Clumsy Cathy - Open

[Reggie Earle]

Reggie suppressed a giggle as she read her boyfriend's latest text message. It was too bad that he had to cancel their outing today because Jean was sick and RC was taking care of the poor guy. So she went out to get hot chocolate with the works from Kali's.

She was waiting for her order by the stools as their texts sailed between them. It wasn't like they hadn't spent every free time they both had talking to each other practically every day. No...of course not.

His latest text message had her covering her mouth to physically stop herself from grinning to widely. "Reggie? Your hot chocolate's ready." The server tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to face her. "Thank you, Lis." She beamed, paying for her drink and slipping off the stool with the drink in hand, all the while checking her phone for any messages.

So lost was she in checking that she didn't realise there was someone in front of her until she felt the biting hot liquid run down her [thankfully] dark shirt. The heat awakened her meta senses and without warning, her whole body changed to a very unattractive puce as she looked down at herself. "Oh boy." She slipped her phone in her purse and looked up at the person she bumped into.

"You didn't get any on you, did you?" She asked, checking the person for any stains.

[Max Rose]

"HOLY CHRIST ON A CRACKER!" yelled Max, jerking back. The searing pain that came from having hot chocolate dumped on her had hit the girl hard. Actually, Max was overreacting, and would probably have admitted it if pressed. But the hot chocolate hitting her exposed arm kind of sucked, and the resulting pain wasn't exactly expected.

Max's instant reaction was to lightly punch Reggie back, sliding along the sensation as well. Let the other girl feel the burn. No point in having a power like this if you didn't abuse use it. It was after the hit that Max noticed a few details about Reggie. Mostly the puce thing, because that was hard not to notice. Max also felt like she'd seen the girl before, which resulted in one of those awkward moments where someone was pointing and "fish-mouthing" while the words just weren't coming out.

"Hey, you went to Hammel, right?" she finally spurted out. "Sorry about the whole tapping thing. Here," Max tapped again, sucking not only her passed pain but anything Reggie had been feeling. This she passed along to the nearest guy he could find, muttering a "suck it up" when he yelped. Better things to worry about, Max had.

"So, where have I seen you before? Because you look familiar... did I kick your ass or something? Drama club? That would explain the chameleon thing. Or maybe we dated...?" Max paused, staring at the girl. Nah, surely she'd remember dating someone who changed colors. Probably. No, definitely. That would've come up. Plus, Max usually remembered the people she dated. Wasn't like there were that many.

"Maybe we knew someone who dated?" yeah, she wasn't giving up until the dots were connected, dammit.

[Reggie Earle]

In addition to the already scalding heat on the front of her shirt, Reggie suddenly felt her hand burning and she yelped. "Ow, ow, ow." She shook her arms to get rid of the pain but as soon as she felt it, it was gone. And the girl was apologising and asking if she went to Hammel.

Reggie could see that people were looking and not only because of her colour. She had to concentrate hard to bring it down to at least a light pink shade. "Um...yeah. I went to Hammel." She laughed, gesturing to her state before pulling the girl away from someone trying to pass through. "Do you mind going to bathroom with me? I'll clean you up. Least I can do." She said with furrowed eyebrows.

"Um...no, I was never in drama club. And...no," Reggie laughed lightly at the prospect of forgetting a girlfriend. "We've never dated. I would have remembered." She walked in the direction of the bathroom, hoping the redhead would follow. It would be awkward if she didn't.

"We must have bumped into each other in the corridors." Reggie offered.

[Braxton Carson]

He had been doing errands all day in Pilot Ridge when his body demanded a coffee break with, perhaps, that day's cigarette. Kali's cafe wasn't his favorite place for coffee in PR, not because of the coffee, which was actually pretty good, but because he always ran into school people there and since he never had friends there, and actually had tons of people that disliked him, or the opposite, it was just a bad idea, but unfortunately the smell of coffee was too tempting like to abstain himself and look for another place for his coffee break.

Braxton shrugged every negative thought off and crossed his fingers as he entered. He sighed in relief, no one he recognized, then again, he didn't let his guard down, there could still be people who recognized him. Crazy exes, crazy exes' boyfriends, crazy exes' ex-boyfriends that were cheated on with Braxton. His list of bad deeds in Hammel, and college already, was long, but just had a little faith. Even if he didn't believe in luck, he was a lucky guy anyway.

