Private Indecency - Satsuki & Evelyn

[FreestylePoet]

Hooded eyes lingered on Evelyn as she bumbled through an explanation. Relaxed, but not dismissive, even through that first, sadly boring response of hers. Then more and more started to flood out of Evelyn's mouth: Tales of cats and clubs and philanthropy and fighting... Still painting a rather pedestrian picture, to be sure, but one that somehow caught Satsuki's interest.

When she finished, Satsuki hummed. "Cat cafes, huh? Well, I've only been to the States a handful of times, but those are pretty popular here in Japan. Never been to one, though, so..." The implication of going to one together was left unsaid. She'd never had a pet before, save for the rats that sometimes scurried beneath her cardboard. Maybe the exotic fish that she kept in her apartment counted.

"Now, nightclubs, babe. You're talkin' to the Queen of 'em." Satsuki waved at herself with a flourish. Her eyes took a notable glimmer at this turn of conversation. "Even if you weren't part of the hottest show in town, I'd be able to get you in anywhere. Not all my spots are entirely above-board, of course, but..." She scratched at her chin before gesturing to the other side of the table. "What's your speed, anyway? What kinda vibes do you like to hit?"

It was then that their deserts arrived. Evelyn's was a standard, candy-yellow looking dollop. Satsuki's, meanwhile, was a meandering swirl of pink and blonde, quite like a muss of two familiar hairstyles. A quick poke of her tongue confirmed that this was by design. "Remind you of anyone?" she quietly chirped before setting once more into an expectant stare towards her partner.

[Monsy]

The little rant was rather refreshing. Minus all the boring, not-so-boring, strung out information, it was great to at least share something with something. This whole new country was all first-experiences and exotic. Cultures and folks, the climate of her job and just about everything in her surroundings was different. But, thus far, she experienced that alone. Bar a few home calls, having a face-to-face person to share all that with was… Kind of a relief.

There was now a little ease in her shoulders that sunk. No more trying to pitch her little story to them or excitement to prop herself up. Someone might’ve thought she shrunk an inch, and suddenly, her always perfect silk hair was just a little undone that she needed to return to twirling strands.

“Never, huh?” A more passing question than anything pressing. They seemed eager to press things along to nightclubs. Evelyn had to ponder that question for a moment, and looked to the ceiling. “Hmm.” A finger-gun aimed at them, “You ever been to the beach? Party at the beach? Conceeert? Daaaancing? Hmmm?”

Evelyn accepted her froyo and nodded, “Thank you.” And when they continued on, Evelyn pursed her lip with a finger on her chin. “Hmmmmmmm… Psh.” She snickered and shook her head, “Don’t tell you ordered that after our hair colours, did you?”

[FreestylePoet]

Now Evelyn was drawn into real conversation, gifting Satsuki with a pick-up artist's favorite sounds: Engagement and laughter. The Queen of Clubs was typically the one being chased, but she decided that she rather liked being on this side of things, if it promised such riches.

Satsuki snickered in return, admitting to her mischief. "Guilty as charged. Cute, right?" She raised two crossed fingers. "Like us!" They hadn't spent much time together, and though she expected they'd yet spend more tonight, Satsuki doubted things would go much further than that. Still, it was safe now, she felt, to use that label. To consider their rather unlikely pair as one unit.

After all, this swirl of raspberry and coconut worked, didn't it? She scooped up a dollop and put it in her mouth with a girlish giggle. The tangy sweetness of the raspberry and earthy notes of the coconut played well off of one another. They worked together to create a surprisingly cohesive flavor profile -- in this case, almost tropical. Satsuki had never thought to put the two together before and likely wouldn't ever choose to do so again, but at least in this moment? The two were undeniably a pair.

"But to answer your question, yeah, I've been to a handful of beach parties. Mostly back when I used to live in Osaka." She pointed down, then switched that finger for a thumb thrown behind her. "Oh, and when I lived in Macau, too. Looots of pretty beaches there. They're fun! Haven't gotten to check out the beach club scene in Tokyo yet, though. Maybe we should?" She pointed her spoon up and down Evelyn's body, then flipped it to do the same to her own. "After all, if nothing else, I bet all that 'eat, work out, wrestle, sleep, repeat' has given us some killer beach bods, yeah?"

