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Lil and Brigitte - June 2
Lil and Brigitte share some talk about fighting and dating at the end of year party.
This was the best party yet. Maybe Lil should have picked the Valentine’s dance when she and Nick had just started going out, but there had been a pile of shit to wade through this school year, and Lil was enjoying the feeling of ending it surrounded by honest-to-god real friends, and not just one or two, but a small pack. This time last year she’d had no one but her mother; now she had at least half a dozen people she cared or and who seemed to care for her.
The happiness made her buoyant and was absolutely contagious, so when she noticed Brigitte halfway across the way she made her apologies to Teddy and Billy, and headed straight for the other girl. She hadn’t expected Brigitte to show up, but since she had Lil wanted to make sure she knew that someone was thrilled to see her there.
Brigitte had been sort of vaguely keeping an eye on Lil throughout the night, wanting to say hi at some point but not really wanting to break in to the group Lil had surrounded herself with. But as she had taken advantage of Vex's booze... it wasn't that she forgot, so much as the effort to go all the way over to Lil seemed like more and more effort. Also, whenever she tried she ended up... not near Lil, somehow. Which made it great that suddenly Lil was right there! Brigitte blinked, surprised at Lil's sudden appearance, and asked, "Do you move super fast too?"
Lil laughed and tilted her head at Brigitte. "Pretty fucking sure I'm not. I'm pretty much a one-trick pony in the powers department. How are you doing so far?"
Huh. "It's a good pony though," Brigitte said seriously, then grinned her lopsided grin. "I'm good. Have you had alcohol before? I like it. It's nice."
"I don't drink, not yet anyway," Lil said, but geez, Brigitte sure looked like she might have had a couple. It wasn't likely anyone here would try anything in a place crawling with psychics and empaths, but she decided to stick close to her for a bit, just in case. "One of these days I'll see how much it takes to give me a buzz."
"I don't, didn't, either, but if Ginger is gonna go crazy than why the fuck shouldn't I?" Brigitte said, a defiant challenge in her voice as she sent a glare towards her sister. It petered off into a sort of loneliness when she realized how far away she had to look.
Lil frowned in the direction Brigitte was looking. Sure, her initial impulse to being protective had extended to both sisters, but as she got to know Brigitte, she was less and less impressed with her sibling. Maybe it would take some time, but at least Brigitte seemed to be trying to make the school work. "I guess that's a reason. Not sure if it's a good one, but why the fuck does it need to be good?" Lil smiled.
Brigitte blinked and swung her gaze back to actually look directly at Lil and smile. Lil knew exactly what Brigitte was feeling. "I thought I would intentionally make some bad decisions tonight. 'Cause why the hell not?"
"Okay, but you got any bad ones in mind? 'Cause there are a few that will fuck you sideways for months if you make them." Lil crossed her arms and lifted a cautionary eyebrow.
Eyes wide, Brigitte held up her cup. "This was pretty much it. Why, what were you thinking of?" She was kinda intrigued.
"Mostly just people you shouldn't bother with when you're drinking. But if you mean ideas? I dunno. All my bad ideas used to pretty much just involve my fists and some creep's face." Lil's sighed and it almost sounded nostalgic. The Danger Room was nice, but there times she just wanted an all out brawl where she could tear into someone. Maybe she could hope for more aliens?
"Um, that usually doesn't end well for me," Brigitte tried to say seriously but dissolved into snorting giggles. "I'd totally watch you start a bar fight."
"Oh, Brigitte." Lil closed her eyes and smiled. She'd never been in a real bar fight,but she'd been in more than a few drunken brawls where blood was flying in several different directions. As bad as she that had been now, especially with her particular advantages, it sure as hell didn't stop her from loving the memory. "I'd love it. I seriously think I was born to fight sometimes, just get out into a crowd and throw punches."
Brigitte didn't get it, but she liked seeing Lil looking so happy. "Couldn't you try it in the, um, computer fighting room thing?" Brigitte would totally watch from the watching room place.
