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Vex, Brigitte, and Ginger | February 17th
Vex tries to make nice with the new girls at the Valentine's party, and succeeds more than anyone anticipated.
Vex spotted the new girls wall flowering at the party. They might be giving strong 'fuck off' vibes, but they were here, weren't they? Why come to a party if you didn't want to meet people? Well, maybe they'd come for the food, or for scathing commentary. Vex was all for that on the right occasion. Instead of heading back to the dance floor on her next pass around Vex headed over.
"Hey there," she greeted. "Don't think we've met yet. I'm Vex. You're pretty new, yeah?"
Brigitte blinked at the girl, completely thrown by someone coming up to them. She half shifted behind her sister instinctively, but, well, experience so far had shown that letting Ginger be the main point of contact... didn't go well. Unless they wanted to piss people off, which, no. Instead, she moved up until she was next to Ginger, flashed a sardonic little half-grin at her sister, and jumped in first, snarking, "Yeah, freshly imported."
Ginger shot a look at her sister - fuck, did they have be friendly again - before turning her gaze back on the dark haired girl. Wasn’t she one of the organizers of this weird party? Way too fucking pretty to be wasting her time with them, so she was probably up to something.
Fuck it. Let her try. “Fake passports and everything,” she added dryly, not smiling.
Vex wasn’t put off by the glaring. She preferred genuine disdain over polite smiles and side comments. “Always useful,” Vex commented. “I prefer the fake passport over the real one. My brother and I are pretty recently arrived as well. Different continents, I suspect.”
"Not that useful," Brigitte commented, glancing over the other girl's outfit. It was girly, but in that weird dangerous way that some people could pull off. Or maybe that was just an instinctive reaction to all the red. She smiled a little when she noticed the wolf necklace. "They still have our real names on them."
Ginger didn't respond, just kept scowling at them both. God, Brigitte was practically throwing herself at this random British chick.
"Ah, that is less flexible," Vex agreed. "Honestly, the best bet is to avoid situations where anyone is going to ask for ID. Which kind of makes me feel stuck on this continent now, but at least there's plenty of places to run if this school gets boring. Are you liking it so far?" She guessed the answer was 'no' based on Ginger's hostility, but she'd persevere. "I'm Vex by the way."
"It's a school, so there are better places to be," Brigitte responded dryly, then glanced at Ginger. She frowned, remembering. "And worse. I'm Brigitte."
Ginger was eyeing the new girl - Vex? What kind of name was that? - but curiosity got the better of her. “Ginger. What kind of places?” Because yeah, she was definitely bored with the school.
“There’s a city center that’s not too hard to get to, and from there you can grab buses and things to the city. I haven’t been yet, but if there was ever a place to get lost…” Vex gestured to the nearest door. “Personally, I spend most of my time in the woods. The forest between here and the next town over is gorgeous.”
Brigitte tilted her head slightly, swinging her gaze back to focus somewhere around Vex's left shoulder. Wandering the woods certainly didn't mesh with typical 'pretty girl' behavior. Maybe it was a powers thing? She couldn't help but ask, "Just, wandering around?"
Vex smiled, soft and genuine. “Wandering. Tracking interesting wildlife.” She winked. “No offense, but sometimes animals are better than people.”
"Only sometimes?" Brigitte murmured, mostly for her sister's benefit. She didn't have any particularly warm feelings about animals, unlike the dog obsessed weirdos that made up their old cul-de-sac, but at least they made more sense than people.
“Most people suck,” Ginger informed Vex in a perfectly bored deadpan, clearly waiting to see if she’d be an exception or not.
Vex grinned. "Most people," she agreed. "Though some less than others."
"You said your brother is here, too?" Brigitte asked, assuming that was who Vex meant. She unconsciously swayed closer to Ginger.
Vex hadn't gotten pissed off or stuck up about Ginger's comment, so that was a start at least - not that Ginger was holding out any hope, more like waiting to see what would actually offend the girl.
