Occasionally, when Cel and Nik could bribe off the babysitters, or got desperate enough to make a pathetic scene of themselves begging and groveling, they would shove off the Horde to that poor (typically unsuspecting, for those that knew the Horde never made this mistake two) victim/babysitter and took the day off.
And on such occasions, Cel, Nik, Hugues and Payne had always made it a point to do what all self-respecting, responsible adults did in the Slums when suddenly devoid of such responsibilities: to pursue the bender to end all benders.
“You’re going down this time, pretty boy.” Payne rested her heavy leather boots on top of dinner room table. In a tank top, her only concession to the oppressive summer heat, Payne's black and red tattoos curled around her arms, contrasting sharply with her white unmarked skin. The tattoos danced as she flexed her muscles and rolled her shoulders.
Hugues just smiled in his special LaRue way – the kind of smirk that he wore just before eviscerating an opponent’s company, confiscated all their cars,and posted embarrassing and incriminating photos on the Viewer just for the hell of it.
"Settle down children." Nikolai kicked the kitchen door open, arms full with two crates of Slum beer (an acquired taste). He dropped them on the ground, and dusted his hands off on his pants. "Pick your poison."
Hugues grabbed two and in one smooth motion, popped the lid off against the table top and offered one to Payne.
"You're scratching my furniture, and Payne, get your dirty boots off the table - the kids are eating off that." Cel shoved the door open and swung in, six crates piled high. Little droplets of sweat rolled down the curve of her breasts and her arms, emphasizing her muscles, though it was more a testament to the heat than any real exertion.
“Oh, stop your yapping, you overpowered freak,” Payne grumbled but swung her legs off nonetheless. The bottle Hugues had handed her was already half empty.
Cel and Nik both took their seats, and the game started.
“I wish Nik would stop drinking that tea,” Cel let the word drip out of her mouth like it was a particularly dirty word. “He gets even worse caffeine high than I do.”
Nik knocked back half the bottle. “There’s nothing wrong with tea.”
Cel just looked at him as if he had explained everything that was wrong with his upbringing.
“Hugues need to get that stick outta his ass every time we catch a thief or robber. If I have to listen to one more lecture on the wonders of youth and living in accordance with Flare laws….” Payne waved her bottle in a vaguely threatening manner at Hugues.
Hugues drank but not before whispering some, probably obscene, phrases in Payne’s ear judging by how her face turned the color of sunsets. Cel and Nik snickered into their bottles.
“Sunburn.” Payne snapped in their direction when she finished flustering.
“Of course chico.” Nik’s slum accent always grew stronger as his inhibitions dropped. “Funny how you get those even though you haven’t set foot outside this building yet today.”
Payne kicked him viciously under the table.
By the time noon rolled around, endless bottles littered the dining room. Cel and Nik each huddled over their respective bottle as if the mystery of the universe can be found within them. Hugues and Payne had somehow ended up in the same chair and Hugues was wearing that goddamn smirk again.
“I wish….I wish Cel would never leave.” Nik’s words slurred as he tried to form a coherent sentence.
“What, what? I’m not going anywhere.” She tried to pat him consolingly on the arm, missed, and ended up stroking the table top.
“Not yet…But someday ya’ll meet some guy not so emoshio-emo-emo-…bad at relashi-rela-rela…being with you.”
Payne slammed her hands down on the table. She got more and more aggressive as her alcohol rates rocketed. “Damn straight! You-you-you tell her Nik! She and Hugues, they don’t get it.” She shook her head emphatically. “They don’t see it. No, no, no, damn bastards.”
She took another swig, and swiped the foam off the corner of her mouth with one hand. “Making us fall in lo..like them and they don’t even see what they’re doing to us.”
Nik made to raise his bottle and his eyes rolled back into his skull. He wavered for second in his seat before falling over the side with a crash.
“…oops.” Cel poked him lightly with a foot, like a child poking a bug to see if it will move. “Sho, who’s next?”
***
The next morning, when the Horde trampled through the house, intent on showing off everything they had from their sleepover, Cel and Payne had to be talked out of committing suicide and genocide respectively. Nik had locked himself in the basement when no one was paying attention and the six-inch pure steel door stayed locked even when Hugues tried to tempt him out with food and aspirins.
“Goddess have mercy,” Cel groaned from the couch. “Why did we decide to do something like yesterday again?”
Payne scoffed from the loveseat. “Hell if I know. I don’t even remember what anyone said.”
Cel made some noise of agreement. “Bet you anything Nik doesn’t remember anything either.”
