Bobby still found the situation confusing, and he approached the table tentatively as Victor slid a bottle of beer towards a seat clearly intended for him. He drew the chair out more slowly than usual before he sat down. He got me a beer. And I don't even like beer but the thought counts... It felt almost as weird as meeting the Scott Summers here - nothing like the apple polisher.
He slid the beer back with a smirk as his other hand reached into his trouser pocket. "Thanks for the offer, but drink both beers. I brought my own," he said as he withdrew a hip-flask and placed it on the table. Sure, he'd planned on driving back to the city tonight, but he could always crash on the couch and be flown back in the morning by Thor. More comfortable than flying Spirit, that's for sure...
Victor extended a hand to him; he glanced at the metallic claws but still took it. "Nicer to meet you this time, Victor," he said; a slight smirk returned to his face as the frost began to dissipate from his exhales.
If he was anything like the other-him? Probably psycho or something really, really shitty. I don't think Hank or Logan or Scott would let him stay here if he weren't cured of that... "Ehhhh, Magneto tried to kill me more than once when I was sixteen. I'm over that... so don't sweat it over what happened between you and the version of me you knew. He was probably a lot more boring than me anyway," he said with his snarky grin still in place as he dipped the spoon into the icecream.
The icecream was beige in color with ribbons of caramel swirled through it, and studded with flakes of rich chocolate. He raised it to his lips and opened his mouth before letting it melt on his tongue. Bobby's smile grew even wider and he let out a brief moan of satisfaction as the flavors danced across his palate and began to trickle down his throat. "Hell yeah, that's the stuff..."