Frances Barton | Hawkeye (hotshot_hawkeye) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2014-02-02 21:16:00

Meme: Black Sheep (Michael and Frances)
Two longnecks appeared on the bar and Frances grinned, handing over enough cash to cover and snagging before someone stole her drinks. Like a salmon fighting a stream full of other sweaty salmon, she cut her way free of the crowd to find her drinking partner for the night. "Two milk stouts: none of the hops, a slightly chocolate milky taste."

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	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-05 02:01 am UTC (link)
	She wrinkled her nose in amusement, not letting it drop. "I bet you made his night, too." Heading to the bike, the door slammed open and a few of their new friends came tumbling out, blocking their getaway route. The two stuck out as targets, even for drunk idiots. "Ahaha RUN LIKE HELL," she advised, sprinting to the bike and trying to not laugh too much. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-05 09:21 pm UTC (link)
	Mike knew he could outrun her and the guys on the worst of days, so he scooped her up in his arms. "Hold on," he said as he put on the speed. They barreled right through the guys. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-08 03:29 am UTC (link)
	She gave a very secure-in-self-identity high yelp when getting picked up, arm wrapping around his shoulder to stabilize. As he passed the stunned drunk types by, she gave a cheerful wave. "That's all folks!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-09 01:17 am UTC (link)
	Mike had to laugh at her. He reached his bike in no time and placed her down on the seat. He climbed on and started it. "Hold on," he said. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-10 01:18 pm UTC (link)
	Vengeance later, escape now. "Oooh, so many possibilities," she countered as she followed suit, but played nice and tamely settled for wrapping an arm around his waist. She leaned in to brace for the acceleration as the shouts got a little louder. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-10 09:27 pm UTC (link)
	Mike gunned the engine and they sped through the streets of San Francisco. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-15 01:04 am UTC (link)
	Bar fight, check. Fast ride, next. She leaned to his ear and squeezed his arm for his attention. "Alright, Hotshot, some me what this baby can do." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-15 05:54 pm UTC (link)
	Her breath across his ear sent a shiver racing down his spine. Mike smiled. "Hold on tight." He opened the throttle. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-19 11:33 am UTC (link)
	Didn't have to tell her twice. She laughed as the bike lurched forward and anchored herself against his solid form to stay on the ride. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-19 09:27 pm UTC (link)
	Mike drove as fast as he could through the streets, weaving in an out of traffic. He loved riding, but it was more enjoyable with her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-22 02:45 am UTC (link)
	She enjoyed the racing feeling, leaning back as far as she dared with his maneuvering to feel the acceleration before retreating back when it got too sloshy. Spying a street name, she pointed out some directions to the next stop of the night. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-23 10:48 pm UTC (link)
	Mike followed the directions and pulled up in front of the establishment Frances directed him to. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-26 12:15 am UTC (link)
	"Now that was a ride. Here we go," she announced and hopped off, shaking her hair back in place. "You'll like it, eclectic but decent patrons and no one starts trouble. The bottled beer selection's a walk-in fridge and there's always some kind of betting going on at the pool tables." She grinned and crooked her arm out in offer. "Shall we, good sir?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-26 09:04 pm UTC (link)
	"So be on my best behavior?" he asked as he climbed off the bike. He smiled and hooked his arm with her. "We shall, madam." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-28 11:30 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, you have any other kind of behavior, sunshine?" she teased with a smirk. "It's much less punch-happy than the last bar, I promise." Strolling them into the modest doorway, inside was warm with bodies without being crowded, couches everywhere instead of tall chair, a live band playing blues covers in the corner. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-28 10:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Where's the fun in that?" he asked. The bar fight had been fun and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to another one. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-03-30 01:24 pm UTC (link)
	"Now now, tough guy, starting two barfights in one night makes the cops suspicious." She waggled her finger at him. "And if we play dumb well, we can make a few hundred in profits." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-03-31 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	Mike grinned. "Dumb, huh? I think I can pull that off. I take it there will be some pool hustling in the immediate future?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-04-02 11:33 am UTC (link)
	She grinned broadly when he caught on. "As long as the bartender is feeling generous and someone's being bragging too much. This isn't a good place for people that can't back up the talk. I tend to go with wide-eyed spectator, but feel free improvise." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-04-05 06:04 pm UTC (link)
	"I'll try my best," Mike said with a grin. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2014-04-06 11:34 am UTC (link)
	Frances slid up to the bar and smiled her best at the bartender, who scowled back pointedly. "Aw come on, don' be like that, Jacob, she only wanted you for free drinks. I even brought you a new booze sponge," she replied and gestured to Michael. "Anybody here needing fleecing?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2014-04-07 10:19 pm UTC (link)
	Mike slid up to the bar next to her and didn't say a word. He'd let her take the lead here. This was her turf. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2014-04-11 06:31 pm UTC (link)

Frances coaxed Jacob out of his sulk, playing sorry and simple. Finally he nodded to a loud corner, two bags of hot air showing off on the tables. She looked over her shoulder and to Michael for any complaints. "Okay gimme a ridiculously girly drink." The bartender had an evil look on his face and returned with something in a hurricane glass and neon green. Frances recoiled at the sight of it and made a face. "You are cruel."

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	american_eagle 2014-04-11 08:57 pm UTC (link)
	Mike just laughed. "You asked for it," he said. "May I please have a boilermaker?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2014-04-12 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Jacob gave Michael an approving nod before picking up the appropriate glassware. Frances looked at him as well, but with a sour, childish face. "Traitor. I'll have diabetes before a buzz." Treating it like a slimy toad, she gingerly picked up the glass. "Well at least I'll look like a complete airheaded spectator. It'll be easy to get into their table, and then we mop them up?"