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Brigitte and Ororo | June 2nd
Drunk!Brigitte stumbles into Ororo at the end-of-the-year party. Ororo continues to be nice, Brigitte continues to be confused.
Brigitte had definitely intended to head towards Lil. Or maybe Ginger, except she was angry at Ginger, so it was probably Lil. But somehow she'd kind of... missed. But instead she'd found herself next to Ororo! Who was super nice. Smiling - at least as much as she ever did, which meant the right side of her mouth arched up in a lopsided grin, Brigitte waved her partially empty cup. "Hi!"
Ororo finished chewing the cherry tomato she'd just popped into her mouth, swallowed, then smiled at Brigitte. If she noticed the scars on her arms, she said nothing of them. "Hi. How's it going tonight?"
"Everything is great," Brigitte nodded, still smiling and even mostly looking at Ororo's face. It was almost eye contact, which a distant part of herself was proud of. "Well, Ginger's a bitch, but that's not new. But Vex gave me alcohol and it makes people not as scary anymore."
And it made her a lot more talkative; that probably came with the relaxation alcohol provided, Ororo figured. "How much have you had?"
"Dunno," Brigitte shrugged, feeling a lot more relaxed than she had in a while. And that was with her arms - meaning her scars and her new tattoo - exposed. This alcohol stuff was pretty awesome. "I should probably keep track, huh? I think I meant to."
"I think popular wisdom would suggest that means the answer is, 'enough'," Ororo remarked, but lightly so. Teenagers weren't big on popular wisdom, though, so she added, "Let me know if you need someone to hold your hair, later."
"Hold my hair?" Brigitte asked, not getting the reference. "Why?" Was that some sort of party game? She didn't know how to play any.
"In case you drink too much, and end up throwing up," Ororo supplied. Had she used the wrong expression? She did not think so. "Which I don't wish on you."
"Ohhh," Brigitte's eyes went wide. "Oh god, am I some trashy sorority girl stereotype right now?" Fuck, that made her feel a little sick, way more than the alcohol could.
"I - don't think so?" Ororo offered, unsure where that was coming from. Everyone who drank too much threw up, didn't they?
Brigitte squinted at Ororo, but decided that she was too nice to lie about that. Reassured, she said her thoughts out loud. "Okay. You're really nice, did you know that?"
Ororo's slightly confused expression shifted into an amused smile. "I try my best." There was no reason not to be kind, after all.
"No," Brigitte leaned in closer, needing Ororo to understand. "Really. So nice. Even after we tried to eat you. Why are you so nice?"
"I don't have any reason not to be," Ororo answered simply.
Brigitte scoffed. "The human condition is reason enough."
"I disagree," Ororo replied, without any heat. "I guess my human condition goes counter to that."
"God, see?" Brigitte flapped a hand. "So nice. Don't think people like you exist in Bailey Downs."
"Then Bailey Downs must be a sad, sad place," Ororo answered. Not that she thought she was needed to make a place happy, but kindness was, absolutely.
"Oh, it is. The absolute worst." Brigitte tilted her head. She was always curious about people, but she generally didn't bother asking them anything. But right now it didn't seem like such a hard thing to do. "Where are you from? A happy place?"
Ororo laughed. "Cairo. It's big enough that you've got a bit of everything, people-wise."
"No shit, Egypt?" Brigitte breathed out. "They had some of the coolest gods. Even if they were obsessed with cats."
"You don't like cats?" Ororo asked, amused.
"They're furry assholes," Brigitte wrinkled her nose. "Not that dogs are better. I don't understand why people get so obsessed with pets."
"I think it has to do with cuddles," Ororo replied, not losing her small smile.
"Yeah, it's all good until you get rabies," Brigitte snorted. "Little bags of, of disease things."
Ororo was not growing any less amused. "I think most pets gets vaccinated."
