A chair flew over both of their heads, crashing through a window as she made for an exit. Any exit. "You don't know the half of it, kid." She replied, oddly jolly for someone facing down a swift and violent end.

A figure appeared in her peripheral vision; a glance over and she saw that the mutant was quickly crawling his way along the wall past them. He was going to block their path by intercepting them at the door. Like bloody hell, he is! Megan changed courses last second, throwing herself out the shattered window instead. She landed and rolled, ignoring the crunch of broken glass and stinging from where it had jabbed into her. There were more pressing matters at hand than a few wee cuts.

A howl of rage rang out from inside, as the mutant shifted course to follow. Still dragging her companion along, she hauled ass out down the sidewalk they had ended up on, and turned the corner with the beast hot on their heels. Around the corner, up ahead of them, her motorbike sat waiting. "Get on the bike!" She pointed forward, slowly only so she could nudge the redhead onward. People were filtering out of the bar, scattering all over the place in a panic. Megan tried to use that to her advantage by tripping a bar patron into the path of the oncoming monster, before she too headed for her bike.

Ty ran as fast as he could, oddly not feeling the effects of the limp. Huh, that was odd, yet not exactly bad. Ty just stumbled out of the window, recovering only on account of the woman tugging his arm as they rushed to the bike.

He didn't look back. His only two goals were to get on the bike, and to not fall before he got there. Though it'd be nice if the world would stop spinning for two freaking seconds.

Once he finally made it to the bike, the drunk redhead waited for his new friend before climbing on behind her and hanging on. He knew this was going to be rough.

The twenty six year old climbed onto her vehicle, kicked the rest up, and veered away from the curb with all the grace and conviction of a fledgling bank robber on his first gig. She ripped down the street, her helmet forgotten on the cement behind, and picked up speed quickly. The mutant was still hot on her tail, inexplicably managing to catch up.

"There's a gun strapped to the left side of this bike! Grab it, aim, and shoot that #$%@^# in the face!" The monster took a swipe at her back tire and clipped it slightly. The glancing blow was still enough to cause her to swerve and swear colorfully until she got her bike back under control.

Hopefully, the kid would be able to reach her taser and aim well enough to actually hit their pursuer. It was the only long range weapon she had on her, and she wasn't looking forward to eating pavement if he clipped her tire again.

Ty held on for dear life as they sped off, meeting her colorful swears with a few of his own. When she told him about the gun, and shooting...he cursed again. Okay, first on the list, look on the left, and not the right. Now that he had it...

They had pretty much zero chance. If they were standing perfectly still in broad daylight, with no wind, no alcohol, and the monster wasn't rushing them...he still had about a 75% chance of missing...So now...they were pretty well screwed.

One hand still wrapped around Megan, he steadied the taser with his free hand, looking back and taking deep breaths. Well, here went nothing...

When he fired...it actually hit the creature in the face. Ty's jaw dropped, and he blinked. "Either I'm so drunk I'm delusional, or I actually hit him. In which case that's prolly the luckiest I'll get tonight," he said, not realizing he said the last part out loud.

"Woo! YES! I could kiss you right now!" Twin barbs struck the mutant in the forehead. They sank in deep, and before the cords were ripped from the gun he got the full zap of electricity. He stumbled, howling in pain--SCREEEEBAMCRUNCH

... and then a patrol car slammed into him.

Behind, another three cruisers screamed to a halt, surrounding the fallen mutant. Megan didn't hazard a glance back, instead choosing to keep on going until they were well out of sight.

Not really knowing what to do with her passenger, she headed toward the apartment she shared with Roach, and prayed he wasn't there currently. Just to be safe along the way, she circled a few blocks before actually pulling up in front of her apartments, while glancing across the street at the gleaming, golden doors of the Sanctuary.

"C'mon. I'd say that shot you pulled back there has earned you another drink." She paused, glancing at him, and decided against that. "...or maybe something to eat, instead." He was one of those cute lightweights; She'd forgotten.

Ty tucked the taser back into its resting place and watched the show that took place as a result of his unusually lucky maneuver. Ty chuckled, climbing off the bike as they stopped and parked, across the street from the very familiar golden doors. Hey, at least when it came time for him to head home, it wasn't very far.

