[CLOSED] WING ON

[batburgers]

WHO: Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain
WHERE: city hopping around the globe
WHEN: post-Shametheon
WHAT: Jason takes his sister on a city-hopping bar crawl and tries to hook her up.
WARNINGS: Possibly vulgar or sexual language because Jason Todd


[The latest bar they had come to in their week-long trawl of every city with a seedy underbelly and nightlife Jason could find. What good was Bruce's money if he couldn't use it to get them the hell out of dodge for a while? Jason wanted it, Cass needed it--so Jason decided--and thus they were sitting at a table in the corner with view of the doors and bar and the meager dance floor. This bar didn't have a personal DJ even from the looks of it, just a stereo system the head bartender control from behind the counter.

Except you know, the fact that all the girls he tried to talk to seemed to use him to get to his much quieter companion.]

Are you even trying?

[Two numbers already and she barely had to speak.]

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[cassassin]

[she had definitely needed to get away. the guilt, the shame, the fear--all of it was overwhelming. obviously, it was time to go back to her old tricks and leave without a word while maintaining full radio silence. so here they were, in some dive in new orleans. she nursed the drink jason had bought her, barely touching it over the last hour. when he asks that question, she glances over. honestly, she locked up when girls approached with interest, barely able to get the words out. at least she managed to turn on the charm in her body language. usually that helped, sort of.]

Yes? Haven't... done this, before we started. [she still feels really awkward about the whole thing, but either way. cass's phone buzzes on the table, and she swipes the button to send it to voicemail. ignoring that--] Striking out again?

[batburgers]

There is no such thing as striking out. It's just re-adjusting your interests. [He says it primly right before taking another long drink of his beer. He's only had two, but Jason is not really known for holding his drink well, so he's been stretching it out. Trying to be "responsible" with his little big sister. He thought it would be fun to see who could get the most girls' numbers, but Cass was winning and Jason was wondering if he was that bad of a judge of the girls in this bar.

Why did he stipulate girls' numbers? He could have gotten a bunch of guys numbers by now.]

We're changing the terms of this bet. [Says it definitively to avoid her trying to stop him.] All numbers are equal.

[cassassin]

[she raises an eyebrow, a little amused. his motivation is pretty clear, but she's not about to stop him.]

Okay. Handicap's fine. [siiiiip. she's not about to flirt with guys for fun, but you do you, jason.]

[batburgers]

That's not a handicap! [He huffs, offended.] Keeping it even. Can't get a girls' number if most of the girls only like girls.

[Or at least only like dark and stoic girls. Jason is definitely not that. And to prove his point a girl walks by there table to who most definitely is giving Cass the eye.]

[cassassin]

Isn't this a gay bar? [cass meets the girl's eye, smiling despite herself. anyway, she had been under the impression it was. jason is this only now sinking in. either way, she shrugs.]

Fine. Guy by the arcade games? [she jabs a thumb over in his direction without looking.] Been looking at you for twenty minutes.

[batburgers]

What? [Jason is actually surprised by this enough to dribble a bit of beer from his mouth but he quickly catches himself and wipes it away.] We asked them for the best bar in the district. Glitter and strobe lights doesn't automatically make a gay bar.

[Jason would have obviously been able to tell if it was a gay bar just by looking. Obviously.]

[cassassin]

Glitter. Strobe lights. Butch bartender. Full of lesbians. [she knocks a hand against the table with each point, counting on her fingers. she doesn't mention the part where there's a definite lack of dudes staring at her in that way that makes her skin crawl.] Gay bar, Jason.

Going to talk to him? Or not?

[batburgers]

They could be bi... Maybe I'm too tall for them. There could any plenty of different reasons. [Yeah, that doesn't sound nearly as convincing out loud as it did in his head. So he pivots to the guy that Cass picked out, and sure enough, his whole body position is set up to make it look like he's paying attention to whoever is working the joysticks at the Street Brawler video game while actually looking at Jason.

And Jason is just drunk enough to give a tiny quirk of his lips in the man's direction before he even gets out of his seat.]

Too easy. Won't even have to try. [Another woman walked by their table and gave a little look right at Cass and Jason couldn't take it anymore.] Seat's empty.

[Then he strolls right up to the guy on the other side of the room.]

[cassassin]

[cass is just going to neglect to mention that jason's whole reason for moving the goalposts on this bet was based on the idea that most of the girls here gay. still, she gives him a Look like he's being a little ridiculous.

then he moves off, and she can't help but laugh before smiling at the woman who sits once he's gone. let's see how this goes.]

[batburgers]

[It will be a few minutes before Cass might notice movement what Jason where that is a lot more explosive than she may have expected. When she looks over she'll notice that the guy Jason had gone over to flirt with was on the ground, blood clearly smeared across his face from an expertly broken nose and maybe a lost tooth or two. Jason is dropped down to go for another swing at him, but there's a taller, bulky guy grabbing his arm and pulling back.]