entitled; How I Met You
summary; "You weren't rambling." I look up to see her standing up, probably heading home. "We were having a conversation."
rating; PG
disclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance's "power couple" or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.
#4 Just a Conversation
I walk into the usual club. It's packed like always- mostly with people my age or at least within a 4 year limit of it, give or take. The music is some Irathian song, that's different; usually they play a Castithan artist on the speakers- any Voltan song would do, but they always played who packed the crowd meaning there had to be more Irathians than usual. Strange. I shrug it off as I walk over to the bar off to the side, not really up to the standards that one would have if they were at the NeedWant, but usually people only go there for the hookers or the cards. I took my seat atop the stool and ordered myself a normal drink. I didn't feel like parting lately which is why my friends had left me behind tonight, letting me wonder the streets in boredom before trudging my way here.
It's the same every night really. I come, I drink, I dance, I leave, I gamble, I sleep; nothing new, nothing fun. The same thing everyday isn't life- its routine and I can't deal with it- how do people deal with it? How do people take every day and confine it to a list-
"How about you take your hands and move them?" I hear from behind me. I turn in my seat to see a girl- a human girl rush away from the crowd. A human guy follows after her, reaching for her hand- she seems to be trying to put as much distance in between them as possible. This was something totally different, totally new. I could help her- help a human; that would be entirely different from everyday events.
"Christie, come on!" He calls after her, pulling on her arm, twisting her around against her will. "Let's just go back out there and dance!" He pleads trying to pull her back to the dance floor covered with Voltans and humans alike. She twists her arm away from him, only to have him latch on a second later. I hop off my stool, leaving my barely touched drink behind me- even if it did add variety, this geicho* is drunk. I let my body weight shift so I'm leaning against the bar. "Dude, the girl doesn't wanna dance." I say in my mother's tongue. They both turn to look at me, both with furrowed brows. I roll my eyes- more so at him, than the girl. "She doesn't want to dance. Move on." I speak in English this time, letting him catch every word that passes between my lips. He laughs and approaches me, using the walk that a guy who thinks he's a big bad uses to assert authority.
"Yeah?" He asks, his eyebrows shooting up- a challenge. My fingers itch to grasp for my blade, but I keep them folded in place. "Says who? A haint?" He laughs out loud and that draws over a few unwelcome eyes; I keep a straight face, letting the insult slide.
"No," I shake my head, I lean in close and whisper for his ears alone, "Alak Tarr." His eyes open wide as I lean back into my old position. "Oh, so you know my name?" I ask coyly as he takes a step back and nods. He shoots a look to Christie and then back to me, then back to her; as if he was trying to decide to save his own skin or save hers too. In the end he goes with option A. I turn back around and climb back onto my stool, taking a sip from my now warm drink.
I feel someone take the seat next to me. "Thanks." I hear and turn my head toward the voice, seeing the girl who I 'saved' from the obsessive guy. "That guy was a lackey of my brother who was getting a bit too comfortable with me." Her face grows into a shade of red with a added expression of disgust and I can't help but chuckle.
"You're welcome." I respond with. She turns fully toward me, swinging her legs to the side and everything. I take notice that she is dressed in human partying attire: a light blue dress and brown tights. She has on a pair of black, combat boots that lace up to the bottom of her calf with a blue jacket that has white sleeves and a light blue stripe down the side. "Can I ask you a question?" She interrupts my once- over and I look into her eyes, which are a deep, warm brown that matches her dark brown hair that is pulled back in to a pony tail that most humans wear. I shrug to answer her question, but go back to my thoughts. This girl is really attractive.
"Why did you help me?" She leans her head over to the side and crosses her legs at the same time. "Most of your kind would've looked the other way." She- No, Christie points out.
I decide to give her an honest answer. "Most of my days are spent the exact same and I wanted something different to shake it up." I shrug, "I figured that saving a girl, a human girl- mind you, would accomplish what I was seeking to do-"
"Shake up your system?" She asks me. "Pretty much. And now I'm rambling on to a beautiful girl who probably has a tone of other things she could be doing." I say in a rush as I look back down in my drinks. I hear a low laugh from my left, the side she is on and I feel even more foolish. Why did I say beautiful? I could've gone with human!
"You weren't rambling." She interrupts, once again, my inner tirade and berating. I look up to see her standing up and straightening out her jacket, probably heading home. "We were having a conversation." I smile at her and she begins to walk away.
"Hey!" I call out and she stops, "What's your name?" I ask. I know her first is Christie, but what of the rest?
"Christie McCawley." She answers, stand still in her spot. McCawley- I rummage my mind for the names meaning; I look up at her and suddenly I can see the resemblance.
"Rafe's kid." I say absentmindedly. "What of it?" She responds, a corner of her lip pulling up.
"My dad and your dad hate each other." I respond.
"That's my dad. I don't see why we have to hate each other- we all live in the same world, have to get along sometime, right?" She answers my silent question. I return her grin as she turns from me and walks out of the club. Seems fitting, she didn't really fit in to begin with. Too different, too new for this world; new and different- just what I was searching for. I smile into my glass for the first time this night.
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