she didn't, really, unless Jessica was home or she was in one of those occasional funks she got where she would lay around doing nothing.
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Or war books, but she wasn't going to bring that up.
"What do you do?" And now to get the topic off herself. Somehow.
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Of course, that was leaving out the most important hobbies of his life, shooting arrows and shooting guns. But truthfully he hadn't been doing much of that lately, in favor of playing the part of Kato to Tony Stark's Britt Reid. Roy missed shooting though. It was a part of himself, as natural to him as walking was to other people, and he longed to get back into the habit.
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"Do you fight?" It was bound to come up eventually, right?
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When he spoke, there was a distinct sense of pride in his voice, and while Roy could certainly brag about his achievements, he didn't quite stray into that territory. After all, Laura owned a dojo and apparently enjoyed kicking people's asses on the regular. He wanted to impress her, not goad her into a demonstration that would result with him having his ass handed to him.
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"I would like to see you fight sometime," she added. There weren't many people who started that young, Laura wanted to see how it effected someone.
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And he wouldn't go easy on her, either. If she was a clone of a man who would withstand a nuke, she could probably handle a fight against an average baseline human.
"But if you use your claws, it's only fair that I can bring my bow."
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"If you like, I will not use my claws regardless. I would not wish to permanently injure you."
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"We shall just have to see how it goes, then." Assuming the date went well enough that either of them wished to speak to the other afterwards.
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"So, where are you from, originally? Me, I'm from out west. I grew up in Arizona, on the Navajo reservation, actually." He shook his head, wondering if that land is much different here than back home. "But I bounce around a lot. Star City, Metropolis, New York, I get around."
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"I like it here," she finally said, smiling faintly into her drink. "This was a second chance, I believe I have..." She wasn't quite certain what she had managed, but it did not feel like failure.
"I would not wish to return to my old world, if the option arose."
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"But what about your friends and family? Your mom? I bet she misses you. Or would, whatever. However time works."
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And she wasn't really certain how many of the X-men back home were even her friends, at this point. Man her life was crummy.
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"I'd go back," he finally said, lamely. "I have a daughter. It sucks being without her."
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"I believe most people would return, if given the choice," she agreed with a faint nod of her head. "I am just not one of them."
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He could get behind that idea, even if his love for Lian superseded that entirely. He'd had his own second chance, he knew the importance of that feeling.
"Let's get out of here." He said, pushing the cornbread aside. "Do you dance, Laura? I want to take you dancing."
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"I know how," she finally said, looking up at him. "Jessica goes sometimes." She hesitated. "I would not mind going dancing." It was as close to a yes as he'd get, probably.
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"I'm gonna warn you, I'm actually a terrible dancer." That was a bit of a lie, he was actually very well coordinated, but he figured it might help put her at ease. "So if I step on your feet or something, I apologize in advance."
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"I was professionally trained to dance," sort of. It wasn't really the same kind of dancing, but what she had been taught by the Facility was certainly still applicable. "But I will overlook your mistakes."
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