Kyle and Cammie, post and pre mosh pit

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Backdated to Friday, Jan 28. Cammie drags Kyle out to one of the local disreputable clubs for stress relief, where stress relief is defined by hitting people in the mosh pit, and alcohol. (No, Kyle is not 21. No, he does not care anymore.)



The mosh pit here was, in Cammie's opinion, always one of the best and she had the bruises to show for it. Of course, when a place pretty much catered to mutants like this place did they were a lot more liberal with what you could get away with before the bouncers pulled you out of the crowd and tossed you on your ass.

And she had the burned clothing to prove it.

But now it was time to unwind a bit, so she had pulled Kyle on out and towards the bar. She couldn't get drunk, and didn't know about him but booze was booze. Her drink had enough liquor in it to kill a small country, and she tossed it back with ease. It was sweet.

Then, she started laughing, "You'll never believe what I'm doing," she said sweetly, holding the shot glass to her mouth, "I'm so awesome, I amaze myself."

"Besides drinking like all the alcohol ever?" Kyle poked at his own drink sort of cautiously. He hadn't even been carded, he suspected the bartender didn't care, and maybe "I don't care as long as it has orange juice." was just how people ordered drinks. It even had a little orange slice on a plastic sword. He wasn't sure he trusted it. "What are you doing? Besides like, elbowing me in the eye earlier?"

"You were staring at my tits," Cammie returned, "Jesus, do you drink anything that isn't meant for a little girl?" she said, raising an eyebrow at his drink, "Because fucking seriously. You're a man, drink something manly. Anyway... I have that Soc class with Jared right? And I have my little side business. Well, I'm giving him a freebie. And he's going to get what he paid for," she said smirking evilly.

Kyle took a gulp of the drink, and made a face that clearly indicated he was not sure what he thought. "I was clearing crap off my foot. If I wanted to see your tits, I'd just ask you to flash me." Because he was pretty sure Cammie would. "And dude. I'm torn. On one hand, he deserves it. On the other... no, nevermind. He deserves it."

"Here I thought you'd be overjoyed," Cammie said, "I mean, he does deserve it. I think he went in thinking this shit was easy. I just make it LOOK easy." Besides writing papers for a small group of people or, more often, just editing already written papers had her feeling a lot more confident in her ability actually write something academically. Not that she had ever been bad at it, but straight As in a farming town school meant nothing in the real world. And streetsmarts meant nothing in a classroom. "And maybe it will teach him a little appreciation for, I don't know, doing his own damn work."

"Or he'll just fucking whine more and I'll finally flush his head." Kyle suggested. "Seriously, dude's already halfway gotten me to punch him, I dunno if I can take any more of his whining." He shrugged, and then slugged back the last of the drink. "Vodka's weird." He observed. "And dude, I didn't know you were taking classes either."

"Meh," Cammie shrugged, "I didn't feel like advertising it. It's not like it's a big fucking deal or anything. Just trying to figure out what, if anything I actually want to do. I know what I don't want to do."

"So you don't wanna teach sticky five years olds how to write their alphabet?" Kyle offered. "Dude, every chick in my classes is like "Ohhh, I want to teach the cute little kids." and every time one of them talks about it, I just want to barf. I like kids, but man, if I wanted to do that, everyone'd call me a pedo." He shrugged. "So, you're taking, what sociology with my idiot roommate and just kind of trying to figure out what you like and crap?"

"Ha, yeah. Me and kids. That'd be a riot, right up until someone had me arrested for corruption of the innocent or teaching children how to swear or whatever," Cammie snorted, "But pretty much. I know what I don't like might as well figure out what I do before I dedicate myself to one thing in particular. If I even get that far."

"So what's checked off the Cammie's Never Doing This like, educational checklist?" Kyle asked. "Besides sticky midgets? I mean, you're not gonna make a career out of tricking idiots into paying you to write papers, right?" It would've bugged him more if it wasn't Jared.

