Yeah, you'd definitely need more meth before you were that trashy. As far as Bucky goes, sorry. He's not the best at people. But yeah, he's good to look at.
That your not-so-subtle indication you wanna throw some back?
When I find one that actually has decent liquor, I shall claim it as my own! Yours is close enough. Also the people are pretty cool and I feel like I could hustle some pool around there
if shit goes south im hiding behind you to avoid damaging this face
[She will just have to keep that in mind. Baking ingredients are apparently highly in demand down here in Little Hades. Junior's on the look out for sugar, too. Might be able to kill two birds with one scone-- stONE... if she can find an angel with a penchant for baked goods.
Later, though. Right now she's gotta find something that doesn't restrict her stupid tail but still looks cute as fuck so she can go meet Rumlow. Hopefully he's not waiting too long when she finally manages the subway and the walking and demonic rush hour which seems to be ALL THE TIME!]
[Rumlow isn't worried about looking cute. His tendency towards fashion is functional, yet aesthetically pleasing. So, one well-fitting olive drab v-neck and a pair of jeans later, he's on his way to meet Kenzi at the bar.
Learning the quickest possible routes to all the places he needs to be is one of the first thing he does when he gets to a new location. Little Hades is no different. So while rush hour impedes him a little, he makes it to the bar with a little time to spare. He ends up waiting for about twenty, but Rumlow's patient and understands she's got a little more of a distance to go. He kicks back as he waits, savoring one drink and reminding himself that the bar food is not worth it.
When she finally pops up, Rumlow gives her a once over and a grin.]
[Her tail swishes slowly behind her, the spade-shaped tip attached to a thin, whip of black or... purple, it's really hard to tell in this shitty lighting. It's definitely not as functional as Rumlow's. No weapons or defensive capabilities yet. It's just kind of aesthetically there, the base joining her spine just above the lowest rise pants she could find. Damn.
She uses his shoulder for leverage as she figures out how to sit on the bar stool like a LADY with all this going on. There. Nailed it. Thanks, bro. ]
Pennies don't even exist in Canada anymore. We just round up. You can't pay with them or anything! Totally useless. Obsolete. You're the opposite of a penny.
[He spots the tail as it flits behind her, brows raising. His own curls in interest as his arm comes up, hand wrapping around hers to help balance her as she sits. When she settles, his hand drops to her thigh instead, giving it a gentle squeeze.]
I ain't Canadian, so I wouldn't know. [Rumlow laughs.] But thanks for saying I'm the opposite of obsolete.
[He turns to get the bartender's attention, directing them towards Kenzi so she can make her order.]
Just consider this an international alliance. Also you're welcome.
[What a gentleman! With the helping and the bartender. She waffles a bit on what shitty-tasting drink to get down here and just settles for what SHOULD be a whiskey but is actually some kind of abomination with no ice and no flavour. Unless you count burning as a flavour.]
So I kinda want to steal your roommate's dog. Thoughts? Concerns? Objections?
[Honestly, any kind of alliance is what Rumlow's looking for. Build up that network. Exploit the useful ones, reward the ones who do well to ensure loyalty.
He eyes her drink and gives the bartender a long look, knowing he gave her well whiskey instead of the good shit. He guesses he'll just order the next one for her.]
I'd say go ahead, except 1) Chase would pitch a bitch fit. And 2) I kind of like it.
[He's like a fucked up dog breeder and she has NOOOOO idea. It's not that she's naive about who you can and cannot trust in Hell, it's just that any ulterior motives he may have don't extend past tapping that again in her mind. Blissful ignorance.]
Chase and bitch fits seem to be a regular occurrence. Is one more really gonna matter that much? But fine. If you like the little guy that much, I'll just have to visit more often.
Yeah, but there's only so many times I can shut him up with my dick.
[Rumlow shrugs. She has to know they're fucking by now. Kenzi seems the observant type. At least, where things that interest her matter. He smiles though, at the the idea of her coming to visit. Bucky might have some issue with her, though it's largely him projecting his own inadequacies, he does like the idea of her making better friends with his small, motley crew.]
[Kenzi was mid-sip when that little nugget of a revelation was dropped on her head, which resulted in her CHOKING on the beverage and coughing it up into her hand. She had an INKLING! She kind of FIGURED that might be how it was, but she didn't actually expect him to just come out and say it!
