Cammie & Angelo

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Cammie goes and checks on Angelo, and tries to weasel out of waxing his car.

“So, does this mean I don’t have to wax your car?” Cammie asked from the doorway. She wasn’t so much of a shut in right now that certain things didn’t get to her. Most people spread comfort and joy at a time like this. She was a firm believer that torment was a much better medicine.

Angelo threw the nearest thing that came to hand at her, which proved to be a rolled-up pair of - clean - socks. "Like hell you don't. I'll be up soon."

“Yeah, but when you’re up can you catch me? That’s the question,” Cammie returned, dodging the sock bomb and laughing.

"I will call on everythin' the mansion has to offer to catch you", he said half-seriously. "Startin' with our telepathic telekinetic boss. He could."

“With or without using his exploding head powers? Because I’m pretty good versus wheelchairs, of course I fight totally dirty,” Cammie returned brightly.

"For once, he didn't explode his head", Angelo said ruefully. "Just the rest of us. An' he'd freeze you on the spot. Did it to a speedster once so Kurt could drop him in the lake."

“That’s just wrong,” Cammie said, “Unless the guy deserved it, and then that totally rocks.”

"The three of them got drunk an' Pietro was smug about not gettin' a hangover", was the response with a one-shouldered shrug. "Probably did deserve it."

“Then I better watch out, I’m smug about not getting drunk or anything all the time. AND I steal wallets of the hammered. Well, not around here,” Cammie said with a shrug.

"You'd better not around here. Out in the city's different, I used to go out an' play pool shark with Sarah an' Jono on drunk college kids."

“I don’t bite the hand that feeds me. That often. Like that,” Cammie said, “I reserve lifting wallets for biker bars in the city.”

"This is where I'm supposed to be all responsible and tell you that's a bad thing. But I say if they don't notice, they deserve to lose out."

“I say anyone dumb enough to get in a drinking contest with me deserves whatever may come as a result of that,” she said with an evil grin.

"Only if they know what they're gettin' into", Angelo pointed out. "You are kind of underestimatable."

“You say that. But then there’s all that BS about how people aren’t supposed to judge others based on size and appearance. And maybe that cocky, little girl actually knows what she’s doing when she challenges the big mighty biker to a contest of drinks,” she sighed happily, “I should do that again soon. Maybe I’ll drag you with. It’s fun.”

"Sounds like fun to me", he said cheerfully. "I'll be all back to normal by the weekend, an' it sounds like a fun show. I'll even find you victims."

“Awesome. You should know that under pain of death that Lil has forbidden me from doing this at Harry’s. Common sense and stuff, but yeah. Bad bars in New York work best, and I will out drink the biggest burliest biker you can find,” Cammie said grinning, “I can promise you it will be one of the funniest things you’ll ever see.

"Yeah, you're still underage an' Harry's careful about that stuff. But..." Another slight shrug. "You can't get drunk, so I'm not worried."

“I also have five I.D. cards that will tell you otherwise,” Cammie returned. “But yeah, not getting drunk sort of gets rid of the illegality of it all as far as I’m concerned.”

"So we find somewhere not as strict as Harry's an' let the fun begin."

“Yep, and I know a couple of places in New York,” Cammie said. She had been out and about before her little drama play had started, “So make sure you get rest so you can enjoy the fun.”

"Count on it."