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| Scene Title | Did I Ever Tell You… |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | A drunk Melissa pays a visit to a high Odessa. The two discuss Peter, boys in general, and Odessa's strange upbringing. |
| Date | April 11, 2010 |
Old Lucy's - Upstairs
Though one might remember when a certain fiery woman lived here… Now the living area above Old Lucy's has changed hands. The open living room and kitchen are homey, a commingling of two people's tastes. The leather couch sits kitty corner to a one of red suede and a bit smaller. A large bird cage for it's budgie inhabitant takes up it's own corner beside dark paneled walls. Bookshelves with literary pieces of a variety both academic and not take up another small section.
The kitchen is large, with a rolling wood and black marble island to give more counter space to work on. Pots and pans hang from the roof and track lighting keeps it not gloomy. A proper oak dining table has been set up with matching chairs instead of the 70's castoff that the residents have been known to own and a bowl of fresh fruit sits in the center.
Down a hall lay's multiple doors. A master bedroom occupied by the oldest resident and occasionally have a pervading smell of whiskey and smoke coming from it when the door is open. A second door with a cross above it, a third with no marking that is occupied by the third resident of the premises. Two other doors lead to a linen closet and bathroom - Decorated in a very strong pirate theme - respectively. A black cat with a red velvet collar and a little swarovski charm dangling from it No! Schroedinger lives here now! A calico-patterned Persian can be found meandering at will.
It's evening, a good hour or two past sunset. And since Old Lucy's is closed for business, there shouldn't be anyone to bug Odessa, right? Bzzzt. Wrong. Coming up the stairs is someone singing Lady Gaga's Bad Romance, and doing a craptastic job of it. Melissa sounds horrible. Absolutely horrible. But she's carrying half a bottle of tequila, open, and has her arm in a sling, so the bottle and fist around the neck of said bottle are used to bang on the door. "Odeeeeeeeeessa! Open up! It's Melly! Abby said I should come get drunk with you!" she calls out, words slurred, accent pronounced.
Seriously? Another fucking visitor? First Daiyu, then the Amibiguously Gay Duo, and now —
Oh, it's just Melissa. That's acceptable.
Hoisting herself off the couch, Odessa at least has the good sense to throw the used syringe and empty vial into the garbage under the sink, out of sight. Could she care any less about her attire - or lack there of? Likely not. And it sounds to her as though Melissa may be too drunk to care either. So make that four people to see Odessa in her Supergirl underwear.
Half shuffling, half stumbling, Odessa finally makes it to the door with a quiet thud! as she lands against it. "Jus' a sec, Melly," she mumbles just loud enough to be heard through the door. The locks click and finally the door is pulled open for the drunk blonde.
The apartment still smells faintly of Italian food, though the dishes have long since been cleared away from the table, washed up, and put away. "C'mon in," is Odessa's careless greeting. She ruffles her already messy blonde hair and offers a weak smile.
When Odessa opens the door she sees Melissa with a cold-reddened nose and red, puffy eyes. "'Dessa! Oh god Dessa…" she mumbles as she stumbles in and nudges the door shut. "Today has totally sucked. Like, seriously. Big donkey dick suckage," she says, shaking her head and moving towards the couch to all but collapse onto it.
"Join the club," Odessa responds languidly. She leans heavily against the door, nearly falling when it swings shut all the way, locking it up behind the other blonde. "I think we should run away together. Leave all of this behind. Go to… I dunno, Amsterdam." The woman slowly ambles her way toward the fridge to pour herself a drink. "I hear you can get stoned legally there."
"Wait, wait. Run away together? Odessa, my dear, my love, I adore you, but I need a man. They just have equipment that you don't," Melissa says with a deep sigh. "Why's your night suck though? Did you get dumped too? Well, I wasn't really dumped since I wasn't actually with him, but daaaaaamn."
"I meant like rather than running away separately." Odessa's nose wrinkles at the notion. "I mean, I like you too, but… Uh… That isn't what I meant." Retrieving two glasses from the cupboard, Odessa pours a can of 7-Up in each one and then makes a grabbing gesture for the tequila. "C'mere. Mixers time.
"No, I didn't get dumped. But… It's complicated. Things are just tough right now for me, s'all." Stoned Supergirl shakes it off. "I don't even care right now. Tell me what's up with you."
"Mixers? Eww. I'll drink it straight, but I'll share," Melissa says, passing the bottle over. "Got him to meet me. Had this stupid idea in my head of going ice skating. Never been, yanno? And figured we'd sit, watch the sunset, then skate, hand in hand." She shakes her head, looking down at her sling. "Even brought him donuts. But he tells me that I'm…'m not normal enough for him. He feels something for me, but it can't be. Like his little fuckin' girlfriend is normal?"
Odessa scowls at the glasses in front of her, pouring the tequila generously into one and putting the other into the fridge for later to keep it chilled. She turns around and leans against the counter haphazardly, regarding Melissa with a look of scrutiny. "What moron said that?"
Melissa's expression goes miserable and she slumps down into the couch. "Peter. I remind him of Moab and crap. He wants to be normal and doesn't think I can give him normal. I'd make him forget about fuckin' Moab, but noooooo. He wants the little blonde bimbo who can read minds."