Or at least he was up until the point where after receiving his delicious black coffee in the counter, a burning sense invaded his arm after passing next to a couple of girls. Confused, he stopped walking a few steps away from them while examining everything was fine, and it was, even if the sensation was still there. Hmm... He scratched the back of his head while sipping his coffee and thinking what had happened. Following his steps back in his mind, he turned around to see the two girls talking.

Oh my holy god... thanks... He smiled devilish as a combination of sex-inclined lines of thought, prior obsession with the subject and overhearing their conversations led him to a rather quick conclusion. Lesbo... fucking... alert... Braxton bit his lip as he walked up to then.

"Oh my god..." He said loudly, making sure both heard him as they walked to what seemed the general direction of the bathrooms. "You are..." He bit his lip and kept smiling while opening his eyes widely and raising his chin a couple of times in quick succession. "Aren't you? That is so hot." His face expression pretty much summed up how many dirty things were passing through his mind. "So, so hot."

He sipped from his coffee again. Suddenly he had forgotten all about the burning sensation

[Max Rose]

"Awesome, so knew I'd seen you---you're pink now," said Max, openly staring. Sure, she'd grown used to the abilities and such over the course of several years at Hammel, but that didn't mean that she wasn't allowed to react to someone shifting shades. "Yeah, no way we dated. I would have remembered," she waved a hand at the colored skin, clearly indicating what exactly she'd have remembered.

"Cleaning sounds awesome, but I think you're worse off than me," said Max. She showed her arm, where the bared skin had been burnt by the coffee. There was a brilliant red mark where the skin was normally white, though it didn't hurt, of course. Max was even half tempted to poke it, but instead just shrugged. "I'm cool with helping or something though, and I think I got something on my shoes."

It turned out there was some chocolate on Max's sneakers, which would definitely need cleaned before they stained. She started following when she heard the comment. That made her stop, turning slowly to see someone who just screamed jackass. Her fists clenched, and before she knew it, her arm was thrown around Reggie, a smile on her face.

"Maybe we are. Maybe we're wandering in there to make out and rub all over each other. Because lesbians totally do that. Not that you would know," said Max. Her mouth was clearly running without its owner's permission. Again. "That's okay though. You can just go home and load up your computer for some personal time of your own."

Really, Max just wanted to punch the guy in the face, and she was seriously considering just doing it because she could.

[Reggie Earle]

Reggie looked down at her skin and shrugged. "Yeah, well...I can't fully turn it off now so I just have to wait until it dies down." She giggled softly before tilting her head to the side at the redhead's statement. "Yeah, you'd definitely remember dating someone who could look like a blueberry on command."

She winced at the mark and gave the girl a sheepish grin. "I'm still very, very sorry about that." Reggie ran her fingers through her hair. That the girl decided to follow Reggie made her feel a little better anyway but they were stopped by someone she sort of recognised vaguely who started sputtering.

When the redhead sidled up against Reggie and talked about lesbians, the chromokinetic blushed hotly but said nothing. She did, however, giggle at that last bit. She couldn't help it.

"Um...yeah, we should just go to the bathroom." Reggie said before she could say anything horribly immature.

[Braxton Carson]

The way countless images of the two girls doing the nasty rained in Braxton's mind was totally ignore the fact that one of the girls' skin was unusually colored. The way the red-haired one talked made her look even sexier. Oh god she's the guy. He bit his lip once more. He could totally picture her being bossy in bed, throwing the other one around and ordering her to do naughty stuff. I bet she totally has a dominatrix outfit! Yup, thankfully only he knew this, but he was excited now. As in physically excited.

"Really?!" Brax believed every single word that came out of the "guy-chick". His eyes were wide and his voice was showed angst. "And can I like watch? Oh please!" He almost jumped up and down saying that, but he restrained himself, he didn't want to look silly. "And can I take pics?" He was honestly hoping they would say yes, which actually seemed like something possible in his mind. "I totally swear I won't upload them to any website."

He was totally thinking on uploading them as soon as he arrived home if they were going to let him. Actually he was thinking of mass-mailing them to his fratmates. God, he could already hear his brothers congratulate him for getting pics of hot lesbians making out in a bathroom. He was already in his way to be a star in the local Kappa-Sigma, doing this would totally earn him recognition beyond Vermont's frat. It would be his first step towards becoming the next "The Pie and The Gullet" guy. His mouth watered even more.

"YES! YES!" He almost yelled after the colored girl spoke."Let's all go to the bathroom, yes!" He walked a couple of steps until he was ahead of the girls in the path towards the bathrooms, where he took his cellphone and turned around. "So you guys want video or just pics?" He started manipulating his cellphone, looking for the option to record videos. "Torchs have a neat video quality. Or we could do both, I don't know, I'm a gentleman so I'll let you decide."

