Word count: 557
Fandom: City of Heroes/Sunday 9s
Characters: Winged Vixen, Boneshatter
Timeline: Fairly early in the fic series, before things all went to heck and Bone got possessed.
If you've read the previous fics, you know who these people are and what's going on. If you haven't, you might want to go read them first, 'cause this will make lots more sense after you read the other ones. Check the Memories section, under "CoH Fiction" in my LJ info.
Copyrights 'n stuff: The City of Heroes universe is copyright Cryptic Studios/NCSoft. The individual characters of the Sunday 9s were created by their players. I created Heat Lightning, Boneshatter, most of the NPCs, the shard and all of the Aligned and their concepts.
Based on two challenges! One was: how bout a first date fic with bone and vix. The second one, for Boneshatter, was just First Date. Challengers to remain anonymous.
Much like some conversations, this ends a little oddly and like something else should be said, but after an hour, I just didn't know how else to end it. So there you are. :)
Something in Common
"I've got a two-fer-one coupon for Denny's..."
As pickup lines go, she'd heard (and ignored) worse. It was funny, in a way. Here he was, the alleged 'bad boy' of the team, still wearing his Skull clothes, and yet he flirted so awkwardly. It was sort of cute.
And he kept trying to flirt with her, always teaming with her if possible, and talking with her, and complimenting her on her heroic outfits. (Of course, she didn't dress like this when she was at school. That would be a bit too much.) And now, after the evening's patrol was over, he'd scuffed his boot against the tarmac, and just when she'd figured he wouldn't say anything, he did.
It might be a bit on the cheap side, but it was an invitation to dinner, after all. So she'd smiled and accepted. Although Denny's was a bit on the greasy side, and she hadn't eaten in one in years as a result.
It was about what she remembered. The time of night meant they had to order off the all-night menu, and most of that was burgers, sandwiches, or deep-fried anything. Or, of course, various heavy-on-the-stomach breakfast "slams".
She did not mention that she had no idea what to pick. By the time the waitress took their order, Vixen had settled on a barbecue chicken sandwich platter, while Bone ordered the meat-lover's special.
Then came the awkward small-talk phase, while waiting for the food. It was obvious that neither really knew what to say. Vixen finally tried a few opening gambits: So, bad weather we're having lately, huh? Do you go through those gloves often? What do you think about the Heracleitan theorem that all is in flux? (Actually, she didn't use that last one, but she was sorely tempted, just to see his reaction.)
To his credit, Bone was trying too, asking about her gloves, and her schoolwork. She was in college on scholarship, he ... well, she didn't press, but it sounded like he hadn't finished high school. Or maybe he had – he was awfully articulate for a Skull.
Finally, he asked: "Do you get video games on those?", pointing at her gloves.
Actually, she did, although it wasn't something she wanted spread around, since it was a modification to the unit.
Suddenly they had something to talk about: high scores, favorite game genres, reviews of games they liked (or hated), notable gaming stories. Their conversation became livelier, and hardly slowed down when the food arrived and they tucked in.
"- So there my troops were, I'd just finished storming London and claiming the entire British Empire for myself," Vixen said, "and I figured it was time for bed, right? And the alarm went off – it was time to get up for school!"
"Oh, that's great." Bone grinned. "I never knew you liked so many games. That's really cool."
Vixen smiled back. Who knew they'd have anything in common? Besides fighting crime and being regenerative, that is.
And gloves. Mustn't forget gloves, even if his were heavy gray welder's gloves and hers were sleek black metal, loaded with technology. Speaking of technology, his powers came from magic, didn't they? Something about a magic stone? She'd have to ask him sometime. She smiled again; maybe on the next date. Somewhere a little nicer than Denny's, she hoped.