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Kyle and Jubilee meet up at a new nightclub and discuss the events of Operation: Siege Perilous
"Dude, they totally serve stuff on like, metal trays and have drinks in beakers and shit. It's like, rich people trendy, but a friend totally said it's worth it for the drinks and munchies."
Jubilee dragged Kyle through the press of dancing bodies till they reached the bar. She leaned over far enough to almost flash everyone around them, and then whistled loudly over the music, waving manically as a bartender came toward them.
"Hello, handsome. Rum and Coke, please."
Fuck fancy, she had enough of that elsewhere, if she wanted to drink shitty alcohol mixed with soda, she would.
"Whatta want, dude?"
"Vodka and OJ, thanks," Kyle said, half to Jubilee and half to the bartender. "You know I'm like a foot plus taller than you, why are you the one trying to order? They can actually see me." He grinned, anticipating the friendly swat to his bicep.
“Cause I invited you, and that means I get to talk and shotgun shuts his cake-hole.”
Jubilee grinned up at him and delivered the expected swat as she waited for the bartender to return with their drinks.
“We should be able to find a place to sit on the second floor, almost everyone tends to creep on the people on the dance floor this time of night.”
"You say that like me starting a fight with a creep's a bad time." Kyle retorted but was already looking up at the balcony. "But I guess it'd get us kicked out, and on some list, and I mean who wants that. Finding places where the bouncers don't try to dress code boot me is a pain."
"Dude, if you're looking for a fight I know of at least four places where we can make total bank from you pounding on horrible people till your heart's content, and like, another couple if you're looking to do it in a non-euphemistic way."
Jubilee led them up the softly glowing stairs to their right, pushing through a couple who were more interested in sucking face than getting out of her way. She flipped them the bird when the girl protested and gave the guy what she liked to call her 'scary eyes' look.
"Dude I know all those places, but fighting for cash is." Kyle turned to make an apologetic shrug at the couple and then ducked around them to catch up with Jubilee, who'd already ducked her way past two other groups. "I dunno, it's icky. Did it once, not a fan. Also, okay, you're right, the beaker drinks are kind of bougie."
“Dude, you have weird hang-ups.”
Jubilee slipped into one of the high chairs around a small circular table just as another group left. She smiled in a friendly way at the group who’d been about to take it over and placed her drink down firmly without even a hint of shame.
Sometimes you had to be the arsehole to get a seat in these places.
“They want money, you want money and you get to hit people to win it. It’s no different than doing it in front of cameras for some dickweed in bumfuck America to watch and get his rocks off at. The only difference is the Dudes organizing it are all criminals or kids who think they’re criminals.”
"Oh man, I think you were in China when I got caught up in the fight thing," Kyle said, face screwed up trying to remember. "Maybe. I did the fight club thing and got my face kicked in by Toad. It's not a weird hang-up. Also, you know, I don't wanna give criminals money." He paused. "I mean except you guys, you're like, spy criminals, totally different jam."
“Think I was,” Jubilee agreed after a moment of thought. “And fair enough. You know that’s just splitting hairs though, right? Pretty sure even if it wasn’t a bad guy we wouldn’t think too hard about it if it meant getting to where we need to be.”
"Yeah, no it's all good, it's just not for me, not like, as a hobby." Kyle shrugged and played with the straw in his beaker of drink. "It's one thing if it's all X-team stuff, it's another for funsies."
“No shade, Dude. I hear ya.” Jubilee took another drink and pushed it back. “Anyway, like, you read the mission report on our weird-ass alternate universe trip?”
"Oh, oh, this is like, that convo and that's why you're buying me alcohols." Kyle laughed. "Yeah, I read it. Didn't read any deets. Oh man, was I evil? Was I really really evil? Did I at least look cool and badass?"
“I so need more alcohol for this,” Jubilee downed her drink quickly and held up her hand to Kyle while she let the burn settle. “So like, firstly, if you get weird on me, I know where you sleep but like, we were totally involved in the other realm. Like, soulmates like involved.”
Kyle slugged back his drink. "Right, don't make this weird, she says, and then she uses the word soulmates." He looked at Jubilee over the rim of the beaker. "Look like, before I ask you this, please remember that I dated Doreen and so I know a lot more about fanfic than I ever wanted, is this like, the kind of soulmates where you have like writing on your body or weird tattoos, or is this just a euphemism for totally in gross amounts of true love."
