Clumsy Cathy - Open

[Braxton Carson]

"Right, like I'm that stupid to believe you're not girlfriends." Brax said firmly while aware of the redhead's intentions to go physical again. "I even know for sure you're go going home to hook up. I've got a wonderful nose for theses things, pleeeeease."

Braxton was so sure of his words, any other over-listener bystander could totally believe his words as much as he believed them himself. It was really strange how his mind worked. If it weren't because his metahuman ability was momentum manipulation, he could have sworn it was extrasensory perception, or just plainly "being always right", because really, Braxton could not remember one single event in his life where he had been wrong. Well, except with math, off course. And science in general. And history and geography, but he argues he just never paid any attention to it, but otherwise, he considered himself a savant of life and street-wisdom.

"But ok, I guess you two are just still shy, it's fine, I mean, we just met, maybe should get to know each other a little better, I'm ok with it." Yes, Braxton was completely sure that the exhibitionism act he was asking them to perform for him was completely normal among lesbian couples. You can't blame him, all the girl-on-girl action he's had seen before might have been drunken women. Maybe I should get them drunk? "You know what? I totally I apologize. Really, from my heart." He softly hit his chest twice with his fist closed. "And since I'm a firmly believer that apologizes are shown with acts rather than words, what about some drinks to show how sorry I am?" Insert half-smile here. "My treat."

[Max Rose]

Max really, really, really just wanted to punch Braxton until his mouth stopped moving. Maybe some missing teeth or some blood, or maybe just a punch to the groin. People never punched the groin; it was vastly underrated in Max's opinion. Nobody saw it coming. She was already gearing up for it now, taking aim.

"Do you get your entire knowledge of stuff from porn? Do I look like I'm about to start flinging off my clothes and jumping your body?" demanded Max. She snorted, crossing her arms and glaring. "Trust me, I could do better," like the girl, though Max certainly wasn't about to say so in front of Major Horndog here. "Right now, I'm thinking that when I kick you so hard in your thinking parts that you see stars and your poor dad cringes, I'm doing the world a favor."

She was likely going to do so too, since she'd already decided that hitting him would make her feel better. Reggie wouldn't stop her this time; Max wouldn't let her. Just move around, jerk the leg up, and having children would be rather difficult for this dweeb. Max was following suit, her leg even swinging, when suddenly--

"Drinks?" Max said. Her leg was raised, stopped mid-kick. "Did you say you're going to buy us drinks?"

Nothing wrong with abusing an idiotic skeeze. That was pretty much what going to bars was about. Who cared that Max was about three years shy of legal? She certainly didn't.

[Reggie Earle]

Reggie was now definitely ready to throw the punches herself, not because she was offended...she just wanted the boy to shut his mouth. He was being extremely nonsensical.

Not even the offer for drinks swayed Reggie the way it swayed the redhead. She wanted to say something along the lines of him probably having ulterior motives [because boys usually had ulterior motives when even after being punched in the face, they would still want to have drinks with the girl who did the punching] but the other girl was already stopping her leg in mid-kick.

Reggie contemplated on just joining them but maybe separating would be better? Then, maybe the boy would stop thinking of them as an exhibitionist lesbian couple who would let him videotape them just because he bought them drinks.

"Maybe I should go...um, sorry I spilled my drink on you. I don't even know your name. But...yeah. Sorry." Her shirt needed a cleaning anyway, very badly.

[OOC: Sorry you guys! Reggie doesn't know what else to do XD]

[Braxton Carson]

"Yes!" Braxton exclaimed at the redhead, whose attitude changed immediately at the mention of free things. Like all women. "I know a good bar that's already open around the corner." Not shocking at all. "Like I really really feel that the apology drinks should happen now because you guys deserve it for being so good individuals." That didn't sound like Braxton at all. "And hot."

Now that was Braxton in all his glory.

