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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
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Post by Alexander Cuvier on Sept 27, 2016 6:02:00 GMT
THE CLUB
Tigershark had slipped out once more to the surface, and found his homies. He didn’t know exactly what they were doing, but they all got dressed up in their flyest threads and hit the club scene, to looking for honeys and pick them up with their dope looks and flawless methods. Taking themselves out in a sporty car (not driven by Tigershark, because he still didn’t know how to drive) and pulled up to one of many bars with their lights on at night.
Getting in was easy, what with the false IDs and all that. Technically TS was of age but he hadn’t ever had alcohol. This was a first for him, and he definitely didn’t like the taste, but all the songs said it was cool and his homies thought it was cool so it must be cool to drink a lot. He was definitely on the scale of cool, so he kept drinking.
It felt weird at first, but then it felt good. Whoa, why didn’t he try this before? He took a few more shots of tequila. Tasted terrible, but the effects were nice. A okay, in his opinion.
Then he spied the hottest babe he’d ever seen. Well, aside from Dorma. But she didn’t have a pinched up face like Dorma’s, so she looked even better. Right. He should talk to her. His homies had been trying to talk to girls all night but somehow none of them did it.
Another score for him, he would just walk up to her, because he was amazing. She’d know that fact soon enough. But talking to girls was so easy. SO. EASY. Besides, he knew he was irresistible. Also he had a lot of these ‘pick up lines’ to choose from. One of them was sure to work.
“Ayyyyy.” Tiger Shark said, approaching the girl. “You’re like a swan. You got skinny legs and a fat ass.” Right. This was a good one. If it didn’t work, he would try the others he had next. And drink more alcohol, this stuff was amazing. Besides, no one else seemed to be talking to this honey.
Clearly they were intimidated by her beauty, like how people got jealous and were intimidated by his intellect. He understood that.
As a general rule, Darcy tended to avoid the club scene. It was loud and boisterous and to be quite frank - gross. If she wanted some random dude to grind up on her in a dark room, she would have opted for a different profession. Fuckboys littered every nightclub from one end of the city to the other, each of them trying to win the night with a member of their desired gender. Watching them work their magic was almost as good as any program the Animal Planet showed.
Tonight wasn’t just any night, though. She had made plans to attend some kind of gala for the rich and pompous (and exceedingly smart). Due to circumstances beyond her Masters in Political Science-level intelligence, the gig had been called off - five minutes after she’d squeezed her backside into a hot little number she’d spent more than she’d planned on ever paying for an outfit she might only ever wear once.
Not one to waste an outfit, she’d attempted to coerce Jane into hitting the town with her. With the gala off the table, Darcy knew the astrophysicist didn’t have plans. And yet, somehow, she’d managed to make some. Darcy secretly wondered if Jane hadn’t made the back-up plan even before news of the cancellation had been announced. Maybe Jane was a part of the reason. Hell if she knew! Even Selvig had declined a night out with her.
Was this what getting old was like? Jesus, she was not looking forward to that.
Rather than hit up the dive bar near her place where she already spent too many evenings insulting the riff-raff who came through with the bartenders, Darcy opted for a change of venue tonight. This dress wasn’t exactly dive bar material, after all. She’d picked the least douchey place within a two mile radius of her apartment and found herself a corner stool at the bar. She was two martinis in when a loud voice caught her attention.
Turning to face the guy heading towards her, Darcy’s eyebrows lifted expectantly. Hopefully “ayyyy” wasn’t the only word in his vocabulary, or else she’d be forced to call him Fonzi. This dude did not look like a Fonzi. When he spoke again, she almost wished for his sake that “ayyyy” had been the only word in his vocabulary. It certainly beat that shitty pick-up line he’d used.
Still, she had to admit, it was kind of funny. And her ass was pretty bangin’ in this dress. Glancing down the right side of her body to steal a peek at the legs and ass he’d mentioned (she wasn’t entirely sure complimented was the right word in this instance), she didn’t bother trying to stop the grin from forming on her lips.
