Getting to know you, subchapter eight: Scouts
Number one rule for speaking to a New Yorker: If you're from Boston do not bring up baseball. As the male Scout's two main icebreakers were baseball and sex, ( and he most certainly did not want to talk about sex with a girl) he was left wishing to avoid his alternate universe counterpart at all costs. Plus, you know the fact that she knocked him out and dragged him into a den full of girls that cut his fingers off kind of put a damper on their relationship.
He was leaving the insane scene presented by the pyros, both fingers reattached by the medic, when he passed by the female scout exiting one of the bathrooms. He nodded tersely, she raised an eyebrow and he began shuffling off in the opposite direction.
" Yo, waittuppa sec." She voiced. He turned, if reluctantly. " Look I'm a Scout, you're a Scout. This'll get confusin' as hell if one of us don' gotta name. I don' give a fuck who you are, I'm Chloe Tez, goodbye." She whirled on her heel to walk away.
" No way is your real last name Tez!"
" Well, you're right it's not. But I would be extremely offended by that if it was, AND is' nonna your fucking business what ma' last name is." Her words flew out like machine gun bullets, each one right after the other and seemingly punching holes in their designated victim. God, Scout hated New Yorkers.
Their entire interaction would have ended there if not for a glow of headlights piercing through the twilight that seeped from a nearby hall window. Chloe dashed over, and soon gave a low whistle.
" Hello, who's this fine thing?"
" What the hella' you talkin' bout? Lemme see." Scout elbowed his way over. In the courtyard down below the back of the base, a van with the logo of TF Industries had pulled in. A well built woman with sleek black hair and round glasses had stepped out, and was making her way inside.
" What, Miss Pauling?" Scout said incredulously.
" Damn, she's real nice. I'd love to-"
" Wait, whoa, whoa! Uh-uh, no way. You ain't doing anything with any bit of her."
" Oh come on, give a girl a break! First day in another universe, I have to use a sci-fi pickup cliche to get in someone's pants."
" First of all, ew." Scout had never understood homosexuality; lesbian sex was not hot no matter what his brothers said. He wouldn't persecute gayness but he still liked to imagine that he lived in a perfect world where everyone is straight and stuff like… gay sex did not exist.
" And secondly, Miss Pauling ain't our type."
" Whattdya mean OUR type?"
" Well you're me, and I know our type. Miss Pauling's not some girl you pick up by paying for the fried chicken, she's a lady. Reads an' shit. She won't be interested in the likes of you or me."
" I'm not you! You're some beatdown, poor kid from the south end of Boston and your team sucks. I got siblings going through college, for free. Not 'cause we're poor or anything, 'cause they're so smart the colleges want them there. You probably just don't wan' me trying for her cause you're a jealous little homophobic pea brain!"
" Well I was here first! I been trying to date Miss Pauling, not just fuck her, date her for forever. You can't just swan in here with your lesbianism and sweep her off her feet, It's not fair! First come first served!"
" Whatever dude. You know what I am gonna get this Pauling chick in under a week, and I'm going to laugh as you squirm over it." Chloe sauntered off towards the direction of the door Miss Pauling was coming in on. Scout didn't know what to do, he could lose all the progress he made with Miss Pauling if she was one of those bisexuals, or whatever. Chloe was not hard on the eyes, he'd say that, it'd be easy for her to get anyone's attention. Should he follow, or not... He started to storm after Chloe, already several yards away, but he stopped himself.
" BITCH!" Was all he called indignantly, and watched as she raised her middle finger in a mocking salute.
Fucking lesbians man.