For now, Ginger just turned her head to mumble at Brigitte. "Chatterbox."
Vex glanced between them. “My brother’s here. If you spot him, you’ll recognize him.” She gestured at herself. “Twin, so looks like me, except a boy. Usually he’s the somber one, but now that he’s started dating he’s either lurking in shadows or looking disgustingly cute with Percy.”
Boys weren't something Brigitte generally paid attention to, so she couldn't pull up an image of a boy version of Vex and she had no idea who Percy was. She wanted to make a joke to Ginger about there being two boys she couldn't fuck when she got horny, but didn't want to mention it in front of Vex. So she just rolled her eyes at Ginger in response to her comment, and decided to talk more just to be contrary. "No one ever guesses we're related," Brigitte smirked slightly, remembering all the rumors at rehab.
Ginger rolled her eyes at B, but joined in all the same. “Our good friend Eleanor thought we were a pair of suicidal lesbians,” she drawled, meaning one of the doctors at the rehab they’d been busted out of.
"What a judgmental friend," Vex said dryly. She gestured between both girls. "I'm guessing this Eleanor doesn't have siblings, because you're clearly family. People are gross."
"We're pretty sure she got paid by the diagnosis," Brigitte directed a smile down at the floor.
“Or she’s a fucking moron,” Ginger said, thinking that was way more likely.
“There’s always that strong possibility,” Vex said. “Well, hopefully it’ll be less shitty here? I make you no promises. I’m still new to this high school thing.”
Brigitte snorted in amusement, glancing at her sister out of the corner of her eye. Ginger had almost killed one of their teachers at their old school, so she certainly hoped it went better here.
“This isn’t high school,” Ginger said flatly, looking pointedly around the party. “This is a different fucking planet from high school.”
Vex shrugged. "I've very little to compare this to. Living with this many people is weird, and having this much adult supervision... takes a bit of getting used to. But hey, the food's good. I don't ask for much more."
That was interesting. It sounded like Vex had been living free, where she and Ginger would have been had they not fucked up at the library. Brigitte peered up at Vex, wondering if she had another sob story like them, or that guy Ginger had met, Tommy. "Did you get caught? Or brought here or something?"
She wavered her hand. "The professor found Vax and invited him here. My powers didn't show up for a while, so I was stuck back in England for a few months. I was pretty close to bullshitting having power when mine finally kicked in."
"So what's your trick?" Ginger asked, reluctantly interested.
Brigitte understood being willing to do anything for a sibling, though she was curious how Vex imagined she'd lie to a telepath. She cautiously edged her gaze towards the other girl's face as she waited for an answer.
Vex gestured at the decorations, the living vines climbing the walls, and flowers in bloom. “My summary is I enchant things. It’s not a sciencey explanation, but it sums it up well. These were all arrows carved with flowers and vines. You’ll also see me walking around with a bear pretty often. So, warning for Trinket.” Vex touched the bear charm at her throat. “People generally ask why I’m allowed to have a pet at school, and he’s not a pet. He’s just… a magic bear. Sort of. That hibernates in my necklace. But he’s very smart, and more expressive than normal bears, so if you see him out don’t be afraid.”
"...a bear," Ginger repeated slowly.
"A bear?" Brigitte echoed a half second behind her sister, then looked around at all the decorations. She'd figured they had some sort of person with plant powers do all of it. "Shit," she muttered, wide eyed.
Vex grinned. Whether they were impressed or terrified, it was an edifying reaction. “He’s a sweetheart, I promise.”
"He's a magic bear," Ginger repeated, still giving Vex a dead-eyed stare. Apparently she was serious about this bear thing.
Brigitte turned back from the decorations to stare at the necklace. "So, like, a bear you created from the necklace? Or an actual bear that turns into a necklace?" Jesus, what the hell was her life.
“The former,” Vex clarified. “Metal first, later a bear. I can only change objects as far as I know, nothing that starts as living. That would be pretty dodgy.”
“Yeah,” Ginger deadpanned, “that would be weird.”