“This is like me hiring a guild assassin to kill the guy who did for you kind of true love,” Jubilee admitted with a wry smile. “And I wasn’t exactly checking for tattoos. I was kinda busy being an emotional and physical wreck. The sex must have been awesome though, I usually don’t get the feels involved unless it’s really memorable.”
"That... does not surprise me but is like, mostly backward from my experience?" Kyle said and wished for a second drink because if he'd known this was going to be a 'don't make it weird' conversation, he'd have ordered a lot more alcohol. "So, we were a thing and enough of a thing that you were gonna pay for murder. I mean. That is pretty fucked up. The murder part, not the gross true love part. Also the gross true love part, okay. I mean. I mean I need at least three more drinks to process this, but, how. How would that relationship even work? I mean we're bros, but.. there's like, a reason I don't ask you guys what you do." He leaned in, to faux-whisper. "It's because some of you will tell me."
“All I’m saying is if you weren’t such a Bro, I’d be totally getting in your pants to test my theory, is all,” Jubilee noted, wiggling her eyebrows enthusiastically. She didn’t mention that she was one of the people who would tell him, at least the non-redacted parts anyway. “And, like, we were still teenagers, so it was before all the other stuff. You were like, my reason for becoming a super spy. It was so weird.”
"Ah... no." Kyle shook his head. "I mean not that I don't sleep with friends but, first, Terry, second, you're already a super spy and I don't wanna get made dead so you can change careers." He caught the eye of a roving waiter, put in a drink order, and then pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Man if I'd known they had a table service app I'd be two more drinks in. So who made not me dead? Because is it like someone I gotta worry about remembering killing me? Oh. Oh shit, was it Topaz?"
"Like, dude, I would never poach, even if you were into all this badassness. So like, calm your tits and it was some guy from the other side, none of our peeps." Jubilee poked at his phone and held up several fingers. "You better be ordering me some too, or I'm gonna use my super spy five-finger death punch on your phone in revenge."
"What guy from the other side? I mean a real person, or like some psionic nightmare person that doesn't exist?" Kyle said and then shook his phone at Jubilee in faux-outrage. "Dude, please of course I ordered you drinks. What kind of shitty friend would I be if I didn't order you drinks after you traumatized me. They have weird hipster drinks. I ordered you a hibiscus champagne cocktail."
“Dude, just like, some random bad guy. I mean, probably real cause it used us as its fuel or whatever but not someone I know out here.”
Jubilee grinned and sat back, happy that more alcohol was coming. Bougie or not, this place wasn’t half bad as a meeting spot.
“So, is that a Clarice special?”
"What, the drink or my phone case? The drink's just whatever hipster shit they have." Kyle grinned and showed Jubilee the back of the phone case. "This thing is hella Clarice. I mean, it's not flying peniscopters, but I think pride taco cats is a pretty strong showing."
"Anyway, to more important topics," Jubilee said with the tone of someone changing the topic to more happy things, not that pride taco cats weren't happy, of course. "You and Terry, hey? When did that happen?"
"Like. Two years ago?" Kyle answered. "I mean we did long distance while she was doing her thing, but like, it's not like I've been hiding it."
"Huh, I like, totally didn't clock that at all," Jubilee noted with a surprised look. It wasn't that she was normally unobservant, she wouldn't be a spy if she was, but she had to admit that she hadn't been keeping up with her friends as much as would be normal in someone who actually wanted to keep ties with people. "Well, congrats? Like, are you happy, in general, ya know? We don't hang as much these days."
"I wasn't like advertising it much either," Kyle said. "But man, you should see my frequent flier miles. Holy shit, it's so many. Yeah, pretty happy. Busy. I.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yo, I finished my master's and went back to teaching. Just, like, part-time right now, doing some sub hours at Bayville."
"So what I hear you saying is that I can totes steal your identity and use your miles to fly to Russia next time I gotta travel," Jubilee replied with a grin, taking a large sip of her drink and making a happy noise in the back of her throat. "That's awesome though, like, both things are awesome. Are you enjoying the teaching?"
"Sure you know what, if you can pass as a white dude a whole entire foot taller than you, you're welcome to 'em." Kyle grinned. "I mean I love teaching. I don't love temping at it, but man I love the work."
“No, see, like I know this guy named Kevin.” Jubilee quipped with a shit-eating grin. “Pretty sure he’d do me a solid if I promised him some kind of weird sexual favors for it.”
"Nope. Just for you. No cheating with the weird drunk shapeshifters."