"You've clearly not watched grown women chase stray cats down the street," Brigitte rolled her eyes. "They'll hug anything that purrs. It must be that parasite that gets into their brains. From the litter? Toxic-plasma something."
"I know very little about brain parasites," Ororo admitted.
"They make rats not afraid of cats," Brigitte shuddered. "So who knows what they do to us when they wiggle into our brains." She couldn't help but find it both disgusting and delightful.
"A conspiracy of cats, and brain parasites," Ororo tested the words out loud. "You should write a story about that."
Peering at Ororo, Brigitte shrugged one shoulder. "I doubt I could make it more interesting than nature already has."
"But for now it's facts, not a story," Ororo replied. "I have a soft spot for stories."
"Ginger and I like telling each other stories," Brigitte grinned softly. "Most people think they're too morbid - I don't think I'd know how to tell a nice story. What kinds of stories do you like?"
"Stories that teach," Ororo settled on after a second's thought.
"Like history? Or more," Brigitte couldn't remember the right word for a second, "fables?"
"It can be any kind of story," Ororo answered. "Teaching is about content, more than form, I think."
"I like the stories that have hidden messages, things buried beneath the obvious." Brigitte confessed it like it was a secret.
Ororo smiled warmly. "You like having to work for it?"
"Yes, exactly!" Brigitte swayed a little closer in her enthusiasm. "And then you can see who didn't try, and it tells you, um, things about them."
"How can you tell the difference between who didn't try, and who didn't manage?" Ororo asked curiously.
With an intense thoughtful expression, Brigitte considered that. "Well... we live in a time of Google, it's not like it's that hard to deep dive into liter, um. Book theories. But," she bit her lip. She didn't think that was what Ororo was asking, exactly. "I don't just mean everyone. Like, there are plenty of books I don't give a shit about, that I wouldn't bother with. It's more the people who act like they're so smart because obviously Romeo and Juliet is about true love, you know?" Her voice got syrupy and sarcastic at the end.
"I don't think I've ever met those people," Ororo said, lips twitching up into a smile.
"Oh, they're everywhere," Brigitte responded emphatically. "Stay away from Canadian high schools if you value your sanity," she warned.
"But this one is safe?" Ororo asked.
"Well," Brigitte hedged, "at least there are fewer people to get really annoying here."
"I'm not sure if that's a yes or a no," Ororo admitted. A song with a nice beat started playing, and she tilted her head towards the improvised dance floor area. "Do you like dancing?"
"Dancing?" Brigitte squinted at the hordes of people vibrating around. "I don't dance."
Ororo shrugged. "I like it. Pushes everything else out of my mind."
Brigitte pondered that. "So it's like alcohol?"
Ororo laughed. "More like... flying." Which wouldn't mean anything to Brigitte, of course. "The physical exertion, and there's nothing but the sensations, and that moment?" Like sex, too, come to think of it, or at least sex as Ororo had experienced it, in what felt like another life.
Brigitte shuddered slightly. "The only time I've felt like that, I was trying to eat Scott's face. I think I'll stick to drinking."
That certainly brought Ororo's nostalgic thoughts to a screeching halt, and she wrinkled her nose. "I don't think it's anything like that." She hoped not, anyway.
Brigitte shrugged. The description certainly sounded similar. The pureness of thought, having one goal and a clear path how to achieve it; the pleasant burn of muscles doing exactly what she directed them to, of knowing that her body could move gracefully through the world for the first time in her life. If only that path didn't end in picking entrails out of her teeth. "To each their own. You can leave if you want to dance, I might find a wall to be a flower against." She huffed a little laugh at her play on words.
"It's pretty devoid of walls out here," Ororo remarked with an amused smile. "Maybe that's a sign you shouldn't. But yeah, I'll go dance a bit, I think. See you later?"
"If you want," Brigitte shrugged. Which Ororo probably did. Because she was so goddamn nice.