"Yeah, I do that, mostly with a friend. She's a super fast healer so we just go at each other like crazy until I lose, but it's not the same thing." Lil shrugged. "Not a big deal deal right now either."
"Can't you make the machine make you a bar? And bad guys?" Brigitte frowned, and waved her hand in a huge arc that managed to not point at any of the groups of people. "That's what, ugh, whatshisface, oh lazerface! That's what lazerface did, when he showed me."
"Lazerface? Scott?" He was the only one she could think of who'd fit that description, although Lil still thought something like 'dickhead' was a tad more accurate. "Yeah, I could do that but part of the fun is hitting real people who deserve it, certified assholes. You break a nose in the Danger Room and it's just some fucking robot. You do it to some jerk who won't leave a girl alone and it's sorta like hero-time."
"Yeah, until they arrest your f'r assault," Brigitte snorted bitterly. "Ginger likes starting shit by pretending she's protecting me from guys. S'how we ended up in rehab."
Lil frowned. "That's sort of shitty. Her using you, I mean."
"Oh, she's always fucking convinced that I need saving," Brigitte rolled her eyes, "she's just usually fucking wrong." A soft smile crossed her face and her mood abruptly lifted as she remembered some of the better times. "Sometimes, though, she's there at the exact right time. All 'hero-like.'"
It was more the affection on Brigitte's face than her words that convinced Lil not to push. She was worried about both girls, but Ginger wasn't doing a whole lot to earn that concern lately and sometimes it seemed as if Brigitte was the one who was going to pay for Ginger's attitude. But it didn't matter right now: they were sisters and Lil couldn't step into that without making a mess. "Yeah, sometimes I sorta wish I had a sister or something."
"Younger or older?" Brigitte tilted her head slightly, considering. "You'd probably be an okay older sister." She said it like she was bestowing a great honor.
"Just okay though, right?" She couldn't keep the grin off her face. Drunk Brigitte was funny, funny and cute. "I'd want an older sister, someone who could keep me from getting into all the shit I manage to stir up."
Brigitte wasn't sure why Lil was smiling, but she felt compelled to smile back. "Younger sisters are better, generally."
"Oh yeah, I'm not gonna disagree there!" Man, it was so good to see Brigitte like this. Maybe the drinking wasn't all bad if it could let her have a little fun with friends.
"People shouldn't disagree with facts," Brigitte shrugged. "But they do, 'cause they like to piss me off."
"Naw, not always. Sometimes they just got their own set of facts that they believe in." Warren came to mind. He'd managed to piss her off a few times but the more times she got to talk to him, the more she was convinced it was just because they had some weird and fundamental differences in how they saw stuff around them. "I've been learning that here."
"You're really nice, and understanding, you know?" Brigitte wasn't sure if that was a good thing. It certainly hadn't been for her and Ginger, not back in Bailey Downs.
Lil snorted, then laughed. Who else had said that? Vance maybe, a while ago. "Brigitte, you gotta get out more 'cause there are quite a few kids here who'd think you're super fucking crazy for thinking that about me. But thanks, eh?"
"People are dumb," Brigitte scowled. "It's gonna suck when you're gone this summer."
"Maybe I won't be gone so long. Mom's gonna flay me for the space thing. And the boyfriends thing. And... another thing." She wasn't going to tell. She'd already decided that, except that Brigitte had said that really nice thing and so maybe it was fine to tell her.
"You’re going to tell her about Nick? Even though..." Brigitte found the wolf-looking guy in the crowd. She hadn't spoken to him yet, mostly because every time she looked at him, she saw her and Ginger's future and it fucking terrified her. Also she hated that he had hurt Lil, and she might say something she’d get in trouble for.
"Yeah, I sorta have to fill her in. I’ve been a little sketchy on details so she’s gonna want to sit me down for an interrogation… And to tell me she told me so." Lil sighed.
"Ugh that’s the worst.” Brigitte made a face like she was sucking on a lemon. “But like, does she not want you to date at all?" Talk about different from her own mom.
