st john (pornoforpyros) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-07-01 19:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | alison blaire, andi storm, joan allerdyce, npcs, st. john allerdyce |
log: Andi & Alison, Joan and St. John!
Who: Andi Storm, Alison Blair, St. John and Joan Allerdyce.
What: The Dazzling Dazzler and the Brotherhood-tough-guy Pyro go on a date. Andi and Joan tag along secretly, like in any good sitcom... there's sabotage. Whacky hijinks ensue.
Where: Some random sushi bar in New York!
When: I'm going to be vague here. It happened a little while ago! Shh. It's timeless.
St. John and Alison date! much to Andi and Joan's dismay.
"Oh.." Alison pursed her lips and leaned over to the small cup that was placed in front of her. "That's Saki, isn't it?" She leaned back again and twisted her blond hair for a moment, eying her date, St. John, slightly suggestive like. "You know I've been bad by that before."
"EWE!" Andi hiss-whispered. "Mom's twisting her hair! What is she, like 12?" A few tables down sat Andi and Joan, said date's children. Andi's scowl said enough of what she thought of this catastrophe ready to happen. "Ohmygaod, this is so gross. We need to put a stop to this and now." She made to stand up.
St. John tends to lean towards Alison whenever he talks to her, "I doubt it was that bad." Maybe he just wants her to prove it. St. John himself is trying not to drink too much so he can at least remember this date.
Joan grabbed for Andi's arm, "Shut up! You're blowing our cover!" You have to wait for the right moment, sweetcheeks!
"Ooooo...." Alison lifted her head up to recall. "It involved a discotech in London and a brute named Beauregard." Alison shrugged. "Nothing risque like I wish. I was tossed out before the clothes came off." She laughed and tilted her head.
"OmG...." Andi said through gritted teeth after she was pulled back down. "Now she's head tilting. I'm going to die... seriously. She is only supposed to do that to Dad." Not that she ever thought her and Dad would get married again, despite the fact that she's caught him sneaking out of their place numerous mornings. She's too Hollywood to expect a happy family life.
"I betcha you can get your clothes off before they throw you out here." St. John raised his glass to her.
Joan hid behind a menu, shaking her head. "We have to devise a plan. Maybe we can send a drink to some floozy in here and claim it's from my dad." But that would make Alison look bad, wouldn't it? Whatever! Joan doesn't care!
"Oh, better yet, let's say that cheesy single dude over there," Andi pointed to the sad little man sitting alone at the sushi bar. "Sends my Mom a drink. My mother never knows how to be mean to old fans now." She narrowed her eyes at him. "And something tell me he was a fan of the Dazzler."
Joan raises and eyebrow. "Oh ho, good idea." SHE CAN BE TAUGHT! "We'll have to convince a waiter to get in on our clever ruse." Joan sits up straight, scanning the room for a younger, male member of the waitstaff.
"The cute one!" Andi points at the one with a killer smile. "Let's use our feminine wiles.." She fluttered her lashes. If she was stacked, which she so is not, she would use 'em. "C'mere, you." She used a come hither gesture with her index finger. "You'll do."
The waiter was cute and was quite content with the two adorable blonds talking to him, even though one was pretty much jailbait.
"Can you order the sexiest drink you know and send it to that old chick over there?" She looked at Joan. "What's a good sexy drink?"
"Sex on the Beach? That sounds sexy. What about--" She scanned the menu for girly drinks. "Appletini? That sounds cute! What do you think?" She leaned the menu at the waiter, "Sexy drink! Pick one!" Or I'll kill you.
The waiter nodded quickly at the hasty words. "Uh... Ok. Sure! Umm.. no problem."
And a few minutes later, Andi nudged Joan. "Here it is.. Oh look, an umbrella."
Alison was a little surprised when a drink got put down in front of her. "Oh.. for me?" She looked at John. "What did you order?" She teased.
"It's from," the waiter turned to the bar behind them, "The gentleman over there."
St. John frowns. He quickly turned in his seat to see the 'gentleman over there.' "Can't that man see I'm on a date? That is rude!" So rude it's make St. John stand up and crane his neck, "Where's he at?"
Joan had to hide her laughter behind one hand while the other grabbed for Andi's. "Oh my God oh my God." Maybe they'll get St. John thrown out of the bar! Hilarious! ... to Joan, at least.
Alison was actually really rather flattered by the drink. She was recognized less and less as the years go by, and the drink was sweet. Her hand rested on St. John's arm. "Oh, don't you worry, really. It's just a fan. Surely you, you famous author, you, get those from time to time?" She used her lights to warm the lighting in the room and calm the atmosphere in hopes it would relax St. John. "But, you know, that jealousy thing is quite a turn on." Her hand was still on his arm.
Andi was silently squealing with Joan when the lights when calm. "Oh no you didn't!" She whispered and used her own lights to add brightness to counter the calm lights. "She did this with me when I would get pissed at her. When I learned to counter it, it never worked again."
St. John looked pleased, "Is it really? How about violence, is that a turn on?" Because he'll so kick that fan's ass.
Joan perked up, "Can you make people angry with those lights?" Make St. John angry! Joan knows her father can bite off more than he can chew. "Which guy did we say sent the drink?" They should have picked a big burly Biker type!
Alison slightly pouted. "No. Violence isn't, John. Sorry. I'm a lover, not a fighter." She walked her fingers up his arm. "If you play your cards right...." she trailed off.
"Oh, GAWD... the drink hit her already? She's all over your dad!" Andi pointed and this made her want to use the lights more as she created some aggressive colors and a fluorescent subtle blinking light in St John's eye that hopefully Ali won't notice quite yet. "I can try... it's sorta depends. And some random dude over there. Maybe cute waiter pointed out the fat guy who looks like he'd crush your Dad by sitting on him."