Brigitte smiled, small and genuine, at her sister. Some of these people were so blasé about their powers. "Well," she directed at Vex, "I don't know about a magic bear, but most animals don't like us anymore. He might not be quite as sweet around us."
“I’ll make sure he behaves,” she promised. “Is it a powers thing?”
Ginger's expression had soured. "You could say that." The neighbor's dog had barked his fucking head off at her. She still had the gruesome memories of eating him.
"Dogs have gotten really spooked, even trained ones." Because as shitty a person as Trina was, she had that dog perfectly docile before it went crazy over Ginger.
“Trinket is unnaturally intelligent.” For an unnatural bear. “But we’ll be careful. If he has a bad reaction, I can put him into the necklace quickly. I take it you ladies aren’t big on nature walking then?”
Ginger's lip had curled back in a sneer. "Our last little nature walk didn't go so well," she replied, yanking her shirt to the side and off her right shoulder. The move revealed three long, deep, messy scars torn into her upper chest and shoulder. "So no."
Brigitte was startled that Ginger was actually showing off her scars from the attack. She angled herself so that she was facing her sister, a protective brace, and checked the room to see if anyone else was looking. She ended on Vex and hurried to explain. "We were attacked by something, it triggered our mutations. We haven't tried since."
Vex straightened. She hadn't expected the visceral response. With the look of those scars, the trauma was fresh, and this conversation was suddenly more personal than she’d expected to get tonight. The way Brigitte moved towards her sister was so familiar that Vex felt echoing instinct to check the room for threats and make sure nothing was heading for her brother. “I can’t say I blame you,” Vex said. There was no pity in her tone, her friendly candor evening out at the mention of danger. “There’s plenty to do on the grounds. If you ever do feel restricted and want to take a walk and glare down the past, some of us hunt in the woods. If you want a formidable entourage, this would be the place for it. I can’t promise we’re perfectly safe here, because life is always full of unexpected bullshit, but there are solid people around. I hope it’ll good here for you. For all of us.”
Ginger had regained some control of herself, and covered her scars again, glaring at B for making fucking excuses for her. Glancing back at the other girl, she asked, "The fuck do you hunt here?"
Brigitte just raised her chin stubbornly at Ginger's glare before also turning her attention to the other girl. She didn't know if Ginger just wanted to play the martyr or what, but this way she had shut down any questions Vex might have asked.
Vex shrugged at the question. "Right now? I'm tracking rabbits or deer, but I'm mostly hitting trees. There's plenty of food around here, so no reason to actually take down game."
Ginger just grunted a reply, still feeling a little off balance in the whole conversation. Was it good or bad that there were things in the woods to tear apart if she got that far gone?
Oh god, Brigitte did not want to see Ginger kill Bambi. "Is it safe for us to walk out there, if other people are hunting?" It would be annoying if the driveway was the only good exit point, but she'd rather go that way than be shot.
“Absolutely—I think it’s mainly just tracking. The woods are deep though, so I’d be more concerned about getting lost if you go too far.”
"We should be so lucky," Ginger griped. Lost in the woods was starting to sound pretty good...
The corner of Brigitte's mouth quirked upwards for a second before she smoothed her expression out again. "It can't be worse than getting lost in these hallways."
Vex chuckled. "Someone will find you eventually."
Ginger just rolled her eyes. God, B was getting into this small talk bullshit...
So we won't stop in the woods, Brigitte thought idly, staring off into the distance. Vex did make a good point, earlier. Here, they had food, beds, and each other. Maybe it was worth sticking around.
Looked like a good time to leave them be. “If you ladies get bored, I’m pretty sure I live next door to you,” Vex said. “110. Give a knock.”
Ginger gave Brigitte a pointed look for her silence. "Great," she said dryly.
"Sure, thanks," Brigitte nodded at Vex, then squinted pointedly right back at Ginger - just because she wanted to play nice didn't mean she had to talk.
Vex gave them a little wave and left them to their corner to glower.
