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Post by Colette on Mar 13, 2010 6:06:55 GMT -5
"I can imagine. Well, feel free to let your walls down around me anytime you like."
She wasn't sure if that was a line, him being nice, or if it was the alcohol in her system thinking he had used a line. At this point, all senses were pretty much gone. She hummed softly, smiling at him as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand. "Well thank you. I might just do that."
"Not true. You know that I lost my dad, that I'm a mutant." He grinned a bit as he added, repeating her earlier compliment, "That I 'have got some beautiful eyes. But, well, what else would you like to know?"
She placed a hand over her face, laughing and shaking her head. "Did I really say that?" She asked through her laughter. "Hmm." She chuckled, thinking it over. "What do you do? Besides bar-tending, that is."
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Post by Mal Shiften on Mar 13, 2010 23:39:02 GMT -5
"Did I really say that?"
"You did," Malcolm assured her, grinning as he leaned on his folded arms. "Don't tell me you're gonna be taking the compliment back now." He smiled wide enough for his dimples to appear as she laughed.
"What do you do? Besides bar-tending, that is."
Malcolm leaned back a little, rubbing a hand through his hair. "I, ah, fight actually." He was a little hesitant to admit that for some reason. It wasn't that the fights were illegal, per se. Not really. Just...on the down low. And sometimes, not usually but sometimes, women didn't take to kindly to him fighting all the time. Thought it made him violent and volatile and aggressive. The others, the ones who liked it, just thought it was fucking hot.
"In underground rings." He clarified, shrugging a little. "Not the most glamorous of jobs but it pays damn well."
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Post by Colette on Mar 14, 2010 0:44:43 GMT -5
"You did," Malcolm assured her, grinning as he leaned on his folded arms. "Don't tell me you're gonna be taking the compliment back now."
She smiled brightly, shaking her head. "Never." She tossed back at him with a nod. Blame it on the alcohol. She told herself with a smile as she took another sip. She made a face, pushing it away. "I think I'm done with those."
"I, ah, fight actually."
She perked a brow, waiting to hear if he would say anymore. Just as she went to open her mouth, he did. "In underground rings." He clarified, shrugging a little. "Not the most glamorous of jobs but it pays damn well." She gave a soft nod.
"Well." She started, smiling softly. "I'm a firm believer in people doing whatever it is they love to do." She grinned, tilting her head to the side. "Long as it make you happy, y'know?" She blushed slightly.
"Does it make you happy?"
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Post by Mal Shiften on Mar 14, 2010 0:55:58 GMT -5
"Never."
"Well good," Malcolm replied, chuckling a little to himself. As she pushed the glass away, Mal nodding. "Probably a good idea." He liked that. Always respected a woman who knew her own limit and could actually stick to it. Taking the glass, he put it under the counter with the other dirty ones. "Can I get y' something without alcohol?" he offered.
"Does it make you happy?"
She was pretty when she blushed, Malcolm decided. Observing that for a moment, he finally snapped out of it and processed her question. Did fighting make him happy?
He thought about the rush of stepping into the ring. The feel of floors warm from bare feet and chests; blood pumping through him and out of him; adrenaline weaving through his veins and syncing with his body, upping the tempo and everything else. Remembered the haze that settled over him until he brain knew nothing but upper-cut, right jab, block and weak points. He thought of the satisfaction afterward, even if he had lost. The tender pride that resided within every injury...
It didn't make him happy; it made him damn near euphoric.
"Yeah," he said gently, smiling a genuine smile to her. "Yeah, it does." He chuckled a little as if he were surprised, as if he hadn't realized that until now. Which, he guessed, he hadn't. Damn, this Colette really was something special...
"What about you?" he asked amiably. "What 'makes you happy'?"
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Post by Colette on Mar 14, 2010 1:07:16 GMT -5
"Probably a good idea. Can I get y' something without alcohol?"
She pondered that a moment. "Mm, water would be really nice. Try to wash away some of the hangover I will be having tomorrow at six am when my twins wake." She made a face, slumping down a bit in her chair.
"Yeah," he said gently, smiling a genuine smile to her. "Yeah, it does."
She smiled, resting her arms over her stomach. "You seem surprised." She chuckled softly. "What about you?" She immediantly replied; "What about me?" Through laughter.
"What 'makes you happy'?"
She took in a deep breath, and leaned forward, back to where she was. Her arms folded before her on the bartop as she thought about that. What did make her happy? Being a mother, spending time with her kids... but those were easy answers.
She licked her lips, biting on the lower one before speaking. "Y'know.. I've been thinking about that a lot, actually." She started, pausing a moment. Even with Charles gone, and the things that had happened...
She still wanted to run Biella. Wanted to get involved with the students. Missed seeing everyone around the kitchen table in the morning. "Helping." She said softly with a smile and curt nod. "Especially when it comes to kids, who don't understand their powers."
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Post by Mal Shiften on Mar 14, 2010 1:24:22 GMT -5
"Water it is." Malcolm passed her a sympathetic grin as he pulled up a clean glass. He filled it with water and passed it her way. "Maybe you can get whoever's watchin' 'em tonight to wake up with 'em tomorrow," he suggested with a gentle smile.
