Otabek, Terry, Tommy - Shinobi's party
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ax_mainTerry checks in with Otabek and ends up introducing him to Tommy.
Terry chewed nervously on her bottom lip, then knocked back her drink and walked over to Otabek. "So, what d'you think of the music?"
Please don't hate it, please don't hate it, please don't hate it.
He glanced up, taking in Terry’s posture, and flashed her a rare smile. “Not bad. I’m going to have to wander over later and check out your friend’s setup. Wasn’t expecting anything that tight. You’re singing later, right?”
"I don't think Warren would let me get away with not doing it," Terry confirmed. She had every intention of having drunk enough by then she wouldn't feel so nervous and exposed at the thought. She glanced back at Tommy, knocking himself out on the set-up in question. "Shinobi bought it for this party. The set-up, I mean."
“Huh. Happy birthday indeed.”
Terry shrugged. "It's nothing much to him. He's probably as wealthy as the headmaster, if not more."
“Well, at least he has good taste to throw money at.” Otabek shrugged. “How often do things like this happen at the school?”
"What, parties?" Terry looked around as if to assess it. "We had one in September, and now this one." The one in New York didn't count, she figured, since they hadn't thrown it. "I'm not sure whether we'll keep up the frequency."
“Hm.” Otabek tipped his head toward the DJ. “Want to introduce me to your friend?”
"Why not," Terry agreed, and led the way over. "Tommy!" She smiled at him. "This is Otabek. He wanted to have a look at the setup."
Tommy hadn't actually expected Shinobi to shell out for a serious sound system, but he'd figured - what the hell, might as well ask. That the mixer and speakers had actually turned up had made him take a minute and reevaluate his original (fairly nebulous) perceptions of the guy slightly in his favour. That Tommy suddenly had to learn how to use the thing was a whole different issue.
On the plus side, he was a fast study, and being able to go a lot faster than the internal computers and switches made fixing his mistakes and changing his mind look and sound a whole lot smoother than if he'd had to fuck around with it at regular speed. So by the time things were getting busy he mostly had the tech part down, and was starting to get more into the whole creative side of things, headphones down around his ears.
Movement caught his eye and he glanced up, shoving the headphones off to sit around his neck when Terry approached. "Hey," he greeted her - and the new guy - with a nod and grin. "Feast your eyes. Shinobi doesn't do things by halves."
Otabek’s lips crooked. “Certainly not. Nice equipment.”
"It's all behaving the way you want it to?" Terry checked.
Tommy shrugged one shoulder. "I'm pretty sure it's got about a billion settings I haven't figured out yet, but so far so good. It's a hell of a lot better than the ipod speakers we had going last time."
“As long as you don’t blow someone’s ears out, you’re on the right path,” Otabek said. “Stay below the red.”
"Between you and me, I'm sure we could save people's ears if it got to that," Terry told Otabek with a small smile, before she turned back to Tommy to wholeheartedly agree with him. "So, so much better."
Save people's ears, stay below the red- Tommy cocked his head and looked the new guy over a little more closely. "You're another sound guy?" He grinned, and nodded in Terry's direction. "Have you got the scream, too? That shit's slick."
Otabek shook his head. “No screaming, I quiet things down. Well, power wise.”
"My nemesis," Terry added with a smile that belied the words.
Tommy snickered. "Sounds like it's time for a cage match."
“I don’t think anyone wants in the middle of that.” Otabek snickered. “Nemesis, huh? You plotting evil over there?”
Terry managed to look affronted. "Why have I got to be the evil one?"
"It's the hair," Tommy replied, nodding sagely. "And the cute factor," he added after a beat, just in case she was feeling like mashing him into the ground. "You can't not be up to something."
Otabek looked at the both in amusement. “Sorry, siren, but he right. The pretty ones are always the badasses.”
"'Badass' does not mean 'evil', and we're all pretty," Terry remarked, lips quirked up in a small smile. There was only a light blush on her cheeks from the compliments. "But all right. I'll have to come up with an evil masterplan."
Tommy snickered, folding his arms. "Just remember, once you're installed as the supreme leader, the little people who helped you along the way."
Otabek rubbed his neck. “And maybe wait to blast anything until I’ve worked out this control thing better.”
Terry pursed her lips sceptically. "I don't think evil masterminds wait for their nemesis to be ready."
"I'm pretty sure that goes against whatever the Evil Overlords equivalent of the Geneva Convention would be," Tommy replied cheerfully.
Otabek eyes Tommy. “I see how it is. Going for number one henchman?”
"He knows where his interests lie," Terry replied, smiling happily at Tommy.
Tommy splayed out one hand over his heart. "For you? Anything." And he dropped a wink at the new guy as well. "I've seen what her powers can do, dude. Unless you can beat The Scream for destructive potential, I'm throwing my lot in with Red."
“Fair enough.”
"But my evil masterplans can wait until tomorrow," Terry went on, after giving Tommy another bright smile. "For now, the party takes precedence."
"Speaking of which-" Tommy zipped back to the tech, flashing over to the mixer to make sure he didn't end up leaving a break between songs. Flirting with Terry was an excellent excuse, as far as he was concerned, but other people might not see it the same way.
Terry laughed when Tommy zipped back to his task, and she turned her smile on Otabek. "How about a nemesis dance? It's exactly like a regular dance, except we're nemesis."
Otabek glanced out at the party, taking in the dance floor, and eyes slipping briefly to Yuri. Looking back at Terry he nodded, “Sure. If it’ll keep you out of trouble.”
"For as long as a dance, anyway, maybe," Terry replied playfully. "Come on."
