kick one, two, three; spy, one, two, three

[quinientos]

CHARACTERS: Vasquez & Kimberly Hart
LOCATIONS: Crunches
WARNINGS: Sweaty cowboys? Embarrassment.
SUMMARY: It's time for Vasquez to meet some of Robbie's friends, though maybe in an unconventional way.



[ Vasquez probably should have known that going to a class at a gym would be a bad idea. For a man that smokes at least a pack of cigarettes a day, he keeps himself in decent shape, but this wanting to get to know some of Reyes' friends has come at a very high cost. He'd mentioned this Crunches and so Vasquez had come on a tour after work the one day to see what it was.

Honestly, he's not entirely sure he gets why a place like this needs to exist, but he'd bought a few classes and a few pieces of clothes to attend, not because he wants to be in shape, but because he's curious about this Kimberly who might have some good fashion advice to give him. Stupidly, of course, Vasquez decides that before he talks to her, he wants to see her teach and the best way to do that? Be in the class.

This is why, an hour later, he's panting and sweating, wishing that he'd ever listened to reason or some kind of voice in his head that told him this was a bad idea. Swiping a towel from nearby, he waits until the rest of the room clears, heading up to the front to greet his torturer. ]

You know, where I come from, you could scare whole towns of men by making them suffer the way you did to me.

[ It's joking and light, but given the struggle to get in breaths and the way he looks a little worn, it's not completely funny. ]

Comments

[quinientos]

This isn't any kind of fun that I've ever run into before.

[Fun for him involves cards and liquor and jokes and games. It's riding and shooting the shit with people that you get along with, but it's not this.]

I think maybe in the future, everyone's heads are empty when it comes to what's actually a fun thing.

[He starts to run his fingers over the fabrics, picking through things and lifting ones that he likes] . No one said anything about artsy, I just don't want to look like a pendejo.

[recoined]

( kimberly does not speak spanish — at least, not in any capacity that one might mistake her for fluent — but she does date a man whose lineage rolls back to the mexican continent. at the very least, pendejo is a word she's heard before, and definitely not in any kind of positive context. )

It's not that bad... ( but, she'll admit, maybe it's not his style. she can appreciate that he doesn't seem to have any problem finding the things he does like, though. ) At least it's not boring.

( rise to the bait. you know you want to. )

Are you planning on getting every shade of red the store has to offer?

[quinientos]

Boring means blending in, and I've learned that being able to blend in is a skill very worth having.

[He's not boring, he's the opposite. He'd been the one wearing flashy vest prints and tight, embellished pants. That's not boring, just because he knows what colours to wear that are safe.]

If they have more, I'll take more. Blacks, too. I know what makes me look good.

[He gives her a look, daring her to argue with that.]