The submissive boring part of the lesbian duo, however, didn't appear to agree that much to the plan. Bummer. Braxton was about to frown in disappointment when her last words made his eyes actually widen. They don't know each other names?! The sudden fact that the same girl had already mentioned that earlier finally entered the boy's brain. She had been trying to convince the boy they were not a couple and that they weren't going to do anything remotely naughty in the bathroom, in Braxton's mind, this had been just an excuse to hide the truth. But now it changed. He actually believed her now. Maybe they didn't know each other names. Oh God, thank you so much for letting me live to see this. They're strangers who were totally going to hook up in the bathroom!

Brax could see the image now. The redhead was probably drinking coffee alone in a corner of the cafe when the boring one noticed she was touching herself with her clothes still on. The redhead noticed she had been caught and smiled at the voyeur one before giving her a wink. The red head stood up and walked towards the bathroom while softly licking her lips in front of the brunette who probably returned the attention by blowing a kiss to her and then following her to the bathroom. They were on their merry way when I interrupted them!

"No!" I cannot let her get away, not after I ruined their one-afternoon-stand! "I mean. Come'on. Let's go. You can have a virgin margarita if you want." Hehehe... Virgin... "Come'on please please let's all go. All cocktails and beers on me today. Yes?"

[Max Rose]

"Seriously," said Max, pointing at Braxton, "I will punch you. In the nuts. So stop with the noise making."

She turned back to Reggie, her expression much, much more cloying. "Aww, c'mon, you know you want to get your drink on. We can pretend the annoying guy is just there, or claim he's a bitch or something. It's pretty much true anyway," Max leaned in, one hand up, "because I can totally kick his ass," Back to normal standing now. "I mean, seriously, can you think of a better way to get to know somebody? Plus, I totally want to see what color you turn when you're all drunk and shit."

Okay, so maybe Max wasn't quite as removed from Braxton as she'd like to think. At least she wasn't thinking "damn, I hope I can get that fine piece of ass into my bed by the end of the night, because mama wants a piece of that." Sure, she'd noticed that Reggie was cute and all (quite probably her type), but Max was actually more in favor of "get to know 'em before ya do 'em."

You just wouldn't know that to hear her speak.

"So c'mon, whataya say? You get free drinks, and you get to hang out with all this awesome," the last had a hand wave directed toward Max, just in case it was too difficult to figure out.

[Reggie Earle]

Despite her inherent annoyance towards the boy still harrassing them, the redhead's words were seriously making her want to crack up really bad. Reggie was much too curious to see if she would actually junkpunch the moron by now.

She supposed she could spare an evening to go drinking. It wasn't like she didn't like it.

Looking back and forth from the boy to the girl as they tried to plead their case, Reggie finally caved in with a small groan. She wasn't really genetically predisposed to say no anyway. "Okay fine. And I'm Reggie by the way." She said pointedly to the younger girl.

Now what was she to do about her shirt?

[Braxton Carson]

I was right! As always, of course. They don't know each other. Oh god this is so sexy. Braxton was tempted to add that the brunette would also gain the opportunity to hang with his awesomeness, but he decided to let the redhead handle her by herself. Unsurprisingly, when that thought passed through his mind, the "handling" part made it steer back into mental sex scenes. Several.

"Oh we're all introducing to each other, goodie." Braxton was tempted to clap a couple of times at the excitement of Reggie finally accepting, but restrained himself from doing so. "I'm Brax." He said with both thumbs up and then turned to the redhead, motioning with his hands that it was her turn. "...aaaaaand hot redhead's super secret name?" Not like it mattered that much, actually if she didn't say it, it would probably make her involvement with Reggie sexier. "Ok, come'on, let's go."

Braxton beckoned the girls to follow him, and after taking a right turn in the end of the block, soft hip-hop welcomed them into a rather empty lounge-bar.

"Here we are, ladies." He quickly entered and walked up to a table in a corner, where he quickly motioned to the only waiter. "Beer for me, whatever they want for them."