Of course, she winked.

[Monsy]

Evelyn had a mini-snicker at that. Like us, huh. It was certainly something alright. This girl was definitely persistent on making some early chemistry, or perhaps she was overly sweet? It was like she’d known them for a while now.
She had this small snicker in response, shaking her head, “Dorky-cute, sure.” Evelyn aimed her finger-gun, “Except that’s all you.” And the thumb-hammer clicked and she said the patent word with her mouth, but no sound. She slipped back into her seat with her froyo, scooping a small slip on the edge of her spoon and putting that to her tongue after turning it upside down. Its sweetness splashed her tongue and it was felt all the way down her throat as it melted. The spoon stayed in her mouth as she put the cup down, fished into her pocket and checked the time. All was fine.

“Hm?” Her head snapped back to the conversation. Still the spoon remained, practically forgotten as she leaned towards the table, propping her elbows down and bridging both hands beneath her chin. “Osaka, huh…” Evelyn added, and nodded slowly along as they continued. Macau was somewhere she hadn’t had the luxury of seeing. Osaka was mere glimpses. After all, travelling just wasn’t as much fun without company to drag along. Something she lacked here on this side of the world. But by the end, she was sure to have a bright smile by the end. The idea was contagious. “Gee, I don’t know.” She turned a little smug, leaning a little closer. “Have you seen what I wrestle in? Oh, yeah, that’s right, you haven’t. But, let me tell you, I’m beach ready straight from the dressing room. You’re the one that’s got to prove that killer beach bod. I’m sure you have it, buuuuut, I’m willing to bet mine is better.” If not to throw it back at Satsuki, she winked right back.

[FreestylePoet]

Satsuki sat back, twiddling her spoon between deft fingers. Eyebrows arched ever more impressedly with each passing word. All of a sudden, the room felt... not quite hotter. But more heated -- in a way not fully explained by the setting orange sun creeping in through the shop's glass entrance. Evelyn had billed herself as a party girl, and despite a thousand flighty blushes telling otherwise, it seemed that version of her had finally come out to play.

Now the hunt was on, and the hunter thrilled to its beat.

She hung on every word, grinning conspiratorially. "You're right," she nodded, all but licking her chops. Her mind's eye raced with images of a bikini-clad Evelyn in the ring, and her real ones flickered appreciatively down their form. "I haven't seen what you roll around in. But I think I can get a pretty good idea, and..." She trailed off. Why settle for an image when the real thing was so close?

Her hands slapped the table, and she leaned over both desserts like a stalking cat. "Tell you what. I'll take that bet. I live a few kilos east of here." A thumb jutted out towards the sunlight. "So if we can toe that dangerous line between eating fast and brain freeze, we should be able to catch the sunset on the way to my place."

Satsuki leaned back, casually taking a giant scoop of pink and white into her straining spoon. "And then we could... compare?" Down went the yogurt. There wasn't much left in her cup.

[Monsy]

Once Evelyn found her footing, much of the remaining tension slipped from her shoulders. Finally a topic that Evelyn can dance a little in. She wanted to stay in this zone, so nibbled on spoon-tips of froyo as Satsuki replied to her little poke of fun. From what she’s learned, it seemed like just the thing that can get their attention. She was all for that. Call it a small hunger for the eyes.

“Hm?” Evelyn’s brow started to raise when they stalled, the end of the inverted spoon sat inside her mouth. The slap brought her eyes downward, and when they flashed up, the two were rather close. It’s almost like she can hear their breathing. If this were ten minutes ago, the heat inside her face from the spook would’ve wrought a stumble. Now, it just made her stay close, then tilt her head as though every word was being soaked in and propped up that newfound smugness that didn’t falter. She propped a hand underneath her chin, elbow on the table and pulled the spoon out, “Sunsets and beach-bods, huh?” Her head tilted to catch the blemishing colours of orange-yellow. “Wow, all that’s missing is the red wine and some music to kick back to.”


Evelyn put her spoon down on the table, picking up the cup itself, “Maybe it’ll just be you admiring, instead. I got that effect.”


