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xp_logsSet before these two logs, Amanda and Domino go clubbing at the ski resort.
"So have you seen Wade since this afternoon? His face is like a tomato, it's so red." Dom chortled as she turned before the mirror, tweaking her earrings until they hung properly. Luckily she had been forewarned about the possibility of a club night so she had remembered to pack suitable clothes, though it was kind of weird going from 'all the layers, plus extra scarves' to 'tight and black', but she'd been through more extreme changes for work before. "It's hilarious."
"I haven't seen him since breakfast." Amanda smoothed her miniskirt down over her stockings. "What the fuck has he been up to to wind up like that?"
"Skiing!" she said gleefully. "Apparently it's like sunburn, but because of the snow or something. I guess he didn't think he'd need SPF 50 out there on the slopes."
"Huh, I would have thought his healing thingie would have taken care of that." Amanda came over and joined Dom at the mirror, giving her a slight nudge with her hip. "Shove over, gorgeous, and let me have a go at the mirror."
"Ugh, I love your accent," Dom said, turning to lean her butt against the wall as she watched Amanda primp in the mirror. "I wish mine sounded like that. D'you think people would notice if I just like, switched? Became British overnight?"
"Probably. But if you put on an Irish one, they wouldn't care. Irish accents are instant panty-droppers." Amanda finished fluffing her hair and pulled out a bright red lipstick. Her own accent, as she put it on, changed to broad Irish. "Apparently everyone wants to fuck a Paddy." She winked at Dom in the mirror and dropped back to her own South London. "We could play around with it tonight. Science experiment, see who gets the most accent-related compliments, that sort of thing?"
"Ooh, flirting for science... I like it," Dom declared, grinning and pushing away from the wall. "And if I win, I'm definitely keeping the accent. Something's gotta change, I am having the worst luck with dating."
"What, you? Having bad luck with dating? Are people blind?" Amanda's incredulity wasn't faked - she was honestly surprised.
"Tell me about it. And yet. I mean, it's not like the job makes it especially easy to keep up a social life, but still." Dom pulled a face, then shrugged it off. "Anyway, you look amazing - ready to go?"
"Ready when you are. Of course, whether the locals are up for two such knockout birds is something else."
***
Perhaps the club attached to a ski resort wasn't the most happening place they could've gone, but it was surprisingly full and the music surprisingly good. And the drinks unsurprisingly expensive, but after a few well-placed smiles and a few turns on the dance floor neither Dom nor Amanda had to worry about that.
"Oh my god, you were right, they love the accent!" Dom shouted over the sound of the thumping bass. "This is great!"
Amanda grinned, her teeth flashing white in the flashing lights. "Never doubt a Brit who's travelled a lot," she replied. "There's some places where I still never have to pay for a drink. And that's with Aussies on the bartending staff who have their own accents for people to fall over." She winked and switched to a broad Australian accent. "You just have to make them think you're a mate and you're in like Flynn."
"Wow, it's like a whole new world of partying!" Dom wasn't sure she trusted herself with an Australian accent - at least not without watching Crocodile Dundee first - but luckily the generic British thing she was doing seemed to be working just fine. "Thanks for the trick, babe, I'll be toasting you with free drinks for years to come."
"Yeah, too bad I only have levels of English-speaking accents. Imagine what I could do with a decent French one? I can speak French and German, and a few other things, but my accent's terrible." Amanda was back to her own speech patterns. "What about you? Any fancy foreign language skills?"
"I can manage a bit of Russian," Dom replied, dropping into her 'real' accent as soon as the other woman did, "and I started learning Mandarin, y'know, before I left the agency. But mostly just enough to throw people off before I shot them in the face."
"Heh, my language studies tend to be "how to be picked up in a dozen different countries and then steal secret documents"," replied the witch with a laugh. "Which tends to be a bit more adaptable to the pub and club scene."
"Yeah, I guess so. Probably better than just making out with other women for free drinks." The dark-haired woman made a face. "I grew out of that eventually. I know, I'm the actual worst."
"Such a shame." Amanda made a tragic face. "All those girls not being made out with by you. It's tragic."
Dom scowled and elbowed the other woman in the side. "I didn't mean it like that." She wasn't quite sure what she had meant it like, or why she had brought it up, but that was probably the alcohol's fault. Or the dancing. It always made her a bit giddy.
Amanda grinned. "I'm glad to hear it." She was about to say something more... interesting, but she suddenly grabbed at the pocket where her 'phone was going off. "I knew I should have left the bloody thing in my room..." she began, seeing it was a series of texts and about to ignore them. But then a certain word caught her eye. "Slendermen? What the fuck?"
"Uh. What?" Dom frowned and tried to peer over Amanda's shoulder at her phone; what she managed to glimpse didn't make much sense. "You mean the Creepypasta thing? Who's texting you about that?"
"Topaz. There was a thing. Back at the school." Amanda groaned and ran her free hand through her hair. "I need to go sort this out, love. Sorry to bail on you." She turned and planted a long kiss on Domino's lips. "That's a thank you for tonight. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Dom blinked, looking slightly shocked, though by what was anybody's guess. "That's cool... um. Good luck. Hope it's not anything too bad." Though knowing what little she did of the kids, the odds of that weren't terribly good. "You owe me a raincheck!"
She watched as Amanda made her way towards the entrance of the club, drawing a few appreciative stares as she did so. Once the other woman was gone Dom considered her options: leave herself, or keep dancing. It wasn't hard to guess which one she chose.
