Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2019 13:41:29 GMT -6
A sigh leaves Brenna Gordon's lips as she leans back against the wood of the corner booth she has managed to commandeer for herself in one of the many nameless--at least, to her--bars that surround the Cow Palace in Daly City. She's still riding the high of showing Melody Malone that her disrespect has consequences, though it's entirely possible that warm feeling is wholly from the bourbon she's been slowly sipping at as she watches the goings-on from her place well outside of the flow of people. Admittedly, though, she's starting to grow bored of the vibe of this particular place. Maybe it's the pop music, or maybe it's how all she can see is frat boys and hipsters. She'll finish this brandy and then move on, she thinks... though that train of thought is interrupted by the sight of a man that earns a low, displeased groan.
Of all the places for that delusional bastard to show up...
The target of this reaction approaches the corner booth, a smirk on his face as Aeon Khronos stands next to Brenna. "I thought I'd find you here in such good spirits. How's it feel to make such a strong statement?" He motions to the booth, silently requesting to take a seat.
"It was great...and then you showed up." Her contempt for him is clear in her tone just the same as her wordless refusal to budge is a clear answer to that request; no. A good-sized swig of her drink is barely enough to drown the urge to just punch him in the throat. "Don't you have someone else to annoy? Maybe you should talk to Gabi Vee. She seems gullible enough to fall for your schtick."
Aeon just chuckles at this, though the tone is clearly a bit more nervous than he would like to admit. "Gabrielle seems nice enough, but I think you're misunderstanding my intentions...what I offer isn't just for anyone I happen to come across."
"Don't I just feel so special." Sarcasm drips from her every word as she rolls her eyes, she who is Born of Myth wonders if he'd go away if she just... looks away, ignores him for long enough. If only I could be so lucky. A scoff. "But really, can't you take a hint? I'm not interested."
"Perhaps a more down to earth proposal might be of interest? Perhaps something with less intense ramifications than traversing through time and space would be more suitable." Aeon's smirk widens to a full-fledged grin as he holds a hand up. "Hold that thought for a moment." Aeon quickly leaves, headed toward the bar to speak with the bartender. We see him point at Brenna in the course of the conversation, and just a moment later he returns with two glasses of libations, one of which he offers to Brenna.
"How about n--" And then he walks off before she can turn him down flat, though at least he has the sense to return with alcohol. Begrudgingly, she scoots over to give him room to sit, finishing off the drink she had been nursing before taking the one he offers to her. Brenna sighs. "...you do realize that bribing me with a drink only works once, right?"
"Once is good enough for what I'm about to offer." Aeon chuckles, raising his glass before taking a swig. "So, we have quite a bit to discuss...but I thought I'd offer something of significance to you, something that would help in the other life we live. Not that I think you need help, persay...but I am always willing to offer a hand if needed. After all, you and I are both on track to make quite the name for ourselves...what with your statement at Uprising, and my securing a shot at--"
"No." She doesn't even need to humor the rest of his pitch. In truth, the only reason she didn't cut him off sooner is the sip of that bourbon that she took upon responding to his silent toast. Brenna shakes her head. "I'm not interested in becoming one of the things I hate, thanks. Now, do you have anything else you want to waste my time with, or do I get to enjoy the rest of my drink in peace?"
Aeon takes another swig of his drink, raising an eyebrow. "Well now you've piqued my curiosity, Miss Gordon. I'd like to know what it is you hate, and perhaps we can come up with a better idea...perhaps based on something you love, instead."
"What I hate..." There's a pause; those too-large eyes flicker to the amber depths of her drink as she swirls the glass idly, seemingly considering the subject. "I hate empty-headed bimbos that think that showing their ass makes them qualify as being worthy of a contract. I hate spoiled little rich boys that think they can buy their way into opportunities, and that cheat when their money can't help them. I hate smug, self-important little frauds that think they can call themselves sirens just because it sounds cool."
Another swig of her drink... though really, it's almost a chug that takes down most of what's left. "And above all else, I hate when I tell a man no... and instead of leaving me alone, he comes back around and acts like he didn't hurt me the last time I made the mistake of being in the same space as him."
That last sentence surprises Aeon, leaving him to simply take one more swig of his drink. The usually verbose Master of Time is at a loss for words, and the silence more than speaks for itself. All his eloquence is left shattered right there in the corner booth, leaving him to utter just four words. "I can do better."
"Sure, you can. The question is if you will." Finishing off her drink, Brenna places the glass on the tabletop before she scoots herself the long way around, exiting the booth. With as much alcohol as she's just taken in, she knows she has to get herself home, and fast. The last thing she needs is to make the mistake of going home with someone. She doesn't even bother trying to smile as she offers up her parting words, something cracking in those dark eyes that he can't quite figure out the meaning of... and she doesn't stick around long enough to let him puzzle it out. "Thanks for the drink."
