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[ladybro]

Who: Kate Bishop + YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Yesterday evening.

Want to play a game? [ kate's surroundings are, quite evidently, a lush little corner of málum. the neon-y blue tinge of the bar's decor casts its colour over her features. there's a tall, impressively concocted cocktail at her elbow. ] I mean, I know I do. So here's how it goes: you tell me anywhere you'd rather be but here, with the caveat that it can't just be a home. I think it's safe to say that home is a very understandable answer, but it's also a little too achingly realistic for my purposes. So pick somewhere else. Pick Ibiza. Pick Iceland, if you want.

Well, unless Iceland is your home. Then please refer to rule numero uno. It also happens to be the game's only rule. [ short and sweet, that's our katerade.

and maybe about an hour (and maybe another drink) later: ] ...Does anyone wanna come dance with me?

[ swipe right, dear flooters. swipe right. ]

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[beathach]

I'd suggest throwing something at him, but I don't know how well that'd work.

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[ladybro]

Honestly? He'd probably catch it. Great hand-eye coordination is something we share.

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[beathach]

Alas. [there's a hint of a grin in his voice] Maybe you can trick him into it without it ending with him being insufferable about it.

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[ladybro]

Could be. Or I could just learn to eat humble pie. I mean -- he's great at what he does, honestly.

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[beathach]

I don't doubt it. But I know asking that sort of thing is easier said than done.

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[ladybro]

It shouldn't be, honestly. He's supposed to be -- sorta my mentor. [ but clint doesn't know she 'broke up' with him as his protege back home. ]

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[beathach]

He said you ride in his side-car.

[direct quote, right there]

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[ladybro]

He said what?!

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[ladybro]

What a bastard. He drives like a granny. He should be so lucky to be the one in my side-car.

[beathach]

[oh my god. He's trying very hard not to laugh]

Does he? He did say he was getting old, too.

That explains why he's insufferable, though.

[ladybro]

[ in fact, clint's a great driver. it just so happens that kate's better. so it goes. ]

Ancient. I'm surprised he's not yet going grey. [ coming back from the dead must do wonders for that sort of thing. ]

[beathach]

[he'd believe it. And he won't take sides either because Kate knows where he sleeps]

I hope we didn't just jinx it by bringing it up. [sorry, Clint]

[ladybro]

He can handle it. He's been doing this for a long time, now.

[ it's time to pass the torch, dude. ]

[beathach]

Well, if he's ancient . . .

How long is a long time?

[ladybro]

A couple decades? [ ... ] I never really asked. Seemed rude to.

[beathach]

Mm, a little bit. All teasing aside, though, that's pretty admirable.

[ladybro]

Oh, absolutely. And as a guy with no tech and no powers. [ ... ] Speaking as a fellow squishy normal, only doing this for a handful of years...

Yeah. Admirable.

[beathach]

That just makes it all the more impressive. When it comes to both of you.

[ladybro]

Impressive. Or foolhardy. Some days, it's hard to tell the difference.

[beathach]

I imagine the uh, powered folk feel the same way sometimes.

[ladybro]

Fair enough. [ ... ] This line of work requires a certain amount of nonchalance about one's own safety.

[beathach]

That's an incredible understatement.

[ladybro]

Like you're one to talk. Probably. The X-Men are always getting into messes.

[beathach]

There aren't a lot of messes for us to get involved in, honestly.

[ladybro]

[ DRYLY: ] Just you wait.