She looked about, pulled on her pants, and meandered over to the fridge. At least there was beer there. "I need to get better taste in men," she grumbled.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hey, wait, before you go!" She paused, looking around as she finally started putting on her clothes. "Whose apartment are we in?"

"Did you just ask me to get a cup of coffee? Ugh, are you getting all mushy and attached? That wasn't the deal. At best you get, like, a nude or two on your phone. I'm not even talking about exchanging phone numbers here."

Tall, dark and broody's the hot one. The lame one is, like, the main one? I don't know how you guys swing it.

Gonna put that on my FaceSpace page. "Easy to talk to." -- some Spider-Man poser guy who cries like a baby after he ☠️☠️☠️☠️ you.

"I like to keep things easy. Drama sucks. Unless it's other people's drama. Like yours. Then I want all the tea."

"One of the Spider-Mans. Spider-Men? The lame one."

"The one whose vibe you like to wreck. Well, one of them. There's a lot of them, aren't there?"

"As a ... actually he's probably a mutual friend to both of us all things considered. Anyway, as he once put it, I've been on two of the most effective wetwork forces in the world. I know where the grey line is. But I also hate grey, it's neutral but still clashes with, like, everything I wear."

"Oh I'm in full agreement. Though I'm usually the 'stop banks from getting robbed' kind these days. Kinda. I mean, you did, like, rob a drug store for me on command, which was kinda hot, kinda pathetic at the same time."

"In a weird, blubbering mess of low self-esteem kinda way, sure. You have pockets in that suit?"

"You can. Though the whole crying thing was /really/ off-putting. But, like, only for a few minutes. I mean ..." She picked up the empty box from the floor and threw it at him. "Didn't stop either of us."

The club was noisy and Tabitha was ignoring Illyana. She stood up on top of the bar. Many eyes were on her. She shouted something that was drowned out by the music. A firecracker in the air above everyone stopped the music--was that a ☠️☠️☠️☠️ record scratch?! "ZOMG it was so noisy in here." >

"Alright, you got the looks but no sense of humour. Got it. Okay. You want your money, lemme just ..." She's gonna make a scene at the club. She's already climbing onto the bar.

"For twenty bucks ... that's not even a handy in the bathroom! That coat trick's pretty hot, though."

"Wh--" Okay, portal transportation was gonna make her hurl. "Are you gonna be my pimp now?"

"I have but I've never been lifted up by you. It's a different experience. Might never look at you the same again."

"Ooooh, you stong."

"You need twenty bucks for something suddenly. Is it drugs? What kinda stuff does a half-demon chick hit?"

"Okay, but, like, why do you need it right now?"

"I feel like I should be, like, insulted by that or something but I'm not?"

"How about we do a payment plan over three months?"

"Okay, tougher than I thought ..."

She's already running away.

A small ball of plasma lands at her feet. "Just making sure I won't kill you." BOOM!

"Good, because I'd just ask again, since you're not really answering the question."

"You're, like, half-demon or something and tough as all hell, right?"

"You just called me hot."

"Do you whip that thing out for every pretty girl or are we gonna dance?"

His ... what?!

"I gave you forty dollars last week! And then took twenty. And then you gave me thirty. And I gave you ten. Then you gave me fifty. Then I gave you sixty back. And I don't even know who owes who what because I'm not doing math."

His ... what?

ZOMG YOU CAN'T! Ball's in my court and I need something!

So, like, there's the Starbucks barista I was chatting with a while ago and she thought she had the juiciest tea and so I had to one-up her and then she had to one-up me and so on. But when I text her with the juicy stuff, she then texts her roommate who texts her cousin who texts his ex and so on.

Okay but that's all the best tea so c'mon, gimme. I got a phone chain ready to update.

"Hey, tall, dark and broody, if you wanna, like, eat someone, I mean, like, my night's pretty free, if you, like, catch my drift."

Oh, so it's like, a friend break-up? Ugh, drama. Share.

quill hex back kas on ben pierrot back on erica y'all're gonna make me log back into gwen

ZOMG girl that's way too long to be in mourning, you need to, like, have a rebound or something.

"Ugh, I hate the metric system. Fiiiiiiiiine, Stack, let's go blow up LA."

"Two million EACH? Okay, but you left out a very important detail. The rich guy, was he cute?"

"Clint Barton could change size? Nevermind, I'm still not sure why we need to get involved, I mean, LA's soooooo overrated. It's a big tourist trap! Nothing of value will be lost."

"DUDE I'M ALREADY LOADED! Seriously, after Nextwave I started to get into demolition. No material or labour costs. People loved me. A few buildings in and I'm already set for life, it's EASY!"

"Okay but that's like NORMAL Orange County. What's so special that we have to go NOW?"

"Ugh, no! No! Ew!"

"☠️☠️☠️☠️ yeah I'm ready to ☠️☠️☠️☠️ some ☠️☠️☠️☠️ in the ☠️☠️☠️☠️ with a ☠️☠️☠️☠️ and ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ☠️☠️☠️☠️ them six ways from Sunday! Where are we going, Stack?"

So what's it gonna be tonight? Being a badass and doing some wetwork, or am I going to hit up the clubs? Choices, choices, choices.

"Okay but after I took it, it became mine. And now it's empty and I need another. Stop riding a bitch so hard, Cyclops, gawd!"

I had a full bottle of tequila. Now it's empty. This kinda stuff makes my head hurt so much. Someone owes me a bottle of tequila!