Brenna's quick exit leaves the Time Wizard to ponder what he can offer someone who wants nothing from him. Eventually he just nods to himself, feeling just a little more confident again with one last swig of his drink. "I can be better."
Of all the places for that delusional bastard to show up...
The target of this reaction approaches the corner booth, a smirk on his face as Aeon Khronos stands next to Brenna. "I thought I'd find you here in such good spirits. How's it feel to make such a strong statement?" He motions to the booth, silently requesting to take a seat.
"It was great...and then you showed up." Her contempt for him is clear in her tone just the same as her wordless refusal to budge is a clear answer to that request; no. A good-sized swig of her drink is barely enough to drown the urge to just punch him in the throat. "Don't you have someone else to annoy? Maybe you should talk to Gabi Vee. She seems gullible enough to fall for your schtick."
Aeon just chuckles at this, though the tone is clearly a bit more nervous than he would like to admit. "Gabrielle seems nice enough, but I think you're misunderstanding my intentions...what I offer isn't just for anyone I happen to come across."
"Don't I just feel so special." Sarcasm drips from her every word as she rolls her eyes, she who is Born of Myth wonders if he'd go away if she just... looks away, ignores him for long enough. If only I could be so lucky. A scoff. "But really, can't you take a hint? I'm not interested."
"Perhaps a more down to earth proposal might be of interest? Perhaps something with less intense ramifications than traversing through time and space would be more suitable." Aeon's smirk widens to a full-fledged grin as he holds a hand up. "Hold that thought for a moment." Aeon quickly leaves, headed toward the bar to speak with the bartender. We see him point at Brenna in the course of the conversation, and just a moment later he returns with two glasses of libations, one of which he offers to Brenna.
"How about n--" And then he walks off before she can turn him down flat, though at least he has the sense to return with alcohol. Begrudgingly, she scoots over to give him room to sit, finishing off the drink she had been nursing before taking the one he offers to her. Brenna sighs. "...you do realize that bribing me with a drink only works once, right?"
"Once is good enough for what I'm about to offer." Aeon chuckles, raising his glass before taking a swig. "So, we have quite a bit to discuss...but I thought I'd offer something of significance to you, something that would help in the other life we live. Not that I think you need help, persay...but I am always willing to offer a hand if needed. After all, you and I are both on track to make quite the name for ourselves...what with your statement at Uprising, and my securing a shot at--"
"No." She doesn't even need to humor the rest of his pitch. In truth, the only reason she didn't cut him off sooner is the sip of that bourbon that she took upon responding to his silent toast. Brenna shakes her head. "I'm not interested in becoming one of the things I hate, thanks. Now, do you have anything else you want to waste my time with, or do I get to enjoy the rest of my drink in peace?"
Aeon takes another swig of his drink, raising an eyebrow. "Well now you've piqued my curiosity, Miss Gordon. I'd like to know what it is you hate, and perhaps we can come up with a better idea...perhaps based on something you love, instead."
"What I hate..." There's a pause; those too-large eyes flicker to the amber depths of her drink as she swirls the glass idly, seemingly considering the subject. "I hate empty-headed bimbos that think that showing their ass makes them qualify as being worthy of a contract. I hate spoiled little rich boys that think they can buy their way into opportunities, and that cheat when their money can't help them. I hate smug, self-important little frauds that think they can call themselves sirens just because it sounds cool."
Another swig of her drink... though really, it's almost a chug that takes down most of what's left. "And above all else, I hate when I tell a man no... and instead of leaving me alone, he comes back around and acts like he didn't hurt me the last time I made the mistake of being in the same space as him."
That last sentence surprises Aeon, leaving him to simply take one more swig of his drink. The usually verbose Master of Time is at a loss for words, and the silence more than speaks for itself. All his eloquence is left shattered right there in the corner booth, leaving him to utter just four words. "I can do better."
"Sure, you can. The question is if you will." Finishing off her drink, Brenna places the glass on the tabletop before she scoots herself the long way around, exiting the booth. With as much alcohol as she's just taken in, she knows she has to get herself home, and fast. The last thing she needs is to make the mistake of going home with someone. She doesn't even bother trying to smile as she offers up her parting words, something cracking in those dark eyes that he can't quite figure out the meaning of... and she doesn't stick around long enough to let him puzzle it out. "Thanks for the drink."
Brenna's quick exit leaves the Time Wizard to ponder what he can offer someone who wants nothing from him. Eventually he just nods to himself, feeling just a little more confident again with one last swig of his drink. "I can be better."