Kyle and Jubilee meet up at a new nightclub and discuss the events of Operation: Siege Perilous
"Dude, they totally serve stuff on like, metal trays and have drinks in beakers and shit. It's like, rich people trendy, but a friend totally said it's worth it for the drinks and munchies."
Jubilee dragged Kyle through the press of dancing bodies till they reached the bar. She leaned over far enough to almost flash everyone around them, and then whistled loudly over the music, waving manically as a bartender came toward them.
"Hello, handsome. Rum and Coke, please."
Fuck fancy, she had enough of that elsewhere, if she wanted to drink shitty alcohol mixed with soda, she would.
"Whatta want, dude?"
"Vodka and OJ, thanks," Kyle said, half to Jubilee and half to the bartender. "You know I'm like a foot plus taller than you, why are you the one trying to order? They can actually see me." He grinned, anticipating the friendly swat to his bicep.
“Cause I invited you, and that means I get to talk and shotgun shuts his cake-hole.”
Jubilee grinned up at him and delivered the expected swat as she waited for the bartender to return with their drinks.
“We should be able to find a place to sit on the second floor, almost everyone tends to creep on the people on the dance floor this time of night.”
"You say that like me starting a fight with a creep's a bad time." Kyle retorted but was already looking up at the balcony. "But I guess it'd get us kicked out, and on some list, and I mean who wants that. Finding places where the bouncers don't try to dress code boot me is a pain."
"Dude, if you're looking for a fight I know of at least four places where we can make total bank from you pounding on horrible people till your heart's content, and like, another couple if you're looking to do it in a non-euphemistic way."
Jubilee led them up the softly glowing stairs to their right, pushing through a couple who were more interested in sucking face than getting out of her way. She flipped them the bird when the girl protested and gave the guy what she liked to call her 'scary eyes' look.
"Dude I know all those places, but fighting for cash is." Kyle turned to make an apologetic shrug at the couple and then ducked around them to catch up with Jubilee, who'd already ducked her way past two other groups. "I dunno, it's icky. Did it once, not a fan. Also, okay, you're right, the beaker drinks are kind of bougie."
“Dude, you have weird hang-ups.”
Jubilee slipped into one of the high chairs around a small circular table just as another group left. She smiled in a friendly way at the group who’d been about to take it over and placed her drink down firmly without even a hint of shame.
Sometimes you had to be the arsehole to get a seat in these places.
“They want money, you want money and you get to hit people to win it. It’s no different than doing it in front of cameras for some dickweed in bumfuck America to watch and get his rocks off at. The only difference is the Dudes organizing it are all criminals or kids who think they’re criminals.”
"Oh man, I think you were in China when I got caught up in the fight thing," Kyle said, face screwed up trying to remember. "Maybe. I did the fight club thing and got my face kicked in by Toad. It's not a weird hang-up. Also, you know, I don't wanna give criminals money." He paused. "I mean except you guys, you're like, spy criminals, totally different jam."
“Think I was,” Jubilee agreed after a moment of thought. “And fair enough. You know that’s just splitting hairs though, right? Pretty sure even if it wasn’t a bad guy we wouldn’t think too hard about it if it meant getting to where we need to be.”
"Yeah, no it's all good, it's just not for me, not like, as a hobby." Kyle shrugged and played with the straw in his beaker of drink. "It's one thing if it's all X-team stuff, it's another for funsies."
“No shade, Dude. I hear ya.” Jubilee took another drink and pushed it back. “Anyway, like, you read the mission report on our weird-ass alternate universe trip?”
"Oh, oh, this is like, that convo and that's why you're buying me alcohols." Kyle laughed. "Yeah, I read it. Didn't read any deets. Oh man, was I evil? Was I really really evil? Did I at least look cool and badass?"
“I so need more alcohol for this,” Jubilee downed her drink quickly and held up her hand to Kyle while she let the burn settle. “So like, firstly, if you get weird on me, I know where you sleep but like, we were totally involved in the other realm. Like, soulmates like involved.”
Kyle slugged back his drink. "Right, don't make this weird, she says, and then she uses the word soulmates." He looked at Jubilee over the rim of the beaker. "Look like, before I ask you this, please remember that I dated Doreen and so I know a lot more about fanfic than I ever wanted, is this like, the kind of soulmates where you have like writing on your body or weird tattoos, or is this just a euphemism for totally in gross amounts of true love."
