"It was a pleasure talking to you, sir!" Julian's smile was about as real as the tits on the date of the man he was just talking to, but he wore it anyway. Even if he did over hear the guy talking smack about mutants earlier.
He hated these events, these corporate holiday parties. They were boring, the people were boring, their kids were a bunch
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Most of them were displaying their faux sympathy about her "broken wing", commiserating about the ruffians of this generation and my wasn't that law such a wonderful idea.
Republicans.
Eventually, she had done her duty by chit chatting and could wander off to snitch a glass of champagne, some tidbits that were actually edible and find a nice dark corner to plot Hawkeye's humiliation.
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"Parents dragged you to this piece of shit party too, huh?"
This wasn't even a real party. No loud music, for starters.
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Her eyes take in this new conversation partner rapidly, making assessments. Rich, but that's a given. Proud, ditto. Arrogant, unfortunately typical for someone who looks like that.
Her eyes flicker back towards the crowd over the rim of her champagne flute.
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Judging by the arm, likely the girl he heard about got mugged. Somehow, he's not buying that.
"So what happened to your arm? And spare me the cover story." He gives her a knowing, if slightly tired, smirk. "I've been fed enough bullshit today."
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She turns on the charm a bit, putting a little bit more into the smirk, a little more turn of the hip.
"Fortune and glory. How very typical of a younger son. Especially in this crowd." She's openly doubtful of his chances with a bit of Bette Davis thrown in for charm and allure. "Good luck with that."
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He looks her over with a somewhat critical eye.
"Not that you strike me as being typical of this crowd either." His eyes look at the cast on her arm and glance over a few other body parts "So why try at playing the rebel? Daddy wouldn't buy you the bag that you wanted?"
She's not the only one looking for information here.
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"Who says I'm trying?"
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"I say. I bet you're just all talk."
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"Two reasons. One: This is just another way for those in charge to control their youth. Two: I've done my history and the law is hypocritical."
All very truthful, yet leaving the important bits out.
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Something is up here.
"How's the law hypocritical?"
If she was about to argue that any untrained monkey could and should be allowed to throw on spandex and risk their necks, he might have to slap her.
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She looks at him like he's an idiot then sighs. "Half the people in tights these days were running around saving our skins when they were our age or younger. The X-Men for example, the originals. Some of them were younger than me when they started out, and look at what they did. If people like them start backing this law, they're being A Number 1 hypocritical bastards."
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"Yeah, but look who the X-Men had to teach them in the beginning." There's as pause as he stops himself from going off about Xavier. "No one.
"The Avengers hadn't assembled, Captain America was still in a block of ice, there were no Defenders, no New Warriors, and I think a certain Four people just became Fantastic. Nobody knew what the hell they were doing." He smirked. She obviously wasn't the only one who had done their history.
"What's so wrong about them now teaching the next wave of heroes?"
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She straightens off of the railing, throwing the back of her elbow directly at the bridge of his nose.
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And he drops it just as quickly, knowing full well how much he just fucked up.
"Shit..."
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She glares at him, astonished though some part of her mind is screaming it's triumph. She was right!
"...son of a bitch..."
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"You should be more careful who you pick a fight with."
Let her take that however she wants it. He turned and started to walk away.
"You also might want to put some ice on that."
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