“Eh, she’s not hot on the idea ‘cause all guys are turds, but except for the whole fur and fangs thing she might of been okay with Nick. I was dating Nolan last fall though and dating rich dudes? Big no-no, 'cause you make your own way right? And girls, fuck, no dating girls." She said the last in a whisper to keep anyone else from hearing. Maybe Brigitte would make much of that, but it did felt good to exorcise that worry, if even just a little bit.
Brigitte wasn't so drunk as she didn't understand what Lil was saying, but was too far gone to understand the significance at the moment. So she just scoffed, indignant at anyone trying to tell Lil what to do. "It's not like she's the one fucking 'em." She rolled her eyes. "People get so worked up about it. Boys, girls, wolfboys. Just, be with whoever, or don't be with whoever." Okay, and she was probably channeling some of her anger at Ginger.
"Exactly. Except I gotta admit that she was right about rich guys. And about a friend back home. And about the people the friend hung out with." Lil smiled. She was scared of what her mom would say, but god, she couldn't wait to see her again either. "But she doesn't know shit about people here so I got that at least."
Brigitte suddenly grinned with all her teeth, emphasizing her slightly pointed canines from being partially transformed. A dark humor showed in her eyes. "Wha'd'you think she'd think about me? Nick might look the part all the time, but he doesn't crave blood like me and Ginge do."
Lil tilted her head to get a good look at Brigitte's teeth. "Honestly? As long as I'm not dating you, I think she'd be impressed. Just make sure you guys stick to eating the rich, and she'll be good."
"Well that's disappointing," Brigitte's half snarl collapsed into a sullen pout. She was scary and a bad influence, goddamnit. "You could tell her we dated first?" The idle thought to prove her own bad character grew into a made-for-tv plan. "Ha, then when she freaks over that, mention dating the wolf boy. She'll be exst, um, so fucking psyched he had a dick maybe the fur thing won't seem so important."
"Poor mom," said Lil, although her voice had faded a touch. She raised an eyebrow at Brigitte. "Do you even do that? Date girls?"
"No, I don't date anyone." It hadn't ever appealed to her - she always had better shit to do. "Not that anyone ever believes me," Brigitte scowled.
Lil snorted. "Well, I will. Dating isn’t worth the fucking trouble. You're smart."
"I am?" Brigitte peered into Lil's eyes, possibly for the first time, feeling unsure. That was not the reaction she expected. But Lil didn't seem to be lying. "Thanks, I guess. Um." She looked away again. "If you do decide it’s worth it, whoever you pick will be lucky to have you."
She didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at Brigitte and then dropped her gaze to the floor. "Thanks. I think most people here would think it was the other way around, so that means a lot."
"Other people are fucking idiots, then," Brigitte softly growled. She didn't have many friends, hadn't had any at all before coming here (Ginger didn't count). She was finding she was fiercely protective of those she cared about. And she was drunk enough to actually say it. "Of all the fucking 'nice' and 'welcoming' people here, you're the one who's actually tried, who didn't just meet Ginger and run the other way. Fuck other people who try to judge you."
"Yeah well, it's not like Ginger can do anything to me, right?" She looked back up at Brigitte and smiled. It was a little too complicated to explain that she'd earned some of that judgement, especially considering that Brigitte was a little deep into the drink already and besides, she sort of wanted to bask in Brigitte's conviction. "But... yeah. You're right. Fuck them."
"Hear hear," Brigitte said, lifting her hand like she was raising a cup. Except the hand was empty. "Fuck. I need another drink."
"I'm pretty fucking sure you've had enough." But Lil was still smiling, and she took a step back to signal Brigitte that she was free to go get one. "What do I know about that though, eh? I'm gonna get back to the others, you get your drink, and if you're looking for company, you know where I am."
"What? Oh. Okay." Brigitte blinked at her, feeling... strangely sad that Lil was going. But Lil didn't have alcohol, and also feelings were dumb. Maybe drinking more would help her feel less? "Bye," she waved one hand awkwardly and turned away, looking for a path to the booze table that avoided people.