"Peter Petrelli?" Odessa scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Lissen, Cupcake." She sets her glass down upon the realisation that her splinted fingers just cannot make the gestures she wants them to, and instead points to her friend with her good hand. "Peter. Petrelli. wouldn't know… his head from… something that wasn't his head. Like his knee or something." Yes, she is really articulate tonight. It's been a rough day. Fuck off.
"Did I ever tell you… that he's a total bastard?" Odessa grabs her drink and takes a large gulp of it. "It's true! Fucker broke my ribs once and gave me this scar!" She points at a ragged strip over her brow, evident in how there's a small line of hair missing. "He was gonna take out my fucking eye. You are so better off without him."
Melissa frowns a little when Odessa starts ranting, then her brows shoot up. "Why'd he do that?" she asks, head tilting. "And…I 'unno. Maybe I am, but…but I've got this thing for him. Big thing. Not love, don't think, but big. Stupid jackass's the only guy I've met I've had a thing for. Like…ever."
A pack of cigarettes is pulled out and fumbled with, before she manages to slip one smoke between her lips, though it's sent bobbing as she continues talking. "He's a good kisser too? I tell ya that? Kissed him in the club…was hot. H-A-W-T. Hot. Could totally be biteable."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Odessa agrees, ire fading some as she nods her head. Dark blue eyes unfocus a bit, remembering another place and time. "I tried to bed him once. Well, sort of. He had some kind of power, uh, glitch, so we couldn't actually — Doesn't matter. He is kind of good-looking. I understand wanting to fuck his brains out."
Melissa frowns at Odessa. "You did? But you didn't?" She takes a minute to try to think about that. A difficult task with as much tequila as she's consumed. "Well…no trying again. I wanna fuck his brains out, dammit. But yanno the stuff I said I wanted the other day? The normal stuff? I want all that too. Fucker."
"Normal, is… fucking stupid," Odessa decides. But in a sort of half-assed way that suggests it is not at all decided upon. "It's like… I don't even… know what normal is?" There's a sort of helpless shrug. To be fair, she really doesn't have much a grasp on what's normal. "I just know. that. I… I just know that I… Really like this tequila."
Melissa giggles and falls over, the cigarette falling from her lips to the floor. "It is really good tequila. There was more of it, but Dick…no wait, his name isn't Dick…he drank some of it. He walked me here. Was worried about me, can you believe it? Who'd wanna hurt me? They tried, I'd just make 'em feel like I kneed 'em in the balls!"
"Oooooh!" Odessa pads out of the kitchen area to lean over Melissa, assessing if she's hurt or not. Too much laughter to be hurt, right? "But, like, what if there's a negator? Then you're just fucked." She holds up her drink and fixes her drunker companion with a sage sort of look, "I speak from experience." She rubs her palm over her forehead, blinking sort of blearily down. "We need to just find guys that aren't losers. Or maybe I need to find a girl. I don't know. Abby says I need a princess."
"Meh…Only negator I know would help me if someone was tryin' to hurt me. He's the one who took the bullet outta my shoulder," Melissa says, waving her free hand absently. "Don't think Peter's a loser, he's just…dumb. Really fuckin' dumb. And blind! Gotta be blind."
She sits up suddenly, which causes her to overbalance and go tumbling off the couch with a thump. She blinks in surprise for a moment before she giggles again. "Yanno…you should meet this Ash guy. He's cute. He's the perfect man. Like, physically. He told me so."
"Any man who tells you he's perfect is a liar." Of this much, Odessa is certain. "I mean, I'm not perfect. You're not perfect. — No offense!" She shrugs and sits down on the arm of the couch. "You okay?"
Melissa shakes her head. "Nah, I mean like…what'd he say…his body…peak. Somethin'. I dunno. He's cute though. Not gorgeous, and he's too light for my tastes, but cute."
"I thought you wanted me to hook up with that Anders dude." Odessa tips her head back and closes her eyes. "I don't know much about men. I know they say nice things sometimes, and maybe they kiss you now and again, and then? Mostly, they die. Or pretend they've been killed. And then don't tell you that they're not dead. They're more trouble than they are worth!"
Melissa shrugs then reaches out to try to pat Odessa's knee. "C'mere…got a s—got a secret to tell you," she whispers, though it's a loud whisper.
Regardless of the fact - or perhaps just somewhat oblivious to it - that no one else is in the room to hear them, Odessa leans in toward Melissa, eyes open again and keen to hear what she has to say. "What?" she asks in a loud whisper of her own.
Melissa glances around then leans towards Odessa. "You know, I've never had a boyfriend? I mean, I've fucked guys, yeah, but never had someone I could point to and say "see him? He's mine"," she confesses.
"I only had the one," Odessa comforts. "I couldn't call the others mine. Never had enough time with 'em." Her voice drops from a whisper to just a quiet tone. Her expression sullen, veiled by tangled blonde hair. "I don't think I'm relationship material. I mean, I can't be if the people I care about don't even want me to know they're alive."
