These Curly Fries (Anna/Monica)

[Cassandra Lewis]

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❝

it's my life it's now or never

I ain't gonna live forever

[attr="class","les"] C assandra had decided that it was about time to go to a pub.  She didn't usually drink except for a cocktail or two, but Last Braincell had some really good food and she was craving something deep fried.  She also...really didn't want to cook for herself tonight.  Plus the pub had decent sized portions.  So she'd come here for a good meal and a drink or two.  It wasn't like the bus ride home was going to be an issue considering she was Aegis and everyone knew she could kick their asses powers or no powers.   Cassandra stepped in the door and looked around.  She sat down at one of the empty tables and ordered food when she could get the attention of the waitress.  Curly fries was a special of theirs, and she got a caesar salad as well to balance out the deep fried goodness a bit.  And a glass of water to start with.  She smiled and took in the surroundings.  She did have a feeling no-one else could see that frat boy hanging out in the corner but it was pretty hard to tell the dead from the living a lot of the time.  She looked at him and shook her head.  So young too.  If she was right, he'd died right in the prime of his life.   Damn it was difficult for Cassandra to not think negatively and of the macabre.  Sometimes her gift was a curse.

[attr="class","goodness"] ✉ Monica Stane ✉ @tagtwo ✎ 0000 words

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[Monica Stane]

She'd always loved bars. There were plenty of drinks to be had, and plenty of people to either hook up with or pick a fight with. All three were among her favorite things to pass the time with - or at least they made the time pass the fastest. Of course she was more likely to punch someone here than kiss them. They were all college aged. She had children that age. Nope. She wasn't going to go there. She had some principles left after all. She walked into the pub, carrying herself as if she didn't give two shits what anyone thought of her and honestly it was true. She could feel eyes on her immediately and could think of all the offensive and sexist, misogynistic thoughts that were swirling in the heads of several of the pub's patrons. Oh yes, she really wanted to pick a fight with them. She grabbed a beer from the bartender, taking the bottle opener and opening it herself before casually tossing it back to him. She also noticed a woman, around her age she guessed, sitting at a table alone. She walked over and plopped down in the seat opposite of her. "Not many people come to a bar alone," she said with a raised eyebrow, "And order water." She nodded toward the woman's drink, the smile on her face saying she was simply making an observation, no judgement. "I'm Monica, by the way," she added before taking a gulp of the beer and swallowing it.

... why did love put a gun in my hand? In my bed, in my head, in my hand. was it for redemption? was it for revenge? ... valkyrie Cassandra Lewis outfit 253 words Sorry it's so short. ;-;

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[Cassandra Lewis]

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❝

it's my life it's now or never

I ain't gonna live forever

[attr="class","les"] C assandra watched carefully as she saw a brunette get a beer, open it and toss the bottle opener back to the bartender.  A careless sort of abandon Cassandra couldn't help but note.  And perhaps envy.  Then she watched that same brunette sit down in the seat across from her.  Alright well that saved her the time of trying to get to know the one person around her own age in this bar she supposed.  She heard the woman's words and chuckled.  She shrugged.  She did note there was no judgment in it, just an observation.  "I can handle myself.  I doubt anyone would mess with me."  At least not anyone who'd seen the Aegis posters with her face on them.  She had a public identity.  "And I will probably order some kind of alcohol, but I don't necessarily want to wash deep fried food with anything other than water.  I feel like that would be tempting fate for my stomach."  She grinned.  She figured honesty was the best policy.  If the woman shied away from that then the conversation wasn't meant to be anyways. The introduction. "Pleasure.  I'm Cassandra."  She nodded at the beer in her hand. "How're their brews?  I've usually gone with their cocktails.  Never tried their beers.  They any good or they taste like piss?"  Cassandra smirked with a chuckle.

[attr="class","goodness"] ✉ Monica Stane ✉ @tagtwo ✎ 0000 words

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[Monica Stane]

She'd thought the woman looked familiar but it wasn't until she was sitting across from her, watching and listening to her, that she realized she was familiar because she was with Aegis. She couldn't help wondering if this meeting would go better than her last one with one of Aegis' heroes - Though she was certain Tim had already healed from that encounter. "Oh you never know," she replied, "People get stupid when they're drunk." She wouldn't have put it past a drunk frat boy to want to arm wrestle a woman from Aegis and then pick a fight once he lost. To be fair, though, she wouldn't have put that past a sober frat boy either. She chuckled and matched the woman's grin when she talked about tempting fate. It felt like all Monica ever did was tempt fate. Perhaps one day it was bound to bite her in the ass, maybe even kill her, but she was determined to raise as much hell on those who deserved it as she could. "I think tempting fate is my favorite hobby," she replied, a joking tone but her eyes made it clear she was being just as honest. She didn't see any point in lying about what she saw as a harmless topic. She preferred to save her lies for when they mattered, when they meant something. Monica glanced at her beer, swirling the bottle fainting and thus swirling the drink inside. "I've had worse," she said with a light shrug, "But I've also had better." She grinned a bit cockily. "Pretty sure I could brew a better beer if I tried." She took another drink then nodded to Cassandra. "You're with Aegis, yes? Hopefully you get to eat and drink for free."