St. John quickly wrapped his arm around Alison's waist, an attempt to pull her to stand. "Let's go back..." To his room? To the mansion? TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS? What!? He twitched at the lights in his eyes. What the hell, is Tinkerbell here?
Joan had other plans. "Let's burn this mother down, Pookie." As if it were the best idea in the world... which it's not.
"Oh, don't be silly! Not now! Let's get the food here, I hear it's fantastic and quite an afr..." Stopping that train of thought, she put her hand to her mouth as another drink was plopped in front of her. "Oh stop this." She tried to stifle a grin. "What is this?" The waiter then pointed to the fat guy who waved at her, mouthing, "I'm your biggest fan!"
Andi had grabbed Joan's arm, deciding that burning the mother down was so bad an idea. "Oh wow, check it. We may not have to do any thing! Your Dad is about to explode!"
Joan grabbed Andi back, clinging. "Ooh yay!" Such horrible little girls they are.
St. John rolled up his sleeves and walked straight over to the fat man. He thought he could handle this. He was on a team with the Blob for Crissakes'! This guy was no Fred Dukes and therefore St. John thought he could take the guy out. "Oy! Stop tryin' to booze up my date!"
The fat guy gasped as St. John was up in his face. "I ... I wasn't! I only wanted to compliment the greatest singer this century has to offer." Alison, who was rushing up to stop John, caught the comment and gave a warm smile. "Wow... well, thank you." She placed a hand on St. John's arm. "It's nothing, John... really." She whispered. "Please don't make a scene." But she didn't sound too convinced that it was a good idea or not. This would make the papers, perhaps...
Andi giggled and sent more agitating lights in St. John's face as well as the fat guy's. The fat guy winced and twitched would could have been considered a shove with his girth and all.
Andi's gasp was a bit loud in reaction to it.
St. John stared for a moment. Like he cannot believe this guy actually got up the gumption to fight him. HIM! Former Mutant Terrorist, all around Badass Mother-shut your mouth! He shoved the man back. A few candles at someone else's table flared up and cracked the glass that held them.
Meanwhile, Joan jumped up, grabbing Andi in the process. "We might need to high-tail it, sweets."
Andi nodded. "Our damage has been done." She had to giggle.
Alison heard the gasp, but was refocused on her date shoving a fan! "Oh.. Oh, John, stop. Please!" She bit her lip and wondered how much she should let out with her powers. She looked around and as she did, she saw them.
"What... Andrea? Joan?" And then Ali got pissed. "John!" She yelled and let her lights flare out. "It's our kids!"
St. John spun around, forgetting about ol' Fatsofan over here. "Joan!" He pointed at his daughter. It might not be threatening to anyone else, but to Joan? That means she's in a lot of trouble.
Joan's grip on Andi's arm tightened. "We are in so much trouble. There is like, no way we can talk our way out of this." Unless they tell their parents it was mind control! Telepaths!
"Hell, NO. Close your eyes, Joan!" And without waiting for an answer, Andi flew out a huge blinding light and gripped her roommate's arm and pulled her with her, for she could see just fine. "We're gone!"
This would have been a fantastic plan had it not been against the one other person whose eyes are used to any light. Alison grabbed her own Allerdyce and led them through the maze of temporarily blinded restaurant customers. "Just keep them closed," She said to St. John. "I'll get us to them."
St. John even had a hand over his eyes, just to make sure. "You betcha." It's evident that he feels like an ass.
"Andi, Andi, we need to get some of that money you got and get on a plane to Nova Scotia or something." Joan usually plays it cool, pretends she's a badass. But Daddy is mad at her and he's so scary when he's mad! Not like she's scared of him physically, not like he's going to hit her. But he's going to yell at her and take away the credit cards.
"My royalty check is due next month. I don't think we can wait that long." Andi said in a rush. "There is only one thing we can do." She used her free hand as they got out of the restaurant, her lights trailing them. Hitting speed dial, the phone began to ring. "Daddy?" She said.
Alison burst out of the doors and found the two not too far. "Andrea Susan Storm!" She used all three names.
The lights faded between them.
Joan stepped in front of Andi while she made the call. "Now now, don't be hasty. We heard this place had great... rigatoni."
St. John smirked, "This is a sushi place. What the hell is wrong with you, Joanie?"
"Daddy?" Andi said loudly, enough for Alison to hear. And enough to stop her in her tracks. "Daddy, it's Andi. I need you to come get me." Andi was talking to a messenger, but no one else knew that. Johnny was off on a mission in outerspace probably.
"Andi, what are you doing?" Alison sighed at hearing this. "Hang up the phone." She looked at St. John, embarrassed.
Joan loves this plan. It's a mindgame and it's beautiful. She just watched Andi. St. John looked a awkwardly at the sign on the building.
"Oh it's just Mom, she's..." But Andi didn't get too far, Alison's finger was the smoking gun after the phone went dead, a laser hole shot right through it. Andi held up the hot phone. "Oh my gawd, I CAN'T believe you SHOT my phone!"
"I had my reasons, Andrea. Now, before your father gets here, you two are going home, NOW."
St. John walked over to Joan, putting a hand on her shoulder. Joan smacked it off easily. St. John cleared his throat, "We'll just get a cab back! See you ladies later?" Especially you, Hottie McDazzler?
Alison nods and shows a small pout. And the date was going so well... Well, up to the sake. "I certainly hope so." She said to him and fetched a cab herself. "Honestly, Andi. I thought you were an adult."
"If I were, I wouldn't have to go through you for my jobs first!" Andi frowned and those were the last words heard before they rounded the corner, Alison leaving a little extra in that walk for St. John's benefit. Hey, gotta give a little here.