[Max Rose]

"Awesome!" said Max, grinning. She heard the great windbag introduce himself, saying Brax or something equally pretentious. Whatever. "The super-hot redhead's not-so-secret name is Max, and you're rapidly using up your ration of words, buddy."

Yes, she was counting. Mostly because by now, Max was looking for a reason to punch him. The thought would give her joy. So very much joy. She was already smiling. She was also already throwing her arm around Reggie and leading the other girl, following Braxton. Max started talking, explaining that she was eighteen (legal), still in school (lazy), and kickass (Awesome).

Lounge-bar. Took all Max had not to crow with victory. She was already digging into her pockets, trying to determine if she'd brought along the fake ID she'd had made. Or one of them. Ah! Plastic! Max slid it out, seeing her smiling face next to the name "Sparkles McCheezy," complete with enough info to make her comfortably twenty-one.

Flashing said card, Max ordered an expensive fruity cocktail and immediately headed for a seat. Might as well start talking, right? Not like Max had really stopped...

[Reggie Earle]

Brax and Max. If Reggie wasn't convinced that Max was truly annoyed by Brax, she would have thought they were both punking her with the names. And this Brax guy, seriously needed to stop using words to communicate. He was embarrassing Reggie thoroughly.

Reggie looked surprised when Max said she was eighteen. Reggie knew the girl was young, seeing that she was still in Hammel but she didn't think the girl was that young! "Wait wait...will you be allowed-" her words were cut right off when Max brandished her obviously doctored ID and was ushered in.

The chromokinetic wasn't exactly a rule follower but as she flashed her own actual ID badge with a blush, she found herself following the girl in and ordering a mimosa, listening to Max continue talking. She almost didn't even realise Brax was there but guilt took over her and she turned to him.

"So...are you in Hammel too?"

She would live to regret engaging the boy in any way from that day on.

[Braxton Carson]

"Oh please, Maxxie-panties," He laughingly said as Max ordered her drink. "at least add extra cherries, it's my treat."

If there was something Braxton loved about having rich parents, was actually this, having a pretty unlimited credit card which they paid and a pretty heavy debit card, which they replenished every once in a while. Not like he used them much, he actually didn't like using them at all, he didn't like to think as dependent of them even if he had no job, and didn't want one. He always tried to keep his expenses controlled, which is why he didn't had a car or an apartment for himself and unusually bought new clothes, though he does tend to buy new sunglasses every month.

"Huh?" Reggie's question set him a little off. "Went, actually. UVM right now." Why would she know he went to Hammel? Unless... "Wait, are you two Hammelites?"

Pilot Ridge had to be the size of a tissue. How did I miss lesbians in Hammel before? Ugh I'm so stupid.

[Max Rose]

"Sparkles is my bar name, bucko," said Max. She leveled a finger at Braxton. "you use my name to reference tampons again, and my fist revisits your face. Capiche?"

Again, not like Max wasn't already looking for reasons to punch people, specifically Braxton. She took a deep swig of her drink, trying to remember not to overdue it. She did have the whole freakish tolerance of alcohol going for her, but she had a tendency to skip "drunk" and go straight to "alcohol poisoning," which was just about as much fun as it sounded. Not that something like that ever happened.

More than a dozen times or so.

"I am," said Max. She tapped Reggie, "She's not. Least, not anymore. Would've noticed. Did you miss the whole changing colors thing?" asked Max, looking over at Braxton with a raised brow. "I mean, I know your little solider was busy saluting and all, but seriously, how did you miss the bodacious coloring?"

Another hefty swig of the drink. Oh yeah, Max was feeling buzzed right now. Time to pass it along. She tapped Reggie, sliding some of the excited, skin crawly feelings over. Hard to translate excitement, really, seeing as it was more mental than physical, but it worked in small doses.

"What are we sitting around for? I mean, the music sucks," Max tilted her head, trying to pick it up. It was fairly early and stuff yet, so she wasn't expecting much of anything. "Still. We're young, and at least two thirds of us is sexy. So why aren't we moving?"