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[Cassandra Lewis]

[attr="class","life"]

❝

it's my life it's now or never

I ain't gonna live forever

[attr="class","les"] C assandra laughed when she heard the woman speak about how people were stupid when they were drunk.  That was so incredibly true. "Fair enough.  I'm pretty confident I could kick a frat boy's ass though."  She took a bite of her food and chewed and swallowed as she listened to the woman say that tempting fate was her favourite hobby. "Hobby?  Tempting fate is my job description.  I'm a public hero who can see ghosts."  She chuckled.  Cassandra was able to laugh at herself well enough.  She heard the opinion on the beer and rolled her eyes. "I guess that's what you get in a college pub I suppose.  Unless you secretly own a still and you're just flexing which more power to you if that's the case."  She shrugged.  "Yeah I'm with Aegis.  Naw, they don't pay for my food or drink.  I'm sure the Pillars probably get offers to cover their meals from establishment owners, but it's not as if I need to save the money so I don't bother trying to get the deals."  Her family might fucking hate her, but she still had their money.  That's really what mattered.  They wouldn't dare take it away after what she'd done for them.  "I bet Shade gets all sorts of offers, and takes them up on it everytime.  That girl could eat a rodeo if she tried, I swear."  She grinned and chuckled. "So what's your favourite way to tempt fate other than drinking terrible college beer?"

[attr="class","goodness"] ✉ Monica Stane ✉ @tagtwo ✎ 0000 words

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[Monica Stane]

She grinned at the thought of Cassandra kicking a frat boy's ass. "True," she replied with that grin still on her face, "Honestly a lot of the frat boys here probably need their asses kicked." She thought a lot of them were just spoiled rotten pricks who thought their shit didn't stink. In reality, they reeked the most. She wondered if tempting fate was technically part of her job description. Being Valkyrie wasn't her job because it didn't pay her bills but being an FBI agent certainly did. But the FBI had more rules and regulations she had to follow in order to not lose that job. She enjoyed being Valkyrie more. She arched an eyebrow at the mention of seeing ghosts. Aegis had a lot of members, including those with public identities, so it was hard to keep track of all of them. Seeing ghosts, she thought, was something that could easily drive a person insane. "Honestly if this beer tasted good," she said instead of commenting on the ghosts bit. She didn't want her to think she thought anything odd of her power because she didn't. "I'd think I just walked into the Twilight Zone." She lightly laughed, taking another gulp from her beer before setting it on the table. Monica was genuinely interested in what Cassandra had to say about Aegis. The only member of Aegis she knew somewhat well was Tim and even then, the two didn't talk much - when he wasn't sneaking up on her, that was. She chuckled with Cassandra at her mention of Shade, who she knew was a Pillar and guessed based off her codename had something to do with darkness or shadows. She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully when asked what she did to tempt fate. She couldn't say the truth. She couldn't say hunting criminals down and having them look point blank down the barrel of her guns. There was some truth she could say though. "Russian roulette," she stated deadpan before a grin spread on her face, "Sometimes you bluff them without any bullets. Other times, you make them think you're bluffing when you've already put a bullet in the gun."

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[Cassandra Lewis]

[attr="class","life"]

❝

it's my life it's now or never

I ain't gonna live forever

[attr="class","les"] C assandra laughed when she heard the woman speak about how most of the frat boys could use their asses kicked. "True true.  Maybe we should just steal their wallets and call their mothers if they make trouble."  She grinned at the thought of siccing an angry mother on her frat boy son after a fight.  She heard the response to Aegis and her powers and Cassandra shrugged with a chuckle about the beer. "Yeah that's a pretty common response to my powers.  They run in my family so I guess it gives a measure of normalcy to what I can do.  For me anyways.  Others is another thing entirely.  Seeing dead people is usually something reserved for horror movies."  She heard the quip about Russian Roulette and was about to chuckle at what was probably a lie.  And then she heard the words 'you've already put a bullet in the gun'.  Her eyes clouded over in remembering, a shadow coming over her face.  She waved down the waitress. "Three whiskeys."  She knew they had it.  She'd seen it earlier.on the menu.  She ordered three in case her companion wanted one.  If she didn't...well Cassandra would drink all three.  When the drinks were delivered, Cassandra picked one up and downed it like bad medicine.  She then took a sip of one of the remaining. "If you want it, the other whiskey's yours.  Up to you.  And...I've met someone who died from Russian Roulette once.  Crazy bastard.  Gambler like I've never seen.  And she told me that dying was a disappointment because she couldn't play it anymore.  That at the moment she'd pressed the trigger and didn't die, she'd never felt more alive."  Cassandra took another sip. "Got a high off of it.  I steered clear of that part of town after that."  A slight smile on her face.  The whiskey had helped.

[attr="class","goodness"] ✉ Monica Stane ✉ @tagtwo ✎ 0000 words

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