Baltimore, Monday Night

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Dante and Kathy's evening out in Baltimore--she was a little hesitant to call it a date, per se--couldn't have come at a better time. A night out not thinking about the weekend was pretty much exactly what the doctor ordered. And if not thinking about the weekend happened to include a long motorcycle ride through Baltimore at speeds other people might consider 'unsafe' ('insane' might not have been entirely incorrect, either), a stop at the bar for some drinks, and the promise of much more excitement to come, well, then who was Kathy to argue?

"So, where to after this?" Kathy asked, feeling flushed and warm from the drinks and company in about equal measure. "I could show you some of my favorite places around Baltimore, but most of them are just, like, places that it's fun to ambush drug dealers and stuff."

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Kathy could walk! It might have taken her a minute or so to get herself going and she couldn't even begin to approach her normal speed, but she could walk. Less said about how she got down to street level the better, but the important thing was that she got there.

And so several minutes later--probably several minutes longer than Dante expected--she was puttering the bike over to the edge of the gathered crowds, away from where the fire engines were even now screaming up to the curb.

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Dante'd picked up his coat on the way, too. He slipped out of the crowd with the hood pulled over his head, which was more of an ingrained instinct than any real fear the police were going to identify and grab him here.

"You good enough to last until the Fandom clinic, or do you need a hospital?" he said, walking up to the bike.

He didn't trust hospitals.

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"I'm okay," Kathy said. "I just need some time to rest and fluids and all that good stuff and I'll be all right. Definitely no hospital. Let the paramedics focus on the people who are actually injured."

A couple of little burns barely counted!

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"Fine," Dante said. Because again: didn't fucking trust hospitals. Happy to avoid them, unless Kathy was bleeding out or something. "Scoot."

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It wasn't that Kathy mistrusted hospitals, per se, but she really didn't want to have to explain what she'd been doing in the building, especially since the explosion itself was likely suspicious.

She slid backwards, leaving plenty of room for Dante to sit. "We, ahh, might want to go a little slower back to the island," she told him. "I don't know if I can keep my seat if we try to break the sound barrier again. Sorry."

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Dante slid her a look over his shoulder this time. "I figured," he said, sliding into the seat and hitting the throttle again.

But not nearly as hard.

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Kathy wrapped her arms around him, holding much more tightly than she had when they'd been laughing at the speed limit, and rested her head on the broad expanse of his back.

"Pissed?" she asked.

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"Yep."

That shouldn't really be a surprise.

It wasn't even really so much that the night was ruined; it was just because that had been so. Fucking. Dumb.

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They had saved lives; at least one, perhaps as many as four. Kathy was willing to be dumb if those were the rewards.

"Okay," she said softly, and relaxed against him. He could yell or curse or whatever he wanted when they got back to the island. Until then, Kathy was going to rest. She was absolutely exhausted.