Downtime 2 (Wk 2): God Damned Pixies

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 3:43 pm

Wingnut, back to his normal height, was slamming down drinks as fast as the barkeep could hand 'em out.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:30 pm

Sergei sat at a nearby stool.

"Things didn't go so well with the ex hm?" he guessed in a polite tone, having seen them talking in the gym.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:31 pm

"Ta hell with the bitch...." he mumbled.

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:31 pm

The door slams open with moderate force a few feet before Kat reaches it and steps inside, definately not showing off at all, grin or not. Looking around without noticing Sergei she heads to the bar.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:37 pm

"Been there," he chuckled.

"Barkeep, I'll have a Black Russian."

He glanced back as he heard the door.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:42 pm

"Her god-damned' vibrator boy came and trashed my bike. What the hell, man, the coward goin' after a man's bike..."

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:45 pm

"I'd feel the same way if my piano got trashed."

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:47 pm

"That was you?" Kat butts into the conversation as she grabs her beer and turns towards Wingnut and Sergei, taking a swig to hide her surprise at seeing her teacher. "Heard Cal had trashed someone's ride."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:47 pm

"That wuz me, ya."

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:01 pm

"So, did you get back at him for it?" she asks, absentmindedly wondering how the hell she's supposed to react to Sergei's presence. Glancing over she decides to just sort of nod in his direction. Damn, why does the hot teacher have to be in charge of my grades? Can't even hit on him without looking like I'm fishing for perks.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:01 pm

"Good evening Miss Schmidt."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:08 pm

"Nah, the pixie dusted us or somethin. Damn her, I woulda torn his goddamn head off..used him for scrap metal to fix the damn thing..."

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:12 pm

"Hey Sergei." she grins. "And that propably woulda been the most expensive scrap metal ever." she laughs

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:13 pm

"Nah, I woulda gotten it for free," he grinned.

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:28 pm

"I dunno about free, Cal packs quite the punch." she smirks. "You know, for being half computer."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:55 pm

"Eh, he's got a little shocky-shocky thing, but if I'm ready for it, he's nothin'. No strength, really..."

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:57 pm

"So? Neither do I and I bet I could take ya." she grins, not really being all that serious.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:59 pm

"Right. Sure. A waif like you? Not in a million years."

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:03 pm

"Oh boy, what did you just call me?" she laughs.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:06 pm

Rick walked into the bar and, seeing Kat, walked over to take a seat next to her. "Hey there, teammate," he greeted her.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:09 pm

"You're breakable. I'm not gonna break ya, girly."

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:12 pm

"Hah, hey there Rick. Ya heard that? Gargoyle here's afraid of breaking me." she grins.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:15 pm

"I dunno, she's pretty tough from what I've seen," he said, smirking at the grotesque mutant before ordering a beer. "Friend of yours?," he asked Kathrin.

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:25 pm

"Nah, not yet anyway." she smirks. "Just the guy who got his bike thrashed by Cal earlier."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:30 pm

"And was about a second from manglin' him, had his ex-gal not stepped in"

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:32 pm

"You get stopped by Tink and you're worried about hurting me..." she chuckles. "Then again, from what I've heard she can be pretty fierce."

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:33 pm

Rick cocked an eyebrow. "Don't think I've heard about that yet. Who provoked whom first?", he asked, taking a sip of his beer.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:36 pm

"His fault. I'm talkin' to my babe, the robo-boy comes over, crunches my bike, I'm about to clobber him for it, and suddenly I find myself three inches tall..."

by **Kathrin Schmidt** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:40 pm

"The joy of fighting with other mutants. You never know what's gonna happen." she smirks.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:41 pm

"Jeez. Sorry about your bike man, that really sucks."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:43 pm

"Tell me 'bout it. At least I think I can fix it..."

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:46 pm

"Someone on campus ought to be able to if not."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:48 pm

"Well, I AM the motor pool--if anyone can fix it, it'd be me. Plus, I don't let anyone work on my bike."

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:53 pm

"Maybe you can get it working again, then. As long as he didn't trash it too bad. I'm Rick by the way, you are....?"

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:56 pm

"They call me Wingnut."

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:03 pm

He nodded a bit. "Tink is sort of an acquaintance. I can talk to her about it if you want me to."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:04 pm

"Na. Forget it. She'll call me, just you wait."

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:08 pm

Rick shrugged. "All right, whatever you think's best. I wouldn't have thought that Cal would do something like that, though."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:08 pm

"He's a pussy. Fair and simple."

by **Rick Ferguson** » Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:11 pm

"I dunno if I'd say that. I've seen him in a fight...once. Wrecking a bike is pretty cheap, though." If that's how it all happened.

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