"Buh-bye," Ginger said sarcastically, though without much bite.
Brigitte sighed and turned back towards Ginger, closing their circuit once more.
“Well aren’t you just a little social butterfly,” Ginger snarked at her sister, playing at their mother’s voice, but with an edge of betrayal in it.
"She didn't suck," Brigitte said, a little defensively and pissed at the impression. She pointedly looked down at Ginger's ribs. "And you're the one who felt like sharing."
"Fuck you," Ginger shot back at her, "we didn't need any of that nature walk bullshit. The hell does she know about us?"
Brigitte rolled her eyes. "Nothing, hence the talking. And because of the talking, now we have more information."
"And a headache," Ginger retorted, unphased. "Don't tell me you actually want to be friends."
"I don't particularly want to be enemies," Brigitte retorted in a breezy tone that dripped sarcasm.
"You can have little sleepovers and braid each others hair," Ginger said sarcastically, sugar sweet tone dropping as she added, "And then you can tell her all about your visions of her gory death. Besties forever!"
"Are you jealous?" Brigitte snorted, gleeful.
Ginger glared. “Of you going normal? I’d rather die.”
"So would I. Obviously." Brigitte rolled her eyes. "I would never ditch you for a norm. Even a mutant norm."
Ginger kept giving her that look for another long moment, then let a tiny smirk crack the expression. Together forever. Glancing from her sister to the rest of the room, she prompted their old game. “Search and Destroy. Go.”
Brigitte blinked, then swept her eyes across the room. Eeny, meeny, miney... she nodded at the dark haired guy in the red blazer and fedora, for fuck's sake. "D.O.A. at the tailor. Compressed until his organs liquefied after being mistaken for a bolt of uncrushed velvet."
"Survived only by a hideous hat," Ginger added with a smirk.
Brigitte looked at Ginger out of the corner of her eye and smirked back. "The funeral was the fashion event of the year."
"No one actually mourned," Ginger droned on, falling into the old rhythm, tearing an unsuspecting classmate apart. Definitely made the party suck less.
Vex spotted the new girls wall flowering at the party. They might be giving strong 'fuck off' vibes, but they were here, weren't they? Why come to a party if you didn't want to meet people? Well, maybe they'd come for the food, or for scathing commentary. Vex was all for that on the right occasion. Instead of heading back to the dance floor on her next pass around Vex headed over.
"Hey there," she greeted. "Don't think we've met yet. I'm Vex. You're pretty new, yeah?"
Brigitte blinked at the girl, completely thrown by someone coming up to them. She half shifted behind her sister instinctively, but, well, experience so far had shown that letting Ginger be the main point of contact... didn't go well. Unless they wanted to piss people off, which, no. Instead, she moved up until she was next to Ginger, flashed a sardonic little half-grin at her sister, and jumped in first, snarking, "Yeah, freshly imported."
Ginger shot a look at her sister - fuck, did they have be friendly again - before turning her gaze back on the dark haired girl. Wasn’t she one of the organizers of this weird party? Way too fucking pretty to be wasting her time with them, so she was probably up to something.
Fuck it. Let her try. “Fake passports and everything,” she added dryly, not smiling.
Vex wasn’t put off by the glaring. She preferred genuine disdain over polite smiles and side comments. “Always useful,” Vex commented. “I prefer the fake passport over the real one. My brother and I are pretty recently arrived as well. Different continents, I suspect.”
"Not that useful," Brigitte commented, glancing over the other girl's outfit. It was girly, but in that weird dangerous way that some people could pull off. Or maybe that was just an instinctive reaction to all the red. She smiled a little when she noticed the wolf necklace. "They still have our real names on them."
Ginger didn't respond, just kept scowling at them both. God, Brigitte was practically throwing herself at this random British chick.