"So have you seen Wade since this afternoon? His face is like a tomato, it's so red." Dom chortled as she turned before the mirror, tweaking her earrings until they hung properly. Luckily she had been forewarned about the possibility of a club night so she had remembered to pack suitable clothes, though it was kind of weird going from 'all the layers, plus extra scarves' to 'tight and black', but she'd been through more extreme changes for work before. "It's hilarious."
"I haven't seen him since breakfast." Amanda smoothed her miniskirt down over her stockings. "What the fuck has he been up to to wind up like that?"
"Skiing!" she said gleefully. "Apparently it's like sunburn, but because of the snow or something. I guess he didn't think he'd need SPF 50 out there on the slopes."
"Huh, I would have thought his healing thingie would have taken care of that." Amanda came over and joined Dom at the mirror, giving her a slight nudge with her hip. "Shove over, gorgeous, and let me have a go at the mirror."
"Ugh, I love your accent," Dom said, turning to lean her butt against the wall as she watched Amanda primp in the mirror. "I wish mine sounded like that. D'you think people would notice if I just like, switched? Became British overnight?"
"Probably. But if you put on an Irish one, they wouldn't care. Irish accents are instant panty-droppers." Amanda finished fluffing her hair and pulled out a bright red lipstick. Her own accent, as she put it on, changed to broad Irish. "Apparently everyone wants to fuck a Paddy." She winked at Dom in the mirror and dropped back to her own South London. "We could play around with it tonight. Science experiment, see who gets the most accent-related compliments, that sort of thing?"
"Ooh, flirting for science... I like it," Dom declared, grinning and pushing away from the wall. "And if I win, I'm definitely keeping the accent. Something's gotta change, I am having the worst luck with dating."
"What, you? Having bad luck with dating? Are people blind?" Amanda's incredulity wasn't faked - she was honestly surprised.
"Tell me about it. And yet. I mean, it's not like the job makes it especially easy to keep up a social life, but still." Dom pulled a face, then shrugged it off. "Anyway, you look amazing - ready to go?"
"Ready when you are. Of course, whether the locals are up for two such knockout birds is something else."
***
Perhaps the club attached to a ski resort wasn't the most happening place they could've gone, but it was surprisingly full and the music surprisingly good. And the drinks unsurprisingly expensive, but after a few well-placed smiles and a few turns on the dance floor neither Dom nor Amanda had to worry about that.
"Oh my god, you were right, they love the accent!" Dom shouted over the sound of the thumping bass. "This is great!"
Amanda grinned, her teeth flashing white in the flashing lights. "Never doubt a Brit who's travelled a lot," she replied. "There's some places where I still never have to pay for a drink. And that's with Aussies on the bartending staff who have their own accents for people to fall over." She winked and switched to a broad Australian accent. "You just have to make them think you're a mate and you're in like Flynn."
"Wow, it's like a whole new world of partying!" Dom wasn't sure she trusted herself with an Australian accent - at least not without watching Crocodile Dundee first - but luckily the generic British thing she was doing seemed to be working just fine. "Thanks for the trick, babe, I'll be toasting you with free drinks for years to come."
"Yeah, too bad I only have levels of English-speaking accents. Imagine what I could do with a decent French one? I can speak French and German, and a few other things, but my accent's terrible." Amanda was back to her own speech patterns. "What about you? Any fancy foreign language skills?"
"I can manage a bit of Russian," Dom replied, dropping into her 'real' accent as soon as the other woman did, "and I started learning Mandarin, y'know, before I left the agency. But mostly just enough to throw people off before I shot them in the face."
"Heh, my language studies tend to be "how to be picked up in a dozen different countries and then steal secret documents"," replied the witch with a laugh. "Which tends to be a bit more adaptable to the pub and club scene."
"Yeah, I guess so. Probably better than just making out with other women for free drinks." The dark-haired woman made a face. "I grew out of that eventually. I know, I'm the actual worst."
"Such a shame." Amanda made a tragic face. "All those girls not being made out with by you. It's tragic."
Dom scowled and elbowed the other woman in the side. "I didn't mean it like that." She wasn't quite sure what she had meant it like, or why she had brought it up, but that was probably the alcohol's fault. Or the dancing. It always made her a bit giddy.
Amanda grinned. "I'm glad to hear it." She was about to say something more... interesting, but she suddenly grabbed at the pocket where her 'phone was going off. "I knew I should have left the bloody thing in my room..." she began, seeing it was a series of texts and about to ignore them. But then a certain word caught her eye. "Slendermen? What the fuck?"
"Uh. What?" Dom frowned and tried to peer over Amanda's shoulder at her phone; what she managed to glimpse didn't make much sense. "You mean the Creepypasta thing? Who's texting you about that?"
"Topaz. There was a thing. Back at the school." Amanda groaned and ran her free hand through her hair. "I need to go sort this out, love. Sorry to bail on you." She turned and planted a long kiss on Domino's lips. "That's a thank you for tonight. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Dom blinked, looking slightly shocked, though by what was anybody's guess. "That's cool... um. Good luck. Hope it's not anything too bad." Though knowing what little she did of the kids, the odds of that weren't terribly good. "You owe me a raincheck!"
She watched as Amanda made her way towards the entrance of the club, drawing a few appreciative stares as she did so. Once the other woman was gone Dom considered her options: leave herself, or keep dancing. It wasn't hard to guess which one she chose.