The lightweight shook his ginger head at the drink comment, very quickly. "Food sounds good," he answered, following her. "Though I could really go for that kiss," Ty added. It wasn't something he just blurted because he was drunk. In fact, he would have said it sober. Only, in his current state of mind, it lacked the chuckle, and the tone that said he was obviously joking.

Tucking her keys into the pocket of her coat, she plucked a thumb-nail sized piece of glass out of her arm. A goofy, adrenaline fueled grin crawled back onto her face, icy eyes sparkled, and she blew messy bangs out of her eyes while staring at the kid. Well, maybe not a kid. It was his birthday after-all, and he'd more or less just proven himself a man. Even if he had been slop-@#$% drunk the whole time.

She rolled her eyes, pursing her lips as if irritated by what he'd said. Then she grabbed him swiftly by the shoulders and planted one straight on him without any warning.

Twenty seconds later, she released him, threw an arm around his shoulders, and turned to head toward the elevator to her floor. "That's your birthday present. Don't ever say I didn't get you nothin'."

From her body language, even drunk Ty knew to be prepared for a punch in the face. But...once again Ty found himself surprised. But for once, it was one of those nice surprises. He didn't question it, just returned the kiss and enjoyed every bit of that twenty seconds. This was the sort of thing that never happened to a guy like Ty; not with his luck, anyway. And drunk or not, he knew to appreciate this.

When it broke, he smiled, following her up to her apartment. "Hee...well, though it might not've been what I had in mind, you'd already showed me a hell of a night," he replied, putting an arm around her as well.

"S'what I do." She replied casually, bopping the button to her floor with a fist as they stepped onto the elevator. One short ride later and she stepped back out, leading her drunk buddy toward her home, er... second home, eh, third-ish home. She didn't much care for locking the door anymore, considering she didn't have anything to run from, so with a slight nudge from her foot the dented, banged up slab of metal swung open with an ominous creak.

"...Greg?" She wasn't currently on speaking terms with him at the moment, on account that he was a no-good-jerk-faced-stalker... but it was probably better to announce herself, and her guest, before the big bug thought she'd brought him home dinner.

Luckily, he wasn't home. The twenty six year old let go of her companion the moment she walked inside, kicking the door shut behind her, and shrugged off her coat. "Feel free to make yourself at home, but don't touch anything that looks broken or dirty. That stuff belongs to my roommate." Plucking another shard out of her arm, she deemed it unnecessary to change before cooking.

"What'dya want to eat? You name it, I can probably cook it." Hmm... she'd never asked him his name, had she? Somewhere in between sitting down beside him and coming up with that split second brawl she'd forgotten formality.

...Meh. Manners shamanners. "You can call me Charlotte, by the way."

Ty chuckled lightly, following her inside. Greg...that name sounded...familiar. He nodded, figuring hey, he'd place it later. He took off his own jacket, plopping on the couch and slouching, stretching his feet under the coffee table.

"Heck, I'd settle for something as simple as a grilled cheese right now," he replied, not taking too much advantage of the whole 'whatever you name I can probably cook,' thing. Any other day it also would have occurred to him that he just asked her to make him a sandwich. Oh well. He loved grilled cheese. So sue him.

Oh right. They never mentioned names. They fought side by side--sorta, escaped a monster, shared a kiss, and they never mentioned names. Not Ty's usual route, but...hey it had a sort of mysterious feel to it. "Ty," he answered with a nod, looking around the room.

Having already moseyed on over into the kitchen, she heard him from out in the living room and blinked. Grilled cheese? How... boring. Wrinkling her nose, she shrugged and tugged the fridge open to take a peek at what she had. Some kind of meat, chunks of plastic, an orange road cone, a tub of wilted salad...

Aha, cheese!

After examining it to make sure it was actually cheese, and also not tampered with in some fashion, she set about slicing and dicing, threw some bread and butter into a pan and got to cooking. It wasn't until she was halfway through actually making the damn thing, that the humor of what he'd asked hit her.

...had he just asked her to make him a sandwich?

