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


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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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[info]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.

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[info]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."

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[info]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.

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[info]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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[info]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.

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[info]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?"

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[info]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."

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:20 am UTC (link)
They're more or less face to face now. Not exactly what he'd expected. There's a few moments of wanting to be the good guy here, mention the demon, back off, give her the 'you're a nice girl, I'm not a nice guy' speech. Which... doesn't have the best track record. Last time he did that, he got laid, somehow or other.
Fuck the demon, fuck Murderworld, fuck Ghost Rider. "Maybe, huh? What do I need to do to find out?"

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 07:25 am UTC (link)
She leaned in a little closer. "Hmm...what do you say about you, me...and a game for pool?" She cocked her head over in the direction of an open table.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:27 am UTC (link)
He gestures to the tender, and collects a bunch of shot glasses. "Didn't know you played. Sounds good. Opponent sinks a ball, take a shot. Anything else you want to put up for stakes, gorgeous?"

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 07:32 am UTC (link)
Lyta followed after him, bottle of tequlia in hand. "Like I said before, I'm just full of surprises," she winked at him, filling up the shot glasses before taking a stick. "Hmm... winner becomes the loser's slave for the rest of the evening?"

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:38 am UTC (link)
There's a moment where his brain hits the brakes. A brow rises. Yeah, she's pretty hammered already, he can see it. Time to get a room, tuck her in, sleep on the couch after a couple cold showers.
But damn she's gorgeous.

"You sure you want to put out those kind of stakes? I'm not a nice college boy, you know." he warns, setting the shots down on the table next to the pool table, selecting his cue.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 07:42 am UTC (link)
"Absolutely," she said with a grin, "I never really went for the nice boys all that much."

Yup. Fully ignoring that tiny part of her brain going Bad idea! Bad idea!.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:45 am UTC (link)
"You got it then." he agrees, racking up the balls and then settling in next to the side of the table. "You are full of surprises. Almost worth losing and seeing what you'd do to me." he replies playfully.
"Your break."

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 07:50 am UTC (link)
"Don't you go losing to me on purpose now," she said bending over the pool table to break. "Because where's the fun in that?" She winked at him.

She sunk a solid ball on her first shot, downing another shot before missing completely on her second.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:56 am UTC (link)
He downs a shot as she sinks her first solid, and moves past her to line up his shot. And why yes, he does 'accidentally' grope her momentarily on the way by.

"If you have to ask where the fun would be in that, you don't want to know the answer." he replies with a wink.

He sinks two balls, then misjudges the third and narrowly misses. Five shots ago, he was a very good pool player. Now, he's good, but not quite so steady.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 08:06 am UTC (link)
"I don't?" She cocked her head with a look of mock-curiosity on her face, before downing a couple of shots as he sinks his first two shot. And her hand may have just not-so-subtly brushed up against his ass as she went up to take her next set of shots.

She's barely able to focus enough to sink her first shot, and sinking the second shot's close enough to be considered a damn miracle. Sinking the third shot, however? She missed by a mile.

"Well damn," she said, leaning on her stick.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 08:11 am UTC (link)
He looks at the table over her shoulder, settling there, lightly pressed against her while he studies the layout.
"Not bad at all." he replies, finally moving over to take his two shots.

"And maybe you do. But then I don't intend to lose. You're going to regret that bet."

He sinks his first shot, then another.

"Or maybe you'll really enjoy being my slave."

Third shot, not quite so good. Probably because he had his eyes... well, not on the ball.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 08:20 am UTC (link)
"I don't really plan on losing myself," she said with a wink as she took her two shots. "But as for regretting it if I did...." She stopped on her way to take her shot to whisper in his ear, "It'd be really hard for me to regret something I'd enjoy, now would it?"

Normally, she's pretty damn good at pool. After quite a few shots of tequila in her system and already halfway-or mostly-gone? Not so hot. She barely managed to sink her first shot, missing the second one by a mile.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:07 pm UTC (link)
He's feeling the booze pretty hard by now. There's a few shots left, and right now the tequila is buzzing more in his head than Zarathos. Dangerous territory. And then Lyta? She's even more intoxicating than the tequila.

"I've always wanted my own fallen angel." he whispers back with evil intent.

Even out of it as he's getting, he's good enough to nearly run the table, leaving just the eight ball by the time he misses. That'd be three more shots of tequila, Lyta.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 07:25 pm UTC (link)
"Looks like you might be getting your wish," she winked at him as she downed her set of shots.

She can barely focus at all to set up her next shot, her eyes shifting to...elsewhere. She set up the shot, lining up with the eight ball....

Only to miss it by a mile.

"Huh. That was pathetic."

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:35 pm UTC (link)
"I'd almost suspect you did that on purpose." he replies with a slight grin, not even hesitating in pressing against her to talk, one hand on his pool cue, one hand on her hip. "But I think you're too competitive for that."
He sways against her lightly, more or less in time to the music in the background. "Which is fine, it'll make it that much sweeter when you're on your knees... slave."

He turns. Even drunk and with her as a living distraction, he can't miss this shot, too much time with a misspent youth in places like this. "Eight ball, corner pocket."

He doesn't miss.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 11:08 pm UTC (link)
"I do hate to lose," she said with playful smirk, not even making any small hesitation in pressing up against his chest ever-so lightly. "It's a...weakness in some cases, I guess." Her breath smelled of tequila and cigarettes.

She heaved a mock-dramatic sigh. "Looks like I lose, do with me what you wish," she pressed up against him, to whisper in his ear, "Master."

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-02 12:46 am UTC (link)
Screw caution. He grabs her hair to tilt her head back and kisses her. Hard.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-02 01:46 am UTC (link)
She returned the kiss, biting at his lip a little, leaning up against him, ignoring the snickers and comments from the other bar patrons.

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