“Can’t say I have,” she replied, still taking in the slightly stale, heated air of their new surroundings. Truth be told, she had not entirely known just what she had said yes to back when they set out and there still was a slight possibility that her fellow Rocket might one day per her back for the whole pretending to not be a rocket to mess with her thing. But, for one, even that could prove entertaining to begin with and for the other, Vio was not in the business of saying no to pretty women that asked her to accompany her somewhere. Or men, for that matter, though she had not run into the latter much, lately.
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Even so, she did like this one. Especially when she had recently showered, like tonight. Violet smirked, remembering that little factoid, then she adjusted a bit more to this place. Despite being a child of two worlds in some senses herself, this was quite different from either, though it probably meshed better with being a rocket. She should probably get used to these sorts of things to begin with.[break]
Plus, even if it had just been a façade, they’d been called VIPs for a hot minute, which always was nice. Half turning, she focused on Cyg’s face in the fluorescent light. “But this does seem exciting so far. I like the subterfuge. I’ll just trust you know how to keep a gal entertained.”
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Ah, beer, the common man’s wine. Which was funny because back in the day, wine had been the common man’s wine to begin with. But today was not one of these days when she would carefully taste a good wine to appear refined. No. Though she also did not change her role too much. Just because she had come to a grungy place like this did not mean that she would stop pretending to be hailing from Sinnohsian wealth. Just that she was also a Rocket that could adapt to situations like this.
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Hence, there was no unease as she seated herself, making sure that it was all clean first. That soft smile never left her lips though, especially when her partner/date started to geek out a little bit about this fight and all. It was kind of cute, after all. And informative. Her eyes followed the explanations, quickly fixating on the Drakloak.[break][break]
However, she was soon drawn back to the googly eyes after all. “The next big thing, you say? Well, I personally am partial towards ghost types, so I might be interested to see what he can do,” she noted, pleasantly, deciding to just join in with that conversation and play to the other’s interest. “Who do you think will win this bout? The strong or the ostensibly swift? You are the expert here after all, my dear~.”
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Beer and a hotdog, eh? That reminded her of home, but not in the best of ways. Not that father had been a drunkard or anything. Far from that. But this had been a common kind of combination she witnessed back then, those monthly little BBQs with the whole family, usually involving father butting heads with her brother and all of them mostly ignoring her. Yet, today she was here in a place that could not be further from all that if it tried, watching a fight that she had no connection with at all – but she was not being ignored.
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Sure, Cyg was clearly focused on what was happening in front of them, but she still made conversation, she still offered treats. That was a lot more than her family had brought to the proverbial table. Hence, even mostly on her own in a place she knew next to nothing about, she felt much more at home than out there on the clearing, near their house in the forest. “A hot dog is fine,” she hence replied softly, before chuckling. “I might look all fancy and such, but I am not some kind of snob, don’t worry. I can find enjoyment in just about anything and anyone, as long as they are not boring me stiff.” Which, ironically, was far more likely on a fancy party than in a place like this, really.
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“Though I personally prefer cunning and all that. It suits me much better, personally. Trying to brute-force your way just gets you scars like this one.” Saying that, she briefly closed her eye, as if to show off the scar there. Granted, that was not exactly how she’d gotten it, no underground Pokefights or such. But she still liked to be proud of it. That helped make it an accessory, instead of an imperfection.
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“Ah, there are a lot of good things to be said about straightforwardness, too,” she replied jovially, though she gave a pleased nod at the compliment. It was odd that some people did not notice the scar, but she just chalked that up to her otherwise radiant beauty, really. Which was not too far fetched, in her humble opinion.
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But that was probably neither here nor there. She just liked the way the other dealt with it, really. Plus, Cyg had protected her from whatever trash and bodily fluids might have come spraying her way. Never diminish someone who just did that, especially with their own body. Which did lead to some beer or something similar on Cyg’s face, which could not be left standing. Hence, Vio went for a handkerchief and would simply try to wipe that off briefly. “I mean, look at me. I did take you for a bit of a fool when we met just because. Probably wasn’t too nice, even if done in somewhat good faith. The bad thing about being cunning is that you can’t really do it by half. Have to hone your arts at all times, right. Your lack of cunning in that regard is kind of refreshing and endearing, really. Especially among Rockets.”