"Ah, that is less flexible," Vex agreed. "Honestly, the best bet is to avoid situations where anyone is going to ask for ID. Which kind of makes me feel stuck on this continent now, but at least there's plenty of places to run if this school gets boring. Are you liking it so far?" She guessed the answer was 'no' based on Ginger's hostility, but she'd persevere. "I'm Vex by the way."
"It's a school, so there are better places to be," Brigitte responded dryly, then glanced at Ginger. She frowned, remembering. "And worse. I'm Brigitte."
Ginger was eyeing the new girl - Vex? What kind of name was that? - but curiosity got the better of her. “Ginger. What kind of places?” Because yeah, she was definitely bored with the school.
“There’s a city center that’s not too hard to get to, and from there you can grab buses and things to the city. I haven’t been yet, but if there was ever a place to get lost…” Vex gestured to the nearest door. “Personally, I spend most of my time in the woods. The forest between here and the next town over is gorgeous.”
Brigitte tilted her head slightly, swinging her gaze back to focus somewhere around Vex's left shoulder. Wandering the woods certainly didn't mesh with typical 'pretty girl' behavior. Maybe it was a powers thing? She couldn't help but ask, "Just, wandering around?"
Vex smiled, soft and genuine. “Wandering. Tracking interesting wildlife.” She winked. “No offense, but sometimes animals are better than people.”
"Only sometimes?" Brigitte murmured, mostly for her sister's benefit. She didn't have any particularly warm feelings about animals, unlike the dog obsessed weirdos that made up their old cul-de-sac, but at least they made more sense than people.
“Most people suck,” Ginger informed Vex in a perfectly bored deadpan, clearly waiting to see if she’d be an exception or not.
Vex grinned. "Most people," she agreed. "Though some less than others."
"You said your brother is here, too?" Brigitte asked, assuming that was who Vex meant. She unconsciously swayed closer to Ginger.
Vex hadn't gotten pissed off or stuck up about Ginger's comment, so that was a start at least - not that Ginger was holding out any hope, more like waiting to see what would actually offend the girl.
For now, Ginger just turned her head to mumble at Brigitte. "Chatterbox."
Vex glanced between them. “My brother’s here. If you spot him, you’ll recognize him.” She gestured at herself. “Twin, so looks like me, except a boy. Usually he’s the somber one, but now that he’s started dating he’s either lurking in shadows or looking disgustingly cute with Percy.”
Boys weren't something Brigitte generally paid attention to, so she couldn't pull up an image of a boy version of Vex and she had no idea who Percy was. She wanted to make a joke to Ginger about there being two boys she couldn't fuck when she got horny, but didn't want to mention it in front of Vex. So she just rolled her eyes at Ginger in response to her comment, and decided to talk more just to be contrary. "No one ever guesses we're related," Brigitte smirked slightly, remembering all the rumors at rehab.
Ginger rolled her eyes at B, but joined in all the same. “Our good friend Eleanor thought we were a pair of suicidal lesbians,” she drawled, meaning one of the doctors at the rehab they’d been busted out of.
"What a judgmental friend," Vex said dryly. She gestured between both girls. "I'm guessing this Eleanor doesn't have siblings, because you're clearly family. People are gross."
"We're pretty sure she got paid by the diagnosis," Brigitte directed a smile down at the floor.
“Or she’s a fucking moron,” Ginger said, thinking that was way more likely.
“There’s always that strong possibility,” Vex said. “Well, hopefully it’ll be less shitty here? I make you no promises. I’m still new to this high school thing.”
Brigitte snorted in amusement, glancing at her sister out of the corner of her eye. Ginger had almost killed one of their teachers at their old school, so she certainly hoped it went better here.
“This isn’t high school,” Ginger said flatly, looking pointedly around the party. “This is a different fucking planet from high school.”
Vex shrugged. "I've very little to compare this to. Living with this many people is weird, and having this much adult supervision... takes a bit of getting used to. But hey, the food's good. I don't ask for much more."
That was interesting. It sounded like Vex had been living free, where she and Ginger would have been had they not fucked up at the library. Brigitte peered up at Vex, wondering if she had another sob story like them, or that guy Ginger had met, Tommy. "Did you get caught? Or brought here or something?"
