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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	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 07:24 am UTC (link)
	Nick wakes when he feels the stirring next to him. He's always been a light sleeper. A lifetime of rough life can do that, even a short one so far. He grumbles lightly, starting to shift, to feel a something next to him. A warm something. A feathery something. He automatically fumbles over to the bedside table. No handcuffs there. "Oh fuck." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 07:27 am UTC (link)
	"I'll say," she said, squinting. "You wouldn't happen to have keys for things anywhere, would you? My head's pounding too much to attempt wriggling out of them." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 07:32 am UTC (link)
	His head hurts too. 10% hangover, 90% demon laughing its ass off at him. And her words confirm it. Vodka = remembers to unlock the girl. Tequila = Forgets. So noted. "Nnngg, yeah, of course." He feels around on the floor. "In... my... pants..." Not there. Fuck. "Any idea where my pants are?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 07:38 am UTC (link)
	She sat up as best as she could, looking around for his pants. Didn't look like they were anywhere around on the floor... Her eyes wandered up to the ceiling. "Found your pants," she said, jerking her head in the direction of the ceiling fan where his pants were draped...along with her bra. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

vicious_cycle
2010-02-02 07:43 am UTC (link)

"Oh... right." He tries to remember how they got there. Realizes he has no clue. Right now, he remembers it was one of the best nights of his life, which is making this even more awkward. But some of the details are like the Lord's stance on kneecaps. A mite fuzzy.

"So... keys, on the ceiling. I can grab those, or pick the locks." Another nice gift from a tragically misspent youth.

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lytaworthington
2010-02-02 07:47 am UTC (link)

She has no idea as to how the various articles clothing made their way onto the ceiling fan, either. The situation's equally as awkward for her, as she can remember enjoying it probably just as much as he did.

"Get them off the ceiling, pick the locks, doesn't matter as long as I'm un-handcuffed. I'd fly up there and retrieve them myself, but I can't really do that in this case."

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vicious_cycle
2010-02-02 07:53 am UTC (link)

"Right, just a sec." He finds his cigarettes next to the bed. He doesn't have time to do this the subtle way. He tears the top off and retrieves the hairpin and paper clip he's kept there since starting this heroing thing. Some villains actually give heroes the last cigarette thing, even if they check them for everything else.

He rolls over, right in time to get a face full of sunlight... that burns.

After squinting and blinking a few moments, he slides next to her. There's another pause... awkward... maybe he should have gotten up and jumped for the fan a couple times... which, thinking visually, would probably be about as awkward.

Still, with a little shuffling and pressing against her that this time actually /isn't/ strictly intentional, he sets to picking the locks.

"Have you free in a second." This is easier without the hangover.

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	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 07:59 am UTC (link)
	Her face turned just the slightest shade of pink. Stupid tequila. "Okay," she said, nodding her head, before turning to look over her shoulder at the clothing scattered all over the floor...and the ceiling, in some cases. "Harness," she muttered, "Where's my harness?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 08:00 am UTC (link)
	He's working on the handcuffs, when she mentions harness. His stomach sinks a couple levels. "That's a strappy thing with buckles and snaps and leather, right?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 08:05 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah. I use to it keep my wings down when I need to go out in public and can't have them out." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 08:09 am UTC (link)
	Yeah, that's what he thought. "I think that's what's tying your legs, uhm..." uhm, yeah. He knew he improvised in there somewhere. "I'll get that next." Cause at her angle, some of those knots could be tricky. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 04:04 pm UTC (link)
	Lyta heaved a sigh. Terrific. "Okay." She stared blankly at the ceiling. Not to self-torch this harness a.s.a.p and call Dad and make some excuse to get fitted for a new one. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	Picking the handcuffs takes a few more awkward moments in close proximity to her. Undoing the harness, thankfully, is far less awkward. He'd offer to help rub some sensation back into her hands, but right now, that would not be any help. "So..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 04:25 pm UTC (link)
	She stretched her arms, turning her wrists around in a couple of small circles to regain some of the feeling in them. "Yeah..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 05:46 pm UTC (link)
	He turns away, shifting to face the other way on the bed, starting to hunt down what of his clothing he could. "That was... not exactly what I was expecting." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 08:28 pm UTC (link)
	She sat up, letting her wings unfurl. "Tell me about it." She stood up, floating off the bed just enough to grab her bra and his pants off the ceiling fan. "Here," she threw them in his direction. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 08:41 pm UTC (link)
	That was... wow... quite a sight. He can see what he+tequila were thinking. Enough to catch himself staring and look away after catching his pants. "Thanks." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 08:58 pm UTC (link)
	He's clearly already seen her naked, so she's not really phased at all by the staring. "You're welcome," she said, busying herself with finding her clothes. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 09:08 pm UTC (link)
	He remembers a detail here or there, which, once he's got his underwear and a sock together, leads him to her panties hung outside the door with the do not disturb sign. Yeah. "Here." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 09:26 pm UTC (link)
	"Thanks," she took them from him, as she worked on untangling her jeans from his shirt. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 09:29 pm UTC (link)
	He gives her a hand with the untangling. This is awkward, but at least they're in this together. "Let me guess... this... never happened, right?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 09:37 pm UTC (link)
	"As enjoyable as it was from I remember of it....yeah, never happened." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 09:43 pm UTC (link)
	He nods to that. "Yeah, kinda figured, and suits me fine. Not like I'm looking for anything... well, anything, really. But... it was good, and I needed that. Thanks." Its a little awkward, but true. "Anything I can do? Was thinking maybe I'd grab McDonalds. Want breakfast?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 09:49 pm UTC (link)
	"Honestly? I think I kind of did, too. But yeah, not really looking for anything here." Her stomach rumbled. "I would, thank you. And some coffee to offset this headache, please." She ran a hand through her hair. It was tangled and matted with sweat. "Do you mind if I at least grab a quick shower first?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

vicious_cycle
2010-02-02 10:08 pm UTC (link)

He nods, relaxing a little. That actually kind of made things easier. A no-strings-attached drunken roll he could live with.

"Even if you were, I'm not the guy for it. But, you know, if you ever need something with no strings... or just someone to drink... uhm, not tequila with, let me know, ok? Friends?" he asks, extending a hand.

"And yeah, just don't use all the hot water. By the time you're done, I'll be back with food and coffee. How do you like it?"

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