This was the best party yet. Maybe Lil should have picked the Valentine’s dance when she and Nick had just started going out, but there had been a pile of shit to wade through this school year, and Lil was enjoying the feeling of ending it surrounded by honest-to-god real friends, and not just one or two, but a small pack. This time last year she’d had no one but her mother; now she had at least half a dozen people she cared or and who seemed to care for her.
The happiness made her buoyant and was absolutely contagious, so when she noticed Brigitte halfway across the way she made her apologies to Teddy and Billy, and headed straight for the other girl. She hadn’t expected Brigitte to show up, but since she had Lil wanted to make sure she knew that someone was thrilled to see her there.
Brigitte had been sort of vaguely keeping an eye on Lil throughout the night, wanting to say hi at some point but not really wanting to break in to the group Lil had surrounded herself with. But as she had taken advantage of Vex's booze... it wasn't that she forgot, so much as the effort to go all the way over to Lil seemed like more and more effort. Also, whenever she tried she ended up... not near Lil, somehow. Which made it great that suddenly Lil was right there! Brigitte blinked, surprised at Lil's sudden appearance, and asked, "Do you move super fast too?"
Lil laughed and tilted her head at Brigitte. "Pretty fucking sure I'm not. I'm pretty much a one-trick pony in the powers department. How are you doing so far?"
Huh. "It's a good pony though," Brigitte said seriously, then grinned her lopsided grin. "I'm good. Have you had alcohol before? I like it. It's nice."
"I don't drink, not yet anyway," Lil said, but geez, Brigitte sure looked like she might have had a couple. It wasn't likely anyone here would try anything in a place crawling with psychics and empaths, but she decided to stick close to her for a bit, just in case. "One of these days I'll see how much it takes to give me a buzz."
"I don't, didn't, either, but if Ginger is gonna go crazy than why the fuck shouldn't I?" Brigitte said, a defiant challenge in her voice as she sent a glare towards her sister. It petered off into a sort of loneliness when she realized how far away she had to look.
Lil frowned in the direction Brigitte was looking. Sure, her initial impulse to being protective had extended to both sisters, but as she got to know Brigitte, she was less and less impressed with her sibling. Maybe it would take some time, but at least Brigitte seemed to be trying to make the school work. "I guess that's a reason. Not sure if it's a good one, but why the fuck does it need to be good?" Lil smiled.
Brigitte blinked and swung her gaze back to actually look directly at Lil and smile. Lil knew exactly what Brigitte was feeling. "I thought I would intentionally make some bad decisions tonight. 'Cause why the hell not?"
"Okay, but you got any bad ones in mind? 'Cause there are a few that will fuck you sideways for months if you make them." Lil crossed her arms and lifted a cautionary eyebrow.
Eyes wide, Brigitte held up her cup. "This was pretty much it. Why, what were you thinking of?" She was kinda intrigued.
"Mostly just people you shouldn't bother with when you're drinking. But if you mean ideas? I dunno. All my bad ideas used to pretty much just involve my fists and some creep's face." Lil's sighed and it almost sounded nostalgic. The Danger Room was nice, but there times she just wanted an all out brawl where she could tear into someone. Maybe she could hope for more aliens?
"Um, that usually doesn't end well for me," Brigitte tried to say seriously but dissolved into snorting giggles. "I'd totally watch you start a bar fight."
"Oh, Brigitte." Lil closed her eyes and smiled. She'd never been in a real bar fight,but she'd been in more than a few drunken brawls where blood was flying in several different directions. As bad as she that had been now, especially with her particular advantages, it sure as hell didn't stop her from loving the memory. "I'd love it. I seriously think I was born to fight sometimes, just get out into a crowd and throw punches."
Brigitte didn't get it, but she liked seeing Lil looking so happy. "Couldn't you try it in the, um, computer fighting room thing?" Brigitte would totally watch from the watching room place.
