Post by Chris Grayson on Feb 2, 2016 17:54:36 GMT -6
Fucking watch me. That's too badass bad. I'm sure you'd get some badass delving. And of course I'm badass high quality shit. So you better not mess with badass me. I already look badass enough to outshine anyone in that club. I only hope you can be a quarter as badass as me. See you there, badass.
Post by Riley Forrester on Feb 2, 2016 18:02:11 GMT -6
You're a dick, you know that?
Fine shitlord, I'll watch my step.
And try to be as "badass"
See you in a bit
And so after that glorious texting battle, Riley was standing outside the Pulse, waiting patiently for her friend. Friend? More like best friendly jerk. Riley decided as she leaned against the wall and tried to find Chris. She was on time for once, yet he was nowhere to be found. If he was late she'd be sure to give him a helluva lot of grief for it after those texts.
Post by Chris Grayson on Feb 2, 2016 18:09:28 GMT -6
I'm not just a dick. I'm a big badass dick. You better watch your step and clean your boots, cause I'm getting this shit all over. See you soon.
After that wonderful conversation, Chris had hauled himself out of bed and gotten dressed in casual attire. It wasn't that hard for him to make his way down to Kalispell after that. Soon he found himself approaching the club, shifting one of his leather giants. He eventually spotted Riley and approached.
"Hey bitch. You ready to go?"
It wasn't really a question, but Chris could care less as he eyed the line inside. Getting in the club was always annoying, but he knew lines typically meant more people. To him, more people only ended up being more fun. He could hear the music too, and he most certainly approved.
"You better have some way to get us inside." She said, looking at Riley with a smirk. "Don't even put the responsibility on me. You're the one who can actually charm the bouncer into letting us inside. Unless he's gay of course; then I'll give it a shot. Surely he can't resist something this badass."
Post by Riley Forrester on Feb 2, 2016 18:15:21 GMT -6
Annnnd there he was. Riley was upset she wouldn't be able to give him hell for being late, but she was genuinely glad to see him. It'd been a while since they last hung out, and Riley sort of missed his roguish, mean charm and personality. In a weird way it was refreshing. "Course. You?"
Riley glanced at the line inside before looking back at Chris as he spoke. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled, shaking her head. "Course I've got a plan. And if I put the responsibility on you, we'd be outside until tomorrow." She said with a lopsided grin. "But I don't even need to charm. I'm talking with the manager about being a DJ here, so they're being extra nice. Still think I might work at Tink's though."
Ignoring his badass comment, Riley headed inside and got them through the doors. She had to admit the place was nice. She was glad Chris had picked it. "Drink?" She asked, slowing down near the bar area before they'd actually go to the dancing section.
Post by Chris Grayson on Feb 3, 2016 10:38:57 GMT -6
”Of course. I was born ready.”
It’d been a while since the two had genuinely gone out to do something together, but the fact did nothing to quell Chris’s attitude. He would never admit how much he valued their friendship; that just wasn’t Chris’s way. However he definitely was smiling.
"Course I've got a plan. And if I put the responsibility on you, we'd be outside until tomorrow.”
Chris raised an eyebrow himself and stared at Riley. Contrary to popular belief he actually was a little responsible, although that wasn’t truly saying much. She snorted and rolled his eyes.
"But I don't even need to charm. I'm talking with the manager about being a DJ here, so they're being extra nice. Still think I might work at Tink's though.”
Chris snickered and shook his head, eyeing the girl with a wide smirk across his face.
“So you’re not against using them for your own benefits? And here I thought I was the asshole.” He shook his head. “Not really complaining though. It benefits me too.” He admitted with a shrug. “Also, Tink’s? So you’re going to work for the lesbian club yet you claim you’re not trying for pants delving? Somehow I’m not convinced.”
Even as he said it, he knew Riley probably had been telling the truth. He didn’t know all the details, but he remembered she’d gone through a recent breakup. From what he could pull from his memory, it had been pretty serious. She hadn’t told him too much about it, but he wasn’t about to pester her for the information. Part of him figured that might be why Riley had wanted to go out.
"Drink?”
Chris glanced over once they got inside the club itself. He smirked and turned his head back to Riley.
“That even a question? Hell yes. Just get me whatever, since you’re the senior here grandma.” He raised a hand and pointed warning at Riley. “Although don’t get me any nasty shit. I know you. You’ll do it just to be an ass. So get me whatever you’re getting.”
Post by Riley Forrester on Feb 4, 2016 10:43:18 GMT -6
RIley rolled her eyes but headed in for the club anyways. She knew Chris was confident bordering on cocky, but by now she'd learned that his bravado was sort of his way of being 'affectionate.' It was like the too-cool big brother that actually had your back despite claims to the contrary. He was basically a big tsundere or something. Am I using that right? Jeez I need to catch back up on anime. Riley thought before realizing that was probably the dorkiest thought she'd had in a long while. But she ripped herself from her thoughts to listen to Chris. Which then had her huffing but smiling a little despite herself.
"You are the asshole. Oh sorry, the 'badass' asshole." She adding, taunting. "And you better not be complaining buster or I'll leave you outside to wait in line." She was definitely kidding, since that would be a really shitty thing to do to her friend. Still, it was nice to be able to hold it over his head. Until he mentioned Tink's and Riley rolled her eyes. "Look just cause you'd be trying to pick up chicks even though they're more interesting in each other doesn't mean I'll be doing that. I actually want to try Dj-ing. I think it would be pretty fun." Riley really wasn't looking for a 'good time.' More like she was just looking to have fun without her pants coming off.
Then there came the drink part and Riley had to laugh. "Darn you foiled my brilliant plan!" She said dramatically before shaking her head. "Watch yourself you whippersnapper. Otherwise the only thing you'll be getting is apple juice." Riley warned with a grin before heading over to the bar. Should she have enjoyed the fact she was older and could therefore restrain his alcohol consumption? Probably not this much, but whatever. Hell half the time people assumed Chris was older. He definitely looked older, at least to Riley. Must've been all that bulk.
Eventually she came back and handed him a White Russian, because she'd honestly had no idea what to get and just went for it since it was there. "There. I got it too so you can't kill me or anything." She said before taking a drink from hers. God she had felt tense. Only seconds later she was feeling looser. Was she really so tense still?
Post by Chris Grayson on Feb 4, 2016 16:37:41 GMT -6
”Damn right, which is why even if you tried leaving me I’d find my way in. So yeah, nice try Riley. Work on your threats.” He grinned cheekily and shook his head. ”Besides, who the hell still uses the word 'buster' anymore? Get with the damn times, you dinosaur.”
Sometimes Chris couldn’t help but snicker at Riley’s dork nature. Despite her looks, the thing he defined her by was her dorkish punk nature that vastly overpowered everything else. Plus she was a nice girl who actually liked him as a friend; a fact that still bewildered Chris.
"Look just cause you'd be trying to pick up chicks even though they're more interesting in each other doesn't mean I'll be doing that.”
Even though part of him figured it was true, Chris still gave Riley a look, his smirk still sitting firmly on his lips.
"I actually want to try Dj-ing. I think it would be pretty fun.”
Even though Chris had no idea what it would be like nor really cared, he nodded along with Riley’s statement.
”Whatever you say. Long as you like it I guess.”
He wasn’t about to question her choices unless one seemed particularly asinine. So far from what he’d seen Riley had proven herself to actually hold common sense. It was more than Chris would say for most people he met.
"Darn you foiled my brilliant plan!”
Chris snorted and shook his head, but there was no denying he was smirking all over again at her antics.
"Watch yourself you whippersnapper. Otherwise the only thing you'll be getting is apple juice.”
Now that made Chris raise an eyebrow, staring at Riley and holding her gaze with his own.
”You get me fucking apple juice and I’m going to flip the bar over.” He warned. ”Don’t make this young ‘whippersnapper’ angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry."
Granted, Riley had actually seen him angry and escaped without a scratch mainly because she wasn’t his target. Still, he knew she didn’t like it so he would try not to fly off the handle around her; emphasis on “try.” Once Riley returned with the drinks, Chris took it the moment it was offered.
"There. I got it too so you can't kill me or anything.”
Specifically for that reason, Chris made a great show of sniffing the drink and testing it gingerly. After licking his lips, he stared at Riley for a heartbeat.
”I guess you can live another day.”
After that, Chris nearly downed half the drink in one gulp. He shook his head when he finally took a breath, feeling the liquid head to his stomach. Then he stared at Riley and gestured for them to move.
”Alright miss sunshine. Let’s go dirty dancing. After we can’t feel our feet, you are telling me what the hell you’ve been up to. Got it?”
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2016 16:40:12 GMT -6 by Chris Grayson
Post by Riley Forrester on Feb 5, 2016 16:31:10 GMT -6
"Hey just cause I'm old fashion doesn't make me a dinosaur. Besides a lot of people like it. Adds to my charm. Something you desperately need." Riley returned with a grin. "And screw you I can threaten just fine. I just don't feel like it right now. So shut your trap and let's go." Yeah truth be told she didn't really have too great of a threat to hold against the guy. I mean, what was she supposed to do against a guy with superhuman strength?? The least she could do is scare the hell out of him, but she also wasn't really wanting to risk taking a blow to the face, even if Chris didn't mean to. Better safe than sorry.
Chris didn't really say much on her Dj-ing thing, but Riley was expecting that. He wasn't the most outwardly supportive guy. If he fought it was stupid, he'd tell her as much. She knew that from experience. But still she valued him well, which was why despite his prickles she was buying him a drink. She had to smirk at his warning, although she knew he actually could flip the bar. With ease too. "Calm your tits man." She said with a snicker before heading over to get him something.
Once she gave him the drink, Riley raised an eyebrow at his comment. "Oh thaaaaanks kind sir. I appreciate it so much." She teased. She had to watch with amusement when he down half of his and was already heading for the dance floor. Although she did agree with them catching up. "Alright captain. Lead the way and I'll gladly follow."
Post by Chris Grayson on Feb 6, 2016 14:33:50 GMT -6
"I've got more charm in my goddamn ass then you'd have in four of you combined. That's why so many people kiss it. It's that charming." Chris replied with a shit-eating grin of his own. "Plus the day you actually manage to bring up a threat that I take seriously will be the day I renounce all my bastard ways to become a fucking saint or something. The saint of badassery."
Chris doubted that day would ever come with every fiber in his bulky being. It took a lot to make Chris even remotely worried, even when it came to his friends. His way of dealing with worries either involved hitting the object of insult, or flushing the concern away with other more entertaining pursuits. A nice example was the very club they were now in.
"Calm your tits man."
He smirked widely and shook his head, putting on a stubborn expression.
"No. I'm going to flop them all around and make everyone uncomfortable as shit. You can't stop my party tits."
He snickered at his own joke, uncaring about his odd sense of humor. Especially once he had drink in him, downing the rest of it with his next gulp.
"Oh thaaaaanks kind sir. I appreciate it so much."
Chris licked his lips and eyed Riley before simply nodding as if he had done her a favor, even if it was the opposite.
"Alright captain. Lead the way and I'll gladly follow."
Chris didn't need much more encouragement than that, seeing as he was already making his way towards the music. He was going to hold Riley to her agreement to talk once they'd had their fill of dancing. Chris might be a general shit-head, but he knew when something was bothering the people he actually managed to get close to. Something was off with Riley and Chris was willing to do anything short of punching to get it out of her. Although drink and good mood usually tended to work best from Chris's experience, which was why he went at the dance floor with gusto in his step. Frankly speaking Chris didn't care whether or not he lost Riley during the dancing, since it was only important he found her afterwords. So it came as no surprise that after he was sure his feet were about to fall off he had to look for Riley in the throng of bodies. Eventually he did and pulled her through towards a table.
"Alright you've had your fun!"
He had to yell over the noise to be heard, the music was so loud. Chris shooed a couple from one of the tables before plopping Riley down and sitting across from her. Dancing had given him a rush of energy that made him grin even though nothing particularly funny was said.
"Now talk. What the fuck happened? Because those smiles haven't been fooling me. You're in an awkward ass funk and it's been pissing me off since we've first arrived."
Post by Riley Forrester on Mar 10, 2016 14:33:32 GMT -6
Riley couldn't stop laughing as Chris went on. He really was something, but honestly Riley didn't mind at all. Sure she figured he could rub people the wrong way. It was Chris. Chris did that. It was inevitable. Not that he probably cared at all though. It was Chris. Still she rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder when he mentioned being a saint of badassery. "Yeah? I'll try to be the saint of music then." She commented with a grin of her own.
Although she made a face of mock disgust when he mentioned flailing around his party tits. "I'll staple them to you." She promised, grinning wickedly before they headed for the dance floor. Riley didn't need to image that sort of thing, so she made her way out onto the floor to simply lose herself. And lose herself she did, letting the music take her own and guide her footsteps. She’d lost track of where Chris was but figured it didn’t matter. That is until she was suddenly pulled away. At first Riley was about to smack the person but realized it was Chris and rolled her eyes. He led her over to a table and got rid of a couple. However before she could protest and point out he was being a jerk, he plopped her into a seat.
"Now talk. What the fuck happened? Because those smiles haven't been fooling me. You're in an awkward ass funk and it's been pissing me off since we've first arrived.”
Riley opened her mouth to deny it, but shut it just as fast. This was Chris. He’d be able to smell her lie from a mile away. Besides he was one of her best friends.
She told him everything.
About Zoe, the sudden break up, her melt down. Everything. At the end of it all, Riley had buried her face in her hands. She refused to cry again but she felt shakier than a leaf in a strong breeze. She hated feeling so….weak. Aren’t I supposed to fun in a club? She wondered internally, glancing up at Chris.
Post by Chris Grayson on Mar 10, 2016 15:10:18 GMT -6
{OOC: Trigger Warning: Violence.}
"Yeah? I'll try to be the saint of music then.”
Chris only snickered at Riley but didn’t reply. He actually liked her music; not that he would ever actually tell her that openly. He smirked at her face of disgust.
"I'll staple them to you.”
The comment made Chris snort and rolled his eyes over dramatically.
”As if you could even get close to me with a damn stapler.”
However now was not the time for talk; now was the time for Chris to go lose himself in the rhythm of the beat. only after he’d gotten his fill did he pull Riley aside. He could tell he was hesitant to tell him at first. Chris easily noted the way she opened and shut her mouth as if reconsidering things.
She told him everything.
Chris was not well known for his sympathy or his willingness to listen to the problems of others. Chris was, frankly, known for being a complete asshole. However when it came to his friends he was willing to put aside his nature to genuinely care for them. Which was why he sat patiently and listened to Riley spill her heart out. He had vaguely known Riley’s girlfriend, but in all honesty hadn’t paid much attention. However he certainly was now, and all he noticed was the way Riley’s shoulders slumped and how her face was buried into her hands. Chris scowled at the sight. This was as far from what he’d seen of Riley’s usually behavior than anything he’d ever witnessed.
”Riley, look. I get it.” He started, surprisingly calm and serious. ”You’ve been through shit. She hurt you pretty badly. But honestly? You need to move on.” He stated it bluntly. ”It’s fucking up your life hanging onto this girl. I can’t say I’m the best or most experienced when it comes to this lovey-dovey shit, but you can’t let it be the only reason you’re all bright and dorky. She broke your heart. It sucks. It hurts. But it’ll keep sucking and fucking hurting unless you stop lingering on it and find someone else and get your own happiness back without her.” He shook his head. ”There’s a ton of other people out there who-“
Chris suddenly stopped when he saw someone behind Riley. He couldn’t place what was causing the sudden plummet in his stomach, but he’d learned long ago to not question it. Time seemed to slow down as Chris lunged forward and shoved the table out of the way. He didn’t even care if it slide and hit other people. He was already shoving Riley out of the way when the figure pulled something. He didn’t even register that it was a gun until the bullet passed through his side. He hadn’t even heard the bang over the music; must’ve had a silencer.
”FUCK!”
His side erupted in pain, but Chris’s rage carried more weight than his hurt. So did his fist as it slammed into the man’s chest and crushed it. He didn’t care if the man was dead or not when he toppled over. Now that the immediate danger was over, his wound’s pain came biting at his attention. Chris hissed and held his now bleeding side, falling into the seat next to Riley.
”Holy fucking shit that rat bastard fucking shot me! God damn it! God damn it! FUCK this hurts!”
Last Edit: Mar 10, 2016 15:14:09 GMT -6 by Chris Grayson
Post by Riley Forrester on Mar 11, 2016 20:26:41 GMT -6
Riley hated this. She hated the fact she was dwelling so much on all the hurt she still had after Zoe had left. It was miserable even when she tried to conceal it.'Conceal don't feel.' Wow. Of all the disney princesses to relate to right now. Riley thought with a bittersweet smile. She looked up though when Chris started to speak. it was odd hearing him give a motivational considering it was, well, Chris. he was blunt, but Riley couldn't help but realize he had a point. She was miserable. The whole thing was dragging her down. However suddenly Chris cut off for some reason. It looked like he was looking behind her. She was about to ask him what was up, but suddenly Chris was a flurry of motion. In quick succession the table was shoved away and Riley pushed down. She could hear the bang because of how close she was, but she doubted may others would from the loud music.
"Chris!" She yelled once he'd fallen back onto the chair. She stared in shock as she noticed the blood seep out onto his shirt. Her friend had just been shot. Her friend had just been shot. “Holy shit.” Riley muttered, realizing that Chris had pushed her out of the way. Someone just tried to kill me. Her brain relayed the information a few times, as if Riley wouldn’t get it the first time. But Then she snapped out of it and turned her head towards some of the people who’d actually seen what happened. “Call the ambulance now!” Riley yelled as loud as she could. Some stood dumb folded but Riley noticed one girl whip out her phone and move off. She prayed the girl was getting help. Meanwhile she turned her attention back to Chris, ripping off her jacket to give to him to keep pressure on the wound. “Holy shit Chris. You…You saved my life!"
Post by Chris Grayson on Mar 13, 2016 11:49:39 GMT -6
”Chris!”
The exclamation barely made it through the roar in Chris’s ears from the sheer amount of pain that was coursing through him at that moment. He might’ve had advanced healing so the wound wouldn’t take incredibly long to heal, but that didn’t lessen the pain at all. Although a small portion of his mind was sweetly reminding him that this was the sort of thing that could happen if he went into the bodyguard business. Chris wished he could pull that portion out and severely throttle it. As it were, the most he could do was hold his side until he could bear the pain.
“Call the ambulance now!”
Chris looked up when he heard Riley speak, accepting her jacket and pressing it to his wound. He couldn’t care a bit about anything else going on right now.
“Holy shit Chris. You…You saved my life!”
Despite the pain he was in and the potentially life-threatening situation he’d been in and was in if the ambulance didn’t come fast enough, Chris gave Riley a look and rolled his eyes.
”No shit sherlock.” He breathed out, chuckling but wincing as his wound sent prickles of pain through him at the motion. ”Not a good idea.” He muttered to himself before looking back up at Riley. ”They were after you, you realize. That’s what you get for being a mildly famous mutant around here.” He sat up more and grunted. ”I hope you also realize this means I’m basically sticking to you like glue. Don’t even try to argue the fact. You are not getting shot by these fucking AMA freaks. I’ll kill them all if I have to.”