Baltimore, Sunday Night

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Banzai rarely patrolled Sunday nights, taking the night off to rest and prepare for the upcoming week, but since she'd bailed on patrolling on Friday, it seemed only fair to make up for it tonight instead. Crime around the club and various campuses would be lower, but there were still plenty of drug deals, muggings, and various other, more dangerous crimes for her to stop instead. And it wasn't like Banzai was going to miss spending extra time manhandling drunk idiots into cabs and breaking up fights in alleys over stupid bullshit the participants couldn't even remember four steps away from the club itself.

The Ukranian mafia had all but vanished from the city over the past few months; apparently losing the Butcher was enough to convince them that Baltimore wasn't worth the effort. In a way, Banzai almost missed them; they were good practice for when she'd be going up against the Seventeens in LA eventually. Patrolling around Stanford (if she got in, please God let her get in) probably wasn't going to be all that much effort, so she was already making plans to portal down to LA proper at least once a month to get in a proper patrol.

Spotting Jewels, one of the working girls that was part of Banzai's loose confederation of informants, Banzai swung down from the rooftop to land on light feet nearby. Always good to check in, see if Jewels had heard of anything going down, make sure that no one was bothering her, pass along money and supplies to stay in Jewels' good graces, all that good stuff.

It felt good to get out and patrol. For all her speeches about wanting to do good for the people around her and make the world a better place, Banzai had to admit that the real reason she ran around in rainbows with a bokken on her back and rope darts in her belt was a lot more selfish. What could she say?

She loved this.

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"Aw, we got a server who knows his shots?"

Dante downed his fast, too.

"... Fuck, yeah, we do."

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Much better topic, too, considering Dante's usual patience for the philosophy of superheroing.

"I want, like, another twelve of these," Kathy declared, biting into her cherry. "This is a way better dessert than whatever they had on the menu."

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"It is kinda a bar," Dante said. He just popped the whole cherry in his mouth - no reason to take that slow. "But damn, he's got taste."

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"I'd say so," Kathy said, smiling at him. "But then, I know how he's going to spend the rest of the evening, so it's not like this is a surprise."

Look, for all the shit they gave one another, Kathy was willing to give credit where credit was due and Dante had a lot going for him as a casual lover.

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Though not up to and including being able to stomach the term 'casual lover' if it was ever directed towards him out loud.

"Does that make you my sex cheerleader tonight?" Dante wondered.

Different from 'sexy cheerleader'. They could do that another time.

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Don't worry, Kathy would always default to 'booty call' out loud. Unless she were feeling really affectionate and decided to upgrade him to 'fuck buddy.'

"You're just lucky I didn't start offering references while he was setting down our food," Kathy said. "I mean, you did move me to poetry that one time."

Dirty limerick. Still counted.

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"I could've distracted him," Dante mused. "'Course, then it definitely would've been the toilets."

And don't you start again with your 'always having had a place to bang' privilege, Kathy.

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Hey! Kathy'd gotten fucked right and proper in an alleyway once! For Dante's stupid stereo, no less!

"Remind me to hold out for head in the coat check when we finally end up fucking in public," Kathy declared.

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And she was lecturing him about hygiene?

Dante laughed. "Deal," he said. "If you've gotta be picky."

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She'd been up against a wall and hadn't had to touch the ground?

"I'll find a way to make it up to you," Kathy promised, pushing the last few onion rings over to 'his' side of the plate. "Just not in the toilets."

An alley was still a possibility, though.

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Hey, onion rings. Cool. Dante secured them for himself before he focused on replying. "We'll find somewhere," he said. "You think we get double points if we fuck in an alley at Stanford?"

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Kathy beamed. "At least," she said. For one thing, just finding an alley would be a suitable challenge, probably. Kathy had seen pictures of the campus; it wasn't a goddamn castle, but it was over 8000 acres of palm trees and stonework and money. "Though we may have to settle for fucking on a sorority rooftop instead or something."

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"Somebody's got to teach those sorority girls how to do it," Dante said, pointing at her with an onion ring. "Good idea."

Then he ate it.

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"I figure it's like the demonstration during the lecture, right before you go in and give them a little bit of hands on training," Kathy said, before picking up her last burger. This one, she was full enough to savor. "Of course, if I only get into UCLA, there will be plenty of alleys around there. So that works out."

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"I guess it's too much to ask either of those is a party college," Dante sighed, sitting back with the remains of his beer. He was done now.

Could still eat more, but.

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"I mean, I am such a party girl and all, I could see where you might get that," Kathy drawled. "Though UCLA is big enough that there are probably going to be parties to go to all the time, even if it isn't primarily a party school." She winked at Dante. "Don't worry. You're too pretty to be bored for long. Even if I'm being lame, someone will come along and show you a good time."

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"At least there's that," Dante mused. "College girls are hot."

Admittedly part of the reason he thought so because he was a high school boy.

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"And so are college boys, I hear," Kathy said, also because she was in high school. It was going to be such a letdown to realize that college students were just high schoolers with a few more years on them. "I'm glad one of us will be sleeping our way across campus. You'll have to keep a ratings list so I know who to go after."

Be her sex Yelp, Dante.

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Dante snickered. "I'll keep an eye out for the hot bi guys," he promised. "The ones who know how to handle themselves."

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"Forget themselves, I want to know they can handle me," Kathy said. "I'm a handful sometimes. In the right places anyway."

As well he knew.

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"Maybe I should just start takin' interviews," Dante said, grinning. "'How'd you do banging a multi-orgasmic gymnast who likes dirty stories'?"

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"Must be willing to share," Kathy said, trying not to laugh. "After you give them the practical exam, you can evaluate and critique their performance."

Kathy, no. This way lay only madness.

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"Just gotta tell you right now, skill at blowjobs doesn't always match up to skill eating people out," Dante said sagely.

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"Truth," Kathy sighed. "I'm good at one and never done the other myself. Clearly 'willingness to take instruction' should be a trait you interview for."

This was going to lead somewhere incredibly obnoxious in the future and Kathy had only herself to blame.

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Post-its. It would start with post-its.

"You have to be this aware of the clit to ride," Dante proposed.