“Che. Can anyone remember anything after all those bottles?” Payne answered before rushing yet again to the bathroom to pay tribute to the porcelain gods.
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Mirai - Promt 3
Date: 2009-10-09 04:04 am (UTC)And on such occasions, Cel, Nik, Hugues and Payne had always made it a point to do what all self-respecting, responsible adults did in the Slums when suddenly devoid of such responsibilities: to pursue the bender to end all benders.
“You’re going down this time, pretty boy.” Payne rested her heavy leather boots on top of dinner room table. In a tank top, her only concession to the oppressive summer heat, Payne's black and red tattoos curled around her arms, contrasting sharply with her white unmarked skin. The tattoos danced as she flexed her muscles and rolled her shoulders.
Hugues just smiled in his special LaRue way – the kind of smirk that he wore just before eviscerating an opponent’s company, confiscated all their cars,and posted embarrassing and incriminating photos on the Viewer just for the hell of it.
"Settle down children." Nikolai kicked the kitchen door open, arms full with two crates of Slum beer (an acquired taste). He dropped them on the ground, and dusted his hands off on his pants. "Pick your poison."
Hugues grabbed two and in one smooth motion, popped the lid off against the table top and offered one to Payne.
"You're scratching my furniture, and Payne, get your dirty boots off the table - the kids are eating off that." Cel shoved the door open and swung in, six crates piled high. Little droplets of sweat rolled down the curve of her breasts and her arms, emphasizing her muscles, though it was more a testament to the heat than any real exertion.
“Oh, stop your yapping, you overpowered freak,” Payne grumbled but swung her legs off nonetheless. The bottle Hugues had handed her was already half empty.
Cel and Nik both took their seats, and the game started.
“I wish Nik would stop drinking that tea,” Cel let the word drip out of her mouth like it was a particularly dirty word. “He gets even worse caffeine high than I do.”
Nik knocked back half the bottle. “There’s nothing wrong with tea.”
Cel just looked at him as if he had explained everything that was wrong with his upbringing.
“Hugues need to get that stick outta his ass every time we catch a thief or robber. If I have to listen to one more lecture on the wonders of youth and living in accordance with Flare laws….” Payne waved her bottle in a vaguely threatening manner at Hugues.
Hugues drank but not before whispering some, probably obscene, phrases in Payne’s ear judging by how her face turned the color of sunsets. Cel and Nik snickered into their bottles.
“Sunburn.” Payne snapped in their direction when she finished flustering.
“Of course chico.” Nik’s slum accent always grew stronger as his inhibitions dropped. “Funny how you get those even though you haven’t set foot outside this building yet today.”
Payne kicked him viciously under the table.
By the time noon rolled around, endless bottles littered the dining room. Cel and Nik each huddled over their respective bottle as if the mystery of the universe can be found within them. Hugues and Payne had somehow ended up in the same chair and Hugues was wearing that goddamn smirk again.
“I wish….I wish Cel would never leave.” Nik’s words slurred as he tried to form a coherent sentence.
“What, what? I’m not going anywhere.” She tried to pat him consolingly on the arm, missed, and ended up stroking the table top.
“Not yet…But someday ya’ll meet some guy not so emoshio-emo-emo-…bad at relashi-rela-rela…being with you.”
Payne slammed her hands down on the table. She got more and more aggressive as her alcohol rates rocketed. “Damn straight! You-you-you tell her Nik! She and Hugues, they don’t get it.” She shook her head emphatically. “They don’t see it. No, no, no, damn bastards.”
She took another swig, and swiped the foam off the corner of her mouth with one hand. “Making us fall in lo..like them and they don’t even see what they’re doing to us.”
Nik made to raise his bottle and his eyes rolled back into his skull. He wavered for second in his seat before falling over the side with a crash.
“…oops.” Cel poked him lightly with a foot, like a child poking a bug to see if it will move. “Sho, who’s next?”
***
The next morning, when the Horde trampled through the house, intent on showing off everything they had from their sleepover, Cel and Payne had to be talked out of committing suicide and genocide respectively. Nik had locked himself in the basement when no one was paying attention and the six-inch pure steel door stayed locked even when Hugues tried to tempt him out with food and aspirins.
“Goddess have mercy,” Cel groaned from the couch. “Why did we decide to do something like yesterday again?”
Payne scoffed from the loveseat. “Hell if I know. I don’t even remember what anyone said.”
Cel made some noise of agreement. “Bet you anything Nik doesn’t remember anything either.”
“Che. Can anyone remember anything after all those bottles?” Payne answered before rushing yet again to the bathroom to pay tribute to the porcelain gods.
Hugues just smirked.