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Harry and Lu | Shinobi's party
Lu and Harry have a surprise reunion at Shinobi's.
After leaving Alice, Harry threaded his way around the party a bit. The truth was, he'd rather find Peter (and that damn marmoset...) or Alice again, but he did his usual charming socialite act to perfection as he circulated, not an awkward moment or faux pas to be found.
That was, until he turned away from the bar, another martini in hand, and found himself face-to-face with someone familiar. Very familiar, in fact. "Wait it's... Lu, isn't it?" he asked, as if that wasn't quite possibly the most horrible thing in the world to say to a girl he'd danced with, fucked around with, then left in the middle of the night while she was sleeping only a month or two ago.
After leaving Tony, Lu had managed to track down her third self (yep, in the hot tub with Sirius Black, huge shock) and reintegrated, fortunately leaving all of the water and most of the chlorine behind. She'd been trying to track down Cindy when she ended up face to face with the last person she really wanted to see at a party.
Given the surprise, it was little surprise that she triplicated on the spot.
"Harry," all three of her said simultaneously, in tones ranging from annoyance to outright disdain and remarkably similar glares. "What are you doing here?"
His eyebrows went up in alarm. It was a situation he'd been in multiple times... but never in triplicate. He looked from one to another of them, suddenly realizing what the eyes and hair must mean. Testing the water, he said, "I go to school with Shinobi..." And oh shit. He knew he should've been paying better attention to the journals. Because unless he missed his mark...
"Really," Neutral Lu said, eyebrows rising. "That's a good trick, seeing as he graduated in June."
"Unless you're expecting us to believe that you're in college?" Purple added, chiming in and fixing Harry with a glare that indicated exactly how unlikely that was.
"Maybe you'd better try again?" Orange suggested coolly.
Harry rolled his eyes. Dammit, he knew this one would be trouble, but he hadn't expected to actually see her again. "Okay, I go to school where he used to. And I am guessing your connection is of a similar nature, now that I'm seeing..." He waved his free hand at the three of them--and their epic, and to be honest, richly deserved, glares.
"Wow, he has a brain," Purple observed.
"Unexpected." Neutral turned to look at her. "You were right about that much, at least."
"Even if you weren't right about much else," Orange agreed, looking at him as if he were some particularly unsavory bug. "You're at Xavier's too, then?"
"Yes." Harry cocked an eyebrow, a certain frostiness coming into his eyes. It was rare that he pulled it out, when happy, drunk, and amongst friends as he had been so often lately. But oh, he had not forgotten how. "Unfortunately I'm not around much on weekends, though, and I don't tend to troll the journals. Extracurricular activities don't really leave much time for that kind of thing. Must be how I missed..." He glanced down the row, repressing his growing sense of alarm. Like a cat being cornered. "All of you."
"Oh, that's quite alright," Neutral assured him sweetly.
"We'd just as soon you did," Orange agreed, wrapping her arms around herself nervously.
"But y'know what? I do owe you something from the last time I saw you," Purple said, glancing over at the others, who, much to her surprise, nodded agreement. Her eyes narrowed, and her hand whipped out and slapped him, hard. "You're an asshole, Harry Osborn. Stay the hell away from us."
Harry winced at the slap, but otherwise showed no physical effects. Until his cheek started to grow pink. He looked at the three of them, then at purple, in particular. "And smiled. Not the coldest or the bitchiest smile in his arsenal by a longshot, but certainly unpleasant, for all that. "That was the idea--but I guess you noticed that.
"Which, really, was why I deserved that. Feel better?"
"Actually? I really don't give a damn," Purple said, then re-merged with the others.
"You're just not that important," Lu explained with a shrug. And turned to walk away.
Utterly unaffected by her vitriol, Harry watched her go, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he thought, Well, I suppose I should be happy I didn't get slapped by all three of them.
After leaving Alice, Harry threaded his way around the party a bit. The truth was, he'd rather find Peter (and that damn marmoset...) or Alice again, but he did his usual charming socialite act to perfection as he circulated, not an awkward moment or faux pas to be found.
That was, until he turned away from the bar, another martini in hand, and found himself face-to-face with someone familiar. Very familiar, in fact. "Wait it's... Lu, isn't it?" he asked, as if that wasn't quite possibly the most horrible thing in the world to say to a girl he'd danced with, fucked around with, then left in the middle of the night while she was sleeping only a month or two ago.
After leaving Tony, Lu had managed to track down her third self (yep, in the hot tub with Sirius Black, huge shock) and reintegrated, fortunately leaving all of the water and most of the chlorine behind. She'd been trying to track down Cindy when she ended up face to face with the last person she really wanted to see at a party.
Given the surprise, it was little surprise that she triplicated on the spot.
"Harry," all three of her said simultaneously, in tones ranging from annoyance to outright disdain and remarkably similar glares. "What are you doing here?"
His eyebrows went up in alarm. It was a situation he'd been in multiple times... but never in triplicate. He looked from one to another of them, suddenly realizing what the eyes and hair must mean. Testing the water, he said, "I go to school with Shinobi..." And oh shit. He knew he should've been paying better attention to the journals. Because unless he missed his mark...
"Really," Neutral Lu said, eyebrows rising. "That's a good trick, seeing as he graduated in June."
"Unless you're expecting us to believe that you're in college?" Purple added, chiming in and fixing Harry with a glare that indicated exactly how unlikely that was.
"Maybe you'd better try again?" Orange suggested coolly.
Harry rolled his eyes. Dammit, he knew this one would be trouble, but he hadn't expected to actually see her again. "Okay, I go to school where he used to. And I am guessing your connection is of a similar nature, now that I'm seeing..." He waved his free hand at the three of them--and their epic, and to be honest, richly deserved, glares.
"Wow, he has a brain," Purple observed.
"Unexpected." Neutral turned to look at her. "You were right about that much, at least."
"Even if you weren't right about much else," Orange agreed, looking at him as if he were some particularly unsavory bug. "You're at Xavier's too, then?"
"Yes." Harry cocked an eyebrow, a certain frostiness coming into his eyes. It was rare that he pulled it out, when happy, drunk, and amongst friends as he had been so often lately. But oh, he had not forgotten how. "Unfortunately I'm not around much on weekends, though, and I don't tend to troll the journals. Extracurricular activities don't really leave much time for that kind of thing. Must be how I missed..." He glanced down the row, repressing his growing sense of alarm. Like a cat being cornered. "All of you."
"Oh, that's quite alright," Neutral assured him sweetly.
"We'd just as soon you did," Orange agreed, wrapping her arms around herself nervously.
"But y'know what? I do owe you something from the last time I saw you," Purple said, glancing over at the others, who, much to her surprise, nodded agreement. Her eyes narrowed, and her hand whipped out and slapped him, hard. "You're an asshole, Harry Osborn. Stay the hell away from us."
Harry winced at the slap, but otherwise showed no physical effects. Until his cheek started to grow pink. He looked at the three of them, then at purple, in particular. "And smiled. Not the coldest or the bitchiest smile in his arsenal by a longshot, but certainly unpleasant, for all that. "That was the idea--but I guess you noticed that.
"Which, really, was why I deserved that. Feel better?"
"Actually? I really don't give a damn," Purple said, then re-merged with the others.
"You're just not that important," Lu explained with a shrug. And turned to walk away.
Utterly unaffected by her vitriol, Harry watched her go, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he thought, Well, I suppose I should be happy I didn't get slapped by all three of them.