well honey, (whatcha got mr. mans)

[electrouble]

WHO: ELECTRO and DAKEN
WHERE: A trendy club that Electro has no business being at.
WHEN: 6/21/11, evening
WARNINGS: A lot of hideousness, for sure. Just look at these song lyrics.
SUMMARY: Two smug douchebags walk into a bar. Write your own punchline, I'm tired.
FORMAT: PARA FOR THIS but then whatever you want.

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[lolverine]

Daken, by contrast, fit in easily. These were the people he always immersed himself in; the young and reckless, whirling in their cloud of perfume and alcohol and money. He could have been any one of them, with his artfully faded Italian jeans, a thin knit cap hiding his hair - and that was just how he wanted it. He had no interest in being identified. At least, not in the City.

He had no good reason for being here, either. San Diego had his base of operations, his money, his new contacts, and its own clubs, and it was too early to drop in on Selina, even if he was curious about this Tom guy

[electrouble]

The man's voice to his side distracted Max from the mild electric pulse he felt whenever he clutched a cold drink, sparks crackling, fingers curledaround a shot of whiskey as he turned his head and arched his eyebrow. Instinctively, he assumed sarcasm.

"Yeah," he said, sneering mildly as he sipping his shot. "It ain't a starfish, if that's your next question."

[lolverine]

He was either very careless or very bold, Daken decided, watching the sparks with undisguised interest.

"So you must be one of those - what do they call them - Imports, or whatever." He shook his head. "So stupid. Rugs are imported. People immigrate."

[electrouble]

"Yeah," Electro said, watching him curiously. Didn't seem like the guy was being sarcastic -- unless he was being really ambitious. "Name's Electro. What about you, I don't think I've seen you before."

He took another sip of whiskey and cocked his eyebrow. "I definitely would've remembered."

[lolverine]

"Electro," Daken mused, grinning. It was familiar - New York familiar. And a typically obvious name, but then, Electro was proving himself to be spectacularly unsubtle.

He tapped his fingers against his glass. "Daken. You haven't seen me before because I don't live here." He paused. "Too many Avengers."

[electrouble]

"You know the Avengers too? Small world," he said, then sneered, "Sorta. You might have the right idea, though. Those self-righteous boy scouts think they own the place half the time."

He settled a little, the home familiarity making him more less tense, less wary and more appreciative of the conversation and Daken's chiseled cheekbones.

[lolverine]

"At least they're all in one place. Think of all the things you could get away with in the rest of the country. Or the rest of the world." He gave Electro his best devil-may-care grin. "I mean. Hypothetically."

[electrouble]

"Tell me about it. There's no one on the West Coast. No one." Electro raised his eyebrows, remembering Parker and his recent bank run in Las Vegas. He tried not to look tellingly eager at the prospect, smirking cheekily instead, though he did wonder what Daken got up to elsewhere.

Perhaps they could swap stories over further drinks. Electro finished his and got another.

[lolverine]

Daken followed suit with his own. If Electro wanted to see it as a response, so much the better. The difference was that one of them would be drowning his inhibitions, and Daken intended to see them thoroughly drowned.

"No one on their side," he said, eying Electro over his glass. Plans and variables and potentialities were running through his head faster than he could sort pros from cons. "So what exactly do you do?"

[electrouble]

"No one wants on that side anyway," he sneered again, gulping half his drink down at once. He thought at Bobbi briefly, but forced her from his mind easily. There were other things to occupy his mind right now.

"Bet you can guess," he added, licking his upper lip. "Though I can do more than just this." He snapped his fingers, and the music skipped, stopped for a minute, then kicked on again when he snapped again. "Just not here 'less we want a riot."

[lolverine]

"Not what I meant, but impressive." He spun his glass around, undecided but intrigued, knowing this was a bad road to go down but not concerned enough to get up and leave.

He swallowed his cognac. Set his glass down. Shot Electro a calculated glance that lasted a little too long. "I'd be interested to see what else."

[electrouble]

"Oh," he said, closing his palm. His curiosity spiked more and he turned on his chair, one leg crossed over the other. "Are you talking jobs, or--" He cut off significantly, sipping his drink again.

"Either way we could arrange something."

[lolverine]

"Let's do that." Daken got up, dug into his pocket, and casually dropped far more cash than he needed to on the bar - for both their tabs and then some. It was almost all he had on him, but he was going back to San Diego in the morning, and first impressions were so important.

[electrouble]

Electro leered and stood as well, sliding his hands into his pockets. He didn't mention that he could have covered it, just grabbed his tumbler and drank down the sip or two that was left. "Where to then, buddy?"

[lolverine]

It was a good question. There were too many people in the city, and not enough places to keep well out of sight.

But maybe it wouldn't matter.

"That depends," he said, pushing past a crowd of bodies to get through the door. He waited until they were outside, and the pounding music gave way to the ever-present background noise of traffic: "If I told you it wouldn't kill me, would you hit me with whatever you have?"

[electrouble]

"If I gave you all I got it'd have to kill you," he said, following Daken out with a wary expression. "I'm livin' lightning, you don't want that kind of power going through your heart."