An arm is slung around Odessa's shoulders and Melissa shakes her head. "Nah. Don't blame yourself. They were just assholes. If I was a guy or gay, I'd totally be jumping your bones, hon. Then demanding you like…I dunno. Buy a cat with me or somethin'. Sharing a cat is a sign of a relationship, yeah?"
That really makes Odessa's shoulders sag, and she lets out a small whine. "I bought a cat with Kurt." Not that she's bothered, or bothering, to explain who Kurt is right now. "But I still left him." And since Schroedinger is jumping up on the couch to rub her flat Persian face against Melissa's side, it's obvious she kept the cat.
Melissa glances at the cat, then to Odessa with a sad look. "I'm sorry…Stupid men. Want me to find Kurt and hurt him? I could hurt him really really bad for you."
"No." Odessa offers a weak and somewhat reassuring smile. "I'm sure wherever Kurt is now, I've already hurt him enough. I left him because I got scared and panicked because I can't be normal."
Melissa rests her head on Odessa's shoulder, giving a sad sigh. "And Peter ditched me 'cause he doesn't believe I can be normal. See? Men suck."
"It's true." Odessa takes another drink of her 7-Up and tequila mix. "I wish that weren't the least of my worries," she admits. "I have soooo many problems right now." She wraps her arm around Melissa shoulders, heaving a sigh of her own.
"Wanna talk about 'em? Can't promise to remember tomorrow, but I can listen," Melissa offers, taking a swig of her straight tequila.
Odessa opens her mouth to speak, but she doesn't perhaps say what Melissa might have expected from her. "Do you have a family? Or, I mean, did you once?"
Melissa shrugs a little. "Sorta. I mean, I have parents, just never saw 'em. They were always too busy with their own lives to mess with me. Even when I was a baby."
"I never had parents," Odessa says quietly. "Or siblings. People looked after me, but I always knew I was nothing more than an assignment."
"An assignment? What do you mean?" Melissa asks, brow furrowing in drunken confusion.
"I was raised in an organisation outside the government," Odessa admits possibly too easily. So many years of keeping secrets and telling lies, and Melissa probably won't even remember any of this come morning. "So I didn't have anything like foster parents or anything. I was left mostly to my own devices. Given books to devour."
"What happened to your parents? I mean, you had to have parents at some point. Did they…what happened to them?" Melissa asks, tilting her head slightly to squint at Odessa.
Odessa shakes her head slowly, eyes somewhat unfocused as though staring past the floor. "I never had them. Nobody ever told me where I came from. The way I was raised, it simply wasn't important. When I was old enough to ask who my parents were, I was told I didn't have any. And… I accepted that. I didn't know better to question it. I didn't have other children to play with. I was kept separate mostly." There's a breath of rueful laughter. "I think the other children that would come and go all thought I was weird anyway. I suppose I was."
"What did they raise you to do? Or be?" Melissa asks, fumbling with the bottle to set it down. The lid for it seems to be long gone.
"A doctor." The answer seems simple. It's possibly deceptively so, if Odessa actually bothers to think about it. "I vowed to be a surgeon by the time I was seventeen." She closes her eyes again and rubs at the space between her brows with her thumb. "That was a little less than ten years ago. I don't even know exactly how old I am. By my best guesses, I'm twenty-six."
"Oh yeah? Did you become a surgeon?" Melissa asks, face showing her surprise at this revelation. "And hey! I'm twenty-six too!"
"Yeah," Odessa answers with a small hint of pride. "I did become a surgeon, just the way I wanted to. I'm much better at stitching people up and digging bullets out of them than I am at diagnosing illnesses, but I can do both."
Melissa laughs softly. "Should've come to you then, when I got shot. Doc says he doesn't normally dig out bullets, and man did it hurt."
Odessa frowns, "Definitely come to me next time. The way I do it doesn't hurt probably as much as others. Not that I've tested, really."
"I was just wishin' that I could use my ability on myself, since I learned how to take pain instead of give it," Melissa says with a sigh, slumping back against the couch. "But I'll come to you for sure."
"Good girl," Odessa says with a smirk, patting Melissa's shoulder. "It's late, isn't it? Isn't it late? You wanna crawl in with me? Bed's big 'nough. S'warmer. And no funny business or nothin'."
Melissa giggles and nods. "Yeah…bed sounds good. I promise not to cuddle or anything in my sleep."
Odessa waves a hand dismissively, carefully rising from her perch on the arm of the couch. "If it happens, it happens. After living with Kurt, I end up spooning my pillow constantly. It's embarrassing." She may have said too much, but hey. Leaving her glass on the counter, she gestures toward the hall. "Allons-y."
Melissa pushes herself to her feet and peers. "Huh? What's that mean?" she asks, fumbling to get her shoes off before stumbling down the hall.
"Oh, did I French at you?" Odessa blinks blearily and waves her hand in front of her face as if to banish it. "Means let's go the fuck ta'bed 'cause Odessa can't even speak the right language anymore."
Melissa giggles and nods as her uneven steps have her thumping lightly against a wall. "Yes. Bed is good." And when she gets into the bedroom, she falls face first onto the bed, and is out cold just moments later.