Jen! (wheelsoffortune) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2010-10-30 15:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | anole, justice, roulette |
WHO: Jen and Victor and Vance
NPCs: ---
WHAT: Halloween out in the city, and the hilarity of sneaking Victor back in when wasted.
WHERE: Manhattan, and the school
WHEN: October 30, 31
Getting into the city hadn’t been hard, it really was just a simple train ride away. Getting into the club had been just as easy. (Minus, of course, the two times she told him to calm down because he seemed to get anxious about his fake ID) The club had been one of Jen’s favorite places to just unwind. She’d found it, and loved that it was an underground mutant nightclub. So people enjoyed drinks, conversation, dancing, and some rather fantastical displays of power.
Once inside she’d pulled him straight to the bar and told the bartender that he was on her tab and to give him whatever as she pulled her card out of one of the pockets on her skirt. So they’d had a drink while they scoped out the scene, which was a little difficult given a couple of bulky costume for the holiday.
It hadn’t taken too long for him to get attached and talking to some guy in the group Jen usually hung with in there. So currently (a few hours after their arrival) she was on the dance floor pressed against a hot telekinetic who was having a little trouble keeping his hands from roaming. Not that she minded all the much really. The song ended, and Jen looked up at him with a seductive smile on her face. “Listen, lover.” She said fingers playing with the material on the front of his shirt. “Why don’t you go get me another drink? I’ll be over there.” She finished pointing towards the alcove of couches and chairs the group had taken over. Once he’d agreed she went over there and sat on one of the oversized chairs.
Victor wasn’t an idiot. He was well aware that Jen was much more cultured and worldly than him, so when she had told him she was bringing him along for the excursion, he had done his best to remain calm and try to not stand out--with varying degrees of success. Not wanting to wear anything too kitschy to the club, he’d opted for a simple ninja turtles t-shirt over dark jeans with a matching red mask which had gotten placed aside over the course of the evening.
Jen’s friends were all fun and interesting, but Trevor had instantly stood out to him. He had some kind of static electricity powers, which Victor used to mentally explain away the goosebumps he felt at each flirtatious touch from the other young mutant. He was glad that she had shown him the bar first thing because he definitely needed a little liquid courage. Having never drank before and definitely never having ordered for himself before, he stuck to the specials menu and what other people had in their hands. He hadn’t paced himself well but then neither had Trevor. The two had settled in comfortably on a love seat, lip locked for the moment. The older boy pulled Victor’s legs onto his lap, murmuring a bit of gossip about a passerby’s costume that made Victor chuckle before their lips met again. Seeing that Jen had sat out of the corner of his eye, the green teen gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up.
Well, that had gone off without a hitch. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little at his thumbs up, though she was smiling at his success. She couldn’t help it, but she did feel kind of bad for him. The green skin, the only gay boy at that school, and the fact that he had to share a room with Quentin last year were all reasons why that kid needed a break. And Jen didn’t even feel a tad bit guilty about being a bad influence or corrupting a minor or anything. Hell, they were having fun. That was all that mattered.
She did notice the number of glasses and bottles on the table in front of them, but quickly tossed thoughts of over doing it out of her mind. If he drank too much, then he’d have a fabulous night complete with a moral on how much he could handle. The guy she’d been dancing with showed up, giving her her drink. She noticed that there really wasn’t another seat so she got up, so he could sit, and she perched herself sideways on his lap, as he checked his phone. “There’s an after party a friend of mine is having a few blocks from here.”
Now if she’d been on her own, she would have instantly gone, but she hadn’t. Instead she leaned over a bit, poking Trevor on the shoulder to get his attention. “Sorry, but you guys want to go to an after party?”
When Trevor pulled away (much to Victor’s disappointment), he listened carefully to what Jen was saying. Another party? He tried not to gape at that. The thought of new people and a new round of drinks seemed daunting, but he didn’t want to disappoint Jen--not when she’d trusted him enough to bring him along tonight. He shrugged, keeping his face as neutral as possible. “Whatever you wanna do’s cool with me.” His speech was a little slurry, and he noted with a little frustration that his head kept tilting to the right. Or was the room moving? Well, that couldn’t be good.
