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Seriously?

[Meanwhile, Skye had to make herself a drivers license because she didn't pass hers.

The smile doesn't leave her face as she takes a seat.]

Yeah, I'd like that.

[Skye had been looking forward to this ever since Clara had texted her the other day. It was nice to do something that felt normal and didn't revolve around messed up situations. Of course, it was hard to avoid those sorts of situations in this place. But, so far today has gone pretty good.]

How's life been now that you aren't stuck living in a tree?

[ohshutup]

[Oh, Skye wouldn’t want to see Clara in a car. The motorcycle is where it ends.]

Well, my best friend showed up. So I’ve been getting that all sorted.

[Leaving Skye to imagine that this mystery best friend is some similarly aged young woman, who knows Clara through perfectly normal means.]

What about yourself?

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Really?

[There have been a lot of surprises since Skye has gotten here, but she's never had someone she knew from back home show up here. Which, partially, she's glad about. She wouldn't want anyone else to be dealing with this, but she misses the team desperately.]

How's that been going?

[Skye feels it's safe to assume Clara is happy to have her best friend here, but maybe she's feeling the same way Skye does about all of this.]

Spent most of my Friday making paper snowflakes, so, my week has been pretty wild.

[Not to brag or anything.]

[ohshutup]

Pretty well. Maybe not as great as paper snowflakes, of course. [A bright, teasing grin.] You really know how to party.

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Oh yeah, totally.

[This is why they got on so well in the first place. Skye appreciates it when someone can be as sarcastic and teasing as she is with others.]

So, what do you want to drink?

[Even though this was Clara's suggestion, she figures she could at least buy the first round.]

it took me this long to figure out what she was going to order

[ohshutup]

[There's a clear moment of hesitation behind her smile, before she says, ] I'll just have what you're having. Surprise me.

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Cool.

[Going over to the bar, Skye doesn’t have to wait long for their drinks to be made. It’s nothing super fancy or exciting, but she went with Jack and Coke for the both of them. Giving the bartender a tip, Skye brings their drinks back over and sets Clara’s in front of her before sitting back down.]

Have you had jack and coke before?

[ohshutup]

[Clara puts on a bright smile, thanks Skye, and silently regrets every choice that led her to this moment in life.]

At some point, I'm sure. Uni, probably.

[Sounding a bit as if she can't quite recall her wild university days, which is a bit of an exaggeration. She spent a lot more time with books than she did with booze.]

I'm a bit of a heavyweight, just as a heads up.

[Because she's not quite ready to tell Skye that she's sort of dead, and this is a much easier way of saying that the alcohol won't affect her.]

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[Skye's eyebrows raise in surprise when she mentions being a heavyweight when it came to drinking.]

Really? Is that a challenge I hear?

[Skye hadn't planned on getting wasted tonight, but it's not like she had to do anything tomorrow either.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara laughs, a little surprised at the response.]

Nah, I just don't want you wondering later when you're in your cups and I'm not.

[It's a bit of a joke, but also not; Clara's just concerned that Skye will think she's taking advantage of her, letting her drink her fill while staying completely sober over here on purpose.]

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[Skye smiles in amusement at the "in your cups" comment. Must be a British saying.]

So what you're saying is, you think I can't keep up with you.

[Skye could hold her alcohol pretty well, depending on how much she's eating/slept that day. She's not actually taking any of this to heart of course.]

[ohshutup]

[Alright, Skye, have it your way.]

I warned you.

[Clara picks up the jack and coke, takes a nice, long sip, and hides her grimace under a broad smile.]

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[Taking a much smaller sip from her own, Skye places it back down on the table for now.]

So you drank a lot in college?

[Because that’s what Skye had gathered from what Clara had said a minute ago.]

[ohshutup]

[Ah, well. She's made her bed, and now she has to lie in it.

... Get it? Lie?]

Not a lot, a lot. About average. Normal college amounts of drinking.

[Which... is probably making her sound even more like an alcoholic, when in reality the truth lies in the other direction. At eighteen, she probably drank a glass of wine every other month.]

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[Her vague response is enough to make Skye smile in amusement.]

Right.

[Skye had never finished high school much less gone to college.]

What did you go to college for?

[ohshutup]

Literature. [A tiny bit of a sheepish smile, because she knows it sounds far dorkier than she's so far tried to portray herself.] I'm an English teacher.

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[Skye didn't think that was all dorky, if anything it was impressive. And at the very least far more impressive than anything Skye has done with her life.]

Really? For kids or for college students?

[ohshutup]

Kids. [Her eyes light up a little, thinking about them.] Well, teenagers. Year sevens.

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Wow. That’s got to be a lot to handle.

[Or maybe not every teenager was as difficult as Skye when she was their age.]

Did you always want to be a teacher?

[ohshutup]

[She seems to think about it for a moment, but resolves with a shake of the head.]

Nah. I wanted to be a flight attendant, for a while, or an anthropologist. Something I could travel the world with.

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[Eyebrows lifting in surprise as Clara lists off the things she's thought about being, Skye lifts her glass to her lips to take a quick sip before responding.]

All of those are a big leap from the other.

[She does understand that urge to travel. Skye often dreamt of escaping New York when she was younger.]

What made you decide to go into teaching?

[ohshutup]

[A vague shrug, and then another sip of her drink. She drums her fingers along the side of the glass.]

I like kids. I'm good with them. [Always hoped she'd have them herself one day, but that didn't work out. Her eyes flick back up to Skye's, warm and honest.] It wasn't something I'd dreamed of doing, mind you. But being a nanny wasn't paying the bills.

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[Skye appreciated her honesty, even if she didn't have to be that open about it not being her dream job.]

Were you able to fit in some traveling at least? During summer vacation anyway.

[ohshutup]

[At that, Clara's smile stretches into something more knowing and subtly playful, like she's got a tiny inside joke with herself.]

Yeah, from time to time. I don't like to stay in one place.

[But enough about her.]

What do you do?

[morethan084]

[Smiling, Skye nods in understanding.]

Something else we have in common.

[Although the reasons behind Skye's restlessness is probably different to Clara's. At her question, Skye hesitates. That's the first time since she's arrived here that someone has asked her that and she's not sure how to respond. It's not like Coulson is here to slap her on the wrist or put a tracker back on her, but it still feels wrong to admit that she works for a secret government agency. Especially when, technically, she's still in training.

Hell, she doesn't even know if she's alive back home.]

A little bit of everything. Whatever pays the bills, right?

[As if she hadn't been living in her van before she got taken in by SHIELD. Skye is a pretty good liar, usually, but she's not great at hiding how uncomfortable she was with the question. Especially when she's quick to try and change topics.]

Apparently, this place holds a karaoke night on Tuesdays. So that should totally be a thing we do sometime. Even if it's just watching other drunk people sing.