Ghanima had called and, in a minimum of words, let Tyler knew that her in-class conversation with Miss Walters had not gone well, and she would appreciate some distraction and a few words with Tyler
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And lo, at a suitable time when it was not too early to start drinking, there was a Ghanima banging on his door. "Little pig little pig, let me come in," she whined sang, giving the door another decent kick. "Or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down."
"I'll just open the door," Tyler said, as he turned the knob and pulled said door open. "Boxer would kill me if I wrecked her house. C'mon, sit down. Want anything to drink that isn't scotch?"
"Is that a question or a joke?" she asked, giving him a tired grin as she breezed in to flop down on some random piece of furniture. "Scotch, please. As much as I do not regret anything I said this afternoon, I could use something to soothe my rage."
"Miss Walters seems to be operating under the delusion that if she pretends it didn't happen, it isn't real," Ghanima said dryly. "She did not go to the clinic, because it 'wore off.'"
"I told her she's benched until she has a doctor's clearance to fight and we trust her to follow the rules," Ghanima sighed. "I also ordered her to the clinic - again - and said she needed to see Zoe."
"She just kept making excuses, Tyler. 'It's my cousin's fault', 'it wore off', 'I was afraid I'd be arrested.' It was like a child covering her ears and screaming that she couldn't hear me." She took a sip of the scotch, nodding in satisfaction. "I can't abide that sort of behaviour, so I threw her out of class."
"... It's her cousin's fault? She thought somebody would arrest her?" Tyler was incredulous.
Then he buried his head in his hands, remembering a certain conversation with Deadpool. The problem with talking to Deadpool was, there was no way to tell how much actually mattered and how much was just random verbal debris. "Uh. Did she say her cousin's name?"
"She didn't say, just that it was probably his fault and he was wanted by the authorities," she recalled. "I reminded her that we are on a nexus, and don't particularly care for the laws of the mundane world, but it didn't seem to make a dent."
"That would be the definition of 'benched', Tyler. She broke rule eight. Even if she was healthy and stable, which she is not, her butt would be off the mats," Ghanima replied, looking him over.
Tyler, wisely, sipped at his scotch. "Right. Benched."
It was because she wouldn't ask that he told her, really. "There's a guy who looks like me in Tony's world who does what she did. Only worse. Gets about the size of a Hummer. Deadpool said something about his cousin being here, but ... it's Deadpool."
"Well, that depends," Ghanima mused, taking a nice long drink as she thought. "The Leto here is my Leto, just younger. Then there's my Leto at home, who's my age, and even more incorrigible, before you ask. Every time I tell someone that he'll grow out of it, I'm lying."
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... which was only one of many, many things wrong with that statement.
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"She just kept making excuses, Tyler. 'It's my cousin's fault', 'it wore off', 'I was afraid I'd be arrested.' It was like a child covering her ears and screaming that she couldn't hear me." She took a sip of the scotch, nodding in satisfaction. "I can't abide that sort of behaviour, so I threw her out of class."
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Then he buried his head in his hands, remembering a certain conversation with Deadpool. The problem with talking to Deadpool was, there was no way to tell how much actually mattered and how much was just random verbal debris. "Uh. Did she say her cousin's name?"
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He ate a bit of cheese instead of finishing the sentence. "I don't think she should spar."
For the duration, he meant.
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"I won't ask; drink your scotch."
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It was because she wouldn't ask that he told her, really. "There's a guy who looks like me in Tony's world who does what she did. Only worse. Gets about the size of a Hummer. Deadpool said something about his cousin being here, but ... it's Deadpool."
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HEY! It was a legitimate question!
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Not that he actually had anything against Leto, but if she was going to go around insulting his clone...
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Oh, timelines. It made things so much fun.
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He shook it off, sipping more scotch. "Is there anything else we need to do about Jennifer?"
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