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@cora-mciver
“Didn’t think you’d want me to ask,” Cora teased in return. “But if you want, I’m open to you letting me know what it is. If I know your name, would my trying to figure you out be a little less terrible?” She shook her head, clearly amused. “Mine is Cora. We can be on even ground, then.” She couldn’t even be sure she would get a real name- in fact, why hadn’t she used a fake name herself? But it felt as if lying to this woman would be fruitless- why bother?
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“Sometimes I like to think I’ve still got it,” Cora responded coyly. She waited for the woman to continue before coming up with her own response, blue eyes focused entirely on the other’s gaze. “I can’t disagree with that mindset. Well, I can already tell we both don’t trust easily based on this conversation- and it makes us look suspicious, even cold-hearted to other people. But I’m sure you have as good a reason as me for that- I just won’t ask why, because I sure as hell hate it when other people try to figure me out too.”
“You have some interesting admirers,” she said, wondering just what other fascinating compliments Xavier might have received in addition. “Oh, you’re too nice to me. But I guess it could be worse- I could be someone’s Grandma Gertrude despising anything that isn’t patriotic or chaste. Oh, you make an embarrassing yet true point- but hey, I’ve been without injury for a few weeks now!”
“You have a point,” Cora agreed, amused by the thought of just what condition the man would have ended up in if the two women had decided to take him on. “Want to go get a drink? Since I didn’t get to punch the asshole I need something to occupy me.”
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“Maybe if I was born in the late nineteenth century and knew John White Alexander,” Cora remarked, glancing in amused interest at the man beside her. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a few months, but I didn’t think you’d forgotten just exactly how I look.”
Cora couldn’t help the way she reacted to Alex getting punched, almost throwing herself into the fight. But Alex was quick, and gave his assailant a nice swing to the face. She looked down in disgust at the man on the ground, groaning and holding his face. “Looks like we won’t be getting drinks after all- asshole.” She turned to the crowd, giving them the most nonchalant expression she could muster. “You can all leave. ‘Justice has been served’, or whatever you want me to say.” Some of the crowd drifted off and she gave the lingerers a harsher glare, causing them to jump and scurry off. She turned to Alex, a little awkward but thankful for his intervention nonetheless. “Are you okay? He hit you pretty hard...”
“Do I?” she asked, a teasing glint in her observant eyes. “You came to me, of all people, for fun? Come on, now.” She couldn’t help the smirk that spread her lips, amused by his response. While she didn’t disbelieve it, it was a bit of stretch that night. “You know I don’t watch tv, Marcus.”
She brought her body closer to his, her face inching closer to his while she looked into his eyes, that smirk still present. When their lips were barely a centimeter away from each other, she parted hers. “Unless, of course, you’d much rather watch something,” she suggested in a barely audible tone, her eyes flickering to his lips before landing back on his gaze. “Would you?”
“I don’t get along with most people- but I guess you could say that,” came the wry response. “Sure. He did? Well, that’s interesting. If you want to check out his place, I know where he hides his key.”
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