He followed her to the dance area without protest.
Terry chewed nervously on her bottom lip, then knocked back her drink and walked over to Otabek. "So, what d'you think of the music?"
Please don't hate it, please don't hate it, please don't hate it.
He glanced up, taking in Terry’s posture, and flashed her a rare smile. “Not bad. I’m going to have to wander over later and check out your friend’s setup. Wasn’t expecting anything that tight. You’re singing later, right?”
"I don't think Warren would let me get away with not doing it," Terry confirmed. She had every intention of having drunk enough by then she wouldn't feel so nervous and exposed at the thought. She glanced back at Tommy, knocking himself out on the set-up in question. "Shinobi bought it for this party. The set-up, I mean."
“Huh. Happy birthday indeed.”
Terry shrugged. "It's nothing much to him. He's probably as wealthy as the headmaster, if not more."
“Well, at least he has good taste to throw money at.” Otabek shrugged. “How often do things like this happen at the school?”
"What, parties?" Terry looked around as if to assess it. "We had one in September, and now this one." The one in New York didn't count, she figured, since they hadn't thrown it. "I'm not sure whether we'll keep up the frequency."
“Hm.” Otabek tipped his head toward the DJ. “Want to introduce me to your friend?”
"Why not," Terry agreed, and led the way over. "Tommy!" She smiled at him. "This is Otabek. He wanted to have a look at the setup."
Tommy hadn't actually expected Shinobi to shell out for a serious sound system, but he'd figured - what the hell, might as well ask. That the mixer and speakers had actually turned up had made him take a minute and reevaluate his original (fairly nebulous) perceptions of the guy slightly in his favour. That Tommy suddenly had to learn how to use the thing was a whole different issue.
On the plus side, he was a fast study, and being able to go a lot faster than the internal computers and switches made fixing his mistakes and changing his mind look and sound a whole lot smoother than if he'd had to fuck around with it at regular speed. So by the time things were getting busy he mostly had the tech part down, and was starting to get more into the whole creative side of things, headphones down around his ears.
Movement caught his eye and he glanced up, shoving the headphones off to sit around his neck when Terry approached. "Hey," he greeted her - and the new guy - with a nod and grin. "Feast your eyes. Shinobi doesn't do things by halves."
Otabek’s lips crooked. “Certainly not. Nice equipment.”
"It's all behaving the way you want it to?" Terry checked.
Tommy shrugged one shoulder. "I'm pretty sure it's got about a billion settings I haven't figured out yet, but so far so good. It's a hell of a lot better than the ipod speakers we had going last time."
“As long as you don’t blow someone’s ears out, you’re on the right path,” Otabek said. “Stay below the red.”
"Between you and me, I'm sure we could save people's ears if it got to that," Terry told Otabek with a small smile, before she turned back to Tommy to wholeheartedly agree with him. "So, so much better."
Save people's ears, stay below the red- Tommy cocked his head and looked the new guy over a little more closely. "You're another sound guy?" He grinned, and nodded in Terry's direction. "Have you got the scream, too? That shit's slick."
Otabek shook his head. “No screaming, I quiet things down. Well, power wise.”
"My nemesis," Terry added with a smile that belied the words.
Tommy snickered. "Sounds like it's time for a cage match."
“I don’t think anyone wants in the middle of that.” Otabek snickered. “Nemesis, huh? You plotting evil over there?”
Terry managed to look affronted. "Why have I got to be the evil one?"
"It's the hair," Tommy replied, nodding sagely. "And the cute factor," he added after a beat, just in case she was feeling like mashing him into the ground. "You can't not be up to something."
Otabek looked at the both in amusement. “Sorry, siren, but he right. The pretty ones are always the badasses.”
"'Badass' does not mean 'evil', and we're all pretty," Terry remarked, lips quirked up in a small smile. There was only a light blush on her cheeks from the compliments. "But all right. I'll have to come up with an evil masterplan."
Tommy snickered, folding his arms. "Just remember, once you're installed as the supreme leader, the little people who helped you along the way."
Otabek rubbed his neck. “And maybe wait to blast anything until I’ve worked out this control thing better.”
Terry pursed her lips sceptically. "I don't think evil masterminds wait for their nemesis to be ready."
"I'm pretty sure that goes against whatever the Evil Overlords equivalent of the Geneva Convention would be," Tommy replied cheerfully.
Otabek eyes Tommy. “I see how it is. Going for number one henchman?”
"He knows where his interests lie," Terry replied, smiling happily at Tommy.
Tommy splayed out one hand over his heart. "For you? Anything." And he dropped a wink at the new guy as well. "I've seen what her powers can do, dude. Unless you can beat The Scream for destructive potential, I'm throwing my lot in with Red."
“Fair enough.”
"But my evil masterplans can wait until tomorrow," Terry went on, after giving Tommy another bright smile. "For now, the party takes precedence."
"Speaking of which-" Tommy zipped back to the tech, flashing over to the mixer to make sure he didn't end up leaving a break between songs. Flirting with Terry was an excellent excuse, as far as he was concerned, but other people might not see it the same way.
Terry laughed when Tommy zipped back to his task, and she turned her smile on Otabek. "How about a nemesis dance? It's exactly like a regular dance, except we're nemesis."
Otabek glanced out at the party, taking in the dance floor, and eyes slipping briefly to Yuri. Looking back at Terry he nodded, “Sure. If it’ll keep you out of trouble.”
"For as long as a dance, anyway, maybe," Terry replied playfully. "Come on."
He followed her to the dance area without protest.