“Yeah?” she asked, finishing the last sip of her martini and placing the glass on the bar beside her. Turning slightly on the stool, she crossed one leg over the other and looked the young man up and down fully. He was cute, at least. And ballsy for sure, to start things off with that line. With a quiet chuckle, she finally let her chocolate orbs meet his own, her lips splaying out into a grin. “Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you.” Adding a quick wink to the end for good measure, she leaned back with one elbow against the bar and waited to see if he had any intention of speaking intelligibly, or simply hurling pick-up lines back and forth.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Oct 21, 2016 3:59:10 GMT
The alcohol in Tiger Shark’s system was affecting him quite easily, making him forget that he had tried to talk to several girls before, but somehow they all hit him or turned out to be really hot ‘lesbians’. This was going well in that aspect, actually. His ‘friends’ forgotten about for the time being, Tigershark was actually pleasantly surprised by her not punching him.
Not that she could hurt him, unless she was a secret mutant anyway. Most people he’d met weren’t, to be fair. And that still might not work because he was phenomenally better than even the majority of most mutants. Better than Namor, that was for sure. Most people couldn’t stand up to Namor, so why they could think that they’d stand up to him, he wasn’t sure. Though this was new territory; he didn’t get this far with most girls. So….now what?
Clearly make sure that she liked him for real, and then well it would naturally lead to sexy times. That was what happened, right? You told a girl she was pretty enough times, and then the girl would have sex with you. Simple. And she was flirting back. So clearly things were definitely going his way tonight. Green eyes met Darcy’s own brown as she gave him a line and a wink.
Hmmm. Right. “Zat is a nice dress. It vould look better on my floor.” Tigershark replied. He hadn’t even gotten her name, but he was told names weren’t that important. Well, his was. Besides, he couldn’t just keep referring to her as ‘banging honey with a slammin’ booty’ in his head. “Alexander.” Tigershark offered, using the name he’d long since chosen as his own. It felt strange to offer it to another person who wasn’t Dorma or Namor.
Tiger Shark felt more natural to him a lot of the time, but people didn’t have names like that. Well, not most people. Besides which, he did like Alexander as a name. His surname had been chosen as an afterthought, apparent when anyone who knew anything about biology caught on. It literally referred to the shark family, so he might as well just be ‘Alex Shark’ for all intents and purposes.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught his ‘crew’ in the club; one was already gone, probably tossed out by the bouncer. Another was currently trying to chat up a different girl. The third was missing, not that his absence was much missed. Though Tigershark would figure out where he was soon enough.
The guy standing beside Darcy reeked of fuckboy, though that could just be the aroma of what she presumed was Axe Body and alcohol wafting off of him. From his winged shoes - who did he think he was? the King of Atlantis? - to his designer grunge jeans, and all the way up to that mop of dark hair on his head. Oh yeah. This guy had one thing, and one thing only, on his mind tonight. Darcy was usually a merciless flirt, but unfortunately for this particular dudebro, she wasn’t in the habit of making bad one-night decisions.
Laughter trickled out from the back of Darcy’s throat at the dude’s next line and she had to set her glass down lest she spill the remnants. “Be that as it may, sir,” she began, turning back towards him and crossing one leg over the other, “I paid a ridiculous amount for this dress, and have no intentions of putting it on anyone’s floor - my own included.” Nope. This thing was getting hung up, slid back into plastic, and shoved to the back of her closet to wait another three years before she’d need it again.
Maybe she’d get lucky and Jane and Thor would get married soon and choose a red theme. She was going to be the Maid of Honor… or at least she’d better be the Maid of Honor. How many years had she stuck by that woman’s side now? Hell, she was there when Jane and Thor met. Honestly, the astrophysicist should be happy that Darcy hadn’t swept the Asgardian off his feet before she had the chance to. If that wasn’t Maid of Honor material, she didn’t know what was.
“Darcy,” she answered, holding her hand out towards the dude for a handshake. Alexander. Interesting. Most guys opted for the shortened version of Alex. Perhaps there was more to this fuckboy than met the eye. Not that the bits that met the eye were displeasing, of course.
Darcy’s eyes lifted to meet Alexander’s just as they flickered to the side. Who was he looking for? Canting her head, Darcy picked up her glass again and sat up straight on the bar stool. “Scoping the place out for more potentials?” she chuckled, taking a sip. “That’s incredibly bad form, if so. And to think you started out so strong with that swan line. You know, most girls I know would have punched you for that one.” Lucky for him, she’d just found it stupidly hilarious.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Oct 25, 2016 4:47:20 GMT
Tigershark hadn’t actually sprayed himself down; the smell was irritating enough on his ‘homies’, but he’d picked it up from driving around with them in the car. She still seemed amused and had laughed, so this was good. Even if it seemed like he wasn’t gonna get anywhere with her tonight, clearly she liked him. So he stood a good chance of wooing her, especially with money.
