Always Forward

       danny felt luke there, making sure he didn’t fall over any more than he already had, half surprised someone was just here actually taking care of him. it was his experience that most people wished he never left k’un lun, regardless how much good he did. were he sober, danny probably would’ve gotten sentimental and told luke how much he appreciated it, hell when he woke up and saw these videos he’d probably send luke something just to say thanks for preventing too many injuries.

       he blinked several times, trying to focus his eyes that seemed like they’d forgotten how to work, trying to walk straight without luke’s help to the door, he was an adult after all. “ maybe, but everyone else does too, so just add my name to the list. ” what a time to get real, though were he sober he probably wouldn’t have admitted it. “ weren’t allowed to drink in k’un lun, alcohol dulls the senses and reflexes, makes a warrior into a bumbling idiot. only ever had some wine that we found in town once… with davos. ” truth be told, the ribbing he was getting was nothing compared to the fact that danny didn’t actually have a license, if only luke knew the half of what danny got away with on his name alone. “ think i’d bring a car like that here? you guys recommended this bar, i’d probably bottom out on every pot hole and return to find my tires gone and the car on cinder blocks. ” probably a little harsh. while it wasn’t the cleanest neighborhood, it certainly isn’t a place you find the heir to the rand fortune drinking.

    Truth be told, he agreed with Danny’s little secret Chinese mysticism club (that may or may not actually exist, but that was just Luke’s skepticism gnawing in the back of his mind), and that was why he only rarely drank. Not to mention it didn’t do much for him since weird science had transformed him. Sometimes he missed it, but honestly, he was glad. He’d seen the trouble Jessica could get into between her vices, anger management, and extraordinary strength.

Cass didn’t really question the Michelin rating of Chinese food. Typically, if a place had stars, in any number, Cassidy probably wouldn’t be allowed in. In the state he’s in now, at least, they’d take one look at him and call the cops. I was adorable that Luke actually thought to mention it, thought he’d be picky enough to mind. He didn’t mention it, just grinned and finished his beer.

“F'yeh find a place called Xiao’s, they got great chicken lo mein,” he offered with a shrug. Pushing himself up from the dresser, he poked his way around the beds and the TV, noted the windows and how many locks there were on the door. A security chain and a deadbolt, plus the magnetic key slot out front, another thing that set this place above most labeled ‘shit holes.’

“M'gonna wash up a bit, maybe take a shower,” he stated, looking down at his clothes - stained with his own blood, someone else’s and of course a couple mystery substances. Can’t wade through shit storms on the regular and not expect to come out dirty. He didn’t have a change, though. Hardly made it worth taking a shower, but the heat might do something for his head.

At the bathroom door, he cast a wayward glance back at Luke. He almost spoke up to ask if the man would still be there when Cass came out. He thought better of it.

    “Xiao’s, huh. Thanks, man, it sounds like a better bet than the rest of this hokey crap,” Luke chuckled They weren’t in the yellow pages, but when he looked them up on his phone, the site popped up now problem. Like most restaurant’s web sites, it wasn’t exactly easy to navigate. He learned a lot more than was entirely necessary before he was able to find the menu, including the fact at it was the twin sister of a location in Los Angeles. 

    Luke glanced up, nodding at his note that he’d be taking some time to clean up. He felt somewhat guilty that he couldn’t help in the clothing situation. Even if he’d had some extra clothes on him, there was no way in hell it would fit him. Once more, he wondered if Danny would be available at this hour. Though Cassidy was definitely still skinnier, borrowing clothes from Danny would be a shorter shot for a proper fit. While Danny would probably be awake, there was no telling if he’d be...occupied otherwise given he’d been filling in a few extra roles since Murdock’s death. A shame. Maybe if this place was pick up only, he’d see if he could find any late night shop with cheap clothes emblazoned with touristy slogans. 

For everyone who isn’t worried about spoilers, below the cut I’m laying out my main idea for a post-series plotline. Mind you, I don’t think I’ll be predicting anything, it just feels right to me.

“Oh….shit dude.” Kates jaw dropped as she blinked, watching Luke for a moment before she shook her head. Yeah, it was a log to digest, it had been a lot to live through, she guessed that she still was. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, dragged a hand down her face as she tried to figure out how in the universe she was going to explain all of this. “So…long story short. Madam Masque and my father were working together on some super evil plan…which turned out to be making clones of people…rich people, or you know rich dead people…including my mom I guess they were…using her to test it.” Kate frowned, “I don’t know what to do.”