She wavered her hand. "The professor found Vax and invited him here. My powers didn't show up for a while, so I was stuck back in England for a few months. I was pretty close to bullshitting having power when mine finally kicked in."
"So what's your trick?" Ginger asked, reluctantly interested.
Brigitte understood being willing to do anything for a sibling, though she was curious how Vex imagined she'd lie to a telepath. She cautiously edged her gaze towards the other girl's face as she waited for an answer.
Vex gestured at the decorations, the living vines climbing the walls, and flowers in bloom. “My summary is I enchant things. It’s not a sciencey explanation, but it sums it up well. These were all arrows carved with flowers and vines. You’ll also see me walking around with a bear pretty often. So, warning for Trinket.” Vex touched the bear charm at her throat. “People generally ask why I’m allowed to have a pet at school, and he’s not a pet. He’s just… a magic bear. Sort of. That hibernates in my necklace. But he’s very smart, and more expressive than normal bears, so if you see him out don’t be afraid.”
"...a bear," Ginger repeated slowly.
"A bear?" Brigitte echoed a half second behind her sister, then looked around at all the decorations. She'd figured they had some sort of person with plant powers do all of it. "Shit," she muttered, wide eyed.
Vex grinned. Whether they were impressed or terrified, it was an edifying reaction. “He’s a sweetheart, I promise.”
"He's a magic bear," Ginger repeated, still giving Vex a dead-eyed stare. Apparently she was serious about this bear thing.
Brigitte turned back from the decorations to stare at the necklace. "So, like, a bear you created from the necklace? Or an actual bear that turns into a necklace?" Jesus, what the hell was her life.
“The former,” Vex clarified. “Metal first, later a bear. I can only change objects as far as I know, nothing that starts as living. That would be pretty dodgy.”
“Yeah,” Ginger deadpanned, “that would be weird.”
Brigitte smiled, small and genuine, at her sister. Some of these people were so blasé about their powers. "Well," she directed at Vex, "I don't know about a magic bear, but most animals don't like us anymore. He might not be quite as sweet around us."
“I’ll make sure he behaves,” she promised. “Is it a powers thing?”
Ginger's expression had soured. "You could say that." The neighbor's dog had barked his fucking head off at her. She still had the gruesome memories of eating him.
"Dogs have gotten really spooked, even trained ones." Because as shitty a person as Trina was, she had that dog perfectly docile before it went crazy over Ginger.
“Trinket is unnaturally intelligent.” For an unnatural bear. “But we’ll be careful. If he has a bad reaction, I can put him into the necklace quickly. I take it you ladies aren’t big on nature walking then?”
Ginger's lip had curled back in a sneer. "Our last little nature walk didn't go so well," she replied, yanking her shirt to the side and off her right shoulder. The move revealed three long, deep, messy scars torn into her upper chest and shoulder. "So no."
Brigitte was startled that Ginger was actually showing off her scars from the attack. She angled herself so that she was facing her sister, a protective brace, and checked the room to see if anyone else was looking. She ended on Vex and hurried to explain. "We were attacked by something, it triggered our mutations. We haven't tried since."
Vex straightened. She hadn't expected the visceral response. With the look of those scars, the trauma was fresh, and this conversation was suddenly more personal than she’d expected to get tonight. The way Brigitte moved towards her sister was so familiar that Vex felt echoing instinct to check the room for threats and make sure nothing was heading for her brother. “I can’t say I blame you,” Vex said. There was no pity in her tone, her friendly candor evening out at the mention of danger. “There’s plenty to do on the grounds. If you ever do feel restricted and want to take a walk and glare down the past, some of us hunt in the woods. If you want a formidable entourage, this would be the place for it. I can’t promise we’re perfectly safe here, because life is always full of unexpected bullshit, but there are solid people around. I hope it’ll good here for you. For all of us.”
