[Date: October 27th. Time: 7 pm] [Shortly after the experience at work, Horus gets a call on her phone to set up the whole date thing. Christian asked to meet up on one of the many high roof tops littering the streets of Manhattan.] [After giving her the address, he went to get ready. And hopefully Horus got a chance to rest up after the run in with LA GIGANTE! And so we go...] [Mini Start] * Horus flies through the Manhattan at a fairly leisurely pace (for her, anyway). The sun's recently set, so she's lighting up the night sky with her own golden light. She circles a few rooftops before she pins the one Christian probably went, so she heads over there. * Christian sits on the rooftop, leaning against the inner lip with his arm across it and checking out the night sky. As he sees the glow approach, he gives it a faint wave. He also appears to have a boombox and a backpack sitting next to him. "Yo. Ya made it." * Horus grins. "Yeah," she says, as she touches gently down and folds her wings - not like she needs to, since they're pure light and all, but hey. She's all glowing gold so colors are hard to make out, but she seems to have dressed up a bit: a flare-sleeved blouse that isn't quite buttoned up all the way, a skirt that halfway to the knee, and heeled sandals. * Horus looks around. "I didn't know what you had in mind, so..." * Christian barks a quick laugh at that. "Girl, y'know I'd be happy with anything ya had in mind..." He stands up slowly, not looking too different than he usually does, dusting off his jeans. "Looks fine from where I'm standin'. Actually, got a couple things in mind. Didn't know how ya'd feel 'bout the whole public thing though, so I got an alternative anyhow." He starts digging through his backpack a bit. * Horus looks at Christian inquisitively, but she waits. * Christian smiles at Horus. "Well, I know pizza ain't fancy, but I know ya like it. The big guy gave me some more super established restaurants, but I figured it'd be good to give this a try first 'fore it get made public." * Christian does pull out an insulated pizza box from the backpack, then a bottle of wine with some wrapped glasses. "Ta-da." * Horus laughs. "Nice!" She walks over and picks up the wine, looking at the label. [The wine is a red Italian Zinfandel, and a couple years old. It seems like it was first harvest too. It's not top-shelf, necessarily, but it's definitely up there. The pizza also smells nice and hot and meaty too.] Ain't the best locale, I know, but you can see the skyline, and that's what counts. Plus it's private. Yeah. I've always been a Manhattan girl anyhow. You got chairs in that backpack, too? * Christian grins. "Didn't fit. They're over on the other side though. *Did* wanna surprise ya, y'know." * Christian walks over to the other side of the building at a casual place and pulls out a couple of folding lawn chairs, hefting them over. Man, you *did* give this a lotta thought. * Christian snorts and shrugs. "Hey now. Thinkin' may not be my strong suit, but give me *some* credit. I don't go at anything half-assed and you know it." * Christian grins. " 'side, I was hopin' you'd wear somethin' nice an' it'd be a shame to sit that skirt on this dirty-ass roof, now wouldn't it?" * Horus smirks. "Would at that." She holds her hand out for one of the chairs. * Christian hands it over and unfolds his own chair before finishing setting up the glasses and pouring them, back turned to Horus for a moment. * Horus unfolds her own chair while Christian does that, sets it down so it's fairly sturdy, and has a seat, crossing her legs. The gem in her mask flares briefly, and her feathers and much of the glow wink away. * Christian turns around, handing her a glass. 'Gotta say, you look a helluva lot better than you did the other day." * Horus might be raising an eyebrow, but it's impossible to tell with that mask on her face. "The other day?" she asks as she takes the glass. You said you were fuckin' tired. I don't blame ya. Oh man. I'm *still* fuckin' tired. Wired on like five cups of tea. * Horus has a small sip of the wine, looks at it approvingly, then continues. "Fight took a fuckton outta me. Sewer King alone, then there was that wrestling bitch and the building..." She shakes her head. * Christian sighs and flops in the chair. "You're tellin' me. Runnin' up 7 flights of stairs...god, I ain't never run that fast in close quarters before. It sucks." Yeah... hey, I wanted to ask. What was with that dude with the piano? God, I don't fuckin' *know*. I mean, I thought he wanted me to rescue his fat as hell *wife* or somethin'. But no, there he is tryin' to push out this big fuckin' piano. Probably woulda thrown a piss-fit if we left it behind. Woulda left it if I hadn't thought I could get it out without takin' the buildin' down. That fucker ain't worth it. Media circus or no. No shit. Some things are more important than press. Still... * Christian grins and holds up his glass. "A toast to a night of not havin' to deal with idiots and assholes?" * Horus adopts her white girl voice, imitating a reporter: "Old man, distraught by the loss of his piano, commits suicide only an hour after being saved from a collapsing building." She chinks her glass against Christian's. * Christian clinks back. "A-fuckin'-men." One less on the idiot train for us to deal with. Hate to say it. I'm just fuckin' glad they didn't make a big deal out of my knocking out the little bear cubs. I mean, they were cute and all, but Jesus fucking Christ. * Horus sips. What the fuck *is* it with me and