Naturally, Max followed her own advice, sliding onto her feet.

[Reggie Earle]

Max's response to Brax's nickname for her had Reggie giggling before she slapped her hand over her mouth. "Sorry that was just...sorry." She ignored looking at Brax as her sheepish grin was directed at Max.

The drinks arrived and she took a sip of it. It was a little too sweet for her taste but it was not too bad. All the colour drained from her face when Brax responded that he was at the same school as she was. No...no no no. She had to see him in school? Sure, UV was huge and the likelihood of her running into him at all was scarce but that didn't mean she wouldn't see him at all. What if he remembered her? Oh this was horrible.

She took shallow breaths before downing her drink at the exact same time as the buzz Max transferred to her. It was more than enough to get Reggie's heart rate going. The redhead's suggestion of dancing didn't need another prompt. Reggie zipped up her sweater to hide her chocolate stained shirt and followed Max on to the dance floor.

The song was not particularly to Reggie's taste but it was enough to have the collegiate move. Pulling the headband out of her hair, Reggie let her wavy hair bounce around.

[Braxton Carson]

"Bodacious coloring?" Braxton asked while giving a rather confused blank stare. What the hell does bodacious means?

Choosing to ignore whatever nonsense Max had tried to say with that, Braxton instead tried harder to see if he could remember any of them from Hammel. Remembering Max seemed easier, with that hair, would have been hard to miss, but Brax unusually went for girls below his grade, so that may had been the reason. Not remembering Reggie seemed like an easy enough thing, if it wasn't for the fact that she was a lesbian and was pretty much ready to hook up with a hot stranger in a bathroom a few minutes before, Brax would have already classified her as a boring person, and thus, an invisible one.

"So you finished and what? What are you up to now?" He asked Reggie while sipping his beer slowly. "OH THAT'S AN AWESOME IDEA."

Braxton jumped out of his seat almost at the same time as Max and quickly started to move at what he thought it was probably Sean Paul. A dilemma struck his head now. Since there were three of them, and two of them were girls, an obvious move was to place himself in what he called a boobie-sandwich, which had always been a great idea. But this was not a normal occasion, he was with hot lesbians who had the hots for each other, they had to dance together... Close to each other... touching each other... groping each other... kissing... Yes, this was definitely a better idea.

"I got the right temperature..." He sang to the tunes while attempting to execute his little plan with an immense lack of finesse. "for shelter you from the storm, oh lord..." Placing himself behind Reggie while dancing, Braxton the triangle formation they had into a line, inevitable forcing Reggie to face either Brax or his hot soon-to-be hook-up. "I got the right tactics to turn you on..."

[Max Rose]

Onto the floor for dance times! Max barely noticed that Braxton was saying or doing anything, seeing as she'd already more or less written him off. While she'd never admit it, his persistence was starting to make him more likeable. There was still no way in hell that Max would go home with him at the end of the night, but he'd gone from "gonna punch you in the groin" to "you only have ten minutes of talking privileges per hour." See what an improvement that was?

For a while, Max was just getting into the music, not really flirting or caring about the other two. There was dancing to do, and Max's body knew full well what to do. Plus, there was that whole Latin blood in her. She barely looked it, and people never noticed it, most times, but her name was Maxima, and her mother had been a Latina.

Explains a lot, don't it?

"Okay, okay, seriously?" she stopped, sighed, and moved around to Braxton. Reggie was doing fine, having unleashed her hair and relaxed a lot for someone who was probably still wearing chocolate on her shirt. "Do you actually want a girl to pay attention to you? Or is this some outrageous act from a closeted homosexual? You know, scratch that. No self respecting gay man is gonna dance that bad. Do this."

Max was giving some instruction, and would have likely gone even further, except she was also keeping an eye on Reggie. Man, she hated being the babysitter. It really didn't suit her.

At all.