The police show up conveniently soon, as if they'd been standing outside the building during the whole fight, patiently waiting for the hard part to be over. At least they're making themselves useful by helping unfreeze some of the people that got hit by Ice Queen's blasts. One of the victims, a guy with somewhat receeding black hair, looks strangely familiar behind a layer of ice. Maybe he just has one of those faces. You know, the kind of face that looks familiar behind a layer of ice.
As they load Ice Queen into their special meta-criminal-truck, I almost wish she was counscious so we could get to hear her yell stuff like "You will pay for this!", or "No cell can contain me!", or "This isn't over!". Still, even though she doesn't scream it, both Alfhild and I know that this really is far from over.
"She came looking for us", Alfhild says in a grim and concerned tone, still covering her wet chest with her arms. What is it with lesbians and bras?
"Boobs", I say. "I mean, uh, yeah. That's the second time this week. Kinda worrying, isn't it?"
Alfhild watches as the doors of the meta-truck close. "We have to assume that Martin's friends are still trying to make an example out of us. Are we putting these people in danger, Will?"
"They don't seem to mind." I point my chin at the crowd resuming the party before the cops are even gone. Some of them start skating on the slip n' slide. "They didn't seem too shocked to find out that we're registered metahumans, either..."
"So what?" Euphrates jumps in, overhearing our conversation as he walks by with a tray of frozen hot dogs. "So is Dennis from 3-C!" He points at a shaggy haired guy standing by a keg. He raises a cup of beer at us and smiles like an idiot.
"DUDE!" I yell. "Why didn't you do anything?!"
"Uhh..." he clears the hair that falls on his face "...I was in the bathroom...?" He takes the cup to his mouth and quietly walks away.
"Dennis is a fucking jerk," I conclude.
"Not all meta abilities are as helpful in a dangerous situation as ours, Will," Alfhild says. "Ask Barry if you don't believe me." She finally seems a little more relaxed now that the meta-truck has left the complex.
"That's the tall Samoan dude that was in the rooftop with you, right? Quick question: Why are he and the other fat guy dancing shirtless?"
"I asked them to give me their shirts... Hey, I had to burn something." She begins to walk towards our apartment. "Why anybody dances, I'll never know. I'm gonna go put on something dry... I just realized I'm freezing."
"Yeah, I can tell." She casually punches me in the arm halfway through the sentence, knowing where it's headed. Then she punches me again.
"That's for the 'Boobs'".
