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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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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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"That is what matters, according to Jessica as well." She was often dragged into things because they were 'fun.'
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"There's a club down the block. We can give it a try, and if that doesn't work, you can pick something else." Perhaps this would reassure them both, in case dancing didn't work out.
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"As you wish," she agreed with a faint nod of her head as she started down the street, her green eyes flicking out at the people and cars they passed, constantly checking for danger...some habits never went away.
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He didn't mean that in some weird, demeaning way. She could handle herself, he got it. But part of him really just wanted Laura to relax. He wasn't going to hurt her, and neither was anyone else. Not on his watch.
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"There is little that can go wrong on a simple date, anyway."
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He stuffed his hands into his pockets as they walked, keeping in step with her so that they didn't lose one another amongst the throngs of people pushing their way down Saint Marks Place. That part of town was always crowded, especially so on a weekend night, with all the nine-to-five stiffs ready to let loose and party the night away. Indeed, the other pedestrians were a little pushy, invading the personal space bubbles of everyone they encountered, Roy and Laura included. In response, Roy reached out for Laura, to offer her his arm so that they would not get separated.
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But she was trying, that had to count for something.
When his arm caught her she tensed up, but only for a second before she realized what he was doing, stepping closer at the motion to make certain they weren't knocked apart by random passersby, though her shoulders hunched slightly, unconsciously.
"How far away is this club?"
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"It's just around the corner," he said, glancing back at Laura. And sure enough, there was a small crowd of people gathered around the entrance to a nightclub, waiting for their chance to show their ID and pay the few bucks cover charge for the DJ. As they reached the line, he made to grab his wallet from his back pocket. The idea that Laura might not be able to get in hadn't yet occurred.
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"I did not bring a fake ID," she said, her voice quiet, studied whisper designed for just Roy to hear. "I will need to find another way into the building."
She said it not like 'oh man, what if I can't get in' but simply that she would go and find another way inside. She even started to remove herself from under his arm.
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Or just whatever was around for her to climb down, she could improvise.
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She seemed about to refuse, to tell him to simply go inside and she would meet him there, but finally she nodded. "Fine," as she stepped out of line and started towards the alley she had indicated, managing to look for all the world like she was just supposed to be walking there. Sometimes being trained in infiltration was very useful.
And this way she'd be able to see what he can do.
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Roy followed her, looking just as casual, and without so much as a secondary glance, he easily started scaling the building from a particularly shadowy part of the alley. It was clear that he knew what he was doing, climbing up to rooftops was perhaps more than second nature to him. He had been doing this sort of thing since he was barely out of middle school, after all.
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"I assume you can make that jump?"
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He knew full well that she could, after having seen that graceful show on her way up to the roof, but that didn't mean he was finished watching her. She hadn't been kidding about the knowing how to dance part. The way she moved sort of reminded him of a dancer.
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She took two steps back then, and easily cleared the space between the buildings, landing and turning to wait for him in one smooth motion, her arms crossed. Her hair and jacket were both caught by the wind at that moment, so she probably looked rather impressive, framed by the city lights.
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