sirenspull_logs | I want to punch you in the face

Who: Lisbeth Salander and Loki
When: After the sirens, March 23rd
Where: An arcade in the North Point Carnival Grounds
Summary: Lisbeth likes to play video games to beat high scores. Enter Loki who will endlessly push her buttons.
Warnings: Language

Lisbeth was tired of running back to her apartment a few minutes before sirens went off before night. She remembered and underground mall being mentioned in one of her posts. Lisbeth searched for it until she found an entrance in Sector 3. She climbed down the steps just before sirens went off for the night and decided that she would spend the night in one of the hotels. She needed a night off from the network anyway. It was filled with people still in denial of their situation. So she wandered around, got a taco at a "Taco Bell" which was absolutely divine to the Swedish girl, until she found a rather colorful place.

She saw numerous video games lining up the walls and people lining up in front of change machines. Dumping her trash on the floor, Lisbeth walked into the arcade. Well this looked fun. Reaching into her pocket, she stood behind a little boy at the change machine to get her quarters.

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Loki being Loki had absolutely zero desire to spend mortal coin at this place, though he did desire to play the games so with a little bit of instantaneous matter displacement- something akin to teleportation though not nearly as vulgar- he pretended to exchange coins and merely scooped up the quarters, depositing them in one pocket of his cargo shorts.

Really, he thought, Youko ought to learn she needn't worry about money when he could do this. Besides, it didn't count as breaking the law and being evil since he'd been brought here against his will.

Sound logic, in his opinion.

Turning, he almost ran into the slender girl behind him, arching a brow to say something mildly insulting he paused as he saw her face.

Then smirked.

And tipped his head.

Finally saying, "Well met, Lisbeth."

Lisbeth hadn't really been paying attention. It wasn't until the boy turned around and it was her turn at the machine that she was brought to attention to whom it was. Her eyes quickly scanned his face, her name registering in her ears. Her eyes widened and her brows furrow in something that looks like horror.

Of course.

What was she expecting? That she would never run into the people on the network? Lisbeth wasn't naive.

Still, Loki's presence unsettled her. He knew her name, for one.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?"

He flicked his fingers at her in a good natured, teasing sort of dismissal, "Tsk, and who would enforce it? Besides, are you not in a place of child's play?"

Loki could tell from her expression that she was surprised to have been found out in person, he leaned in, giving a conspiratorial stage whisper, "I suppose you thought never to be identified in public? How funny then, that you had occasion to, above all, identify yourself to the God of Mischief and Chaos. Do you like a bit of Chaos, Lisbeth? I think you do."

Lisbeth really wasn't expecting this teenage boy to identify himself as such. Then again, she did have a conversation with a person from Hell. She really needed to stop being so surprised by the people she found in Siren's Port. She stayed quiet as she thought about his question seriously.

Yes she did. And no he wasn't going to get an answer.

"It figures a god of mischief and chaos would come in the form of a hormonal teenage boy," she said, changing the subject. "Move." Lisbeth pushed past him and put her loose bills into the change machine. It spit out three dollars in quarters in response.

"Hormonal?" He huffed at her and stepped out of the way as she shoved past him. Loki crossed his arms, "I am not hormonal. I am a god we do not suffer your mortal trivialities."

His huff faded to a grin, "Hey, why don't you play me at a game, if you win, uh- I'll give you something cool." He did intend to cheat and win, of course.

"So you've never gotten a hard-on?" she asked as she collected her quarters. She turned around to face him. "No wonder you have to find ways to get out all that pent up energy." When he challenged her to a game in promise of something 'cool,' she met him with a steely gaze.

"I don't care for a prize," she said. "But I guess we'll see who gets a high score."

He snorted, "Well it isn't broken." Then tipped a smirk at her in amusement, "Why Lisbeth, you are quite direct. I like that. Very little deception in you, I think."

Waving a hand in dismissal for her steely gaze he inclined his head, "For the high score, then. Though do not be terribly upset when I trounce you entirely." And smiled at her in a cross between innocence and utter smug.

"Might as well be if you're not using it for anything else," Lisbeth said, putting a cigarette in her mouth. Just as she lit up, an attendant was passing her. He stopped and plucked it from her mouth. "No smoking here, honey," he said in a condescending tone. "A girl your age shouldn't be smoking these things." Walking off, he put the cigarette in his own mouth.

Lisbeth's eyes followed him, her lips pursed tightly. She had half the mind to go up and jump on his back for assuming she was younger than her 23 years, but she calmed down. She turned back to Loki. "Let's go, asshole," she snapped.

"Technically I'm thirteen, Lisbeth," He arched a brow at her. "And more interested in than ah.... you know." Which was kind of the truth. There were people he found attractive and wanted to know better, but not in a long term sort of way. Or naked sort of way.

He huffed at her and led the way to an arcade double shooter game, "Asshole? Tch. Only to some people." And grinned. "Okay, which side do you want. I will let you pick first in the name of impartiality. Or something."

Lisbeth glanced at the game Loki had chosen first. This should be easy; she knew how to handle a gun pretty well. "Alright," she said indifferently. Lisbeth chose the left side of the arcade game since she was right-handed. She then slipped in her quarters.

He favored his left hand, so this was in his favor. he slipped his ill gotten quarters into the machine and waited for the game to begin. Reload by firing off scree, try to kill all of the chainsaw wielding baddies before they kill you. Impossible to shoot each other.

Except that Lisbeth's gun kept jerking to the side when bad guys approached her. And Loki was grinning. "Such poor aim! You'd never make it as a valkyrie!" And laughed.

Lisbeth had perfect aim every time. But whenever she would pull the trigger, her gun kept jerking to the side. She seethed every time it happened. Meanwhile, Loki's score went higher and higher the more quarters Lisbeth had to put in to continue playing the game because she'd died.

This game was bullshit.

"You're pretty bad at this," He grinned at her, green fire glowing in his irises.

Loki leaned over slightly to nudge her with his shoulder, knocking her aim even more askew. "Lucky I'm here or you would be zombie chow IRL." And the smug was palpable.

Lisbeth refused to look at Loki every time he made a comment because if she did, her glare would surely kill him. She was close to nudging his face with her shoulder if he didn't stop with the teasing. But she took a deep breath and continued to try until she finally died again.

She looked down at her quarters. She didn't want to waste them all on this game.

"Let's play something else. I only have two dollars left."

Loki arched a brow and said, "Lady's choice." Then leaned in, "Of course, it doesn't matter, I'll win anyway. Along with all the bragging rights."

And grinned. But, in his own apologetic way, reached out with his magic and returned her quarters to her from the machine. Was it wrong in his mind? No. If other people could do it, they surely would.

Lisbeth pictured herself pulling on his ear when he leaned in, but she controlled herself. Oddly enough. "We'll see about that, tiny god," Lisbeth said. She was shocked, however, when he returned her quarters she'd spent on the game. Was she supposed to feel guilty? She didn't - in fact, the move brought a smirk to her face.

"Maybe you're not so bad. But how about that one?" She pointed behind Loki to a fighting game. "Best two out of three."

I want to punch you in the face

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omg so I was sitting here thinking I'd replied. I'm so sorry.

LOL s'cool

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