She and Chase never really addressed the fact that they were fucking the same guy. The only problem Chase even seemed to have with it was volume control. Jesus frick, there are just some things you don't say out loud, Rumlow!]
Warn a girl next time? I mean, I'm not blind but wow. That's just... that's just out there now. Right in the open. Floating around in the ether. Fuck, Rumlow. What is it with you and hot people half your age, huh?
... He's cool with that, though? I mean. Me coming around? [Chase is mature as fuck and cooler than cool, but he's also eighteen. Emotional maturity is sometimes different from regular maturity. She just doesn't want to mess with the kid's head or his feelings. She really likes him!]
[Honestly, watching her reaction is half the fun. He'd be munching some popcorn if he had any. Instead he idly swirls his drink and waits for her to recover. Rumlow shrugs at her, tries to keep his smirk hidden behind his glass as he raises it to his lips. He sips it, free from any spit-take.]
Dunno, they just sort of flock to me. Guess they think I'm hot, too.
[He grins, completely unabashed in his vanity. He doesn't think he's obnoxious with it, so he doubts Kenzi will see the remark as anything more than a tease.]
Chase? Yeah, we're casual. [He's not going to explain to Kenzi that they're more in a business partnership where Chase basically whores himself out to pay for Rumlow's 'protection.'] I think he only worries about you stealing the mutt.
[Stupid Rumlow and his stupid scarred, hot face and his stupid bod and stupid horns and stupid... everything. Yeah, okay, he's a regulation hottie. She can't not smirk at his dumb ego because it's completely WARRANTED!
Still... She doesn't know enough about the situation to have a say in it. Doesn't mean she's not gonna have Chase's back if shit's not kosher. He's a kid. She knows how awesome it can seem to be at the adults table, making big boy decisions you might not even be ready for. She knows how easy it is to get feelings tangled up in something casual. Gonna keep an eye on this.]
He should be worried. Toto's the cutest thing in your house. [She takes another sip of her drink, no choking this time. It's a miracle! Fuck, that's gross. Wince through it, Kenz.] Is that what we are? Casual? I mean, is this like a strictly booty call scenario, or friends with benefits or... obviously, I'm not the relationship type.
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:21 pm (UTC)im ok. kinda missing my drinking buddy
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:26 pm (UTC)That so?
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:28 pm (UTC)Yeah. I guess your super attractive housemate forgot to leave that part in the note...
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:32 pm (UTC)That your not-so-subtle indication you wanna throw some back?
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:36 pm (UTC)Since you met me have i been subtle even ONCE?
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:40 pm (UTC)Never, but to be fair, we haven't know each other long. You could be so subtle you don't even realize it.
But yeah, if you wanna meet up somewhere, we can.
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:49 pm (UTC)I wanna meet up. Your bar?
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Date: 2016-08-17 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-18 01:11 am (UTC)if shit goes south im hiding behind you to avoid damaging this face
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Date: 2016-08-18 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-18 06:19 pm (UTC)Wait.
An hour?
just realized I gotta put clothes on.
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Date: 2016-08-20 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 08:57 pm (UTC)Any requests? I could get you a gold plated candlestick holder! Maybe a nice throw pillow or two. Could brighten up your place.
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Date: 2016-08-22 09:04 pm (UTC)Actually, if you are gonna jack anything? Flour. Or medical supplies.
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Date: 2016-08-22 09:14 pm (UTC)[She will just have to keep that in mind. Baking ingredients are apparently highly in demand down here in Little Hades. Junior's on the look out for sugar, too. Might be able to kill two birds with one scone-- stONE... if she can find an angel with a penchant for baked goods.
Later, though. Right now she's gotta find something that doesn't restrict her stupid tail but still looks cute as fuck so she can go meet Rumlow. Hopefully he's not waiting too long when she finally manages the subway and the walking and demonic rush hour which seems to be ALL THE TIME!]
You weren't lying about the pretty.
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Date: 2016-08-23 09:22 am (UTC)Learning the quickest possible routes to all the places he needs to be is one of the first thing he does when he gets to a new location. Little Hades is no different. So while rush hour impedes him a little, he makes it to the bar with a little time to spare. He ends up waiting for about twenty, but Rumlow's patient and understands she's got a little more of a distance to go. He kicks back as he waits, savoring one drink and reminding himself that the bar food is not worth it.
