captain_jtkirk | .021 - freedom, she tastes sweet

This game seems to be based on the incorrect assumption that I care about your dumb life.

It's going to be really awkward if we just sit there in silence then.

...what.

We're going on an adventure to the pub. We can sit and stare at each other but that really doesn't sound fun to me.

I'd seriously rather stare at ceiling cracks than at you, Jimmy.

...there is no way I can get out of this, is there?

No, not really.

You might as well just accept that you might have fun today. It'll make life easier for both of us.

Nothing that involves your company is ever going to be fun.

Whatever. Where do I meet you?

You weren't saying that last week.

I'll come get you. Do you need an hour to make yourself look pretty?

1) Shut up about last week already.

2) No. And even if I did, I would not go to the effort for your benefit.

1) I was talking about our sparring match,sweetie. Since I figure that you only love fighting and winning and when they come together, it's like an explosion of happy.

2) Oh good. I hate girls who are high maintenance. I'll be at your room in ten minutes then.

[And eight minutes later finds Shego leaning against the door outside her room, arms crossed, drumming her fingers impatiently on the crook of her elbow. 'Explosion of happy'. Please. The only explosion of happiness Jimmy's going to cause her is by dying a lingering death.]

[Jim shows up something like five minutes later, sauntering down the hallway slowly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.]

"Waiting impatiently for me? You really are the cutest Inmate in the whole world."

[Shego scowls, fires up an energy bolt and slings it in his direction, intended to brush past his hair or clip his ear rather than hit him in the face. She pushes off the wall and stalks towards him.]

Would you believe I have better things to do with my time? Let's just get this done already.

[Kirk flinches, fixing her with a scowl.]

"Better things like what? Talking to Bones about me? Yeah, I can see how that would really take up a lot of your time, sweetie."

[He doesn't know the details about that conversation, just that she and Bones talked and he'd never admit it, but he really, really wants to know what they said about him. Especially Bones since he's the one with all the insider information.]

"You might as well accept that we're stuck together. It'll be easier on your blood pressure in the end."

[She cooks up another bolt and glares right back.] Oh, I am so accepting, Jimmy. As for you, you better accept that if you call me 'sweetie' one more time, the next one goes somewhere a lot more sensitive. I have a name. Use it.

[Then she shakes out her hand, relenting for the time being.] And as much as I would love to indulge your ego, we didn't meet up just to gossip about you.

[Jim eyes that hand for a few moments, arching an entirely unamused eyebrow at her.]

"I don't remember ever meeting anyone that goes by the name Jimmy, sweetie."

[It's only fair, if she gets to used a hated childhood nickname that he gets to call her sweetie.]

"Unless you got Bones laid, and then you can call me whatever you want."

I figured you'd be more upset than that if I got him to cheat on you. Jimmy. [Whatever. If he truly hates it - and apparently he does - it's worth the frustration of being sweetie every time he insists on talking to her. She quickens her pace a little.]

Why are you bothering with dragging me along on this adventure, again?

"We're not actually together, sweetie. Or else you probably would've been attacked by needles."

[He leaves it at that because she's a smart girl and can put it together herself. Out of the two of them, Bones is way more likely to become psychotically jealous than Kirk is.

He follows her down the hall, matching her pace easily.]

"Because I'm in a good mood today and I thought you could share in some of the joy."

Yeah, I think we're having a little bit of a communication problem here. My definition of joy? Does not involve me spending time with you. Opportunities to kick your butt excepted.

[She emerges onto the deck level, then stops, letting him overtake her since she's got no idea where to go from here.] What've you got to be so happy about?

"Depending on how drunk I am later, we can go to the gym too."

[It's not like he doesn't have practice fighting while drunk. But he does tend to get harsher with his blows and he doesn't really want to be accused of beating his Inmate too.]

"My debt to the Barge is paid off as of today. I never have to touch a mop again."

"A mop?" [She just blinks at him for a second.] "Ohhh, you mean you got given janitorial duty for your little joyride thing? Cute. Nice to know I got assigned to someone so responsible."

"By all means, if you'd rather have a boring, completely unexciting Warden who has nothing better to do then keep you in line and talk about everything that you've done wrong, I'll find one to switch you to."

[He smirks at her over his shoulder, sauntering off to the pub without making sure that she's following him because he's pretty damn sure that she will.]

[She'd like to tell him that that would be just great, thanks, but she can't because it wouldn't be - and irritatingly, they both know it. Just like they both know that this faintly elementary-school-ish 'getting to know you' game could maybe be delayed but not actually prevented. Shego glares daggers at his back and slouches after him into the pub.]

"How nice of you to join the party."