[Max Rose]

"Pfft, the blueberry thing is super hot. It's like one of the sexiest super-powers ever. Seriously," insisted Max, further proving that filters simply didn't exist with this girl. Then there was much touching and lesbian innuendos, which apparently sailed right over this guy's head. Max ended up sighing, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. Guys, seriously. If they weren't sometimes so cool, she'd think all they thought about was their lower equipment.

"No, you can't take pics. No, you're not following us. No, you--- you know what?" Max threw up her hands. "I'm going to punch you. In the face. Because you're somehow still talking and all I'm hearing is 'please punch me in the face super hot redhead girl.' So, yeah, face-punching time."

There would be no other warning. There hadn't even been a tone shift. Max had continued ranting and rambling without any clear indication that anything special was about to happen. That certainly didn't stop her hand from snapping up, the fist heading directly for Braxton's eyes. She was hoping for the element of surprise to connect, and then was hoping she'd nail him right between the eyes.

Because that was just how she rolled.

[Reggie Earle]

Reggie laughed incredulously at the redhead's comeback. The twenty year old collegiate highly doubted turning blue was sexy but if the girl insisted on it, Reggie wouldn't say anything against it.

The chromokinetic didn't even have time to react when the redhead's fist headed towards the boy's face. She did however gasp in surprise since the punch jostled her a bit because the redhead still had her arms around Reggie.

Taking a step back, she calmed herself down as people started to stare. Everything had happened like a domino effect. And Reggie had been the first domino. "Um, you guys...uh people are staring." She was at a loss for words and people really were staring.

[Braxton Carson]

"Oh, you're tough." Braxton quickly said to the red-haired as she spoke up. Quick images of rough lesbian sexy-time passed his head as his right eyebrow moved up and he turned his face to direct his attention to the other girl. "I bet you like it when she spanks y..."

Blank.

Cup of coffee falls.

Two steps back.

Pain.

"Fuck!" He immediately covered his right eye, already feeling how it slowly got swollen. "You dyke, what the fuck?"

Braxton couldn't really believe he had just been punched by a girl. Slapped, he could take it, heck, his cheeks were already of steel, but punched? Lesbo had to be. He looked around. The whole cafe was actually as shocked as him and some were even laughing. He just wished no one had a camera in hand.

"Whatever this is, I'm gonna need that you take this outside, please." One of the cafe's clerks quickly came and motioned the three of them towards the exit.

"Great. See, now I don't have my coffee." Braxton wasn't really mad, and it showed in his voice. "So this means what? No pics? Ok fine." He caressed his, he guessed purple, eye as he walked out of the cafe, shooed by the clerk. "I know we all said and did things that we shouldn't have done or said. I'm sorry, I know you are too." His head turned to face the girls with his, fortunately, undamaged half-smile. "What do you say, if you two kiss, we'll call it even."

Yes... apparently it would take more than a punch to stop Braxton from trying to get his way with this one. If you ask him, however, he'd say he was unstoppable, and unfortunately experience and history showed that even though he was not unstoppable, he had a tendency to get things to work his way. It was probably just a matter of time, perseverance and restlessness.

[Max Rose]

"Let 'em stare!" said Max, waving her arms. Perhaps if she hadn't already imbibed a few cups of coffee, she would be a little more controllable. Then again, this was Max, who was perhaps far too aptly named. Mentally, she was already kicking Braxton in the only part of him that apparently thought coherently or functioned properly. But store clerks were arriving, telling the group that they needed to take it outside.

"Because you could totally move me," replied Max. She glared for a few seconds, but most likely Reggie would prove level headed enough to start directing Max away from people to punch. Max would prove highly directable, if only because she was too busy deciding who she should be punching to actually go about punching people. In addition to the clerk who'd approached and Braxton, several others had started outright staring, which caused Max to start yelling at them. Profanities filled the coffee shop.

But they'd likely make it our more or less in one piece. Max even started mumbling apologies to Reggie, since the poor girl had had little to nothing to do with it, except spilling her own drink on her. However, just as Max was starting to cool, Braxton had to speak up again.

"Teeth," said Max. She was going to jerk and throw another punch at said portion of anatomy, but it was entirely likely that Reggie might figure things out and stop her. If not, those knuckles were aimed directly at the pearly whites now...