Jen smiled. Victor was a little drunk, and she was almost positive that she could talk him into almost anything at the moment. Luckily she had no reason to test that theory out. Instead she turned to her companion. “We’re in.” She said sipping some of her drink through her straw. Jen stood up to let him go pay the tab. “It’s downtown. We’ve gotta go hail a cab, Vic.” She said downing the rest of her drink and setting the glass on the table where all the empty glasses were. When the pair had untangled themselves the three of them headed for the door.
“‘kay,” Victor replied easily, getting shakily to his feet. Trevor managed to keep him from going face first into a pole as they followed Jen outside. The cool air managed to perk Victor up a bit, but he still felt like the world was wobbling with him. “Hey Jen, just...don’t get the cab yet...” He made a face, hurrying towards the curb to vomit.
Trevor jumped away the moment it looked like Victor was going to throw up, and Jen did not blame him when she did the exact same thing. She looked so grossed out. “Um... We’re going to make it a short night guys.” She told their companions. So they left, leaving Jen with a completely wasted Victor. She took two steps to get a little closer while staying as far as possible and awkwardly patted his back. “I’m getting us a cab to the train station. You vomit on my manolo’s we’re finished.” She said stepping to the curb and hailing the next taxi, which when you were Jen and dressed like she was didn’t take very long. It was a bit of work to get him in the cab, but they were on their way to the train station.
With the disgraceful finish for the night, Jen had a completed wasted and definitely sullen Victor on her hands. He kept to the other side of the cab, taking her shoe threat very seriously. “Ugh. I am such a loserrrr,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face in an effort to snap himself out of the drunken stupor. “Ughhhhh. You must think I’m such a loser, Jen. I’m sorry. You’re so cool, and--I’m sorry. Ugh.”
She turned her body in the backseat to look at him. She wondered if he’d even remember this bit of the conversation. “Don’t apologize.” She said suddenly. It was her advice for the world. “It’s not like you killed someone. The small things should never make you sweat.” The word ‘sorry’ really wasn’t in Jen’s vocabulary. “Never say sorry for your behavior, all it does it show that you care what other people think of you.”
Victor gave Jen as even of a stare as he could while drunk. He thought on her words before smiling. “You’re right. You’re so right. You’re so cool--did I say that before?” He laughed, slouching down in his seat. “I got Trevor’s number. He digs the green. Oh yeeeahhh.”
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Jen wasn’t entirely sure it was possible for Victor to get even more drunk (although it was probably from sitting so long), but when the cab pulled up at Xavier’s front gate at three thirty that morning, Victor was a little uncooperative about actually getting into the building. So she was stuck, freezing in her tiny costume. She leaned him against the brick pillar of the gate as she tried to get it open. Once open. She stepped through. She was hoping that he’d stay quiet since the train ride had been relatively quiet outside of a few incidents. “C’mon, Victor. And stay quiet. I do not want Frost on my ass.”
“Oh pfft. I’m so quiet. I’m like. The quietest thing ever,” Victor slurred, stumbling a bit over his feet. He tugged on Jen’s arm in the process. “Sorry...” Then he realized he was apologizing, which she’d told him not to do. “I mean. No. I’m totally not sorry.” He tugged on her arm again to prove how not sorry he was and in the process, he fell face first onto the ground. “Oh. Man. The ground is so cold. Can I stay here?”
“You are not quite the chameleon you think you are right now.” She pointed out. Her own slight buzz had worn off in the train. It seemed that Victor’s liver would be working overtime tonight. She did almost smile when he was adamant on how not sorry he was, until he ended up on the ground as opposed to inside the gate. “No, you can’t sleep on the ground like a hobo.” She said bending down to try him back up, which was useless as he was dead weight. “How much did you drink?” She asked incredulously.
“I don’t know Jen! Why are you asking me? I’m not good at math,” Victor whined, happy to stay on the ground. If she wanted him to be less conspicuous, then he would be. Slowly, he managed to bring up his camouflaging abilities. “Better?”
