Vicious_Cycle (vicious_cycle) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-30 15:25:00

Entry tags:

inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, nicholas salem, team - champions

After Murderworld
Zarathos had dealt with a lot of Murderworld, both with and without Nick. For the first time, he hadn't fought the demon off entirely, and that, just as much as the sights, smells and sounds he'd never forget still haunts him. While he's promised to be back, Nick has been getting his few things together for a road trip. Open road, strong drink and time to forget is just what the situation calls for.

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	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 06:05 am UTC (link)
	A mere ten minutes later, Lyta is outside, ready to go, a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her wings in their harness under her shirt, her hair pulled into a ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses on her face. "You don't happen to have an extra helmet that I could borrow, do you?" She asked Nick as she made her way to the bike. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 06:19 am UTC (link)
	He's had time to prepare, including grabbing one of the extra helmets in the shop. "Of course." he replies, tossing it to her. "Anything else before we kiss this place goodbye for a few?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 06:22 am UTC (link)
	"Nope," she said, putting the helmet on her head, adjusting it before climbing onto the bike behind him. "I'm good for the road." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 08:04 am UTC (link)
	"Hold on tight. This may not be the covered-in-hellfire version, but the bike can still haul." he warns before hitting the road, heading for city limits. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 06:32 pm UTC (link)
	She nodded, holding onto his waist as they took off on the road. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 11:10 pm UTC (link)
	He passes city limits, and really kicks up the speed. He wasn't kidding about wanting some space. There's not much chance to talk, just hours of road. He comes to a stop in a tiny town with not much more than a motel, a greasy spoon and a rough looking bar. Just his kind of place. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	Talking over the roar of the motorcycle can be annoying, so Lyta kept her mouth shut for the trip. When they stopped, she took her helmet off, looking around at her surroundings. Pretty far from New Orleans. Which just fine for her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-01 12:18 am UTC (link)
	He takes his helmet off and puts it on the back of the bike, then offers her a hand. "Welcome to wherever we are." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 03:33 am UTC (link)
	"Works for me," she said with a grin, taking his hand and hopping of the bike. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-01 05:22 am UTC (link)
	He nods, taking a deep breath. "Cheap whiskey and cigarettes, no smoking laws be damned. You smoke?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 05:42 am UTC (link)
	"I can probably get my hands some tequila if we want something with a little kick to it..." She shook her head. "Not usually. Have a couple of times, but it's not a regular habit of mine." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-01 05:47 am UTC (link)
	He fishes through his pack and withdraws a pack. "Been trying not to around the base much, bugs people. This also ain't a regular day. Want one?" he asks, lighting his cigarette with hellfire from a fingertip. "And sure, tequila ain't my usual, but right now, Jose is sounding like a friend of mine. Shall we go in and see what we can poison ourselves with?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 05:56 am UTC (link)
	"I grew up around Wolverine, I'd be lying if I said that smoking bugged me," she said, "And why the hell not?" She held out her hand for a cigarette. "I normally stray away from it, yeah, but...I need a little something stronger than beer." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-01 06:00 am UTC (link)
	He lights the finger again, lighting her smoke when she's ready, then heads up to get the door for her. "You and me both. Ideally lots of something stronger than beer." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 06:05 am UTC (link)
	Lyta took a long drag of her cigarette, following him into the bar. Definitely a lot shadier than most of the places she'd been in before, that was for sure. Not that she cared. "The stronger the better," she said with a small chuckle, tagging another drag on her smoke. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 06:27 am UTC (link)

He flashes his fake ID. The place doesn't check that hard, and he moves through the place like he belongs there. Lyta turns plenty of heads, and gets her share of commentary, but between the fact she knows how to handle herself, and there just being something unsettling about the stare of the Ghost Rider, whatever form he's in, even here, most of it turns to hushed inappropriate comments at tables pretty quick.
Nick settles in at the bar and gets the first round of drinks.

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	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 06:37 am UTC (link)
	Lyta flashed her own ID, ignoring the various stares and commentary she attracted as the pair of them made their way into the bar. Ltya made herself comfortable on the barstool next to Nick, before taking her drink. "Cheers," she said before taking a sip. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-01 06:42 am UTC (link)
	"Cheers." he responds, lifting the first shot and running down a row of three shots. "Set them up again." he tells the tender. Yeah, there's a lot to forget. This is going to take some heavy drinking. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 06:49 am UTC (link)
	Lyta quickly downed her own set of shots. Screw ladylike behavior. It wasn't like it mattered in a place like this, anyway. Nope, tonight was about the tequila, not the the manners. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-01 06:54 am UTC (link)
	He lays out the cash for another round for both of them. "Keep them coming, we've been through hell." he tells the bartender, most pausing from drinking to smoke. "You can throw those back pretty well. Wouldn't have guessed, looking at you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 07:00 am UTC (link)
	"I'm just full of surprises then, I guess," Lyta said, winking at him before downing another shot. Truth be told, she was cheap drunk and should be staying as far away from the tequila as she can. That didn't matter tonight, though. She didn't care how drunk she got. She just wanted to forget everything that had happened over the past few weeks. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:03 am UTC (link)

He isn't a cheap anything. He can hold his liquor, and compared to how he felt most days, a hangover wasn't a bad thing. Tonight, he was going to keep putting shots down til the pain stopped and he didn't care about Murderworld anymore.
Now, when he starts drinking, especially after a lot of miles with a gorgeous blonde hanging onto him, getting flirty when buzzed is another thing entirely.

"Got any more surprises there I should know about?"

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	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 07:09 am UTC (link)
	Lyta laughed. "Now if I told you, then they wouldn't be surprises, now would they?" She downed another shot. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-01 07:11 am UTC (link)
	He shifts a little closer to her on the barstool. Like he told Irina, he doesn't mean anything by it. Lyta is a millionaire with an education. He shouldn't even go this far. Fuck it. He downs another shot of tequila. "You challenging me to find out for myself?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-01 07:17 am UTC (link)
	Yeah, she shouldn't be doing this. Yeah, it's stupid. But her better judgement's getting clouded over and tequila is starting to have it's effects on her brain. She downed another shot of tequila before turning her face to his, grinning widely. "Maybe." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)