Money was so easy to get, so that would be the next step, provided her found her again. And remembered her name. Or this night, because unknown to Tigershark, he was actually consuming a lot of alcohol for a person. If he was anyone other than a partial clone of Namor he might be dead already. Or at least passed out on the floor. She offered her name; ‘Darcy’. Odd. But then his name was strange too so it didn’t really bother him all that much.
He reached to shake her hand, being actually more gentle than normal; strength regulation was hard and he’d already….accidentally dented the car door that he and his homies had arrived in. So he didn’t want to do that to her hand, or she would probably get mad and then he would get nowhere with the most beautiful woman in the world. Or at least in this club.
“Hmmm? No. Looking for my,” Tigershark answered her question “‘Friends’.” He said, putting up the air quotes to go along with it. He didn’t really have friends like….most people did. It was hard to explain. “Besides you are zee most beautiful girl here. Vhy look for anyvone else?” Tigershark said in response.
“Vell, some haf. But it doesn’t hurt.” Tigershark said with a shrug. Mostly it just sort of….felt like a quick sting. It was at this point that the third and final friend arrived, scrambling back from another dudebro “You wanna be talking to my woman, little man?! I will end you.” The dudebro yelled, leaving Derek “D-Dawg” to scramble backwards. Well, that answered that. Tigershark was all set to ignore this when Derek spotted him and made to duck behind him.
“Hey, hey man! I’d back off if I were you!” Derek said. Tigershark was annoyed, and scowled. But he’d already been informed that it was bad form to bail on your homies and it labeled you a coward. He wasn’t no coward. “This guy’ll seriously mess you up!” Derek said, pointing at Tigershark.
“Ahhh, piss off. Both of you.” Tigershark growled, his short patience wearing thin.
“What!? Why you-” The dudebro took a swing, and Tigershark saw it coming. He at first thought he should hit back, but then he might accidentally kill the guy and then Namor would be mad. Hopefully he wasn’t a secret mutant, though a fight could be fun. The hit connected and Tigershark hadn’t even moved an inch. No rock back from an impact that should’ve sent him flying.
Again, it didn’t really hurt
“Back. Off.” Tigershark growled at the guy, glaring daggers. The man decided to listen, backing off from the intense killing intent that Tigershark gave off. “Hey thanks man-” Derek began, before he was glared at too and skipped off to another corner of the club.
Hmmmmm. “So, vhat do you do for a livink?” Tigershark asked Darcy, completely unfazed by the events that had just transpired.
Darcy was surprised by the handshake Alexander provided her with. It wasn’t overly strong, but he wasn’t holding back in an attempt to not crush her like so many dudes did. Did they really think if they shook a girl’s hand with more than a limp grip, her fingers would be crushed? Smiling appreciatively, she pulled her hand back as the handshake was over and wrapped it around the glass containing her alcoholic beverage.
Ooh… So he hadn’t come to the club alone… Well, to be fair, she was probably the odd man out in that case. It wasn’t her fault everyone she knew had ditched her, though. And on a night she looked smokin’ hot, too! At least Alexander here appreciated it! “Friends?” she chuckled, mimicking the air quotes he’d used. “You know when you use those air quotes, it makes people think they’re not actually your friends,” she grinned.
His next compliment was a bit shocking, but more than a little welcome. Darcy felt the heat rise into her cheeks and knew it wasn’t the booze suddenly hitting her. “You have an accent,” she blurted out, biting her lip as she realized that had nothing to do with what he’d said. She’d only just noticed it, though, and besides, she really didn’t have an answer to his question. Mostly because she was fairly certain that gaggle of blondes a few tables over ranked higher on the attractiveness scale than her. Wasn’t that the natural way of things? Blondes were always the hottest, right?
Darcy might have responded to Alexander’s boast about being punched not hurting, but someone raced into their vicinity before she could. Chocolate eyes sized the new arrival up, noting instantly just how much shorter he was than Alexander. A part of her wondered just how much taller than herself he was, but that would involve standing - something she had no intentions of doing quite yet. One eyebrow lifted at the angry fuckboy yelling at Alexander’s friend, who quickly scooted behind the taller man.
“Real tough,” she murmured into her drink as she stared directly at the skittish dudebro. “Yeah,” she added, leveling her gaze from the frightened dudebro, to the angry fuckboy. “Can’t you asswipes see we’re trying to have a conversation over here?”