“No, because now you’re just, like, an inconspicuous hobo.” She pointed out, wondering why she was busy arguing with him and shivering in the cold. So she did the one thing she could think of. She pulled her phone out of her little pouch, scrolled through the contacts and hit Vance’s number. Rubbing her arm for warmth she gave a quiet chant of “pick up, pick up.” Before she heard a groggy voice. “Vance!” She said suddenly. “It’s Jen. I’m at the front gate, and I need your help with Victor. He’s drunk.” She said not giving him much time to really respond. “Please, hurry, I’m freezing and hardly wearing anything.” Alright so that last statement was a little more incentive in case the nice guy didn’t want to help, but she hung up once she got an affirmative response.
Honestly Vance had registered “hardly wearing anything” before his brain had caught up with everything else. His brain had then caught up, and he had scrambled out of bed, grabbing one of his large over sized sweatshirts (hey, Jen had said she was cold) and then sneaking out of his room. Making his way down through the mansion was nerve wracking -- although Vance used his TK to keep himself just off the floor -- so he didn’t step on any creaky floorboards.
Then it was the even more nerve wracking part -- leaving the mansion proper and heading outside onto the grounds. Convinced that Logan was going to jump out from behind something at any moment, Vance hurried as fast as he could from the school, down to the front gate. Once there he let out a huge sigh of relief ... until he realized they still had to get back into the mansion.
“Hey guys, I brought a sweatshirt for you Jen, and okay we should go in like right now, because what if Logan is out here, or god I don’t know, who knows who else they might have out roaming around here at night.” Yes. Vance said that all in one breath.
“Vancey~” Victor cooed, patting his roommate on the foot from his hidden spot on the ground. He returned his skin to normal, managing to push himself up onto his knees. “It’s so comfy out here, but I gotta go back because Jen says if I get her in trouble she’s gonna kill me or something. I mean it’s scary but it’s okay because she’s like the awesomest person ever ever.”
Jen was unsurprised that Vance brought her sweatshirt, but immensely thankful. It wouldn’t help the coldness on her legs, but it would help her top. She took the sweatshirt from him, for once not caring about fashion. She pulled it over her head, pulled her hair out of it and nodded. “The quicker the better.” She said as Victor became green again. “This is what I’ve been dealing with. At least he’s not throwing up anymore.” She rolled her eyes. “I never said I’d kill him.”
Vance jumped when Victor suddenly turned green (and was suddenly there) and tapped his foot. Once his heart rate dropped back down to normal, he looked down at his roommate who appeared to be very drunk, yes.
“Okay Victor, come on lets go.” Vance held a hand out to his roommate, hopping that they could get Victor from his knees to his feet. He wasn’t sure how fast Victor was going to be able to go, but Vance was nervous and wanted to get moving. “Nobody is going to get killed tonight.” He hoped. He wasn’t sure what Logan or Frost would do to them if they found them out here tonight.
He looked over at Jen and shrugged; “Least he’s a happy drunk.”
“Vance~” Victor grinned, using the offered hand to get to his feet. He wobbled, leaning against the other boy. “Hey roomie~” He grinned, swinging an arm around Vance’s shoulders as he glanced back at Jen. “Why you two talking like I...I’m right here, yo. The killing was totally suggested.”
“No.” She said suddenly fully aware she was arguing with a drunk again. She just wanted it to be made perfectly clear that she didn’t threaten to kill him. “I said that if you threw up on my Manolo’s we were through, that you’d look like a hobo sleeping on the street, and that you needed to be quiet because I don’t want Frost on my ass.” She continued glad Victor was leaning on Vance now. “I won’t kill you. I have better uses of my time than trying to figure out where to stash your body.” She pushed the gate open again for Vance to try to get Victor at least into the grounds. “Do you think you can just TK him?” She asked Vance. “Hey, lush.” She started. “Want to go on ride?”
“Right. So you guys can figure out who was going to kill who, and with was going to prompt that once we get back inside.” Vance was feeling jittery -- he was almost shaking with nervousness. He didn’t get nervous sneaking in and out of the school with Mark for heroing purposes -- but they didn’t do that while intoxicated. And it was Halloween, he was worried that the teachers might be on high alert!
