xp_logs | Hello, Trouble. (Sarah, Amanda)

Clubbing on Friday. Second half of the night, when Amanda gets off of Manuel-watching duty. They drink and dance, making sure there's all sorts of incriminating pictures of Sarah for the tabloids (And Shinobi's super spy camera). They talk about alcohol, loosening up, groupies, and piercings, in that order.

Sitting at a table close to the bar, Sarah crossed her legs rather ungracefully in front of her, boots tapping against each other to the beat of the music. She sipped down her newest drink, something like Paige's blue thing, but green instead, and sighed as she felt her buzz slipping away with every drink of kool-aided down alcohol. I really needed to get a proper drink soon, she thought to herself, or I'll end up sulking in the back with Shinobi, babysitting the bratty empath.

"What the fuck are you drinkin'?" Amanda said without ceremony, appearing at her elbow. "I thought you didn't do girly pussy drinks." She didn't sit, leaning instead on the bar and catching the eye of a certain attractive black bartender.

"I don't." She said simply, draining the last of it and setting the glass down with some distaste. "Not unless it's free. There's a reason people stop drinking Kool-Aid when they grow up."

"'S criminal, what people do t' perfectly good booze," Amanda agreed. "An' it looks like Paige's groupies have scary taste in drinks." Tom reappeared with two glasses of what looked like ordinary orange juice, and she gave him a twenty. "Here, get that down you," she told Sarah, setting one in front of the Morlock as she took a seat at the table.

"My hero," she said, taking the glass and drinking the contents like it was ordinary orange juice. "I could feel what little buzz I had left slipping away." She swirls the drink around in her glass a bit, looking back up at Amanda with a grin. "You know, I bet we could get several of these down Paige with no problem. Tell her it's only orange juice."

"Temptin'," Amanda replied, knowing better than to try and keep up with Sarah and drinking her own "juice" much more sedately - Pete would probably overlook a bit of tipsiness, but not much more. "Tho' lookin' at the two of you earlier, I'd say someone's already been corruptin' our farm girl."

Sarah grinned, finishing the last of her drink and moving the empty glass somewhere to the side of the table where she wouldn't knock it over. "The boys got to her first. She asked me for the second drink. We'll get her to loosen up yet."

"Took bloody long enough," Amanda said with a chuckle. She looked up as Tom reappeared and placed two more drinks on the table. "I didn't..."

"Compliments of your friend's fan club," Tom explained with a wink and a nod in the direction of a cluster of young men (and some women) who were clearly appreciating the sight of Paige dancing with Angelo. "And they want to know why it is two such lovely ladies as yourselves are hiding away in the corner here."

"Just recharging," came the answer from Sarah, an amused sort of look shot in the direction of the crowd. "And bitching about the spiked Kool-Aid trend."

"Ugh, that stuff," Tom said, making a face. "Kiddie drinks for the kiddie crowd. Must be why I'm risking my job for this little troublemaker - she appreciates a decent drink." He tweaked Amanda's nose, and she swatted at him.

"An' here I was thinkin' it was me stunnin' good looks," she retorted.

"Those, too, darling. Or possibly that smoldering Spanish boy of yours. Are you sure he wouldn't want to come out and play?" Tom said, laughing.

"Definitely. Sorry, mate, you'll just have t' live without him." Amanda said.

"I'll try not to pine _too_ much. You'll just have to tell me all the juicy details from Wednesday night so I can have my vicarious smoochies." Tom looked back towards the bar. "Later, darling - the fan club has your order now, so you shouldn't go thirsty."

Sarah's smile was absolutely delighted (albiet slightly tipsy) at the news. Free drinks, whee! She took a gulp of her new drink, leaning a little onto the table to 'whisper', "It's about time, don't you think? I was beginning to mourn the usefulness of the skirt."

"Well, as far as gettin' drinks goes, it's been outshone tonight by Paige's Red Thing," Amanda observed, adding her own appreciative glance to the many fixed on Paige. "But if yer skirt is startin' t' get an inferiority thing, I can always check out yer legs a bit more obviously than I was doin'." She took a long swallow of her own drink, shivering a little at the strength of it - it was practically orange-coloured vodka.

"Well I think you'd be more likely to get away with it if Shinobi caught you than, say, anyone." She grinned and shrugged, shifting so her legs weren't buried underneath the tabletop anymore. "But I certainly see why the Red Thing is so popular. She looks good in it."

"'S the advantage of bein' cute enough t' adopt," Amanda giggled. "An' yeah, Paige in red leather - I thought Jono an' Angelo's eyes were gunna fall out when they saw her." She snickered. "If Shinobi's got that camera of his on him tonight, he could stand t' make a lot of money. Well, it'd be a lot to anyone who wasn't already rolling in it."