"If you haven't gone off to find a wall," Ororo shot back with a grin, and waved at Brigitte on her way over to the dance floor, starting to dance her way there before she reached the other dancing kids.
Brigitte had definitely intended to head towards Lil. Or maybe Ginger, except she was angry at Ginger, so it was probably Lil. But somehow she'd kind of... missed. But instead she'd found herself next to Ororo! Who was super nice. Smiling - at least as much as she ever did, which meant the right side of her mouth arched up in a lopsided grin, Brigitte waved her partially empty cup. "Hi!"
Ororo finished chewing the cherry tomato she'd just popped into her mouth, swallowed, then smiled at Brigitte. If she noticed the scars on her arms, she said nothing of them. "Hi. How's it going tonight?"
"Everything is great," Brigitte nodded, still smiling and even mostly looking at Ororo's face. It was almost eye contact, which a distant part of herself was proud of. "Well, Ginger's a bitch, but that's not new. But Vex gave me alcohol and it makes people not as scary anymore."
And it made her a lot more talkative; that probably came with the relaxation alcohol provided, Ororo figured. "How much have you had?"
"Dunno," Brigitte shrugged, feeling a lot more relaxed than she had in a while. And that was with her arms - meaning her scars and her new tattoo - exposed. This alcohol stuff was pretty awesome. "I should probably keep track, huh? I think I meant to."
"I think popular wisdom would suggest that means the answer is, 'enough'," Ororo remarked, but lightly so. Teenagers weren't big on popular wisdom, though, so she added, "Let me know if you need someone to hold your hair, later."
"Hold my hair?" Brigitte asked, not getting the reference. "Why?" Was that some sort of party game? She didn't know how to play any.
"In case you drink too much, and end up throwing up," Ororo supplied. Had she used the wrong expression? She did not think so. "Which I don't wish on you."
"Ohhh," Brigitte's eyes went wide. "Oh god, am I some trashy sorority girl stereotype right now?" Fuck, that made her feel a little sick, way more than the alcohol could.
"I - don't think so?" Ororo offered, unsure where that was coming from. Everyone who drank too much threw up, didn't they?
Brigitte squinted at Ororo, but decided that she was too nice to lie about that. Reassured, she said her thoughts out loud. "Okay. You're really nice, did you know that?"
Ororo's slightly confused expression shifted into an amused smile. "I try my best." There was no reason not to be kind, after all.
"No," Brigitte leaned in closer, needing Ororo to understand. "Really. So nice. Even after we tried to eat you. Why are you so nice?"
"I don't have any reason not to be," Ororo answered simply.
Brigitte scoffed. "The human condition is reason enough."
"I disagree," Ororo replied, without any heat. "I guess my human condition goes counter to that."
"God, see?" Brigitte flapped a hand. "So nice. Don't think people like you exist in Bailey Downs."
"Then Bailey Downs must be a sad, sad place," Ororo answered. Not that she thought she was needed to make a place happy, but kindness was, absolutely.
"Oh, it is. The absolute worst." Brigitte tilted her head. She was always curious about people, but she generally didn't bother asking them anything. But right now it didn't seem like such a hard thing to do. "Where are you from? A happy place?"
Ororo laughed. "Cairo. It's big enough that you've got a bit of everything, people-wise."
"No shit, Egypt?" Brigitte breathed out. "They had some of the coolest gods. Even if they were obsessed with cats."
"You don't like cats?" Ororo asked, amused.
"They're furry assholes," Brigitte wrinkled her nose. "Not that dogs are better. I don't understand why people get so obsessed with pets."
"I think it has to do with cuddles," Ororo replied, not losing her small smile.
"Yeah, it's all good until you get rabies," Brigitte snorted. "Little bags of, of disease things."
Ororo was not growing any less amused. "I think most pets gets vaccinated."
"You've clearly not watched grown women chase stray cats down the street," Brigitte rolled her eyes. "They'll hug anything that purrs. It must be that parasite that gets into their brains. From the litter? Toxic-plasma something."