When she finally pops up, Rumlow gives her a once over and a grin.]
What can I say, I shine up like a new penny.
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Date: 2016-08-23 03:23 pm (UTC)[Her tail swishes slowly behind her, the spade-shaped tip attached to a thin, whip of black or... purple, it's really hard to tell in this shitty lighting. It's definitely not as functional as Rumlow's. No weapons or defensive capabilities yet. It's just kind of aesthetically there, the base joining her spine just above the lowest rise pants she could find. Damn.
She uses his shoulder for leverage as she figures out how to sit on the bar stool like a LADY with all this going on. There. Nailed it. Thanks, bro. ]
Pennies don't even exist in Canada anymore. We just round up. You can't pay with them or anything! Totally useless. Obsolete. You're the opposite of a penny.
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Date: 2016-08-24 10:59 am (UTC)I ain't Canadian, so I wouldn't know. [Rumlow laughs.] But thanks for saying I'm the opposite of obsolete.
[He turns to get the bartender's attention, directing them towards Kenzi so she can make her order.]
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Date: 2016-08-24 02:16 pm (UTC)[What a gentleman! With the helping and the bartender. She waffles a bit on what shitty-tasting drink to get down here and just settles for what SHOULD be a whiskey but is actually some kind of abomination with no ice and no flavour. Unless you count burning as a flavour.]
So I kinda want to steal your roommate's dog. Thoughts? Concerns? Objections?
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Date: 2016-08-26 10:57 pm (UTC)He eyes her drink and gives the bartender a long look, knowing he gave her well whiskey instead of the good shit. He guesses he'll just order the next one for her.]
I'd say go ahead, except 1) Chase would pitch a bitch fit. And 2) I kind of like it.
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Date: 2016-08-26 11:44 pm (UTC)Chase and bitch fits seem to be a regular occurrence. Is one more really gonna matter that much? But fine. If you like the little guy that much, I'll just have to visit more often.
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Date: 2016-08-27 04:27 am (UTC)[Rumlow shrugs. She has to know they're fucking by now. Kenzi seems the observant type. At least, where things that interest her matter. He smiles though, at the the idea of her coming to visit. Bucky might have some issue with her, though it's largely him projecting his own inadequacies, he does like the idea of her making better friends with his small, motley crew.]
As far's you coming around? I'd like that.
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:05 am (UTC)She and Chase never really addressed the fact that they were fucking the same guy. The only problem Chase even seemed to have with it was volume control. Jesus frick, there are just some things you don't say out loud, Rumlow!]
Warn a girl next time? I mean, I'm not blind but wow. That's just... that's just out there now. Right in the open. Floating around in the ether. Fuck, Rumlow. What is it with you and hot people half your age, huh?
... He's cool with that, though? I mean. Me coming around? [Chase is mature as fuck and cooler than cool, but he's also eighteen. Emotional maturity is sometimes different from regular maturity. She just doesn't want to mess with the kid's head or his feelings. She really likes him!]
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Date: 2016-08-28 04:00 am (UTC)Dunno, they just sort of flock to me. Guess they think I'm hot, too.
[He grins, completely unabashed in his vanity. He doesn't think he's obnoxious with it, so he doubts Kenzi will see the remark as anything more than a tease.]
Chase? Yeah, we're casual. [He's not going to explain to Kenzi that they're more in a business partnership where Chase basically whores himself out to pay for Rumlow's 'protection.'] I think he only worries about you stealing the mutt.
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Date: 2016-08-28 04:11 am (UTC)Still... She doesn't know enough about the situation to have a say in it. Doesn't mean she's not gonna have Chase's back if shit's not kosher. He's a kid. She knows how awesome it can seem to be at the adults table, making big boy decisions you might not even be ready for. She knows how easy it is to get feelings tangled up in something casual. Gonna keep an eye on this.]
He should be worried. Toto's the cutest thing in your house. [She takes another sip of her drink, no choking this time. It's a miracle! Fuck, that's gross. Wince through it, Kenz.] Is that what we are? Casual? I mean, is this like a strictly booty call scenario, or friends with benefits or... obviously, I'm not the relationship type.
[Not anymore. Not after Hale.]
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