That didn’t seem to fly with the pissed off Ed Hardy wannabe. Darcy’s eyes flew open as Alexander didn’t even bother trying to dodge the punch. Her drink forgotten on the bar, she reached both hands down to her purse and shoved one in to reach for the brass knuckles-esque tazer she kept on her person at all times. If Alexander wasn’t going to do anything about the dude, she would.
Her assistance didn’t seem necessary, thankfully, as the man realized his punch had done literally nothing to Alexander, save piss him off. Releasing her hold on the taser, she let her purse fall back to her side and watched Alexander shoo his “friend” away, too. Darcy wasn’t a mother, so she wouldn’t say she had terribly good maternal instincts, but as soon as Alexander turned back towards her, she hopped down from her seat and closed the distance between them. “Forget me - what do you do for a living?” she asked, lifting her hands towards his chin to see if a bruise was forming at all. If so, her drink was mostly ice at this point, so the cold might help slow the swelling at the very least.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Nov 7, 2016 22:20:23 GMT
“Zhey’re not.” Tigershark stated simply, because it was true and why lie. He had to think a bit harder to make sure he said it in English, too. English was not his native language and he kept wanting to default to German. This was especially true while he was sloshed. He grinned, seeing that she seemed flustered by his comment. Clearly people were idiots and never told her that all too often.
Tigershark had a completely different aesthetic he found attractive, which ranged between super fit gals to ‘thick’ ladies. “Zhey’re my crew.” He explained simply. Mostly it was that they made him look more impressive than he already was. Everyone needed a posse for that, from what little he’d gleaned from rap stars and their music.
In general, though, friends were not something he easily made. Friends weren’t something he usually considered making, actually. Assets didn’t need friends, they needed handlers and people they worked with. Nothing more and nothing less. He wasn’t as bad as some of the other previous assets of HYDRA, in attitude or manipulation or accommodations. Mainly because of the Namor part of him that would not bend nor bow as much as they’d hoped.
“Ja.” Tigershark replied, unnecessarily. It was pretty obvious, though. “I’m from Germany.” He added, to fill in the silence. He was genuinely impressed when she jumped in against the dudebro, before the idiot tried to punch him. Not that it did anything to Tigershark. If anything it would probably hurt the Dudebro who’d punched him. Lucky for them, both parties retreated after it was proven that starting fights with the tall, lean man was not going to go well for anyone.
Tigershark was pleased with this turn of events; she was...concerned about him? That meant she probably liked him on some level. Yes! There wasn’t any bruise forming at all really; as he’d told her, punches didn’t really hurt him. Well, punches from normal people anyway.
Being who he was, Tigershark took no pains to hide his pointy ears or the similar severe eyebrows, thanks to his Atlantean genetics from Namor. Darcy would undoubtedly notice this as she got closer to him. His question was now posed to him, and….hmmm. Well, nothing. He did nothing to earn money. But girls liked it when you had money, from what he knew. He seemed to take a long time thinking about it.
Because what he previously did, most people don't openly say. ‘Killing people for HYDRA’ would also get their attention again and he didn’t want that. “I…”acquire” things and sell them.” Yes this was a good lie. Totally a good cover; he couldn’t say that he did nothing. That wasn’t impressive at all.
“Oh… Well…” Darcy wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the young man’s statement at first. Why hang out with people who weren’t your friends? The more she thought about it, though, the faster realization hit her. She was an odd duck in terms of society nowadays. The people she surrounded herself with, the people to whom she gave her time and energy, were her friends. Plain and simple, she didn’t waste her time with people she didn’t care for - and vice versa. It seemed stupid. “Why bother with them, then?” she inquired, genuinely curious. “Seems like a wasted effort, trying to please people you don’t actually care for.”
Over the years, Darcy had been called many things, but “most beautiful girl here” was a new one. As compliments by dudebros in bars went, it wasn’t half bad. She’d certainly heard worse, after all. Trying to stop the blush that had already seared across her cheeks, she focused instead on the accent pouring out of Alexander’s lips.
His crew? “Oh god. Please don’t tell me you’re some kind of Malibu’s Most Wanted gangster,” she laughed, unsure yet whether she wanted her guess to be way off base, or if she could honestly picture this guy as a white boy rapper wannabe. “Do you guys even have gangs where you’re from, or is it just the U.S. that gets saddled with all the idiots?”