bears anyhow? * Christian sips too. I dunno. Maybe Hyde put some sorta bear attractin' device on ya. * Christian gives Horus a bit of a dirty look that's only half serious. * Christian then snaps out of it a bit. "Aw shit." * Horus blinks. "What? You don't actually have a bear attractin' device, do you?" * Christian snort-laughs. "No." He sighs. "Glad I didn't go through with it. I was tempted ta go through with the parasailin', but I don't know what I was thinkin'." * Christian gestures over to her. "I mean, you fly and shit already. Why the hell would ya wanna do somethin' like that?" Datin' a super's harder than I thought. Well... I could turn it off. Could be kinda fun, but... * Horus grins. "I could take you flying sometime." * Christian snerks. "Well, I gotta say, I come pretty damn close." Y'ain't ever seen me jump full throttle yet. Pretty damned close to flyin'. * Christian grins. "Still could bum off a couple jet skis though. Old man ain't gonna miss 'em." Really? * Horus sounds excited about that. "Never rode one. You think he'd be okay with that?" * Christian laughs. "Worse I'd get is a lecture, and he's always damned soft 'bout it in the end anyway." He usually doesn't care much though. * Horus laughs. "Man, that'd be awesome." She reaches over and snags a slice of pizza, folding it carefully and angling it so it doesn't drip on her clothes. * Christian grins and slaps her lightly on the shoulder. "Damn, never knew you'd be that into it. I mean hell, that was a spurt of the moment thing." * Christian digs through the pack and hands Horus a couple of paper towels to set the pizza on. * Horus shrugs a little. Just a warning... I don't know how to drive. If that has anything to do with drivin' on the water. So? Just checking. Like I said, never rode one. I mean what the fuck's the fun if you don't screw up a bit. I mean Jackie and her whole perfection complex. * Christian huffs after getting some pizza and flops back in the chair. * Horus shrugs a little. "Don't think I'll ever get Hyde." She has a bite of her pizza. "This's good." * Christian grins at her. "Not half-assed, remember?" Ya gonna be good gettin' those clothes wet or gonna wanna grab a suit or somethin' when we go?" I mean, not that I care either way. What, now? * Christian laughs. "Jet skiing." Unless you think your first time ya ain't gonna fall off. * Horus snorts. "No." But uh... yeah, I'd need a suit, and... I don't actually *own* a suit, so I'd haveta buy one. * Horus sounds apologetic. "So rain check on that, I guess." Sorry, I wasn't *that* prepared. Ain't like I got your measurements or anything. * Horus rolls her eyes. "Gonna be a while before you get that, boy." * Christian smiles. ""scool. That's why I brought the box." He then gets wide-eyed for a moment. "Hey! I wasn't askin'. Don't call me boy." * Horus blinks. "Uh, okay." She sounds baffled but not about to press. So instead she eats more pizza. * Christian looks at her for a moment. "What?" I should be askin' you that. Why so defensive? * Christian blinks for a moment. "I wasn't bein' defensive." 'Side, just cause I like lookin' doesn't mean I don't know how to treat a girl. See, you're still defensive. * Christian sighs. "Fine." He takes a sip of his wine. "Just get a little pissed when people treat me like I'm bein' an asshole. Fuckin' guys like that piss me off." Don't worry, ain't pissed at *you*. * Horus shakes her head. "Ain't worried." She has a bite of her pizza and washes it down with a drink of wine, then looks over at the skyline. * Christian chuckles. "Ya still got those moves in ya from Disco Ninja?" * Horus snorts. "No. Got my own moves, thanks." Good. Because that guy was an asshole and had the stupidest fuckin' dancing ever. Gotta say you were still hot, though. * Horus laughs and glances back at Christian. "I'm *always* hot. Comes with the powers." * Christian sips from the glass and grins. "Don't gotta fool me. Don't think no Egyptian god or whatever gave ya moves like that." * Horus laughs again. "Nah, just good genes." She puts more effort into polishing off her slice. * Christian looks over at her. "Definitely good genes from where I'm sittin'." Betcha say that to all the girls. * Christian grins at her. "Ever seen me say it to Abby? Or Redcoat? Jackie?" They ain't girls. Maybe Sis Admin. *She's* kinda hot...just can't decide if that's an avatar or not. * Horus laughs. "That's why you don't say it to her, huh? Ain't no girls on the Internet." Hell no. * Christian laughs back and then gives a pizza toast this time. * Horus pizza toasts! Then nibbles on crust before having a small sip of her wine. * Christian eats too. "Never said it to Hose Bitch either. Though she *was* hot. Hope the fuckin' psycho thing works out for her, though." * Horus shrugs a little. "She got her five minutes. Didn't see anythin' about her, though, so I figure it stuck to the tabloids." * Christian nods. "Yeah, I'm over it, mostly. Still pisses me off a bit but my own fuckin' fault, yeah?" * Horus shakes her head. "Not really." You ain't the one who called over the cameras. * Christian grins as he finishes off his slice and then sets aside his wine glass, stepping next to her chair and holding out his hand. "Ready?" * Horus holds up a finger. She finishes off her crust. "Sorry, hands full," she says, sucking the grease off of her fingers before having another sip of wine and then putting the glass on the ground. * Christian waits surprisingly patient for a Christian. * Horus wipes her hand on her skirt really quickly, then takes Christian's