"Yeah, I do that, mostly with a friend. She's a super fast healer so we just go at each other like crazy until I lose, but it's not the same thing." Lil shrugged. "Not a big deal deal right now either."
"Can't you make the machine make you a bar? And bad guys?" Brigitte frowned, and waved her hand in a huge arc that managed to not point at any of the groups of people. "That's what, ugh, whatshisface, oh lazerface! That's what lazerface did, when he showed me."
"Lazerface? Scott?" He was the only one she could think of who'd fit that description, although Lil still thought something like 'dickhead' was a tad more accurate. "Yeah, I could do that but part of the fun is hitting real people who deserve it, certified assholes. You break a nose in the Danger Room and it's just some fucking robot. You do it to some jerk who won't leave a girl alone and it's sorta like hero-time."
"Yeah, until they arrest your f'r assault," Brigitte snorted bitterly. "Ginger likes starting shit by pretending she's protecting me from guys. S'how we ended up in rehab."
Lil frowned. "That's sort of shitty. Her using you, I mean."
"Oh, she's always fucking convinced that I need saving," Brigitte rolled her eyes, "she's just usually fucking wrong." A soft smile crossed her face and her mood abruptly lifted as she remembered some of the better times. "Sometimes, though, she's there at the exact right time. All 'hero-like.'"
It was more the affection on Brigitte's face than her words that convinced Lil not to push. She was worried about both girls, but Ginger wasn't doing a whole lot to earn that concern lately and sometimes it seemed as if Brigitte was the one who was going to pay for Ginger's attitude. But it didn't matter right now: they were sisters and Lil couldn't step into that without making a mess. "Yeah, sometimes I sorta wish I had a sister or something."
"Younger or older?" Brigitte tilted her head slightly, considering. "You'd probably be an okay older sister." She said it like she was bestowing a great honor.
"Just okay though, right?" She couldn't keep the grin off her face. Drunk Brigitte was funny, funny and cute. "I'd want an older sister, someone who could keep me from getting into all the shit I manage to stir up."
Brigitte wasn't sure why Lil was smiling, but she felt compelled to smile back. "Younger sisters are better, generally."
"Oh yeah, I'm not gonna disagree there!" Man, it was so good to see Brigitte like this. Maybe the drinking wasn't all bad if it could let her have a little fun with friends.
"People shouldn't disagree with facts," Brigitte shrugged. "But they do, 'cause they like to piss me off."
"Naw, not always. Sometimes they just got their own set of facts that they believe in." Warren came to mind. He'd managed to piss her off a few times but the more times she got to talk to him, the more she was convinced it was just because they had some weird and fundamental differences in how they saw stuff around them. "I've been learning that here."
"You're really nice, and understanding, you know?" Brigitte wasn't sure if that was a good thing. It certainly hadn't been for her and Ginger, not back in Bailey Downs.
Lil snorted, then laughed. Who else had said that? Vance maybe, a while ago. "Brigitte, you gotta get out more 'cause there are quite a few kids here who'd think you're super fucking crazy for thinking that about me. But thanks, eh?"
"People are dumb," Brigitte scowled. "It's gonna suck when you're gone this summer."
"Maybe I won't be gone so long. Mom's gonna flay me for the space thing. And the boyfriends thing. And... another thing." She wasn't going to tell. She'd already decided that, except that Brigitte had said that really nice thing and so maybe it was fine to tell her.
"You’re going to tell her about Nick? Even though..." Brigitte found the wolf-looking guy in the crowd. She hadn't spoken to him yet, mostly because every time she looked at him, she saw her and Ginger's future and it fucking terrified her. Also she hated that he had hurt Lil, and she might say something she’d get in trouble for.
"Yeah, I sorta have to fill her in. I’ve been a little sketchy on details so she’s gonna want to sit me down for an interrogation… And to tell me she told me so." Lil sighed.
"Ugh that’s the worst.” Brigitte made a face like she was sucking on a lemon. “But like, does she not want you to date at all?" Talk about different from her own mom.
