#lithium lilac

[lithiumlilac]

my ponysona! :3 she's a gifted magic user... but only with one type of magic. you can read her bio on the deviantart post if you're bored or curious ✨

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[the-jet-star]

Mucho gusto

Jet had been running around Battery City most of the day, hiding from Dracs and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W as he tried his hand at getting some supplies from the various vending machines around the city.

Jet’s not a hacker. He’s better with his hands than he is with computers, and the team knows that, so he has no idea why they trusted him with the Vend-A-Hack and to go to Bat-City alone. Nonetheless, he agreed after he had fucked off and been drunk off his ass for days on end, so he felt he owed it to the team.

He looks left to right then behind him before walking up to a vending machine that is miraculously alone and hooks up the device to try and get some water out of it since his canteen has been dangerously low for a while now. As he presses a couple buttons here and there, he hears the machine clanking and he holds his breath as he waits for the water that doesn’t come down the slot. Instead, he’s met with a pack of batteries. He growls at the machine and the device in his hands, even though deep down he knows it’s his own fault that he didn’t get what he desperately needs.

Suddenly he feels a hand trail across his shoulder and down his back, he quickly reaches for his ray gun and turns fast and is face-to-face with a woman with bright purple hair. 

“¿Que onda, novato?” (What’s up, noob?) She asks, voice sultry as she puts her hand back on his shoulder. “Having troubles stealing from Better Living?” The woman has a thick accent, from somewhere in Latin America. She’s obviously sneaky, observant and pretty. 

No, Jet. Don’t be fooled by how pretty she is. Keep your guard up. He thinks and takes a step back, holding the ray gun up at her. “I’m …” he has no lie on tap to cover for the fact that he has the Vend-A-Hack in his hands and attached to the machine. “What are you, some sort of BLI lackey or something? Just ghost me already.”

It’s bold coming from a killjoy who’s obviously a little more than flustered. Lila just laughs and shakes her head. “I am not with Better Living if that is what you are saying,” she says, amusement evident in her tone. “Just another killjoy looking to steal. You obviously need some help, and I can provide it.”

She holds her hand out toward the device in his hand and lifts an eyebrow. “What is the thing that you need? I can get it for you with no problems.” 

Jet just stares at her and reluctantly hands her the device, gun still pointed at her. “Water,” he utters, throat dry and making his voice rougher than he intended.

He’s not sure why, but it’s kind of hot that she’s not freaked out that he’s threatening her with it. He watches dumbly as she presses some buttons, seemingly at random on the machine. A few clunking sounds and three bottles of water fall out of it and Lila is grinning over at him.

“Así es como se roba de las máquinas,” (this is how you steal from the machines) she says, thinking he doesn’t understand her. Her fingers are a blur on the hacking device as soon as Jet grabs the bottles of water and is pouring them into his canteen after chugging half of one.

“Nomas porque no se hacer esto no significa que no soy bueno para otras cosas,” (just because I don’t know how to do this doesn’t mean I’m not good at other things) he mutters as he watches her, wondering what she might be stealing now.

It’s now Lila’s turn to look slightly bewildered at Jet-Star and she tuts at him. “Con qué sabes hablar Español, novato. Muy bien. Así no gasto mi Inglés.” (So you speak Spanish, noob. Good. I don’t have to waste my English). The machine makes some thudding sounds and a ray gun emerges, along with some ammo and batteries.

Jet can’t say he isn’t impressed by her skills. “Bella y eficiente,” (Pretty and efficient) he acknowledges. 

“Gracias, guapo.” (Thanks, handsome). She hands the Vend-A-Hack back to him and quickly puts the things into her bag before disappearing around the corner and Jet chases after her. There are still some things he needs to hack other machines for, and he really could use her help.

[//from this point on, assume their entire conversation is in Spanish]

“Wait!” he calls out to her as he rushes to her side. It helps that he’s got long legs. She’s maybe about 6 inches shorter than he is, but it’s not like she was in a hurry, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up to her.

Lila doesn’t stop walking as she makes her way through alleyways and around seemingly random corners. Walking slow enough to not attract attention. She’s lucky her hair is the same as porno-droids. If she strips her jacket off, she could pretend she is one if someone from BLI came across her. 

“What do you want, noob?” her tone is light, no real malice to it. She is a little frustrated that she seems to have picked up a puppy.

“First off, thanks for helping me back there,” Jet starts. “I would’ve been stuck there for ages.”

Lila nods, waiting to find out what he really wants at this point. Maybe he does think she’s a porno droid. Except, from what she’s encountered, they don’t have accents and don’t speak another language.

“I was wondering if you could hack a few other machines for me? And you can take whatever you want while you’re doing it?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some cash. “I can also pay you.” 

Lila nods. “Follow me,” she turns another corner and leads him to another vending machine. Once she’s hacking the machine for the things Jet says he needs she offhandedly introduces herself. “The name’s Lithium Lilac. Lila (pronounced Leela) for short.”  “Jet-Star,” the man says as he holds his hand out to shake hers.  Lila takes his hand and tugs him to her to give him a side hug. “I’m a hugger,” she says against his chest. “Did you know that people need at least 12 hugs a day?” Jet hums as he wraps an arm around her. “I didn’t.” She pulls back and pushes a few more buttons on the device before the machine is clunking and the gauze and candy Jet had asked for come out.  “Thanks,” he grins as he leans down to pick them up.  “No problem. See ya later, noob.” And she’s walking away again.

“Mucho gusto,” Jet waves when she turns to do the same before disappearing around a corner. He’ll have to remember her next time he’s sent to hack vending machines.