hand and uses it to help her stand. * Christian pulls her up, perhaps a little sharply and grins as he tugs her against him. * Horus yelps a touch in surprise, because face it, Christian's pretty strong. But she goes along easily enough. * Christian grins some more as he wraps an arm around her waist, then lets her go, making his way towards the boombox, calling behind his back. "What kinda music ya into?" * Horus shrugs a little and straightens her hair as Christian goes to the boombox. "Whatcha got?" Got some hip hop, trance, just general dance music. Brought some slower songs too but didn't figure you too much of a girl for that right off the bat. * Horus shakes her head. "Go for somethin' upbeat and easy to dance to. I'm in a good mood." * Christian grins over his shoulder. "No aerial dancin' either. Least not at first. Don't think I'm prepped for that." * Horus laughs. "Ain't ready for the press conference anyhow." * Christian grins and puts in some good easy dance music. He snaps his way back over to her already with a sway to his hips and holds out a hand. * Horus smirks and takes it. * Christian pulls her in and then lets go and starts dancing to the beat. He's not perfect by any means, but he's at least got good motion to his hips and good rhythm. * Horus laughs, dancing herself. She's a little wild about it, letting her hair fly and maybe subconsciously bringing the wind into it as she dances around. There isn't much with the bump and grind here, either - definitely nothing like the last masked girl Christian danced with. But there's a clear sense of rhythm there. * Christian grins as he dances with her. He does take her hand if she'll give it and spin her around to dance close if she'll have it, but doesn't care for the bump and grind either, putting his hands on the skirt as he does so. Isn't like he tries to cop a feel though. * Horus spins easily to get closer to Christian, her skirt flaring out, and puts her hands on his shoulders. She grins up at him as she continues dancing, falling into a more controlled step. * Christian grins at her too, continuing the close step. He seems to be getting a good rhythm going when the CD starts skipping. He frowns a bit and stops. "Goddamn it..." * Horus stops as well. "Hate that fuckin' sound," she says, glancing over. A controlled wind flies by and hits the stop button. Yeah...was goin' so well too. Ah well. * Christian goes over to the boombox and pops the CD player, checking the CD for scratches and such. Hey, don't worry about it. * Horus walks after Christian and looks around his shoulder. Not coincidentally, he can see his CD better. * Christian smiles over his shoulder. "You seemed to be gettin' into it though." He shakes his head. "Yeah, think this one's trashed. I could pop in another one." Go for it. Was just gettin' warmed up. * Christian barks out a laugh. "What I like to hear. Havin' a good time?" What do *you* think? * Christian grins and calls out over his shoulder as he pops in another CD. "Thinkin's not my strong suit, remember?" The music starts up again. A bit of a different beat, but still generally the same tempo. * Horus shakes her head, holding a hand out to Christian. "You know that excuse ain't gonna work for long, right?" * Christian takes the hand back and chuckles. "Hey, ain't like you've called complete bullshit on it." He draws her in for the dancing, slowly picking up his pace for the tempo again. * Horus lets herself get drawn in and starts matching Christian's movements. "I like waitin' until I know a guy a little better before I start calling bullshit to his face." * Christian snickers. "Never thought *you* the type to spare a guy's sensitive ego." * Horus tosses her hair back and looks up at Christian. "Sure, but your ego's what you've really got goin' for ya. Can't deflate it yet." * Christian snorts but looks amused. "Gee, thanks." Any time. * Christian keeps on up with the dancing. "Been thinkin' though...don't want you to worry 'bout back in the field." I can keep it professional. I mean you *know* Jackie'd have a fuckin' field day if she found out. Oh Christ, let's not think about it. 'bout the only person there I might confide in is Abby. Red don't seem too bad, but I don't know her so well... everyone else, they're like my boss. Yeah, I know. Ain't like I haven't flirted with ya before, but still. * Horus nods. "Yeah." And I *really* don't want the press finding out yet, so... * Christian then stops for a moment and looks at her. "Really? Abby?" * Horus stops too. "Yeah? She ain't so bad. Little crazy, but..." She laughs a little. "I think her host kinda keeps her in line." Anyway, we hung out some, not on the field. Why, you got a problem with her? * Horus doesn't sound accusatory, just curious. * Christian shakes his head. "Nah. Just kinda surprised. Didn't think you'd wanna confide it ta anyone." I said *might*, didn't I? Yeah, I know. I ain't got no problem with it. I don't think she's gonna blab it to Solaris or Jackie or whatnot. Like I said, was just a bit surprised. Yeah. Just thinkin', if she flat out asks for some reason, don't wanna lie to her about it so much. * Christian grins and brushes her hair. "Well I wouldn'ta wanted to go out with you if you were a liar." Private's different. You're right though. Let's not think 'bout it. Back to dancin'? * Horus smiles. "Yeah," she says, picking up the pace again. "I'd like that." * Christian gets back into the rhythm of things, picking up easily from where they left off. [And so, they danced the night away.] [Mini End.]