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She picked out her most dull colored knickers, a black pair with lace, and walked back out. "I don't know how to wear these as a mask," she said, thrusting them out to him without looking.
He would take them, his eyes alight with joy that she was handing them to him! He grinned broad, jokingly waving her off while sticking the underwear in his pocket. "Nevermind about the dare. Nevermind, I'll just have these."
He chuckled, pulling them back out of his pocket so as to dispel the joke. Gripping the sides, he would push it on over her face (like so) before laughing at the site.
"Chicago, born and raised. Haha- alright, go grab your snack hahaha..."
Her cheeks could still be seen, flushed, as she walked out. He had covered her hair, so there was no way for her to escape.
Taking a deep breath, she walked as fast as she could to the vending machine and picked a random candy bar - she didn't even look to see what it was - and waited impatiently for it to fall.
When it did, she hurried back to the room, throwing the candy at him and removing the underwear as fast as she could.
Several students stopped and stared! They looked to Ken for direction, but the large male just shrugged, pretending to have no idea what was going on! One called out "Uh, they go on the bottom girl!" before they disappeared back into the room!
She threw the underwear away from her like a snake, looking more than a bit disturbed. She hoped - in vain - that nobody would be able to recognize her.
He would pick up her underwear and laugh. He bit his lip and, perhaps, did something she would either think was weird or charming. Maybe a bit of both.
He pulled the underwear onto his head in the same way she did, opening the door and stepping out into the hall.
"Go on! Move along! Nothing to see here!"
Kids laughed, clearly getting they were making a joke.
"Nice head gear BK." one kid said, pointing.
"Yeah, I got them from your momma. Move along."
Several "OHHHHH's" were heard before Ken stepped back inside, chuckling as he took them off, walking over to her and gently throwing tossing them onto her face.
"Not so bad. Truth- you ever been in a real fight? If so, what happened?"
She smiled softly as he stuck his head out the door, making more of a fool of himself than she had. She even laughed at his bad "yo momma" joke, and was shaking her head as he walked back in.
Taking another swig, still smiling, she asked, "What constitutes a real fight?"
She shook her head. "No. No fights outside of training."
She smiled, knowing she was innocent compared to people like him and probably Taner... and probably everyone else at Paradigm.
"I don't really fight. I'm pretty good when it comes to hand to hand, and my chains can be vicious, but I'd probably be useless if somebody weighed more than me." Not like that would be hard. "Or had a weapon."
She shrugged, giving a roll of her shoulders. Talking about then always made her aware of the chains just beneath her skin. "Right now, ten feet before I start swaying. I need to strengthen everything and they'll probably get longer."
She chuckled, feeling the alcohol running through her blood as she padded over to her seat and plopped down on the couch, casually tossing her arm over the arm of the sofa.
The little New Yorker leaned back and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. She really wasn't good at dares, but she wanted to try to do something that might embarrass him. She snapped her fingers with a smile.
Ken genuinely felt he had nothing to apologize for. He would address it directly.
"He's the one who called me an asshole. And that was before he even knew my name. He should be saying sorry to me for jumping to conclusions, not the other way around."
She shrugged innocently, looking at him with wide blue eyes. "I mean, you don't have to. You can always say no."
Her smile was open and playful, but she didn't argue with him. If he was going to apologize, he needed to do it, not quote whatever it was she would tell him.
"Alright. I'll say sorry and just walk away, so perhaps he doesn't know what I'm talking about. And for the record, It won't mean diddly squat because I'm not sorry. If you're cool with that I'll do it."
Evie shrugged, watching his face deepen in a scowl. She wanted him to mean it, but hey. Apologizing at all was a start. Maybe she could convince him to actually be sorry later on... when they hadn't both been drinking.
"That's fine," for now. "I'll answer another question. Truth."
"Honestly, I don't know," she admitted with a drunken chuckle. "I don't know what you did to upset him, or really what he did to upset you. But I dont care. We need to all be on the same page."
She smiled, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She didn't seem to be completely aware of what she was saying. "We're the good guys, here, and fighting amongst ourselves is just a point to the bad guys."
Ken would feel far more vindicated at that. He would groan and sidle down on the couch, laying down with the back of his head on her thigh, his legs hanging over the other side. He wasn't drunk, just buzzing heavy. He took the bottle and took a swig, thankfully avoiding spilling.
"I'll...say what I saw. I...walked in, saw a room I wanted and didn't hear you claim it. I went for it, then thought it would be awkward with your room open to the world so I thought to be stupid with a joke and clean it. You told me to get out and I did....I went to put my stuff away with the plan of coming back to apologize to you and he said I'm a peach, which was what he said but sounded a lot more like "Look at that asshole." I told him to eat a dick for it, he said I'm covering for being an asshole and it went from there."
He would have been gesturing.
"I fully intended to-hic-apologize to you, as I did the next day. The guy shouldn't just jump on a stereotype and slam someone for something without the full story. But uh...let me be clear. If we're in the field together, I'll cover his back like he's my brother. Because I don't air my laundry to the world and....uh...that's what I signed up for. Protecting people here or something."
She let him lie down with his head in her lap and thin fingers began to run through his hair, a careful motion as to not disturb his alcohol fueled speech. In all honesty, she could remember what happened, but she didn't think it mattered much.
Maybe he just needed to talk about it?
"I think he was trying to protect me, in a way? He seemed really bristle-y when you stood behind me."
He was feeling incredibly relaxed with the fingers in his hair so he took another swig.
"It's not like I hate the guy. I mean, if he would have let me kick his ass it would have been all good. Problem solved. And if by chance he got the win, I'd have to take my lumps like a man and move on."
One of the few things his dad taught him that stuck.
She cocked a brow, trying to figure out the meaning behind what he said. Her head was swimming and she felt rather content to be sitting there, playing with his hair and trying to keep up with whatever this game was.
"I don't remember," she said, laughing. She gave a shrug of her shoulders and tilted her head to one side, orange hair tumbling into his face. "I don't honestly know how much longer I can keep up with this game."