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Drinking it up

Well, Ruffnut would be anyway. Hit Girl couldn't and definitely wouldn't drink anything alcoholic: as far as she knew, drinking dulled the senses, and that was something she couldn't afford. Maintaining the persona of two different people on the ship was no easy job, and it required her remembering herself and what she could and could not say.

Instead, she'd save a spot for her sparring partner to pop over and talk and converse. If the barmaid came over, she guessed she could order a soda or something. If anyone else wanted to converse with a ten year old girl wearing a superhero outfit though, they were more than welcome.

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It was at this moment, despite her misgivings on alcohol, that she wished she could share this mug with Ruffnut, but this was still pretty awesome. Maki9ng friends had never been Hit Girl's strong point (or Mindy's, when it got down to it), but Ruffnut was someone it was impossible for her not to like.

"But speaking of that-any guy YOU'RE interested in on the ship?"

Ruffnut made a rude sound with her lips in exasperation, "Nope. Haven't even found any guys worth hanging out with other then like...the Overlord and he's not even really a guy." She shrugged, "Their loss." She added.

"Really? Not one? These guys must suck: there are a lot of guys on this ship, hell, even alien dudes. You figure there'd be someone worth it. Then again, who knows, maybe we can find a way to make the Overlord in a human guise."

It sounded hard though, and would probably take more looking into of magic to figure out.

"I'm not in a hurry." She tilted her helmet back with a smile, "Guys as a rule are stupid. When a really cool one comes along I'll see him a mile away~"

Still this did bring up something that Ruffnut hadn't considered before. Outside of her viking friends...hit girl and the overlord she didn't really hang out with anyone. She spent most of her every day sleeping and running around.

"No one said you had to rush into getting a guy," Hit Girl said, "But I don't know about most guys being stupid. Maybe we just need to put you out there or something. I mean, I'm kinda learning this stuff by ear myself, I'm only ten and before this I had interaction with pretty much no one."

Hit Girl had an inkling Ruffnut wasn't usually social, which suited her fine. She hardly was herself.

"And Odin knows we're gonna be here for awhile." There was a laugh, "I probably should get out more. Back home it was always like, the five of us. Me and Tuffnut, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Astrid. We played together, trained together, worked together...oh and there was Hiccup too but he was a total loser for most of it."

"Well, you have, like, the Astrid girl and Hiccup around, not to mention me and the Overlord, right? And Hiccup is less of a loser now, right? But yeah, might be a good idea to get yourself out there. You'll have to if you want to be an Overlord anyway, right?"

Hit Girl might not need people around her all the time, but for what Ruffnut was going to do, it would be necessary.

"Eventually yeah. I guess I'll need minions." She grinned a silly grin, "I'll have them carry me around silently like Zetta does...or I'll make them laugh evilly for me." She winked.

Hit Girl rolled her eyes. "Ok see, I think Overlord Zetta's minions are kinda creepy. What's the point of having minions if they don't have free will and CHOOSE to serve you? Plus, I think you can laugh way eviler than any minion, right?"

Ruffnut responded with a loud and proud evil laugh that drew some stares which she promptly ignored.

"You got that right!"

Hit Girl saw the stares and casually flipped them off.

"See? You're getting good at it already. So I'm curious: you ever regret anything on your world?"

Ruffnut looked like she had to think hard about this one. It took a minute. She even took another draft from her drink while she played back her memories.

"I guess so yeah. I mean...if I could go back and do something over I'd totally screw up less in dragon training, and I'd have pounced on Hiccup before Astrid." She shook her head to clear it, "But I'm happy with how things turned out in the end so maybe not."

She took another drink on her own.

"I don't have much to regret except for when me and dad agreed to meet up with Kick Ass, and that was when the enemy got the drop on us. Other than that, I don't really have any regrets."

Ruffnut was learning more about Hitgirl every couple of drinks it seemed, "Kick ass?" She asked curiously.

"A poor ass superhero who's heart was in the right place. Actually, can't even say poor ass, he saved me from getting killed by the same bastard that got my dad killed. So he was an OK guy. Kinda like a brother, really. Sorta blamed himself for dad dying, and I kinda did too, for a little while."

"Wait...blamed him or blamed you?" Ruffnut had heard about people feeling guilty when a loved one died. Astrid went through it when she was young. Hiccup and his father both as well though for different reasons.

"I blamed him. It wasn't his fault, but through him they captured dad and him, actually. Tortured him, beat him, and then I came to take them out. Then in the fight...they set fire to dad. He started screaming out instructions, how to take them out so I wouldn't get hurt. I did, but it was too late to stop the fire, ya know. So I blamed Kick ass, he was the one that led the bad guys to us and stuff."

She shook her head, and grabbed Ruffnut's drink again, taking another drag. "I don't like talking about that stuff, because it sucks, but you're my teammate, so I figure it'll come out eventually."

Ruffnut nodded in understanding and would have gladly surrendered her entire drink to Hitgirl if it would make her feel any better. "At least you got the bastards." She decided, "He'll be proudly watching over you from his place in the stars." She paused in thought and added, "Heh, I guess we're alot closer to our ancestors these days, flying through the stars."

See, this was one of the reasons Hit Girl liked Ruffnut: none of that sympathy stuff.

"That's why I'm here and training. Wherever dad is now, he's gonna be expecting me to do my best. So long as I'm stuck on this ship, I'm gonna be shaping up my skills. I may not care that much about Earth, but it was my home. I think a good spot of vengeance is in order."

"You bet your tiny butt!" Ruffnut cheered and took another swig. "We're gonna stomp those bugs so hard their ancestors are gonna feel it!" She threw out a dramatic thumbs up "Revenge is a dish best served."

Though she was missing part of the phrase it didn't matter, she got the point.

"My tiny-" Hit Girl actually looked startled for a moment before shaking her heda, laughing. "Yeah, we'll do that. Revenge IS a dish best served cold."

No, Hit girl didn't know much about Star Trek but she definitely knew the beginning of Kill Bill.

She heard an alert on the Omnicomm, ansd looked at message, then had a few responses before turning to Ruffnut. "Um, I'm supposed to teach you how to use the Omnicomm, and apparently we're going to have a major training session with the overlord soon."

"The what now?" Ruffnut asked finishing off her third drink and setting it aside. She hadn't so much looked at another Omnicomm since she found out it involved reading and writing. Again, too complicated in her mind. Waste of time. Hiccup's sort of thing.

Hit Girl sighed. "Look, I know you think its annoying, but read this stupid thing. You actually get information about people and shit on here, and the Overlord is gonna expect us to read it anyway. But whatever, look here he's going to want us to get ready for some new training session or whatever-give me that!"

She finishes the drink, thrusting the Omnicon in Ruffnut's direction. "Read that!"

"You drink pretty well for someone too young to drink." Ruffnut teased taking the Omnicon and looking at it disinterested. An eyebrow quirked as she realized she actually understood the scribbles and unfamiliar runes on the screen "Weeeeeird." She commented before looking at Hit Girl, "So we gotta go now?"

"I'll say," Hit Girl said. "This stuff tastes pretty awful to me too, so that's saying something that I'm keeping it down."

She shrugged. "Considering what we might have to do next? Yeah, I'd say ts time to go."

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