[He's still smirking at her, if somehow even more smug now because his bet paid off and winning always makes him smug and insufferable.]

"I'll even be nice and make your favorite drink. So what is it?"

[Shego finds a barstool and sits down heavily, letting even the smallest movements communicate her unwillingness to be here and do this, whatever this ends up being.]

Just pour me a soda, Jimmy. I never drank back home and I'm not gonna start here.

[Kirk turns sharply to look at her, the smirk dropped in two seconds flat in favor of narrowing his eyes at her, like he think that she's insane.]

"Sweetie, maybe you haven't been here long enough. This place drives you to drinking."

[He studies her for another moment.]

"You really never drank?"

"Nooo." She starts counting on her fingers. "Never drank, never did drugs, never..."

She trails off. Yeah, that sentence isn't going to end how it had formed in her head. "Whatever. Didn't see the point, didn't need the extra calories, needed to be sober to work. Are these counting as my questions, now?"

"... don't take this the wrong way but you are the most wholesome supervillain that I've ever heard of."

[Jim still pours a soda for her, making sure it's a diet one because of her remark about the extra calories. He gets a coke for himself too, adding a shot of rum to it.]

"Yeah, sure. Now I know that you are a 'good' girl at heart."

"Puh-lease. Not wanting or needing to fill my body with poison makes me wholesome? Maybe I just feel a need to stay on top of my game."

She finds a straw and shoves it in her glass with a slightly violent jab. "So, I guess it's my turn. Did your mommy not love you enough, or too much in a sick and wrong kinda way?"

"Kinda implies that you don't know how to relax at all."

[He sips at his drink, rolling his eyes slightly.] "More the first. She was always off-planet when I was kid, left me with my stepdad a lot. We don't really keep in touch."

"Just because I don't relax with chemical intoxicants doesn't mean I don't relax at all, Jimmy."

But in response to his answer, Shego just nods. Not exactly the reply she was looking for, but it does reveal a vista of possible sore spots to jab at later if she feels the need to.

"Your turn. Let's get this over with," she says, like she's discussing a band-aid that needs to be torn off quickly.

"What do you do to relax then, sweetie?"

[Jim leans against the bar, fiddling with his drink, trying to make it last. It tastes better then anything he's had in a while. Probably because he didn't have to steal it from Bones.]

"That's it. That's my question."

"Back home, I had vacation time. Went somewhere hot, sat by the pool, got a massage, had a couple spa treatments. Y'know, chick stuff. You wouldn't like it." She takes a sip of soda. "Why'd you enroll in Starfleet Academy when it was obviously more fun to pick fights and break stuff?"

"You are such a girly girl."

[He eyes her for a moment, sipping at his drink.]

"I got dared to do it. Ironically enough right after a bar fight."

That's one of the more redundant insults/comments she's ever heard. "Does that matter? I could wear a pink frilly apron still beat you with both hands tied behind my back."

She just stares right back at him when he answers her question. "That is the dumbest reason to embark on a career path that I have ever heard."

"I let you win."

[Kirk gives her a smug little look.

But she's right. It was a pretty stupid reason to hop on a shuttle and enlist in Starfleet, especially since he hated the organization so much.]

"It worked out pretty well. Besides, any chance to leave Iowa is one well worth taking."

He just gets a glare for that, because really? If he was pulling his punches, then that's worse than it would have been if he'd beat her legitimately. Losing a fight is annoying, but it's a reason to improve; being given a fight is an insult.

She stirs her drink idly with the straw. "Iowa? Well, now it all makes sense." It's the truth. Even on her world, the entire state is a dump. Shego sips her drink and waits for Kirk's next question, not stupid enough to hope that he's given up.

Jim laughs softly under his breath because yeah, Iowas sucks and there's nothing good about it and you'd have to drag him there kicking and screaming to ever make him go back.

"You still haven't told me anything about your mother."

"No, I have not. And that's not a question, Jimmy - if we have to play this game, at least follow your own rules."

"You're picking on my syntax now? Have you ever had a decent conversation with anyone?" He sighs. Dramatically with eye rolling and everything. "What was your mother like?"

Shego gives him a bit of an eye-roll of her own. "She was nice and boring, okay? Taught high school, had a stable relationship with Dad, loved her kids, blah blah blah. There is nothing of interest for you there, Jimmy. I'm not all messed up with attachment issues."

"Then what can you tell me that would interest me?"

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"Bzzzt. Sorry, you wasted your question, better luck next time." She sips her drink. "Why'd you join up here? The doc said you're some hotshot space captain or whatever."

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You are going to get smacked with that mop the next time Angel sees you.

He's just returning your belongings, Angel c: