āHey, Claw!ā Ā Vi didnāt even bother knocking as she waltzed into Clawās office; the click of her heels echoing through the hall was enough of an announcement. Ā āHave you gotten that file for the new student yet? Ā Some shmendrik keeps fucking up my mail."
Even on her off nights, Vi liked to hang around the club. Ā Not just for the discounted drinks, but also the music and the electricity that almost seemed to crackle in the air. Ā New York was magical to her in that aspect. Ā The city that never sleeps. Ā Even in the wee hours, the club patrons would still be popping and grinding like they had energy to burn.
The bar was sticky from some drunkard spilling their cocktail everywhere, so Vi was making a beeline for the bathroom to rinse the gunk off her hands. Ā Typically, there was a line stretching as far as the corner of the club for the girlās room, but at the moment there were only three slightly-irritated, slightly-tipsy girls leaning against the wall. Ā Vi held her sticky hands up in a surrender position as she passed them.
āJust using the sink, babes! Ā Donāt kill me!ā
Even with the announcement, she could feel them rolling their droopy-drunk eyes at her.
Vi could see there was at least one girl on the floor of her stall, so she gave the door a light tap with a knuckle.
āOi, honey. Ā You can throw up at home. Ā Got people waiting.ā
What came in reply was a dejected whimper, not even a full word. Ā Typical individuals would have moseyed on, but Vi spent way too much time in this place not to know the difference between a drunk voice and a not-drunk voice. Ā And that was definitely a not-drunk voice. Ā Folding nearly in half, she peered under the door tor try and get a glimpse of the girl in the stall. Ā It was the shoes she recognized. Ā Jimmy Choo knockoffs, cherry red.
āKelsey?ā Ā One of her regulars.
āYahuhā¦ā
āKels, open the door. Ā Whatās with you, hon?ā
Slowly, the Jimmy Choos rose to upright positions and Kelsey unlocked the stall door. Ā Vi liked Kelsey - a pretty grad student with long caramel hair, always ripe with conversation and Michael Jackson requests. Ā But that night her mascara was running down her cheeks and her face was blanched with worry. Ā She may have been sick, but she wasnāt drunk.
āYou got a bun in your oven, donātcha?ā
Biting her lip, Kelsey nodded, crossing over to hang onto the sink ledge for dear life.
āDid you drink anything?ā
āI-I had a shot of tequila, but thatās all, I swear,ā she sputtered.
Vi nodded, believing her.
āI donāt want it, Viā¦I want kids, but not like this. Ā Itās all too soon, a-and I need my degree, andā¦I canāt do all of this by myself.ā
āWell, what the fuck happened to Wes?ā
āH-he hasnāt talked to me since I told him, andā¦ā Ā Kelsey shook her head, unable to finish the thought, but Vi could tell that Wes didnāt want any part of this. Ā Shmendrik. Ā She took Kelsey gently by the shoulders, making her face her.
āListen, hon. Ā You, of all people, are not gonna plotz from this, okay? Ā I wonāt allow it. Ā Iām gonna take you to the clinic tomorrow and get you checked out, and if you really wanna get rid of it, you get rid of it. Ā Got it?ā
Kelsey nodded, looking like someone had lifted the world from her shoulders, and collapsed against Vi in a hug.
sendĀ āā¶ā¶ļøā to get a glimpse at a scene from my museās future. sendĀ āāļøāļøā to get a glimpse at a memory from my museās past.
āYeah, I mainly stick with one of thoseā, he replied, too proud to admit that he had no idea what an Ipod even was. āAgent Vi, nice to meet you, Yes Iām here to focus on expanding my powers as well as getting a formal education. I spent most of my time under water so my mother thought it it would be wise to spend some more time with humans, getting normal schoolingā He liked talking to her, she reminded him a lot of his mother, vivacious and fierce while still being authoritative.Ā āYou have nothing to worry about, I shall remain on my best behavior, I now speak for all atlanteans.ā
Vi almost snorted. Ā āIf your ma wanted you to get ānormalā schooling, she clearly didnāt read the brochure very well. Ā Still, for kids like you, there are worse places she coulda dumped ya. Ā And you definitely wonāt feel like an outsider.ā Ā She patted his cheek with a patronizing grin. Ā
āYou donāt worry either, goy. Ā Youāre young! Ā Youāre free! Ā Take advantage of it!ā Ā Falling back a step, she tapped on her desk with a fingernail. Ā āAnd if you ever wanna gab, or ya need a condom or somethinā, Iām right here...usually.ā
Arthur waited on this unusual lady. He was told before arriving that this academy was professional and he was suppose to be on his best behavior as royalty. maybe this place wasnāt so bad. ā Its been a long time since I heard the radio.ā He waited for her to find his name and though it felt nice to meet strangers who didnāt know his name, he felt it best to be courteous and show royal etiquette.Ā āIām Arthur Curry, I just arrived from Posidonis.āĀ
āMore of an iPod guy, eh?ā she asked, cocking one hip. Ā āI flip flop, if Iām honest - aha! Ā Arthur Curry! Ā Yes!ā Ā Vi snapped her fingers, finally getting to his folder and pointing to his ID photo just inside the flap. Ā āKnew I recognized your mug.ā Ā She offered out a handshake. Ā āIām Agent Vi. Ā Call me anything else and Iāll string you up by your toes. Ā Or...ā Ā She gave his file another quick glance. Ā ā...gills, as it were. Ā You doing any power training this year?ā
Arthur knocked on the door but the music was too loud. He couldnāt believe someone would listen to someone who sang so terribly.Ā āHello?ā He pushed the door open and realized that the music wasnāt coming from the radio.Ā āOhā¦oh Iām sorry, I wasā¦never mind.āĀ
āBig wheel keep on turninā...Proud Mary keep on - ah!ā Ā Vi was brought back down to reality when the young man walked into her office, and leaned over to flip off the radio. Ā āNo need to apologize. Ā Sometimes ya just gotta jam out, yāknow?ā Ā Giving him a proper once over, she furrowed her brow slightly. Ā That face...she had seen his picture not long ago.
āWait wait wait, donāt tell me-!ā Ā Vi produced a bulk of folders from a draw in her desk and started flipping through them haphazardly, humming to herself. Ā āYou are you are you are...ā
āLeft a good job in the cit-ay...workinā for the man evāry night and day...but I never lost one minute of sleepinā...worried ābout the way things might have been...!ā Ā Vi wasnāt exactly Tina Turner herself, but what she lacked in raw skill, she made up for in enthusiasm.
Of course one worries about getting older - weāre all fearful of death, letās not kid ourselves. Iām simply not panicking as my laugh lines grow deeper. Who wants a face with no history, no sense of humor?
Māgann closed her eyes as she hugged the woman, standing in her embrace as she relished in the compliments. She stayed this way for a few moments before she realized what Vi had said, prompting her to open her eyes wide and shoot a worried look up to the agent.Ā āWait he wonāt really do that to me, will he?ā She said worriedly.
āHeehee!ā She giggled as she jumped forward, giving Vi a hug before realizing what she was doing. Um, sorry. Iām just a little excited that I did well. She smiled slightly awkwardly as she took a few steps back.Ā
āI think I might have over did it thoughā¦ā She looked back at the hole in the floor, peppered with metal parts.Ā āMaybe I need to work on my finesse a little more.ā She thought aloud to Vi with a laugh as she scratched her head.
āOh, for fuckās sake, Megz-!ā Vi groaned, pulling the girl back into her embrace. Ā āIām not Johnny, yāknow. Ā I'm not gonna incinerate you if yātouch me.ā
āFinesse, shminesse,ā she countered with a toss of her hand. Ā āDid you see the way you crushed those things? Ā Pure talent. Ā Donāt sell yourself short.ā
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