Now with something to look forward to, Evelyn was quite quick to put the cup’s edge to her mouth, then tapping the bottom with her finger until the leftover froyo slid into her mouth. The freeze was a nasty frostbite. Her whole mouth lit up and the throb reached her head rather quickly. She looked down at the table, closed her eyes, then hunkered down to swallow. She shook her head then placed the empty cup down. “Done.” Both arms stretched over her head, with one arm folding behind and grabbing the opposite elbow. “Mmmmm. Not going to lie, I’m actually a little excited to get on that bike again. First times really do open you up.” Her eyes opened, “Ready to ride off, friend?”

[FreestylePoet]

The flirting game was a dangerous one. A delicate tet-a-tet, teetering on the line between enticing and scaring. Like learning a poker player's tells and tendencies, feedback was key. And everything about Evelyn was a green flag. Satsuki hummed around her yogurt-laden spoon, turning over their words in her head. They'd built around her plans: Red wine she could do in a way that Evelyn had likely never seen before. Music was so common in her life that it was never really in question.

Her planning was cut short by a quick lift of Evelyn's paper cup. Three taps later, and Evelyn would drop it and see two raised eyebrows on Satsuki's face. "Wow." This surprise was genuine but welcome. "Normally I'd bug you about 'living in the moment' because this is pretty damn good yogurt, but... I think I oughta take your eagerness as a compliment." She copied her partner, upturning her froyo until it slid into her throat. Even the brain-frozen shudder was mirrored.

Satsuki rose from her seat, offering a hand to the other woman. "Hell yeah, Party Girl. Into the sunset." With a quick salute to the underpaid teen behind the counter, she led her companion back out to the bike. It was there that mischief struck once again. Grinning dumbly the whole time, she hurried ahead to start the bike and kick its stand away. Then, keeping her grip on the handlebars, she slid back to where Evelyn had once sat.

"How 'bout another first time? I can pump the brakes and handle turns for us, but most of the trip's just a straightaway."

[Monsy]

Sometimes, she just needed to feed her curiosity. A woman who whips through lanes with no helmet, buys her froyo and rides an expensive bike. Judging by that - she can only imagine what sort of house she’s going to run into. Parties gave her a good palette of what to expect, especially back home. Japan was a new dancefloor altogether, with its beat feeling almost too foreign to not explore every nook and cranny when she could. So to say she was rushed to knock back that froyo was a little understated. “Good!” Evelyn flashed a finger-gun at them. It would be the same hand that took theirs, and together, they’d leave, giving her patent, “Bang.” Finger-gun and wink routine before they’d return outside.

The difference in temp brought a small shiver. A bit of wind swiped some hair across her face, down back by combing it over her ear and keeping pace. Then she slowed to watch them take the bike, making sure to fix her hair some more, then twirl strands around her index. She stopped right beside them, expecting to be the passenger. But this was wholly now.

“You want me to drive? Uhm…”

Evelyn bit her bottom lip, looking over the machine. Its engine roar took away the start, and perhaps a more tedious task. But now she’d be jumping into the thick of the dangerous part. Driving. Not only that, a first time on a city street. Talk about a dive in. Evelyn didn’t seem so eager at first - but she’d shuffle forward, nodding with a quick conviction, “Well, I do sorta have an understanding from watching you. First…”

Evelyn weaved beneath their arm, popping up between them as her leg snaked over, and she sat, backing up into them. Her feet settled on the pegs and calibrated with their motions. “I sit. Then… I grab…” Her hand pulled in the clutch, the other on the throttle, “You good back there? Oh, and in advance, I’m sorry if I get us killed. If it’s any consolation, it will at least be with style. Now… Um… Right… We just… Twisty. Tootsy, and kaaaablam-” Evelyn darted her eyes from her feet, to the clutch, then throttle, giving it a small twist. Her hand eased off the clutch with each passing moment, until she let go and they were sailing! “Ohshitimgoing.”

