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Runaways fic, Chase/Gert, because Bart had midterms and if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, nothing says "I ♥ you" like mangling someone's character asafsaf never written Gert Not actually CFUD-y at all. Which is new. But it goes here anyway, cuz probably both of us check these journals more than our real ones anyway. Because we're sad.
"I can't believe you talked Nico into this."
"I'm smooth."
"I can't believe you talked me into this."
"Come on, babe. We've been low profile for way too long. We deserve to bust out and have some fun already."
"This is not fun, Chase."
"It's a club. It's made to be fun. Lots of body contact."
"It's an excuse for lots of horny teenagers to grind against each other and secretly smoke pot in the bathroom. We could grind against each other at home."
"But we couldn't smoke pot cuz Mol might see."
"We're not smoking pot here."
"Can we get spiked drinks?"
"You can."
"Come on, Gert, it'll be fun."
"Chase, it's Valentine's day. They're going to be overcharging for cover and small, bad, virgin drinks and all the drones in there aren't going to know the difference. We could do better things."
Gert finds herself pressed up against the wall of the club, and she can feel the beat of the music through the brick. "Yeah?" asks Chase, smirking.
"We really didn't have to leave home for this."
"Thought you might like some fresh air for Valentine's Day."
"Most guys buy chocolate."
"I'm one of a kind."
"I hope so."
He pulls on her hand and gets her behind the club. "Something I didn't tell Nico," he explains, and knocks until he finds the invisible Leapfrog.
"Chase--"
"So," he says, pulling her into the ship, "what do you want to do for Valentine's? The sky's the limit, babe."
"I can't believe you talked Nico into this."
"I'm smooth."
"I can't believe you talked me into this."
"Come on, babe. We've been low profile for way too long. We deserve to bust out and have some fun already."
"This is not fun, Chase."
"It's a club. It's made to be fun. Lots of body contact."
"It's an excuse for lots of horny teenagers to grind against each other and secretly smoke pot in the bathroom. We could grind against each other at home."
"But we couldn't smoke pot cuz Mol might see."
"We're not smoking pot here."
"Can we get spiked drinks?"
"You can."
"Come on, Gert, it'll be fun."
"Chase, it's Valentine's day. They're going to be overcharging for cover and small, bad, virgin drinks and all the drones in there aren't going to know the difference. We could do better things."
Gert finds herself pressed up against the wall of the club, and she can feel the beat of the music through the brick. "Yeah?" asks Chase, smirking.
"We really didn't have to leave home for this."
"Thought you might like some fresh air for Valentine's Day."
"Most guys buy chocolate."
"I'm one of a kind."
"I hope so."
He pulls on her hand and gets her behind the club. "Something I didn't tell Nico," he explains, and knocks until he finds the invisible Leapfrog.
"Chase--"
"So," he says, pulling her into the ship, "what do you want to do for Valentine's? The sky's the limit, babe."