First post-AU Visit

[feminine_menace]

[OOC: Any interactions on this EP that aren't with Cassidy are Millitimed to, well, before Cassidy. WRT Cassidy, here's some context.]

YT's at the Bar, drinking a Coke and eating fried paradoxes dipped in a sauce of her own invention while she reads Thrasher magazine. There's an interesting long-form article about chick thrashers, who are relatively few and far between (as YT knows from experience). A lot of it is about the unbelievable shit that people say to said thrasher chicks. Before this article, YT thought she'd heard it all. Now she realizes that there are levels of sexist douchbaggery that she has not yet plumbed.

"What the fuck? Really?" she says to herself as she re-reads a paragraph.

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[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy has been out on the porch with a few beers and a cigarette, watching the sun go down while carefully staying out of its direct rays. When all is done, he swings his feet off the porch railing and gets up, stretches, and heads inside for something to eat.

A grin spreads across his face when he sees YT at the bar. She's dressed a little different from the last time he saw her (is that a uniform?), but it's her. With her attention drawn by whatever she's reading, Cassidy stalks up behind her.

He lightly rests his hands on her hips and leans in to rasp near her ear, "Hey, luv, give us a kiss, eh?"

[feminine_menace]

He maybe be surprised when YT startles, forcibly pulls his hand off her, and meets him with a fierce glare. "Excuse you, motherfucker?" There is not a hint of recognition in her eyes at all.

At this point Cassidy may notice that she doesn't have the proliferation of ear piercings that she did before. Or that little nose stud. And there's no scar to indicate that she ever had those things.

[irish_vagabond]

"Whoa, hey, what the hell, lass!"

Her reaction throws him off, so maybe he isn't sharp enough to notice the lack of piercings, and maybe he isn't quick enough to step back far enough for her comfort.

[feminine_menace]

"You back off right now, creep. I'm armed."

This is an activation phrase for YT's self-defense gadgets - although it's not obvious from the outside.

[irish_vagabond]

He does take a step back, holding up his hands.

"Creep?" he sputters. "Wait, calm down, I think there's some kinda misunderstanding here!"

[feminine_menace]

"That what you call it?" YT takes the can of Liquid Knuckles off her belt and points the nozzle at him. "That's hilarious. Keep backing up."

She doesn't want him within grappling distance. He looks like the kind of guy who's glassed his fair share of people in bar brawls. Which would be intriguing, if he hadn't opened by being a total asshole with boundary issues.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy is thoroughly confused and not thinking straight and all he can come up with is:

"Is that mace? Are you serious?!"

[feminine_menace]

No, it's not mace, and yes, YT is serious. She demonstrates both by giving the dude a shot of Liquid Knuckles right in the nose.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy's head snaps back as if he'd been punched and he drops to the floor like a ton of bricks.

Okay, so that wasn't just plain old mace.

He lays there sprawled on his back, seemingly out cold. Unmoving. Corpse-like, even.

Then, after a few seconds, he lets out a pained groan.

"What the shite..."

[a1enzo]

Heavy boots pound on the floor, probably not doing Cassidy's head any favours, as Enzo rushes over. His icon displays SECURITY in bold letters.

"Hey! Want to tell me what's going on?! Hi, YT," he adds as an afterthought.

[feminine_menace]

"'Sup Enzo," YT says, although she's keeping her eyes - and also her bundy stunner - trained on the dude on the floor. Which is a good idea, since he seems to be shaking off the Liquid Knuckles pretty easily. "Rando Rapey McCreeperson the Third here came up behind me, put his hand on me, and told me to give him a kiss. By the way, you better stay down, asshole, unless you want to explore a vast and fascinating world of hurt."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy's head is pounding with pain, so yeah, he's definitely staying down. He cracks his eyes open (and still sees stars), aware that a third person has joined the party.

Is he...green?

"I am not a Rapey McCreeperson! Oww, fuck." He grimaces and clutches his face in his hand. Talking hurts. Whatever she sprayed him with was strong stuff, even for him.

[a1enzo]

He is green. He is also very large and deeply unamused.

To YT: "Did he, now." To Cassidy. "What are you, then?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal's sat at the end of the Bar, with a glass of German beer in one hand and a paperback copy of Kingdom of Fear in the other. He's waiting on his order of garlic bread when he hears the muttered words coming from the other patron.

The hive ganger-esque woman is not someone he's seen before, but then again, that's not unusual in the slightest. He's not too sure what a 'thrasher' is. Perhaps some sort of fighting style, or a strange Earth subculture?

Whatever it is, he leans over and asks, in the most non-threatening tone he can muster, "Everything alright?"

[feminine_menace]

"Huh? YT looks up, takes Sahaal in with an assessing gaze. "Fine. Just read something that's surprising in, like, its levels of macho stupid."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Admittedly, Sahaal's not familiar with most of the dialects that are spoken at Milliways, so he's not sure what the adjective she uses means. But, he can gather it's not good.

"Well, don't worry about it. There's idiots everywhere, just ignore them. It's not like they have anything constructive to say "

[feminine_menace]

"Yeah, well, I can't just stay in my house for the rest of my life, so just not dealing with idiots isn't an option."

Also she's a chick, which seems to bring out a lot of idiocy. The guy she's talking to probably puts people on their best behavior just by walking into the room.

(Note: YT's best behavior is not so great unless she tries real hard.)

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"I didn't say don't deal with them, just ignore when they aren't useful. And, besides, you come to Milliways. I'm sure you can take care of yourself if a situation comes to it."

Sahaal doesn't really have too many problems with idiots. Unfortunately, most of the people who give him trouble have common sense.

[feminine_menace]

"Fortunately I don't suffer shitheads gladly," YT says.

And yes, she can take care of herself pretty well.

"It pissss me off that other people have to deal with this shit, though."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal raises his bottle of beer in salute. "Same here."

He pauses, and looks at her goggle lens to eye. "What is this shit, anyway? It must be serious to have you complaining like this."

[feminine_menace]

"Somebody saying sexist shit to a thrasher chick. And, I mean, he's another thrasher. We get enough of this crap from suits, rednecks, and other assholes."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Well. There's a lot that Sahaal doesn't understand about those three sentences. Firstly, he's not sure what sexist means, not what a thrasher is. Neither does he have a clue what a suit or a redneck is, but he's almost certain that an asshole is the same thing as an arsehole.

"Alright. What's a thrasher, then? And what do you mean by sexist?"

[feminine_menace]

"Thrasher. Skate punk." If YT has to explain that to him, well, that's gonna be complicated. "And, you know, sexist. Like saying that women should only work in the kitchen and have babies or some shit."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal's still no closer to getting the term, but no matter. That's what the library is for. He's still a little confused about this sexist thing.

"Really? People say that? That's got to be one of the most idiotic concepts I've ever come across. I'm rather glad it doesn't exist back home."

That's not to say there aren't stupid concepts in the 42nd Millennium, they just don't discriminate against humans in that way.

[feminine_menace]

"Huh. Your people must be a hell of a lot more enlightened than mine." Pause. "'Course that's kind of a low bar."