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who. south (

traitortwin) and benji (

techburst)
what. a friendly meeting and and general bonding.
where. the quad.
when. RIGHT NOW.
warnings. some srs fckn bsnss up in here. actually just south and benji getting to know each other so they can be awesome in the future.

She'd been coming to The Quad often enough lately to have already picked one spot for her own. A place that allowed her to people-watch without being noticed, though she didn't think she had much of a problem with that in the first place. She was small, and used to going unseen, just for the simple fact that it was part of her job.

Which was why she was in her little corner, sipping one of those mojitos that York was so good at making, looking about as nonchalant as she could manage without also looking like she didn't belong there. Because let's face it - she wasn't the type of person you would expect to see in a bar just for the hell of it. She had to have a reason.

Except this time, she really didn't. She just .. felt like being here. And if that was her prerogative, that was how things were going to be.

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Well, Benji could likely remain unseen at this rate, because whenever South didn't feel like paying attention to details or looking for things that don't seem to belong, she could easily shut off that part of her mind. Considering she was here to take a load off and not be as edgy as usual? That's exactly what she was going to do.

South was in the woman's sight, though, not that South knew as much. She'd just grabbed a drink from the bar - some dark-colored concoction that York passed her way since South couldn't make up her own mind - and was on her way over to a tiny standing-height table against the wall. Some asshole bumped into her while she was walking, though. And honest to God, South was totally going to ignore him and carry on her way, but he'd made a smartass remark right in her ear and then attempted to put his hand on her hip --

-- so she elbowed him in the stomach, hard, and left him to crumple to the floor in pain while she marched the rest of the way over to that table.

Once there, she proceeded to sip at her drink like nothing at all out of the ordinary had just happened.

Considering Benji made a habit out of people-watching, what South did definitely did not pass over her head. She'd been watching the blonde ever since she'd stepped away from the bar - and York, with which she seemed to have some sort of general acquaintance with - and once she saw that jerk bump into her, she pretty much knew what was going to happen before it even played out in front of her.

To say that she was impressed with what she saw, how the other woman defended herself would have been putting it mildly; but it was enough to get her moving from her current position and pretty much sliding over to where the other woman settled herself, placing her own drink on the table and looking as the guy writhed around on the floor in pain.

She huffed a laugh, pushing dark hair over her shoulder. "Not a fan of sorry pick-up lines, I take it?"

After a stunt like that, South doubted that anyone would bother her, that anyone would even remotely try to speak to her. Who in their right mind tries to strike up a conversation with the chick that just landed some asshole on the floor in a heap? But apparently, this woman did...

South took a rather large sip of her drink as the lady stepped up to her table. At first, she was completely and totally ready to snap out something awful to get her to leave if she was going to play Wandering Conscience or what have you... but then that laugh and the question came instead, and it won a smirk out of her instead.

"Not really, no," she answered with a small laugh of her own, "especially when they amount to, 'You oughta pay me back for knocking into me.'" She rolled her eyes. "I wonder who the hell that works on."

Who in their right mind would try to strike up a conversation with a chick that just laid someone on their ass on the floor?

The same kind of person that has had to do the same thing a few times before. It never gets any better, it seems, even after she'd managed to land herself a pretty awesome boyfriend. She can recall every single time she'd had to turn to Octavius, say something along the lines of "I'll be right back," and proceed to knock whoever had pissed her off ten ways from Sunday.

She'd also felt the need to do the same thing to any bitch that had seen fit to hit on him, but .. somehow she's managed to keep herself in line so far.

So, that was what he'd said? Damn, she didn't blame her for knocking him the fuck out. "Probably no one .. but you can't blame a guy for trying, I guess. It's a shame what people think pass for decent one-liners these days."

Benji pauses, taking a sip of her own drink. "I don't think I've seen you around before .. are you new here?"

"Seriously. You'd think in a station like this, they'd have to find better shit to try. That guy?" She nodded at his (still moaning, whining and complaining-in-pain) sad, sorry self still on the floor, "Isn't gonna last long at this rate."

She took a sip of her own drink, grinning in a self-satisfied sort of way. She shook her head, though, at Benji's question. "Nah. Not new, just... coming here more often. Are you some kind of regular, then?"

Benji looked down at the guy still on the floor, thinking that he could really just call it quits and go lick his wounds somewhere else. All he was doing was making a scene right in the middle of everything and while it didn't surprise her in the slightest, it didn't mean she wanted to watch it for the rest of the night.

She shrugged at the question with a languid roll of her shoulders, pushing a bit of dark hair over her shoulder. "I .. you could say that, I guess. I've been here for a little while, but I've only recently started coming here. I'm kind of friends with the new bartender."

She could say that about York .. right? Sure she could.

South sure as hell didn't want to watch it either. That's why she was pointedly ignoring him. He'd pick himself up eventually, or he'd get stepped on. She had to admit that it might be fun to watch him get stepped on, though. Oh, was that mean? ... Whatever.

"Friend of York's, huh?" South smirked a bit. It figured that York would make friends quick, even if she wasn't the York that South knew from home. Some things just didn't change. "Makes sense."

It .. admittedly would be pretty entertaining to watch the guy get stepped on if he didn't bother moving out of the way, but that was neither here nor there. It wasn't mean if neither of them said it out loud, and that was the important part.

Benji nods and takes another sip of her drink. "I helped her kick some ass during the whole adjutant thing. We've been kind of getting to know each other since then." She tilts her head to the side. "You're close with her, too?"

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/fails....

you do not, shh.

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these two are gonna hold each other's purses for fightin times aren't they~?

hells to the yes, man!

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screeches quietly at these new icons oh my goodness