[Reggie Earle]

Reggie gasped in surprise when the punch connected and the boy swore. The young woman frowned deeply and made a sound of disapproval, glaring at him. "Don't call her that. That's rude and very unmanly of you." The dark haired collegiate pulled her friend back, unaware that her skin tone was now back to normal.

And before the younger girl could get another punch in, Reggie pulled her out of the cafe, still wet and now without her hot chocolate. What a day. "Okay, cool down Million Dollar Baby." Reggie turned to hold up one hand to the cafe's employee in apology as she practically frogmarched her new friend away from the establishment, praying to God the filthy mouthed boy didn't follow them.

"Well...that was eventful." Reggie mumbled, pulling the front of her sticky shirt away from her.

[OOC: Braxton is welcome to follow them out if he wants ^^]

[Braxton Carson]

Fortunately lesbian number two attempted to pacify the redhead. Braxton didn't really wanted another hit and he was alert enough this time to successfully do something about if lesbian number one attempted a second punch him. What is she so aggressive, though? I'm like such a charm. Yes, Braxton was that egocentrical and that unaware of what people really thought about him. Believe it or not, when he was much younger, he actually thought "douche" was a compliment for some weeks when people started calling him that.

"Oh come'on!" He decided to walk behind the two women. "You just said you were going to make out, be sexy and dirty and whatnot in the bathroom anyway. Why can't I just watch?" Braxton didn't understand irony that well. "Are you two shy, is that it?"

What was really up with these girls? True, he hadn't met any lesbian in his life, but somehow he thought lesbian girls were sexy, flirty and... well just like lesbian porn actresses. Why would porn producers lie to me?!

"Because you shouldn't." He kept slowly following the two girls, a couple of steps behind them. "You two are hot and sexy. And all lesbians are awesome. So you are awesome." His tone of voice showed how honestly serious he was. "I mean, look at you redhead, you're like fierce and tough and I bet you're like a complete dominatrix. Actually, are you sure you're gay? I mean if you're still in doubts I could maybe help, you know." He raised his eyebrow and put that womanizer face so typical of him. "No offense of course, brunie-brunnette, I know she's yours. It's just that you scored a touchdown with reddie here, I bet everyone wants you to share."

[Max Rose]

"Cool down? Have you been listening to this guy!?" Max yelled. There was much arm waving and protesting, but Reggie more or less had Max under control. Meaning that Reggie somehow managed to get her out of the cafe, plus she'd managed to prevent Max from throwing her punch. The redhead was clearly still raging though, even with Reggie between her and the obvious punching target.

"C'mon!" she yelled, thrusting her arm toward Braxton. "Just let me hit him! He's practically begging for it! Tell me you aren't hearing 'punch me in my stupid face' coming out of those lips?'"

Shy, really? Max? Could they not see that she certainly didn't mind bringing attention to herself. Everything that Braxton said just kept fueling the fire hotter and hotter. Control had long since stopped being an issue, and for Max, it was more a matter of "where do I start punching?"

"Just lemme punch him! In the teeth this time. Or maybe I can aim for the part of his body that actually does his thinking for him. Because clearly that pretty head is just there to smile and wink," oh was Max yelling now. And flailing her arms. And if Reggie didn't stop her, she was likely to rear back and kick Braxton right in his tender bits. Hard enough to make him stop thinking for several seconds.

That was Max's brilliant plan anyway. She wasn't exactly detail-oriented. So less focus on the scene she was making or the fact that Reggie could and probably would stop any more violent acts, and more focus on the "gonna kick him in his manparts."

[Reggie Earle]

"Well hey! That wasn't supposed to be taken seriously!" Reggie squeaked when the other teen reminded them of what they "just said". This was definitely getting out of hand and this boy was really disillusioned if he really thought they were going to make out. He was insane if he thought they would let him watch. Even if they did make out!

Oh this boy was obviously not backing down and Reggie was just this side of tempted to let Max do whatever she wanted to do. Reggie wasn't above violence. She really wasn't. She just never chose it because it was too messy.

Which was why she held the other girl back. It was amusing though. It really was, seeing the redhead flail around like that. "Dude, we're not lesbians. I don't even know her name! Now quit thinking with your dick and get on with your life. You're seriously freaking me out with this incessant need to be a voyeur. I hear tell that's what porn is for. So go home, pop in a movie. I'll even sponsor boxes of tissue." She didn't know what she was saying but it was already out and who knows, maybe he'd take the bait and leave them alone.

Here's to hoping.