"Well, science and shit like that is out. Which is kind of sad because chemistry would've been fucking fun if only for the bomb making abilities," Cammie said dryly. She had considered it, but when her pen had hovered over it in the registration book all she could picture was her mother staring back at her and the pen had moved on, "And history bores me to tears, so that's out. Aside from helping idiots write term papers I also proof read occasionally. I don't mind technical writing and social studies is interesting, especially when you get into sociology which is 'Hey everyone, look at the big fucked up group of people we are!' or Anthro which is 'Hey everyone, look at the big fucked up group of people over there!' Oh, and the comparative religion class was fun for shits and giggles." It had been filled with Christians. It was like shooting fish in a barrel.

"Dude, remind me to like, have edit and pizza and like..." Kyle looked down his now empty glass. "Whatever the fuck I'm drinking nights with you. We can draw on Laurie and Jared's papers in red pen and make fun of them. I swear, Laurie is smart as fuck right up until she starts fucking up words. How can anyone that smart be that dumb?"

"Because the smart people generally are dumbasses. It's a universal truth," Cammie said with a sage nod, "But sure, why the fuck not. I like laughing."

Kyle laughed. "You like knowing my idiot roommate keeps Everclear in the freezer and that he's usually too sloshed to know if I "borrowed" it. Hell, dude thinks I'm pretty much straight-edge anyway." Which considering Kyle had consumed alcohol now a total of one whole time, wasn't entirely inaccurate. "And that I have two blenders and usually a bad banana in my freezer." It was just that he forgot to eat them and then, well, he liked Cammie. Bad Banana Transmission Fluid Milkshake was just his way of saying "Hey, good job hitting me in the eye that last time."

"I love your freezer. I've been meaning to tell you I've been having a horrible affair with it, but it stopped returning my phone calls. Did I come on too strong?" Cammie asked, putting on wide, green eyes just for fun.

"Naw, it's just shy and like playing hard to get. You know how big white appliances are." Kyle laughed. "Seriously, do you -ever- buy groceries like ever, or do you just eat all the crap we forget to?" He pretty much just handed anything that looked half gone over, unless it was liquid or squishy. "Also what the hell was I drinking because the inside of my head feels fucked up."

"Vodka and OJ. Girly, but nice and strong," Cammie said with a grin, "Me, I'm just drinking everclear. I like it best when you can use it to clean engines. As to food, everyone keeps me really well supplied. Waste not want somethingsomethingblahblahblah."

"Just vodka? Not like, crazy death alcohol or something?" It was a valid question, he didn't know crap about alcohol and Kyle had ignored anything Jared ever said about it just out of principle. "You're all like eco-friendly and everything, right? I mean, you could totally get away with a lot just by talking about how you're like a human recycling plant."

"Just vodka, so you're drinking potato juice and OJ," Cammie said, "And it's sooooo cwute," to the last she shrugged, "I totally am, and hey, everyone keeps me happy and I don't have to sift through dumpsters for dinner anymore. And there was much rejoicing."

Kyle pulled the skewered orange slice from the drink and bit into it. And then wheezed a bit. "Holy shit my orange drank half my potato juice." He said. "Ew, dumpsters. I am gonna get another one of these because I gotta stop thinking about how dumpsters smell. And I don't think I wanna go back into that pit if I'm not drinking. That asshat in the Rob Zombie shirt keeps mashing my foot and I think he's doing it on purpose. If I'm gonna fight that dude, I wanna drink more." Which made a lot more sense in Kyle's head than it did once he's said it.

"Awww, he just likes you," Cammie said, patting Kyle on the shoulder with her non-toxic hand, "We can go back in there after you've had a couple of more and show him how much we like him too."

"I like how you think." Kyle said. "That doesn't mean I have to hit you in the brain too now, do I?"

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Laurie is amused at the idea of Cammie and Kyle getting drunk off their arse and drawing little pictures all over her and Jared's papers.