Some Serious Funk
"Op! Up! Aha!" A cocky grin was plastered right across the superheroine's face, as she hopped through space, always just inches away from her adversary's fingertips. She didn't want to hit him just yet; she was having way too much fun teasing. The group of individuals Finch and her friends were up against was small game; they were low-level thugs sent by the leader of a drug cartel to "take out that annoying badass brigade".
They had so far been unsuccessful.
And a great warm-up for Finch, who was still becoming accustomed to her powers. The whole 'space' aspect of the 'space/time manipulation' bit of her powers was new to her, and she felt like the world's biggest novice compared to the rest of the group. She was a regular dipshit next to Poltergeist, and she couldn't even come close to doing half the damage that Badass could. But she was a shiesty bitch, and was annoying as hell in a fight.
It was a skill she had picked up in the twenties. If you're small, fight dirty. If you're weak, fight dirty. And if your opponent has any sort of leg up on you, you fight dirty.
In the blink of an eye, she had popped behind her opponent and given him a swift knock to the back of the neck with her pistol, sending him crumpling to the ground. She smiled brightly. She couldn't do any of the cool legsweeps like Red could, but she could sure as hell sneak up on a guy.
There was a loud crack, and Red and sent another one of the men flying into a telephone pole. She always handled herself so well, and Finch would always be jealous of her strength. But sometimes she could be a bit short sighted. Like when she had three extra thugs creeping up on her. Yup. That's when Finch knew how to be cool.
"I've got you, Red!" A quick hop through space, and she had her arms wrapped around her friend's small frame, preparing for another jump.
"Wait, whatthefuck!" was all that the smaller woman had time to blurt out, before they were sucked backwards in space, landing hard on the stone ground.
"Good as new!" Finch grinned, dusting off Red's coat. "Y'had like fifteen birds sneakin up on you, now that wouldn't have been fair, would it?"
"No, Finch, but I could have—" She trailed off, becoming aware of her surroundings. They were significantly lacking in adversaries… and electricity. The streets were no longer paved, but cobblestone, and a horse clopped right past the pair without a care. Red narrowed her eyes at the other girl, "What the fuck year is it?"
Finch averted her eyes, holding her hand out for the redheaded woman to take. "I don't keep the time, I just travel it."
"Okaaaaaaay, guys and dolls, we're going to be doing a dance that I think everyone is competent enough to figure out, so get on down here because this is the Cha Cha Slide."
Nora gazed longingly at the dance floor from behind the bar; her chin perched in her palm. Almost the entire club was on the dance floor, and with nobody ordering drinks, she had nothing to do but stare on in envy. Though she wasn't very good at it, Nora had always enjoyed dancing. Everyone always wanted to dance with the bartender in the twenties, and though the same was true in the new millennium, she didn't know any of the current dances. She had already embarrassed herself enough the first time she had tried to do the Charleston to "Teach Me How To Dougie".
"You should go dance." She glanced over at one of her regulars, Catherine, who was perched on a stool at the end of the bar. She smirked at her through her martini, and cocked her head toward the dance floor. "I'll watch the bar for you."
Nora smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "You mean you don't want to? Besides, I wouldn't know what to do with myself out there."
Catherine laughed aloud, shaking her head. "If you can't do the Cha Cha Slide, I'll be surprised. I'll take another drink when you get back though, for keeping an eye out for ya."
Nora's face lit up with joy, and she had to hold back planting a kiss on her cheek as she rushed past the bar to the dance floor. She shoved her way to the very front of the dance floor, right in front of Lorelei's DJ booth. She waved excitedly at her redheaded friend, who grinned and shook her head at her. "Okay everybody, It's time to get funky."
Before Nora had the chance to collect herself, the lyricist began chanting out dance steps. To the right. To the left. Take it back. Take it back where? The person to her left bumped into her, jostling her into the girl on her right. She smiled and mumbled out apologies to both parties, but couldn't wrap her head around the beat. Were these dance moves or commands? Why was it so demanding? She could see Lorelei roll her eyes at her, even from up in the booth, and she shook her head, making her way down to the dance floor.
"What the hell kind of dunce are you that you can't do the Cha Cha Slide?" She demanded, pulling her beanie snug onto her head, "This is my dummy dance, dummy."
"It's just so demanding!" Nora protested, bumping into the guy on her left. "Y'know I would beat guys up for ordering me around like this."
The redhead snapped her fingers. "Focus! Listen up, fuckass." She took Nora by the arm and walked with her, forcing her through the steps. "Right foot stomp." She stomped her foot. "Left foot now stomp." She stomped the other. "See? It's not hard, dum-dum."
Nora smiled brightly and at the command of "turn it out", took her friend by the hand and twirled her around. "I'll have to teach you how to dance next."
"NO, goddammit, I don't do that!" She laughed, as Nora crushed her in a hug, dragging her about the dance floor in an awkward waltz. "I'm just supposed to watch you make an ass of yourself."
"That's not how it works when you're my friend." Nora grinned, "You get to be an ass with me. Isn't that how friendship goes?" She smiled, releasing Lorelei finally as she grabbed another dance partner, an unsuspecting hipster boy with a half-mohawk. Lorelei shook her head and chuckled to herself. She supposed she would just have to get used to it.