Room 508 to Baltimore, Friday Night
Sep. 25th, 2015 08:09 amKathy studied herself in the mirror, frowning slightly. She had done a lot of stuff as Banzai, but trying to infiltrate the mafia in disguise was a whole new level of scary. If she messed up, the Ukrainians would know a lot more about her than she really wanted them too--like what she looked like, as just one exciting example. But this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up; they were recruiting locals under the guise of a motorcycle drag race, with the top performers invited to a very exclusive party--so exclusive that no matter how hard she tried, Kathy couldn't get the location. Over the past year, she'd managed to create a decent circle of street-level informants and yet no one could tell her anything besides what was 'public' knowledge: an illegal drag race, with plenty of money to be made from betting, and an excellent afterparty for the winners. That was it.
It was all very frustrating as hell.
Even the race itself was frustrating. If it had at least been a drag race with cars, Kathy might have been able to put her Driver's Ed experience into play...somehow. She was still lacking a car, but she would have at least known how to race. Ish. Maybe. But this was a motorcycle race, and Kathy had one hour of experience driving one of those from several years ago. That would get her exactly nowhere. If she had more time, she might even have been able to appeal to Parker or Eliot for help, but she'd just gotten the message that everything was going down tonight.
Kathy didn't often swear, but this whole situation deserved quite a hearty "God dammit!"
Her current plan was to dress like a biker bunny, head to where the race was going to take place, and hope to insinuate herself in the group that got brought to the party. Yeah, she could foresee no problems with that, sure.

[Primarily for one, but open to the roomie beforehand if she so chooses. Everything that happens after they leave the island is NFB for distance.]
It was all very frustrating as hell.
Even the race itself was frustrating. If it had at least been a drag race with cars, Kathy might have been able to put her Driver's Ed experience into play...somehow. She was still lacking a car, but she would have at least known how to race. Ish. Maybe. But this was a motorcycle race, and Kathy had one hour of experience driving one of those from several years ago. That would get her exactly nowhere. If she had more time, she might even have been able to appeal to Parker or Eliot for help, but she'd just gotten the message that everything was going down tonight.
Kathy didn't often swear, but this whole situation deserved quite a hearty "God dammit!"
Her current plan was to dress like a biker bunny, head to where the race was going to take place, and hope to insinuate herself in the group that got brought to the party. Yeah, she could foresee no problems with that, sure.

[Primarily for one, but open to the roomie beforehand if she so chooses. Everything that happens after they leave the island is NFB for distance.]
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Date: 2015-09-25 12:15 pm (UTC)Couple floors up, and he was near Kathy's. Might as well stick his head in and maybe follow up on--
"What the fuck?"
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Date: 2015-09-25 12:22 pm (UTC)"Hi, Dante," Kathy said, looking over her shoulder to nod him inside. "What the fuck what?"
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Date: 2015-09-25 12:43 pm (UTC)Looking amused, of course.
"You think there's superhero fetish clubs already?"
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Date: 2015-09-25 12:49 pm (UTC)Wait. Kathy was putting her projectile plans aside for a moment.
"Dante, do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"
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Date: 2015-09-25 12:55 pm (UTC)He managed to at least restrain himself from mentioning it had involved dubiously-legally-acquired motorcycles at the time.
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Date: 2015-09-25 12:58 pm (UTC)"Good enough to race?" she pressed. "Good enough to win?"
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Date: 2015-09-25 01:02 pm (UTC)The quarter dropped.
"Wait, are you trying to get into a street race?" he said. "Talk about out of your fucking depth, Kat." Beat. "But yeah, probably." He had no idea. Being pretty sure there was no way riding a motorcycle could kill you helped, though.
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Date: 2015-09-25 01:13 pm (UTC)On the one hand, he gave absolutely no shit about her anti-mafia crusade. On the other hand, this afternoon had been starting to look kind of boring.
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:02 pm (UTC)Mostly because she hadn't thought of it. But since he was here, well, she could hardly look a gift Dante in the...mouth?
"But yes. You race. I tag along as your plus-one. You get me into the party. Then you can bail to do whatever you want with the rest of your evening." And Kathy would do her best not to get caught poking around.
Win-win for everybody!
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:05 pm (UTC)What? There were worse ways to spend an evening, and maybe he'd even get laid with someone he hadn't met yet.
"'Course, we'll need to lift a bike first."
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:17 pm (UTC)If Dante didn't manage to get it blown up to begin with.
"Then we have a plan," he said merrily. Entertainment for today: settled. "Let me go get my coat, I'll see you at the causeway."
He turned around without waiting for an answer.
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:35 pm (UTC)Kathy was tempted to toss a line from
meta for-Clerks at Dante's retreating back, but refrained. He was helping her, after all. Instead she put the last finishing touches on her makeup, grabbed her bag, and headed for the causeway. She practiced her walk on the way there; she wouldn't be able to move at her usual brisk pace once they were at the party. She had to fit in, to seem like she was the kind of girl who'd attend that kind of party for fun. Less a stride and more a strut, really.This was so much more complicated than just patrolling rooftops, damn.
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:39 pm (UTC)It was the principle of the thing.
"You gonna turn that frown upside down?"
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Date: 2015-09-25 03:06 pm (UTC)He tilted his head at her speculatively, thinking about this.
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Date: 2015-09-25 03:11 pm (UTC)Should she be nervous?
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Date: 2015-09-25 03:19 pm (UTC)And that was more or less the point where he went in for the kiss, at least if she let him.
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