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MHA Poolside, Saturday Evening

Even though the weather was only going to get chillier, Loki figured that shouldn't stop anyone from actually being outside. It was just a little cold and that was taken care of with a jacket and some good socks. Anybody who complained hadn't seen real cold.

So, he was out there, having bought a few of those portable, pretentious looking outdoor lights to install around the pool. Not that he minded the dark but he didn't want anyone to fall over him where he was sprawled across a chair.

There was a cooler under his feet (he wasn't partaking) and a blanket over his legs (it was nice, okay?) and he was trying to find stars behind the clouds. He'd thought of just going flying but postponed that for a better night.

Maybe later he'd actually go into the pool. Might be fun.

[I spent all day at work and I wanted to punch the world. So, open, yes. It always said Saturday. Ahem.]

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It was a weekend, so, of course Daisy was going out, but lights around the pool left her diverting her intended path a bit.

"Don't the lights," she asked, slipping her hands into the warm pockets of her wool coat, "make it harder to see the stars?"

"I've got really good eyes," he said and smiled over at her. "And this saves me a lawsuit in case someone stumbles back home and falls into the pool and gets frostbite. Can't say I didn't take safety precautions in order to care for my precious tenants."

"Anyone traipsing around a pool at night," Daisy said, reaching easily for one of the pool chairs, dragging it a little closer, and having a seat on its edge; her eyes were trained upwards through the lights, toward the sky, "deserves the frostbite, but that'd be the law, it would."

Then her attention shifted back toward Loki. "You're a sight for sore eyes; how's it going?"

"Can't really complain so I'll hold off any complaining for when I go back inside later and write in my diary," he said, taking his eyes off the stars to peer over at her. "Everything okay? Not too often people tell me things like that."

"Rough week," said Daisy, with a sigh, and that's all she could legally share, really. "And my Friday night consisted of talking with an old man about ginko biloba and trying to dodge the eyes of a smelly old pirate. I'll tell you, that's just not right so I thought maybe tonight I'd just 'get outta Dodge.'"

She said that last bit with her best American accent, which was, to be truthful, pretty terrible. She gave Loki a faint smile.

"Much better clubs on the mainland."

"Well, smelly old pirate's got good taste," he said, laughing briefly at both the accent and the rundown of the previous night. "Can't say I blame him, really. Sorry about the week, though. At least you got the first rough one outta the way and now it'll be smooth sailing, right? You did want a little action."

"Exactly!" commiserated Daisy, although she did so only lightly. "I wanted action, not to be stuck in the mud."

"So, whatever happened was not the action you wanted," he deduced. "And that's why you're going off island, to stir up some action on your own. Or maybe you're sneaking off with the smelly old pirate."

He grinned at her.

"Are you sneaking off with the pirate in the cold night? You can tell me. I won't tell."

Daisy pointed a finger Loki's way, grinning. "Look at you, so clever. Got it in one! No letting one by you, is there?"

"Natural fucking talent," he said and laughed. "I can pick up attraction from a while away. Like fucking Cupid but better looking and less likely to wear a fucking diaper in public."

Cupid was a fucking scary thing.

"Also," pointed out Daisy, "fewer painful arrows."

"I keep those in my other pants," he said, jerking a thumb back towards the apartment. "Ever tried sitting down with an arrow in your pocket? Really painful, let me tell you."

He was going to have nightmares about himself as Cupid.

"So, bad week. What's your plan for tonight, then? Real plan, not the fake plan I'm making up in my head to amuse myself."

Daisy's head cocked toward the general direction of the Causeway. "Catch a cab into the nearest city that doesn't have zombie playing their karaoke? There isn't even a dance floor at Caritas, anyway, I've noticed."

"You have just crushed the undead hearts of those hardworking zombies," he said, tsking her very solemnly. "If they ever revolt, you'll be the first one they go after."

He hoped they never revolted. Zombie guts. Ew.

"You've got a thing for dancing, I've noticed. That slow thing we did must have driven you crazy."

"Not at all!" Daisy laughed a little. "That was...nice." Ah, understatement. "Dancing is dancing. I'm not even very good at it, but I like it."

"Dancing is the easiest way to break some girl's poor toe," he said and banged the heel of his boot against his makeshift footstool. "I fucking suck at it, if you couldn't tell. No rhythm whatsoever. So, you're one up on me. What's the dancing do? Tension release?"

Daisy shrugged. "Don't need to think about dancing," she said. "You just...dance. Good way to meet people, and less embarrassing than karaoke, although I'll admit that I like that an awful lot, too."

"I can't just dance," he said and laughed. "I think too much already. Make me dance and I'm going to fucking overthink myself into an Achilles tendon tear and then I'll just be fucking miserable. Those things hurt like a mother fucker."

With a grin, he added, "But I would love to see you do karaoke."

"We could go," said Daisy, grinning back, and her head tilted as if already on its way down the street. "There's a bar just a hop, skip, and a jump away with a zombie band that I apparently owe an apology to."

"But," she added, "only if you do it, too."

"I don't think I heard you right," he said, cupping a hand around his ear and leaning closer. "You want me to sing? Do you want your ears to bleed? And that fucking thing I did in the lobby doesn't count. That was spoken word."

"We'll stop by that store on the way over and I'll pick up earplugs," Daisy suggested as she chuckled, giving Loki a playful shove as he leaned in. "Come on; it'll be fun. Someone's got to make me look good by comparison."

"Oh, I see," he said and laughed. "You want me there so everyone fucking laughs at me and then you look like some starlet by comparison. Use me, abuse me, toss me aside."

He shook a finger at her. "You'll need the earplugs. And it's not like I'm doing anything else right now. If I look at the stars too long, I feel myself turning into a fucking girl."

"I hear that might actually happen around here," Daisy noted, but there were more important things at hand, and she dismissed the thought in favour of an eager grin. "But you'll go? Really?"

"Don't tell me that," he said and shook his head. "I don't want to be a girl. But yes, I'll go. You've talked me into it even if I know I might hate myself in the morning."

"And here I was worried I'd have another disappoint night!" Daisy remarked, already to her feet and holding out both her mittened hands to help Loki follow suit, grinning down at him. "I'll even let you walk me home when we're done."

"Oooh, that'll be really fucking chivalrous of me, won't it?" he said, taking her hands and pushing himself up and off his chair. "I'm like a regular white knight in the future!"

"Oh, I'd expect nothing less!" Daisy remarked, grinning brightly and only releasing one of Loki's hands as she turned to lead the way (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3387646.html?thread=142221566#t142221566).

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