captain_jtkirk | .021 - freedom, she tastes sweet

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.021 - freedom, she tastes sweet

[Kirk's mutiny punishment is finally expired. So there is--somewhat childishly--a mop in front of Angel's door.

Now, to real business.]

[Private to Shego]

Why don't we play an actual game of getting to know each other? You ask me a question, I'll answer it. I ask you a question, you answer it. No lying. No passing on questions.

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"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?"

Edited 2009-09-12 03:38 (UTC)

"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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