Lex and Cammie | Friday Night

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Lex runs into Cammie for the first time. Strangely, it's at a bar brawl.




She had promised to stop. That thought right there made her sound like an addict, Cammie realized. And while she had every intent to stop picking fights she also had the urge to test out the stuff she was learning from Logan.

However, she had the feeling that Logan would skin her alive for this as she ducked a bar stool. Cammie laughed, she couldn't help it. These types of places were too easy. She was also working on being able to take someone down without it being a punch. It was hard. She kept such a tight reign on her arm for fear that she'd randomly kill someone.

Cammie knew she had to get over that. And right now, with her left hand over a fat biker's was the perfect time. Since he could flatten her like a pancake.

Now.

Any minute now...

...Holy shit, she was going to die. It was like mental constipation in her arm.

Lex ducked as a bottle went flying past his head. "God damnit! Can't a guy get a few minutes to himself with out someone interrupting him?" He launched his fist into the thrower's face and sent him reeling. "Well, at least this'll give some reason to unwind."

A smile grew across his face as he stepped full on into the fray. He was surrounded by the maddening whirl of bodies, everyone kicking and clawing at one another. He threw in a few jabs, and sent a rotund biker across the bar and onto the pool table. Who had started this anyway, cause they were going to get the most of his aggression.

He turned and saw her, a lithe girl, maybe 20 was taking on another fat biker as two more came up behind her. She had a very pretty face, and an interesting green dye job. He threw himself at the two men, kneeing one in the sternum and tried to block the other's punch immediately after. He almost succeeded.

Now she could move. Cammie quickly darted out and got the one that punched the guy that jumped between her and the bikers. She wasn't paying attention to who it was right now. Just to clearing up the fight. And now, with punching involved she could actually do it.

The hit to the biker made him turn an interesting shade of green before he started to both writhe and vomit. Cammie was well out of the splash range and grinning evilly.

"Next, please."

Lex heard the girl's remark. Who did she think she was, she'd been able to knock some guys lunch out of him, but that really isn't that hard. Turning to face her, he thought he recognized her from somewhere. Not knowing where however, meant that he wasn't going to go easy on her. He feigned a strong right cross and came in low under her right arm, kneeing her as he went by. "Don't be so cocky, the tides can change on you. Just. That. Quickly." Then he tried to hook her with his right arm and throw her on her back.

"Yeah," she said, as he came close to knocking the breath out of her and she reached for his neck with her left hand, "They can." All it took was skin to skin contact. This time there wasn't a mental block.
Right now she was so glad that Logan had taught her all those fancy moves. Even caught in the throw she was able to move enough to make the contact.

Lex bent over, horribly ill. He dropped the girl flat on her back and realized the only good thing he felt was joy at watching the surprise on her face as she bounced. Then he fell next to her, vomiting up everything he'd eaten for the past 24 hours. Through the pain he could almost tell what each bit was as it came up. He wretched again, and collapsed in a ball. He'd been shot twice, and stabbed several times, but none of that pain was remotely comparable to the gut-wrenching, mind-numbing, agony that made him want to cry.

He didn't know how it'd happened, one moment he was fine, the next he thought he was gonna die. Then, through his extremely blurry vision, or perhaps because of it, he thought he recognized her. Wasn't she--and then he was hit with another explosion of pain, and he leaned back towards the floor.

Cammie rolled over and was up on her feet in an instant, "Oh come on," she taunted, "Did I walk in on a biker bar or a bunch of old ladies and their knitting circle?" The bar was almost totally clear. "You know," she said, one arm akimbo, surveying the damage, "This really is getting too easy."

Lex coughed, as he recovered enough to move. He reached out and grabbed the girl's leg. "Then try this on for size." He shocked her, trying to keep it in check so he didn't stop her heart. "I told you...
Don't get cocky."

Cammie's eyes got wide. There was setting off a shock in winter from static and then there was this. It felt like licking a car battery (and yes, she would know). The shock to her system did something else; a full release of toxin billowed out from her left arm in a rank and green colored cloud that followed her to the ground as she fell down right next to the guy holding her leg. Immune to electricity she wasn't.

Lex saw the cloud of smoke and instantly knew she was a mutant, or a terrorist, but either way, he wasn't sticking around that cloud for an instant. He rolled sideways, till he almost hit a booth, and then threw himself onto his feet and dove out the window. If the woman followed him, he'd just have to use a harder punch the next time.
Maybe even toss her through a wall.