“Eh, she’s not hot on the idea ‘cause all guys are turds, but except for the whole fur and fangs thing she might of been okay with Nick. I was dating Nolan last fall though and dating rich dudes? Big no-no, 'cause you make your own way right? And girls, fuck, no dating girls." She said the last in a whisper to keep anyone else from hearing. Maybe Brigitte would make much of that, but it did felt good to exorcise that worry, if even just a little bit.
Brigitte wasn't so drunk as she didn't understand what Lil was saying, but was too far gone to understand the significance at the moment. So she just scoffed, indignant at anyone trying to tell Lil what to do. "It's not like she's the one fucking 'em." She rolled her eyes. "People get so worked up about it. Boys, girls, wolfboys. Just, be with whoever, or don't be with whoever." Okay, and she was probably channeling some of her anger at Ginger.
"Exactly. Except I gotta admit that she was right about rich guys. And about a friend back home. And about the people the friend hung out with." Lil smiled. She was scared of what her mom would say, but god, she couldn't wait to see her again either. "But she doesn't know shit about people here so I got that at least."
Brigitte suddenly grinned with all her teeth, emphasizing her slightly pointed canines from being partially transformed. A dark humor showed in her eyes. "Wha'd'you think she'd think about me? Nick might look the part all the time, but he doesn't crave blood like me and Ginge do."
Lil tilted her head to get a good look at Brigitte's teeth. "Honestly? As long as I'm not dating you, I think she'd be impressed. Just make sure you guys stick to eating the rich, and she'll be good."
"Well that's disappointing," Brigitte's half snarl collapsed into a sullen pout. She was scary and a bad influence, goddamnit. "You could tell her we dated first?" The idle thought to prove her own bad character grew into a made-for-tv plan. "Ha, then when she freaks over that, mention dating the wolf boy. She'll be exst, um, so fucking psyched he had a dick maybe the fur thing won't seem so important."
"Poor mom," said Lil, although her voice had faded a touch. She raised an eyebrow at Brigitte. "Do you even do that? Date girls?"
"No, I don't date anyone." It hadn't ever appealed to her - she always had better shit to do. "Not that anyone ever believes me," Brigitte scowled.
Lil snorted. "Well, I will. Dating isn’t worth the fucking trouble. You're smart."
"I am?" Brigitte peered into Lil's eyes, possibly for the first time, feeling unsure. That was not the reaction she expected. But Lil didn't seem to be lying. "Thanks, I guess. Um." She looked away again. "If you do decide it’s worth it, whoever you pick will be lucky to have you."
She didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at Brigitte and then dropped her gaze to the floor. "Thanks. I think most people here would think it was the other way around, so that means a lot."
"Other people are fucking idiots, then," Brigitte softly growled. She didn't have many friends, hadn't had any at all before coming here (Ginger didn't count). She was finding she was fiercely protective of those she cared about. And she was drunk enough to actually say it. "Of all the fucking 'nice' and 'welcoming' people here, you're the one who's actually tried, who didn't just meet Ginger and run the other way. Fuck other people who try to judge you."
"Yeah well, it's not like Ginger can do anything to me, right?" She looked back up at Brigitte and smiled. It was a little too complicated to explain that she'd earned some of that judgement, especially considering that Brigitte was a little deep into the drink already and besides, she sort of wanted to bask in Brigitte's conviction. "But... yeah. You're right. Fuck them."
"Hear hear," Brigitte said, lifting her hand like she was raising a cup. Except the hand was empty. "Fuck. I need another drink."
"I'm pretty fucking sure you've had enough." But Lil was still smiling, and she took a step back to signal Brigitte that she was free to go get one. "What do I know about that though, eh? I'm gonna get back to the others, you get your drink, and if you're looking for company, you know where I am."
"What? Oh. Okay." Brigitte blinked at her, feeling... strangely sad that Lil was going. But Lil didn't have alcohol, and also feelings were dumb. Maybe drinking more would help her feel less? "Bye," she waved one hand awkwardly and turned away, looking for a path to the booze table that avoided people.