"I know very little about brain parasites," Ororo admitted.
"They make rats not afraid of cats," Brigitte shuddered. "So who knows what they do to us when they wiggle into our brains." She couldn't help but find it both disgusting and delightful.
"A conspiracy of cats, and brain parasites," Ororo tested the words out loud. "You should write a story about that."
Peering at Ororo, Brigitte shrugged one shoulder. "I doubt I could make it more interesting than nature already has."
"But for now it's facts, not a story," Ororo replied. "I have a soft spot for stories."
"Ginger and I like telling each other stories," Brigitte grinned softly. "Most people think they're too morbid - I don't think I'd know how to tell a nice story. What kinds of stories do you like?"
"Stories that teach," Ororo settled on after a second's thought.
"Like history? Or more," Brigitte couldn't remember the right word for a second, "fables?"
"It can be any kind of story," Ororo answered. "Teaching is about content, more than form, I think."
"I like the stories that have hidden messages, things buried beneath the obvious." Brigitte confessed it like it was a secret.
Ororo smiled warmly. "You like having to work for it?"
"Yes, exactly!" Brigitte swayed a little closer in her enthusiasm. "And then you can see who didn't try, and it tells you, um, things about them."
"How can you tell the difference between who didn't try, and who didn't manage?" Ororo asked curiously.
With an intense thoughtful expression, Brigitte considered that. "Well... we live in a time of Google, it's not like it's that hard to deep dive into liter, um. Book theories. But," she bit her lip. She didn't think that was what Ororo was asking, exactly. "I don't just mean everyone. Like, there are plenty of books I don't give a shit about, that I wouldn't bother with. It's more the people who act like they're so smart because obviously Romeo and Juliet is about true love, you know?" Her voice got syrupy and sarcastic at the end.
"I don't think I've ever met those people," Ororo said, lips twitching up into a smile.
"Oh, they're everywhere," Brigitte responded emphatically. "Stay away from Canadian high schools if you value your sanity," she warned.
"But this one is safe?" Ororo asked.
"Well," Brigitte hedged, "at least there are fewer people to get really annoying here."
"I'm not sure if that's a yes or a no," Ororo admitted. A song with a nice beat started playing, and she tilted her head towards the improvised dance floor area. "Do you like dancing?"
"Dancing?" Brigitte squinted at the hordes of people vibrating around. "I don't dance."
Ororo shrugged. "I like it. Pushes everything else out of my mind."
Brigitte pondered that. "So it's like alcohol?"
Ororo laughed. "More like... flying." Which wouldn't mean anything to Brigitte, of course. "The physical exertion, and there's nothing but the sensations, and that moment?" Like sex, too, come to think of it, or at least sex as Ororo had experienced it, in what felt like another life.
Brigitte shuddered slightly. "The only time I've felt like that, I was trying to eat Scott's face. I think I'll stick to drinking."
That certainly brought Ororo's nostalgic thoughts to a screeching halt, and she wrinkled her nose. "I don't think it's anything like that." She hoped not, anyway.
Brigitte shrugged. The description certainly sounded similar. The pureness of thought, having one goal and a clear path how to achieve it; the pleasant burn of muscles doing exactly what she directed them to, of knowing that her body could move gracefully through the world for the first time in her life. If only that path didn't end in picking entrails out of her teeth. "To each their own. You can leave if you want to dance, I might find a wall to be a flower against." She huffed a little laugh at her play on words.
"It's pretty devoid of walls out here," Ororo remarked with an amused smile. "Maybe that's a sign you shouldn't. But yeah, I'll go dance a bit, I think. See you later?"
"If you want," Brigitte shrugged. Which Ororo probably did. Because she was so goddamn nice.
"If you haven't gone off to find a wall," Ororo shot back with a grin, and waved at Brigitte on her way over to the dance floor, starting to dance her way there before she reached the other dancing kids.