Fucker. He was going down. That was her first thought when she could stand, though her muscles were still twitching and she was not almost totally empty. Her ears were buzzing too as she walked through the cloud of her own little toxic cocktail and lifted someone's can of mace.

First, she used it like a mouth freshener spray. Tasted pretty good too.

She wasn't dumb enough to jump out the window he did. Likely the first thing she'd get was a fist to the face. You didn't do this and live very long by being stupid. She went out a different window, one near the back alley of the bar. Dropping quietly to the ground, holding the can of mace in her hand she waited a moment and listened.

Lex heard the crash of glass, but couldn't tell where it'd happened. His eyes were still slightly blurry from pain. He saw motion to his right and rolled instinctively. It wasn't the girl, but someone had definitely taken a swing at him. "Enough. I'm sick of these children's games." He grabbed the man's arms and shocked him. "Leave me be!"

Turning around, he then started walking back towards the mansion. The last thing he needed was to wretch with an empty stomach. He figured it'd be better to ask around the mansion, figure out who that person was--if they knew her at all--before he fought her again.

Cammie padded along quietly. Even with the muscle twitching she was really good at staying out of sight. It didn’t take long until she knew where he was going and she swore. It was the new guy. The fucking new guy! Why hadn’t she noticed? And how could she get his attention without getting punched in the face? She went over various ‘poor helpless girl’ cons and threw them out. She had a can of mace. She could do this the straight forward way and pepper spray him if he decided to taze her again.

“Hey, tough guy!”

Lex turned back and sighed. "What do you want? Look, you kicked my ass... you happy. I need to go take a shower. Unless you absolutely have to fight me... then I'll put you down from here." He gave her his best war face, but it came off looking more like a beaten grimace.

“Awww, the new guy is mad that he got beat by a girl,” Cammie said with a laugh and shook her head, “Hey, that’s all back there. No hard feelings, right? I think we’re going to the same place. You should let me treat you to a couple of drinks. I have a pretty awesome collection of Vodka,” because booze, she could taste.

Lex laughed and shook his head. "You're the girl who was going to leave me maps, aren't you?" He knew he'd recognized her from
somewhere. Damn it, but he seemed to attract dangerous women. He took a step towards her, his hands raised in a peace offering. "I'm Lex, by the way."

"Yeah. Then I realized I suck ass at reading maps," she said, taking a few steps forward. "I'm Cammie. And I can show you where my room is now."

"I'd be up for that, but we should stop on the way there and pick up some food. You really did a number on me." He moved closer to her, and extended his hand. He couldn't imagine how he looked. "I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I hope we can start over when we get to the mansion." He smiled at her to let her know everything was alright between them.

"Sure. We'll pick out something that goes well with Vodka. Can be whatever you want," Cammie said, not taking his hand, she held her left hand up, it was still dark green, "You set me off, can't trust the bad hand right now. But anyway, I can't taste most food, so we'll get what you want and no hard feelings. It's what I do... and... uh... kinda appreciate it if you don't tell anyone. I told a lot of people I stopped."

"Can you taste spicy food?" He asked, he suddenly had a hankering for Thai food. "Cause I could definitely go for some Thai food, curry seems like the best bet." He sidled up to her right side and walked next to her. "I won't talk about this to anyone, as long as you promise never to use that on me again."

"Yeah. I can taste it as long as it's near nuclear," Cammie said, pulling the bandages on her left arm as tight as she could. In street lights small glimpses of green flesh could be seen, "And I generally just don't go around tapping people to watch them puke. Well, I take it back, I did that once, but that was like two years ago."

"We'll get you some nuclear, and I'll have some raging inferno. We'll go back to the mansion and maybe eat it on the back porch or something. How does that sound?" He laughed, and looked at her, making a face like he'd just eaten a pale of jalapeños.

"Sounds like it could be tasty. I'll bring the booze. Bet I can out drink you," Cammie said sweetly.

"You've beaten me once today. Don't think I'm dumb enough to take a bet from you now." He said, giving an impish smile. "Besides, it's not the being drunk that's fun, it's the act of drinking amongst friends. Well, strangers who you hope will become friends."

"Well, if you want to be my friend I should say I don't get drunk either," Cammie said with ann almost sheepish brin.

"Interesting... I'm gonna assume that's part of your power." Lex didn't know what it was, precisely, but he had a theory. "So, I'm thinking we eat dinner and then you can tell me all about your obsession with starting bar fights." He smiled as he spoke falling into step beside her.

He thought about what just happened and laughed, what an interesting way to meet your not-so-secret admirer.