Blue eyes narrowed, her grin grew slightly, and she flipped the grilled sammich onto a plate. On her way out of the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water for him, and a can of beer for herself. "One heart-stopping, vein-clogging grilled cheese." The plate was set down on the coffee table, after she kicked off a dusty old pizza box, and the water next to it. Megan plopped onto the couch, slouching into the corner. Her beer hissed as it popped open, she eyed it skeptically for a moment, before shrugging and gulping some down.

"That car bomb hit you like a wall, didn't it?"

"Thanks, just the way I like it. Unhealthy. Tastes better that way." He grinned, sort of letting the unintentional 'make me a sammich' thing fall by the wayside. He sipped his water, cautiously tasting it at first, then taking a gulp, followed by a bite of sandwich. And yes, he remembered to swallow the water first. ...Okay that was one hell of a grilled cheese. He took another bite, closing his eyes and savoring it.

"A wall? More like someone dropped a whole building on me. But hey, pretty girl gets you a drink on your 21st birthday, you don't turn it down," he said casually, shrugging, smiling lightly, then tearing into his sandwich again. In a flash, it was gone, and Ty leaned back even farther, relaxing after a good meal.

"Man...that was better than my grilled cheeses...and I make a mean grilled cheese," he complimented, taking another drink of water.

"Heh... I used to be the same way." Free drinks from strangers were awesome, so long as you didn't take your eye off of it the whole time.

... and so long as said stranger doesn't turn into a giant monkey, then try to cart you off. Megan lifted her beer, silently toasting.

"'Course it's good. If you ate nothing but health food your whole life, you'd know how to make some damn good junk-food. Stuffing our faces every-now and then just wouldn't be worth it, otherwise."

Another sip of beer, and she let her head fall back to rest on the couch cushion. She was pretty tired, a little sore, but otherwise satisfied. She'd set out with the intention of getting her mind off of her troubles one way or another, and though things hand't exactly gone as planned, she'd done just that.

"... I think I've got glass in my spine. How're you holding up? Glancing at him, she allowed herself a brief moment of envy over his current state of intoxication, then drowned that feeling with the rest of her beverage. One crushed can tossed over the shoulder later, and she pushed herself back up to retrieve a medical kit and another beer.

"Ain't that the truth?" Ty agreed, taking another sip of water. All in all, it was turning out to be a pretty decent birthday, maybe even more-so. When she asked how he was holding up, he blinked. Oh right. Fights. Chases. Broken glass.

"I feel fine," he answered, then brushed his hair from his face, seeing a cut on his arm, and feeling...something likely from where he got punched in the face by the boxer.

"Wait...I feel fine but I'm bleeding. And do I have anything on my face?" The only really visible injury was the bruise on his left cheek. And he had blood on his pants, but that wasn't his. He had other assorted bumps and scrapes along his arms, but nothing that was all that serious.

Kit in hand, can in the other, she paused by the couch and evaluated him. Bruise, blood, scratches, and generalized unkempt-ness. "Nothin' that wasn't already that, mate." He looked no worse than she did on a good day, which was good. She didn't want to have to scrub blood out of the carpet. Again.

"You can crash here if you'd like. I ain't got anywhere to be tomorrow." Hmm... was it wise to offer such an invite, knowing full well her roommate could come home any moment? Shoot, what did she care? Ty seemed like he could handle himself well enough. Unless she gave him more booze, that is. "Either that, or you could hail a taxi or something." Seriously, she wasn't budging.

Her (third?) drink opened with a pop and a click. She sipped, before plopping back down and flipping her medical kit open. It was usually packed with everything she needed after one of her outings... but this time she was missing a roll of gauze. Without uttering a word, she ordered some of the spiders lurking in her bedroom to find her some and roll it out to her. While she waited, she peeled up various parts of her tank and plucked out gravel and glass, tossing them without much care over the back of the couch. She'd just vacuum later.

While she was busy picking and poking at various little cuts, the long, hairy legs of a black tarantula crested the cushions between Ty and herself. Another set of matching legs appeared on Ty's left, while a dozen or more smaller black spiders skittered into view on the carpet-- four dragging a fresh, clean roll of gauze behind them