“This is like me hiring a guild assassin to kill the guy who did for you kind of true love,” Jubilee admitted with a wry smile. “And I wasn’t exactly checking for tattoos. I was kinda busy being an emotional and physical wreck. The sex must have been awesome though, I usually don’t get the feels involved unless it’s really memorable.”
"That... does not surprise me but is like, mostly backward from my experience?" Kyle said and wished for a second drink because if he'd known this was going to be a 'don't make it weird' conversation, he'd have ordered a lot more alcohol. "So, we were a thing and enough of a thing that you were gonna pay for murder. I mean. That is pretty fucked up. The murder part, not the gross true love part. Also the gross true love part, okay. I mean. I mean I need at least three more drinks to process this, but, how. How would that relationship even work? I mean we're bros, but.. there's like, a reason I don't ask you guys what you do." He leaned in, to faux-whisper. "It's because some of you will tell me."
“All I’m saying is if you weren’t such a Bro, I’d be totally getting in your pants to test my theory, is all,” Jubilee noted, wiggling her eyebrows enthusiastically. She didn’t mention that she was one of the people who would tell him, at least the non-redacted parts anyway. “And, like, we were still teenagers, so it was before all the other stuff. You were like, my reason for becoming a super spy. It was so weird.”
"Ah... no." Kyle shook his head. "I mean not that I don't sleep with friends but, first, Terry, second, you're already a super spy and I don't wanna get made dead so you can change careers." He caught the eye of a roving waiter, put in a drink order, and then pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Man if I'd known they had a table service app I'd be two more drinks in. So who made not me dead? Because is it like someone I gotta worry about remembering killing me? Oh. Oh shit, was it Topaz?"
"Like, dude, I would never poach, even if you were into all this badassness. So like, calm your tits and it was some guy from the other side, none of our peeps." Jubilee poked at his phone and held up several fingers. "You better be ordering me some too, or I'm gonna use my super spy five-finger death punch on your phone in revenge."
"What guy from the other side? I mean a real person, or like some psionic nightmare person that doesn't exist?" Kyle said and then shook his phone at Jubilee in faux-outrage. "Dude, please of course I ordered you drinks. What kind of shitty friend would I be if I didn't order you drinks after you traumatized me. They have weird hipster drinks. I ordered you a hibiscus champagne cocktail."
“Dude, just like, some random bad guy. I mean, probably real cause it used us as its fuel or whatever but not someone I know out here.”
Jubilee grinned and sat back, happy that more alcohol was coming. Bougie or not, this place wasn’t half bad as a meeting spot.
“So, is that a Clarice special?”
"What, the drink or my phone case? The drink's just whatever hipster shit they have." Kyle grinned and showed Jubilee the back of the phone case. "This thing is hella Clarice. I mean, it's not flying peniscopters, but I think pride taco cats is a pretty strong showing."
"Anyway, to more important topics," Jubilee said with the tone of someone changing the topic to more happy things, not that pride taco cats weren't happy, of course. "You and Terry, hey? When did that happen?"
"Like. Two years ago?" Kyle answered. "I mean we did long distance while she was doing her thing, but like, it's not like I've been hiding it."
"Huh, I like, totally didn't clock that at all," Jubilee noted with a surprised look. It wasn't that she was normally unobservant, she wouldn't be a spy if she was, but she had to admit that she hadn't been keeping up with her friends as much as would be normal in someone who actually wanted to keep ties with people. "Well, congrats? Like, are you happy, in general, ya know? We don't hang as much these days."
"I wasn't like advertising it much either," Kyle said. "But man, you should see my frequent flier miles. Holy shit, it's so many. Yeah, pretty happy. Busy. I.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yo, I finished my master's and went back to teaching. Just, like, part-time right now, doing some sub hours at Bayville."
"So what I hear you saying is that I can totes steal your identity and use your miles to fly to Russia next time I gotta travel," Jubilee replied with a grin, taking a large sip of her drink and making a happy noise in the back of her throat. "That's awesome though, like, both things are awesome. Are you enjoying the teaching?"
"Sure you know what, if you can pass as a white dude a whole entire foot taller than you, you're welcome to 'em." Kyle grinned. "I mean I love teaching. I don't love temping at it, but man I love the work."
“No, see, like I know this guy named Kevin.” Jubilee quipped with a shit-eating grin. “Pretty sure he’d do me a solid if I promised him some kind of weird sexual favors for it.”
"Nope. Just for you. No cheating with the weird drunk shapeshifters."