Oh. Germany. Yeah, now that he’d said it, she could tell the accent was German. It probably would have been her first guess, if only because Germany was one of the most well-known countries in the world so far as her global knowledge went. “Very cool. I’ve been to Norway. Once. I was basically stuck in a lab the whole time, though.” She’d made the rue their attempts to keep her and Jane in the dark, at least. And they’d stayed safe while New York came under attack. All in all, it wasn’t really a bad trip.
A quick inspection of Alexander’s jaw confirmed what he’d said - the punch hadn’t hurt him. Maybe the dudebro had only managed a glancing blow. It had certainly looked solid, but without a mark on his chiseled jaw, she supposed he could be right. One thing she did notice, however, was the sharp point of Alexander’s ears. Canting her head, she chuckled quietly to herself -- shit, how long had she been sitting? And how many drinks had she had? Maybe standing hadn’t been the best idea in the world -- and reached up to touch one of them.
Definitely real. And wow, those two martinis were kicking her ass. Maybe she should have stopped at a dive bar for some greasy food beforehand. Oh well, too late now. “I’ll be damned,” she murmured, turning her rosy-cheeked smile back up to Alexander as he finally answered her question. “Oh. Like one of those people who digs up old things and sells them for ridiculous amounts of money?” The word was escaping her at the moment. Archaeologist wasn’t quite right - they only gave things to museums. Wait, no. They sold them to museums!
Right?
“You’re just a regular ol’ Indiana Jones, aren’t ya? Not sure I can picture you in his hat, though… Maybe if you put on some clothes that weren’t… uhh… those,” she offered, motioning to his chosen outfit for the evening. Giving him a once over, she nodded as if answering a question she hadn’t voiced. “You should wear nicer clothes. Like blazers and Dockers and shit. I bet you clean up good.”
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Nov 30, 2016 6:23:58 GMT
“Hmm?” Tigershark didn’t seem to understand. “Vell, ya can’t be cool or haf ‘swag’,” Tiger shark putting on air quotes for emphasis, “If ya don’t haf a crew or posse.” He said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which to him it was. That’s how you impressed people; by hanging out with other people who were either just as ‘hardcore’ as you were or that were famous. He shrugged at the last one “I don’t haf to please them.” If anything it was the other way around, because Tigershark did not kowtow to anyone, especially not those who were nowhere near superpowered.
Tigershark looked a bit confused at that. He was somewhat familiar with Malibu, but he’d never been there. “I hafven’t been to California, so no.” Tigershark admitted. Clearly, this was a list he should study carefully; would it get him street cred and impress ladies? If so, then it was totally a title he was going to go for. He thought for a moment. “No, but there are Barbarian tribes.” Well that was from Atlantis, but he knew next to nothing about German pop culture; he had not grown up in a city. So the closest thing he had to compare her question to was Atlantis.
At the mention of being stuck in a lab the whole time, Tigershark experienced a strange feeling he hadn’t before; sympathy for another person. Well, rather, it was so rare that he didn’t immediately recognize it for what it was.
Usually incredibly selfish and surrounded by those who didn’t see him as a person, Tigershark had been ever so slowly becoming less of a tool and improving as a person. Though Darcy had meant it as a figure of speech, he actually met her concern with something similar.
“Oh. Zey didn’t hurt you zere, did zey? ‘Cause I can totally destroy that place if you want.” Plus he did actively like wrecking things. But apparently it hadn’t been too traumatic, since she continued to look him over, which he let her do because of course he did. He wasn’t going to pass that up.
If his whole not getting hurt after having punched by a man that clearly had the muscle to back it up wasn’t enough indication that he wasn’t exactly normal, the metal bar that wrapped around...the bar was easily crushed in pressure by his concern/anger at this supposed lab thing.
When she touched his ear, however, that sort of got a weird reaction going. He hadn’t realized he was ticklish there, which was somewhat obvious to the girl in front of him. He only nodded in response to her statement about his job that he totally had. That way he didn’t have to elaborate on it. “Ah, I don’t like hats.” Tigershark stated. They were odd to him; better to have nothing covering his head than something.
Now, if it had been someone else suggesting he change his clothing, he would’ve probably gotten annoyed by it. As it was a girl he was interested in, however...that changed things a bit. Well, he’d probably wear some. If he could find any that fit; even these clothes were a bit snug and rather short. Part of him knew Namor had stuff that would fit him, since he was only an inch taller than the monarch (a fact he took pride in).
However he would do something like that at all. Maybe he needed more alcohol...