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Now that response, it made her chuckle right away, a hand half hiding her mouth as she did, though it was probably one of her more genuine reactions in the end. The impetus was true – it was just that she had learned the fanciest way of expressing it, really. Which probably was part of what was confusing the other here. A testament to her own skill in pretending to be what she wanted to be, really. Though it admittedly made it difficult to form proper bonds sometimes, all the same.
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Maybe a bit more honesty would be good here, since she could sense the other’s confusion. “It was meant as a compliment, dear. But I guess I sometimes overdo it a bit with the act, you know? Actually, I will let you in on a bit of a secret. You see, when I grew up I might not have been to underground cage matches or the like, but I got brought up by a rural family, nothing too fancy. It was only when I got older that I realized that I was a Fairbanks and I did my very best to live up to that name. It does seem like that is working, but maybe a bit too well at times.”

She’d retract her handkerchief and carefully put it away, to not sully her clothes by doing so. “But since I am, well, me, a lot of the time I only attract those that are similar. Hence, it is refreshing to be with someone more down-to-earth, you know? Reminds me of the old days in some ways, though not in a bad way or anything.” Now, obviously that was not the real story, but it wasn’t a lie, either. It was the most difficult of things to pull-off. The in-between.
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“Nah, not a farm girl,” she replied, leaning back herself. Granted, she cared a whole lot less about the whole match there, but more about this conversation. She did not often let the mask slip, even a little bit. Even now, it did not truly slip, though she did start getting into more of the truth here regardless. It was calculated, deliberate, as anything else she said and did. Cyg had a certain other blonde to thank for that, in particular. Violet was not going to allow for a repeat of that. She’d rather risk insulting this woman than getting hurt again.
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But this much should be fine. “I was brought up to become a ranger, actually. Small lodge in the mountains, far from everything. At least I had a digital life-line, otherwise I might have become an actual hermit.” She laughed again, though this time with a twinge of sadness. Evidently, this wasn’t something she disliked to just about anyone. But this girl was asking the right questions at least. “Being a Fairbanks means….nothing and everything, in a way. It is a state of mind to be refined and fancy, as you put it. But that means often being surrounded by those sorts of types. The kind of people who look down on those below them, and are looked down for just that in return. That’s what those of perceived lower standing think of me, too.” She sighed, once more. Though, granted, she was guilty of looking down on others, too. But she usually had different reasons for that.[break][break]
“I left behind a life that just wasn’t for me back then. But that doesn’t mean I disdain those who could and would live such a life, enjoy it. It’s just rare to meet someone like you who doesn’t just assume I look down on them, you know?”
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“It was nice, yes. Just incredibly boring. And everyone expected me to become this great ranger since my so-called brother just would not do it. Had no talent for it though, so I ended up working harder than anyone else only to still remain kind of inadequate all the same.” She sighed. This truly was something she hardly ever had opportunity to talk about. It likely came across as a bit of a mess regardless, mostly because she still insisted to conceal the truth where she could. But at the very least, Cyg already knew more about her real history than most of Rocket.
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Still, it felt weird to say it out loud, so she took a swig of beer herself. “And as for the money? Well, no one ever just gave me that, name or not. All I got I earned myself. Through lies, theft and blackmail of course. Because there is no safety net for me, Fairbanks or not. I use the name for my own benefit, but I’ve never been given the kind of pampering and charity that people think I did. But it is still useful to have them think that. So, I can’t exactly let the mask slip at any time.” She sighed again, giving a weary smile at the other expressing faux pity. Oh, she knew. Violet had way, way too much experience with that sort of thing to just be fooled.[break][break]
But that was fine. She did not expect to be understood. At least not on that level. “But that also means most people just pretend to like me for my money or my looks. It’s so difficult to find someone whom I can actually trust. Last time I trusted someone, she took me for a fool, hitting me straight in the face when I finally felt I could take the relationship beyond the screwin’.” She put a bit of an accent on for that last part, then grinning as if to convey that yes, she could also talk like that when she wanted.
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