"You seem surprised."
"Guess I am a little," he admitted, cleaning a spot on the counter absently. "I mean, I never really thought about it in terms of whether I wanted to do it or not. I started as a kid and I did it 'cause I was good at it; 'cause it made my Pops and mom and coach proud of me. And then I picked it up again when I needed the money. It was always out of necessity. But..." A fond grin came to his face. "Yeah, I do enjoy it."
"Helping." She said softly with a smile and curt nod. "Especially when it comes to kids, who don't understand their powers."
"Like those houses?" he asked. He had heard about then vaguely. Biella and Rosewood and two others. That was all after his time as a young mutant though. He wondered if he would have gone to a place like that if there had been one for him... Probably not. Simply because he was better on his own with stuff like that. But he knew that they had helped a lot of kids struggling with being mutants. "Yeah, that's some good work," he added sincerely.
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Post by Colette on Mar 16, 2010 15:48:42 GMT -5
"Maybe you can get whoever's watchin' 'em tonight to wake up with 'em tomorrow,"
"Mm, maybe." She smiled, taking the water and swirling it in her hand. "Guess I am a little," Her head lifted, tilting slightly as she stared up at him. "Oh?" She smiled, her brows lifted. "How so?"
"I mean, I never really thought about it in terms of whether I wanted to do it or not. I started as a kid and I did it 'cause I was good at it; 'cause it made my Pops and mom and coach proud of me. And then I picked it up again when I needed the money. It was always out of necessity. But..." A fond grin came to his face. "Yeah, I do enjoy it."
She sat there, listening to him with a smile on her face. He held passion for it. The same way she had done with her job. It wasn't enough to just enjoy it, or to love it. But you have to have the passion for it to work. "Sounds like it." She laughed softly, sipping her water.
"Like those houses? Yeah, that's some good work,"
Her head bowed a little, hiding her smile before a soft laugh came out. "Yup. Like those houses." She grinned. He really didn't know her.. did he? She supposed that was a good thing, meeting someone who didn't raise her up on some ridiculous pedalstool.
And besides, she could always inform him of her standings later..
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Post by Mal Shiften on Mar 16, 2010 16:19:35 GMT -5
"Yup. Like those houses."He grinned to her and then his ears perked as the music shifted to another song. He chuckled as the beat thrummed through the joint and a few more customers abandoned their drinks to go dance. Cleaning up the empty glasses and bottles quickly, Mal sent an uncertain glance Colette's way. Finishing the brief clearing job, he moved back to her. "Hey, would you like dance?" he asked, smiling with his dimples again. "Unless you think your clumsiness will come out again," he teased gently. He could get Ash to let him go for five minutes while he indulged in a dance with a beautiful woman.
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Post by Colette on Mar 29, 2010 17:34:35 GMT -5
"Hey, would you like dance?" he asked, smiling with his dimples again. "Unless you think your clumsiness will come out again,"
She laughed, nodding her head to the beat. "I think I can hold it up for a dance." She smiled, taking to her feet. She perked a brow at him. "Sure you won't get in trouble with the big boss lady?"
[[S&S, sorry.]]
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Post by Mal Shiften on Mar 29, 2010 17:50:26 GMT -5
Malcolm's face broke into a grin as he slipped from behind the counter. "Nah, Ash loves me," he joked. Standing before her, he held out a hand. "Well, if you think you can keep a handle on the tripping and all, shall we?"
And this would be interesting. Because it was fastly approaching the moment that Mal usually told the girl that he wasn't looking for anything serious or long-term. But this time... Well, for some reason, with this one, he didn't want to say that. Not just yet. He didn't want to ruin the way the night was going. Plus, who knew if she even wanted anything like that or was looking for anything at all. She had just lost a husband after all.
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Post by Colette on Mar 29, 2010 18:10:26 GMT -5
"Nah, Ash loves me," he joked. Standing before her, he held out a hand. "Well, if you think you can keep a handle on the tripping and all, shall we?"
She smiled softly, taking his hand. "I'm beginning to understand why." She threw back at him softly. "Besides, I'm eager to see what your dance moves are like. You being a fighter and all." She grinned.
Not one hesitation. Not one second-thought. Things were different now, she had to come to that conclusion. Charles wasn't here, she wasn't doing anything wrong. If anything, she was doing the right thing. Getting out there, getting her moment of happiness in the sea of despair.
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Post by Mal Shiften on Mar 29, 2010 18:26:15 GMT -5
Mal grinned softy at her first comment, flattered. Taking her hand, he led her onto the floor. He laughed at her other statement, shaking his head. "Well, now I gotta live up to the expectations, huh?"
In the crowd of people, Mal danced easily. He was good enough, had rhythm and everything, but nothing special. He moved better off the dance floor; in the ring or in bed. He quickly shook that thought from his head. None of that, not tonight. Putting his hands to Colette's hips, he held her a little closer to him, so they were almost-but-not-quite touching.
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