One of Darcy’s well-maintained eyebrows lifted at what Alexander was implying. No, not implying. Outright saying. “Of course you can,” she laughed. “I go places like this by myself all the time and I’m always the coolest person in the room,” she finished, shooting him a cocky grin and a wink. “Good. At least you know their pleasure isn’t your problem. Unless you’re sleeping with them. Then, well…” She let her words drift off, the insinuation hanging out there as obvious as an elephant in a ballroom.
Darcy chuckled at Alexander’s confusion and waved off her own comment in a sign of apology. “Sorry. Old movie reference. It didn’t do so well at the box office.” Again, Darcy’s eyebrow shot up, and genuine curiosity appeared on her face. “Barbarian tribes?” she echoed, canting her head slightly. “What part of Germany are you from?”
When her off-handed comment about her time in Oslo brought out a look of concern (and whoa, a threat?!), Darcy’s surprise showed plainly on her face. Her expression softened quickly and she placed a hand on his forearm in consolation. “Nah, they didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite, actually,” she assured him, chuckling at the irony. “We got sent there as a preventative measure, so that we weren’t caught in a uhh… violent situation..” See: alien attack. “..here in New York.”
An odd sound hit Darcy’s ears, barely noticeable over the crappy music blaring throughout the club. Glancing down to where her hand was resting on Alexander’s still, she slowly pulled it back towards her in order to get a better look at what was happening. Had he just… Holy shit! She wasn’t sure whether to be scared shitless (pfft, as if) or somewhat touched by the physical manifestation of his concern. Cute. A smidge unsettling, considering he really didn’t know her, but cute nonetheless.
“I can’t imagine why,” she chuckled, her eyes jumping back towards the pointed tip of his ears again. “I’m more of a beanie girl myself, but only because my ears get cold easily.” Probably more information that he wanted, but at least it was the truth.
“Hey, Alex!” Darcy grinned, a sudden urge to dance - not grind, like the hormone infested masses were doing here - filling her and an idea hitting her square between the eyes. “You wanna get out of this douche bar and go have some real fun?”
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Dec 9, 2016 5:05:22 GMT
“I’m from Germany, I don’t live zere now.” Alexander explained. While he may not be the brightest person in the room, even he knew that much. Barbarians hadn’t been part of the surface world in a long time. In Atlantis, however, this was apparently a thing. He seemed to think about it for a second. That’s not what all of the Rap stars implied in their videos; you needed ‘homies’, but they were more to make it look like you were cool person to hang with.
“I don’t like men.” Alexander stated bluntly, her somewhat joke like response and insinuation getting a more serious reply. Though she surprised at his comment, which just served to make Alexander more confused. From his experience, labs were always a bad place to be, and if it were up to him he would rather never ever set foot in one or something like it (which was why he didn’t like hospitals either). Her explanation did not serve to comfort him, though she seemed fine.
That was also good, though. He wasn’t used to stuff like that, but it felt nice. Good. It was probably because she was a hot girl; that was the best explanation to give. They always said it was for ‘your own good’ or ‘protection’, even though it wasn’t. It was clear he still didn’t believe her on that level, but he could handle it if someone popped up and tried to drag either of them off to that sort of sterile environment. So it was more his own personal problems and issues with such places, rather than full concern with what happened to Darcy.
Still, it was a step up. Showing empathy for another person hadn’t occurred in a long time for the young man. He shrugged at that; normal people did seem to get colder
Darcy was not the only person to notice the metal bar being so easily crushed by the lanky looking man. Other people were whispering, sounding afraid. Well, good. They should be afraid of him. But also think he was cool, that was how street cred worked, from his understanding. Then Darcy suggested leaving, and well...sure he’d be up for leaving with a pretty girl. This was definitely going in a good direction.
“Ja, sure.” Tigershark said. Abandoning his so called ‘friends’ was not difficult for him to do.
"Yeah, but that's where you said the barbarian tribes were, isn't it?" she teased, flashing a grin up at the tall young foreigner. She'd never been to Germany herself, so she couldn't say one way or the other if there were still people living like savages there. It was kind of interesting to think about, and the political sciences major in her was certainly curious to say the least. The idea of a barbaric civilization surviving throughout the times like that, especially in a country like Germany, was interesting. There were islands, she knew, where people still lived with basic necessities, and tribes in Africa and Australia, so perhaps it wasn't quite such a wild notion that Germany still had some old fashioned living situations.