Ginger had regained some control of herself, and covered her scars again, glaring at B for making fucking excuses for her. Glancing back at the other girl, she asked, "The fuck do you hunt here?"
Brigitte just raised her chin stubbornly at Ginger's glare before also turning her attention to the other girl. She didn't know if Ginger just wanted to play the martyr or what, but this way she had shut down any questions Vex might have asked.
Vex shrugged at the question. "Right now? I'm tracking rabbits or deer, but I'm mostly hitting trees. There's plenty of food around here, so no reason to actually take down game."
Ginger just grunted a reply, still feeling a little off balance in the whole conversation. Was it good or bad that there were things in the woods to tear apart if she got that far gone?
Oh god, Brigitte did not want to see Ginger kill Bambi. "Is it safe for us to walk out there, if other people are hunting?" It would be annoying if the driveway was the only good exit point, but she'd rather go that way than be shot.
“Absolutely—I think it’s mainly just tracking. The woods are deep though, so I’d be more concerned about getting lost if you go too far.”
"We should be so lucky," Ginger griped. Lost in the woods was starting to sound pretty good...
The corner of Brigitte's mouth quirked upwards for a second before she smoothed her expression out again. "It can't be worse than getting lost in these hallways."
Vex chuckled. "Someone will find you eventually."
Ginger just rolled her eyes. God, B was getting into this small talk bullshit...
So we won't stop in the woods, Brigitte thought idly, staring off into the distance. Vex did make a good point, earlier. Here, they had food, beds, and each other. Maybe it was worth sticking around.
Looked like a good time to leave them be. “If you ladies get bored, I’m pretty sure I live next door to you,” Vex said. “110. Give a knock.”
Ginger gave Brigitte a pointed look for her silence. "Great," she said dryly.
"Sure, thanks," Brigitte nodded at Vex, then squinted pointedly right back at Ginger - just because she wanted to play nice didn't mean she had to talk.
Vex gave them a little wave and left them to their corner to glower.
"Buh-bye," Ginger said sarcastically, though without much bite.
Brigitte sighed and turned back towards Ginger, closing their circuit once more.
“Well aren’t you just a little social butterfly,” Ginger snarked at her sister, playing at their mother’s voice, but with an edge of betrayal in it.
"She didn't suck," Brigitte said, a little defensively and pissed at the impression. She pointedly looked down at Ginger's ribs. "And you're the one who felt like sharing."
"Fuck you," Ginger shot back at her, "we didn't need any of that nature walk bullshit. The hell does she know about us?"
Brigitte rolled her eyes. "Nothing, hence the talking. And because of the talking, now we have more information."
"And a headache," Ginger retorted, unphased. "Don't tell me you actually want to be friends."
"I don't particularly want to be enemies," Brigitte retorted in a breezy tone that dripped sarcasm.
"You can have little sleepovers and braid each others hair," Ginger said sarcastically, sugar sweet tone dropping as she added, "And then you can tell her all about your visions of her gory death. Besties forever!"
"Are you jealous?" Brigitte snorted, gleeful.
Ginger glared. “Of you going normal? I’d rather die.”
"So would I. Obviously." Brigitte rolled her eyes. "I would never ditch you for a norm. Even a mutant norm."
Ginger kept giving her that look for another long moment, then let a tiny smirk crack the expression. Together forever. Glancing from her sister to the rest of the room, she prompted their old game. “Search and Destroy. Go.”
Brigitte blinked, then swept her eyes across the room. Eeny, meeny, miney... she nodded at the dark haired guy in the red blazer and fedora, for fuck's sake. "D.O.A. at the tailor. Compressed until his organs liquefied after being mistaken for a bolt of uncrushed velvet."
"Survived only by a hideous hat," Ginger added with a smirk.
Brigitte looked at Ginger out of the corner of her eye and smirked back. "The funeral was the fashion event of the year."
"No one actually mourned," Ginger droned on, falling into the old rhythm, tearing an unsuspecting classmate apart. Definitely made the party suck less.