She turned stiff at the shoulders. Her movements were robotic like one slip up would see the engine spontaneously combust. Bit by bit, though, Evelyn was easing her way. A deep inhale here, an exhale out the nose there, and she was ready to give it gas. Once she picked up speed, she started to approach her first set of cars. Her bottom lip rolled in, and she squeezed the clutch, flicking the gear up, then twisting the throttle to roar forward, zipping between them with only a very subtle lean. After that, she was coasting, steadily increasing, but not by much anymore. Now they just had the sunset to drink in. The orange garden in the sky, like something out of a painting. “Wish we had noise-cancelling headphones to block all the zipping out!”

[FreestylePoet]

"Trust me, there's no way I'd let you kill me with my own bike." Satsuki giggled despite the morbid joke. From there, she simply let Evelyn explore the machine. She'd half a mind to pull up the user's guide on her phone, but what help would that be? Evelyn seemed a fast learner, and besides, it wasn't as if Satsuki had ever read the thing herself. Sure enough, Evelyn figured it out eventually, and only took a little bit of rubber off her boot in the process.

As they set off, Satsuki fell into an easy watchfulness, resting laxly on Evelyn's back. She let her chin laze upon the other's shoulder, staring ahead with half-lids. As promised, her hands laid lightly across their counterparts, ready to guide Evelyn out of any sudden trouble. "Zipping's part of the fun, babe." The comfort was earned. If Satsuki had anything less than the utmost faith that she'd survive this trip, she'd be a far more active teacher. But Evelyn seemed to have a solid handle on things for now, leaving Satsuki to merely offer a gracious tip here, a pointed direction there. Sunset fell straight ahead, casting beams of gold then orange then red upon their short trip.

The navigation got simpler as their trip went on; tight city corners became ritzy straightaways. Eventually, they found themselves gliding down Tokyo's equivalent of Billionaire's Row. Each successive building passed by with a greater gleam than the last. One by one, the skyscrapers became taller, more sleek, more modern. Their front entrances became more ornate, and the clientele milling about became more well-dressed.

And yet, Satsuki didn't instruct her to stop. Not until they reached the tallest spire of the bunch. Its glass and steel reflected the final scarlet hues of the setting sun as Satsuki poked Evelyn's shoulder. "This one," she said plainly, as if she were guiding them to a simple one-family home in suburbia rather than a palatial monument to cosmopolity. She brought them to a black steel gate, inlaid with gold and brass, where they came to a puttering stop. "Sorry if this seems like a bit of a flex." Satsuki hugged Evelyn's waist, nuzzling against the other girl's shoulder. "But it kinda is. And if you like wine... well, I don't think I've gotta tell you what kind of wine you'll find up here."

[Monsy]

The sky’s bend had a pleasant scent for the eye. A feel of peach and thirst-quenching air for your tongue. Whistle against the skin. Warmth on her back and chills on the neck. Her face relaxed, zoning into deeper octaves of focus. The elbows eased. Lots of what came was just by feeling. Riding at speed put her brain on the spot, so it replied rapid-fire, with her hands, feet and balance in command. Thus, the fear of motorcycles melted down the drain. For the most part.

At least it was a fairly straight path, much easier when you weren't having to grow eyes in the back of her head. Or being hyper aware of every crevice, judging the size of the vehicle to the vehicle next to you. Glories of a bike. Bar the thought that if they got T-boned, their chances of serious injury seemed much greater being exposed. Oh well… Guess she just doesn’t crash. Which came simple. And with her guardian angel on the backseat, it felt all the better. “Eh?” Evelyn’s eyes wandered, “The big one?” They’re all big. “Ah, the super one.” She clarified to herself.

Together they came to the gate and Evelyn was busy looking up and around. The sun bounced off the panes, shimmered and sparkled. The place was clean with even the steel having a baby face. Asphalt with little cracks, obsidian-black. It’s vibrant wherever she glances. Her head turned slightly, glancing at Satsuki, “No kid, this is soooo omega crazy. You really live in that?” Evelyn’s head tipped up as the golden gate opened. She eased on the clutch and cruised forward, following the path for some form of parking. It came to a pathway where the sun was replaced by overhead lights, with arrayed cement spires. “My day is becoming more insane by the minute.” She whispered, then cruised down into the underground garage. The motorcycle echoed with subtle twist of the throttle, its growl like a predator. “Where would you like me to park?”