"Well... I'll certainly keep that in mind..." His tone had stiffened out, as if almost insulted at her teasing implication. The last thing she wanted was to piss this dude off, though - not because she was intimidated by him, but because she genuinely hadn't meant anything serious by the comment. "Fan of the ladies, it is," she winked.
Something about the way Alexander held himself after her comments about Oslo still seemed to be bugging him. She wasn't a psychology major, but if she had to wager a guess, she'd say he'd had some kind of bad experience. Maybe a doctor screwed up a surgery when he was little or something. Childhood trauma was always the worst, and seemed to stick with people long after they'd grown up. That was a bit of a touchy subject, however, and although she was decidedly tipsy, she wasn't quite far gone enough to try and bust into the poor dude's personal life like the Kool-Aid man.
She smiled when Alexander accepted her offer of getting the heck out of Dodge and after tossing a twenty dollar bill onto the bar, grabbed his forearm again, this time in order to lead him towards the door. Despite the stupidly cramped nature of the club, it didn't take long to get to the door, and finally out into the chilly evening air. Waving down a cab, she gave the driver an address, giggling as she flopped back into the seat beside Alex. "This is going to be so great. Seriously, you're the best," she informed him, smiling at her new friend before turning to watch the city sweep past as the cab barreled at a reasonable speed toward the building where Jane and Thor made their home.
It wasn't a terribly long trip, and soon enough, the cab was pulling to a stop in front of the building. "Wait here. We'll be back in a jiffy," she informed the cabbie, pointing Alex to the door. "Before we reach our final destination, a slight wardrobe change is in order..." she chuckled, grabbing for his hand as she started on her way up the stairs to the building.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Jan 19, 2017 8:18:10 GMT
“No?” Tigershark replied. Was it supposed to be a secret that he was from Atlantis? He didn’t think so. “I’m absolutely sure zat isn’t za case.” He added, acting more sure than he was. People didn’t like a second guesser at all, so he wasn’t going to be one. “No, where I stay now has zem.” He stated. “Sort of, anyway. Zhey’re supposed to be part of the empire but they act like they’re not.” He snorted at that. “I mean, it’s kind of cool in a way, but Namor is za King.” He tacked on at the end.
He supposed he just didn’t appear super obvious, with having a normal skintone and all that. She seemed surprised by his response, but he didn’t know why. She’d posed the question, though then she was teasing him again, but like she actually liked him. So that was good, yes. The girl liked him, good enough. He didn’t pay attention to her reaction to his aversion to hospitals or laboratories in general. No one enjoyed having biopsies, least of all having them at regular intervals to study. See if they could make better clones (they could not). She did not ask about it, so he did not volunteer the information.
Then she tossed some cash on the counter and grabbed his arm, dragging him toward the door. There was a shouted demand about who was going to pay for the warped metal bar that Alexander had broken, and Tigershark’s response was to give the man the finger as they rushed through the throng of people. Getting through the sea of people was easy, though some of it was because Tigershark was impatient and somewhat forcefully shoved some people out of the way. They’d probably be fine anyway. Then she took the lead in full, waving down a cab and hopping in. He went with it because why the heck not, she was a hot girl and hopefully he’d get some after all of this because clearly she found him attractive as well. “I am.” Tigershark agreed wholeheartedly as the cab swerved and dodged around traffic to get to wherever they were going in time. Tigershark approved, not knowing that that the cabbie could’ve taken a longer route to get there in order to charge more. They’d gotten lucky and gotten one of the good ones.
They arrived, with Darcy telling the cabbie to wait for them, though he wasn’t about to let Darcy hop out without paying for the fare there. Otherwise, he’d just assume they were fare hoppers. Once that whole mess was dealt with….however Darcy dealt with it, as Alexander certainly wasn’t paying any attention to what was happening over there, she pointed him toward the door. “Huh? Why?” Tigershark asked as he allowed her to lead him into the building. “I fink you look fine as you are.” Like finnnnnnnnneeeee. But he’d already told her that.
But if Namor could make women adore him easily, then clearly he could do it. He was the better man between them so that wouldn’t be too hard. Right? right.
Well, he was certainly certain that he hadn’t said that. She chuckled quietly, nodding to admit defeat. Wait, what? There were Barbarians where he lived now? Ohhh… Maybe that’s what he called his… wait… Did he just say empire? “Holy hand grenades…” she breathed, noting the ears. The strength. The naivety when it came to social norms. “Are you Atlantean?” she asked, her question a low hiss in a mixture of shock, awe, and some half-assed attempt to not blurt it out to the whole club in case he wanted to keep that a secret. “I thought you guys were all blue…” That’s what she’d seen during the battles, at least. Mostly naked blue dudes everywhere she looked. All in all, not the worst allies, in her not-so-professional opinion.