Sarah nearly choked on her drink, eyes wide. "Shit. I forgot about the camera...." She rubbed her forehead, and finished the rest of her drink. Fuck being sober. "Twenty dollars says there's a whole set of pictures of me and Paige."

"That ain't a bet worth takin'," Amanda snorted. Then she grinned wickedly. "I already asked him for a copy of whatever he gets on that tonight."

"You would," she grumbled, fingers tracing the mouth of the empty glass in front of her. "Ah well. 's what I'm here for, right?" It only took her a moment before she grinned again. "We could always go give him more to take pictures of..."

"You don't call me 'trouble' for nothin'," Amanda agreed cheerfully, finishing her own drink. "An' I thought yer'd never ask - we can't have that skirt goin' t' waste now, can we? An' I reckon we could give enough of a show to keep us in enough free booze t' last _you_ the rest of the night." She gave Sarah a wink and got up, offering the other girl her hand. "Shall we?"

"Let's. I haven't done nearly enough dancing tonight." She squeezed Amanda's hand playfully as they made their way to the dance floor. "Besides, the skirt's getting jealous."

"Can't have that," Amanda laughed, pulling Sarah in close as the music changed to something slightly slower and frankly sexual. 'Fuck music', it was called in the clubs of Brighton. "An' since Shinobi still can't dance t' save himself, I'll have t' save the poor thing from obscurity, eh?"

"Trouble to the rescue," she laughed, one arm thrown idly around Amanda's neck. There was a whistle from somewhere in the crowd. And then she giggled. "God, can you imagine how many magazines these pictures'll end up in?"

"I can hear the anguished screams from the teeny fangirls now: 'I must save my darlin' Shinobi from that evil lesbian slut!'" giggled Amanda, well aware of the looks they were getting and playing up to them shamelessly, her hands on Sarah's hips keeping their bodies close and moving in synchrony. "An' those fanboys of yers'll have strokes from the overload."

"That's okay," she said, leaning in to talk in Amanda's ear. Personal space? Maybe next time. "They obviously need to get out more often. Both the scary fangirls and the fairly harmless fanboys."

"Maybe with each other? There's a lot t' be said for the benefits of a good fuck," Amanda said, giggling a bit at the tickle of Sarah's breath on her ear. Personal space was definitely an afterthought. Extremely after, if at all.

Sarah snorted in amusement. "No arguements here. I wonder if I got that kid to post it on his website. 'Go out, get laid! All the cool kids're doing it.'" Smirking, she lowered her voice, like she was sharing some sort of scandalous secret. "Course, tonight is just more proof that if you're a good groupie and buy Sarah a drink, she'll let you put your hand on her ass while you dance."

"Well, there's somethin' t' be said 'bout the benefits of peer pressure..." Amanda mused. Then she grinned wickedly. "Hey, who'm I t' argue if it works? An' yer the one wearin' the distractin' skirt."

"And I don't hear you complaining." She leaned her head back, but only for a moment, giving Amanda a good once-over before returning her mouth right next to her ear. "You're not doing so bad yourself."

"Nothin' like shoppin' in Soho t' round off magic boot camp," Amanda said with a pleased grin. "An' there's somethin' t' be said for the distractin' power of leather. No wonder Frenchie likes Doug's pants so much."

"Yeah," she laughs, "And the new earring doesn't hurt either." She glanced around, but no luck seeing Shinobi through the crowd that was pushing in around them. Grinning, she added, "I'm waiting for the right moment to bribe mine into another piercing."

"Dare I ask where?" Amanda asked with a naughty grin.

Sarah gave her a wry smile. "Where I'd like him to get it or where I think I can actually talk him into getting it? I was sort of hoping for a tongue stud last time, actually. Bastard was teasing me with pictures, and got my hopes up."

"They _are_ fun," Amanda said, grinning to herself at certain memories _that_ statement evoked. "'S gunna take a lot of bribin' t' get him t' do it, tho'. If you can't talk him into the tongue, where else?"

"The tongue was my tamest option. If he doesn't go for that, he's certainly not going for any of the other ones I had in mind," she answered with a wink.

Amanda laughed. "That's true. Want help with the wheedlin', or d'you prefer t' handle that yerself? I've been practicin' me cute face."

"We'll see," she shrugged, "Normally I'd say I've got it under control, but with his latest responsible streak, it may take a little help to talk him into it. He couldn't turn both of us down, right?"

"Not without renouncin' his status as a bloke," Amanda said seriously, but her expression was impish. "I mean, two extremely sexy girls workin' on him, ain't that what porn films are made of?"

"That and this, yeah." Laughing, she threw her other arm around Amanda's neck, moving her focus back the beat of the music and her still very pleasant buzz.