“I’m gonna call that a win for me,” she grinned, shooting the foreigner a quick wink. Maybe that would help him see she’d been joking. Or maybe he’d think she was flirting with him. Either of those would be good, she decided. No, wait. Maybe that was the booze. Damn that booze…
She heard the bartender shout something, but her adrenaline was pumping blood so hard she couldn’t hear him very well. Then again, maybe that was the bass of the song playing right now. Hell if she knew. Hell if she cared. Laughing irresponsibly at his response to the bartender’s yelling, she slid her hand down to his, the better to keep hold of him as they moved through the crowd.
“Oh man. And humble to boot,” she laughed, gripping the back of the front seat tightly as the cabbie sent them flying through the streets at something akin to breakneck speeds. Damn, she’d never get used to New York drivers. Maniacs, the lot of them! Of course this one was going to be difficult. With a grumble, she shoved a ten at the man before finally managing to climb out of the car with her new friend.
The sound of his voice caused her to stop halfway up the stairs and she turned around to grin. She could feel her cheeks flushing from embarrassment at the compliment - it wasn’t cheesy like his first attempt had been. One step ahead of him, she was almost as tall as he was now. Cool. Whoa. Had his eyes always been that pretty green color, though? “Wardrobe change isn’t for me… Don’t want you to lose your pants on the dance floor,” she said, licking her lips in an attempt to get some moisture back into her mouth.
Off the dance floor, maybe...
It took her a moment, but she finally managed to tear her gaze away from his eyes. Blinking rapidly a few times, she sucked in a deep breath and jerked her head towards the stairs. Jane’s pad was on the second floor (thank goodness), and with the key she’d been given the day Jane moved in, she unlocked the place with ease. Whether he followed her to the bedroom, she didn’t mind - it wasn’t her room, after all. Moving into the closet, she made quick work of her assessment of Thor’s wardrobe, picking out a few things and finally emerging. “Here. Let’s see how these work on you,” she chimed, holding out a pair of black slacks, a black button-up shirt, and a tie that almost matched the dress she was wearing. Yeah, okay, that had been on purpose. “God of Thunder might have broader shoulders than you, but I think it should be pretty close…”
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Feb 27, 2017 8:01:26 GMT
“Uh, Ja.” Tigershark said, gesturing to the warped metal and elvish ears. The next part was her assuming that they were all blue. Good, she didn’t think he looked like Namor, that was fantastic news. It meant she definitely didn’t expect him to be like Namor; so there wasn’t any of that insanity going on.
“I’m unique.” Or rather, he was a clone of one of two Atlantean-Human hybrids in existence in the first place. So not a lie, but not the truth either. She teased him a bit more before they left the bar and grabbed his hand, which made him feel tingly. Or that could’ve been the alcohol. They left the establishment and were soon at her apartment. Or some place of hers, whatever it was.
Tigershark looked a bit confused at that. For...him? But these clothes were hella fly. Well, he’d have to see what she was talking about, and he was pretty amenable to listen to her, since she’d been flirting with him all night. Eventually she led him up the stairs and into a slightly more cramped area, having him hunch over a bit, due to his height.
Houses were not built for someone as tall as him. Tigershark trailed after her, his eyes drifting over the apartment-house’s landscape. Oh, so this was the home of her friend. Oh, clothes. Part of him didn’t care for clothes, unless they looked cool. But these did. Also they were apparently Thor’s.
He shrugged before stripping off his shirt first, right in front of Darcy because well, nudity was normal, right? Nothing really offensive was being shown. Perhaps it an unconscious desire to continue to show off for Darcy that prompted it, but never the less, there he was; shirtless and all that. Well, before he pulled the black shirt on. It was a bit loose all around, but otherwise pretty good. “Oh. Vell, let’s see.”
Wait, surface world. Right, he should….change elsewhere. Except for the tie. He didn’t know how to put that thing on. A few moments later, he returned. At least the clothes mostly fit, though due to Thor being a bit more bulky, they were slightly loose; he’d probably still need the belt he had. And the shoes. Holding the tie awkwardly, he stood as if to ask he what she thought.