He looked over at Jen, and then back to Victor. “Umm, I should be able to help you get in with some TK. Just -- if I do let me know if your going to get sick all right?”
“I’m sooo totally cool man, just do your thing,” Victor replied, turning a grin to Jen. He was going to fly! “How sweet is this~” He turned to Vance. “I bet you do this for all the boys~”
“Alright let’s go.” Jen said quitely making her way up the walk, though she really did want to laugh at Vance drunkenly hitting on his roommate. “He thinks he’s got game when drunk.” Well, based on tonight’s events he did, but Jen figured Vance was far more into her girly bits. On the porch she silently opened the door. She reached down taking her heels off so they didn’t make a noise as she walked. Looking cautiously both ways she shushed, before making a b-line to the stairs.
“Umm. Not really. No.” Vance didn’t add that he didn’t really do this for anyone who wasn’t Ms. Grey because he was worried about dropping them. Of course the upside to all this? Victor seemed really smashed, so he probably wouldn’t even feel it if Vance dropped him! Cheering himself up with that thought, Vance used his TK to lift Victor up, and float him along beside him as he made his way up to the school.
Reaching Jen and the door he followed quickly after her, keeping Victor floating along. Yay stairs! Almost home free!
“Is this where I’m supposed to be quiet?” Victor asked in a whisper that was dramatically loud enough to not really be a whisper. He glanced under himself where his feet weren’t touching the ground. “So cool. Oh man best night ever.”
“SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ” God, Jen was going to hate herself since her hushing noise was almost as loud as Victor. “Yes, it is.” She said much more softly, barely above a whisper, which is the quiet place sounded a bit loud. At the top of the stairs, she looked around again before motioning for Vance to continue with the trek into the boys wing.
Vance decided he wasn’t going to add to the noise -- because to his ears everything sounded like so loud. He was sure that his heartbeat was going to be audible to anyone who might be around. He followed along after Jen, and kept Victor afloat, glancing towards his roommate every five seconds to make sure that there was no noise. Or puking.
Victor rolled his eyes at Jen’s shushing, but he remained quiet. Ugh. Quiet was boring. He crossed his arms like a petulant child as Vance dragged him back to his room. At least he could sleep then. At least on his bed the world would probably stop spinning so much.
Jen hoped the door wasn’t locked, and when they came to the door she let out a sigh of relief when it swung open freely. She flipped on the light and stepped out of the way so that Vance could get him into the room. She dropped her shoes for the moment next to Victor’s bed, and she shut the door once the three of them were inside. “You can talk now again, I suppose just watch the noise level.” She said running a hand through her blond hair wondering what she could say to Vance. After her advice of the evening being don’t apologize, she wasn’t going to go there. “Thanks.”
Yay the room!
“You okay Victor? Do you need umm, ginger ale? Or ... aspirin?” Vance was racking his brain trying to think of what drunk people always asked for on TV. His dad hadn’t asked for anything, or sometimes had asked for random things. Drunk Victor was pretty much the opposite of Drunk Arnold Astrovik however.
(Although he asked, Vance was hoping Victor was okay, he didn’t want to leave the room again until morning).
“And no worries. Anytime.” He lied through his teeth in response to Jen. He was hoping he never had to do this again.
Victor wasn’t so far gone that he had no sense of self-preservation, so when he was dropped off in his room, he immediately grabbed the trashcan by his desk and put it next to his pillow. He flopped down on his bed, glancing at his two classmates. “You guys are the best. Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you thank you.” He clumsily kicked off his shoes and removed the mask from where it was perched on his forehead. He closed his eyes for a moment. “Everything’s still spinning....is that normal?”
“Just go to sleep. It’ll stop in the morning.” Of course horrible hell would descend on him in the morning. Jen wouldn’t be there for that though. She glanced over at Vance figuring he was lying, because jeez she wouldn’t say ‘no problem, anytime.’ She wouldn’t have left her room in the first place. So he had to be silently stewing, right? She pulled his sweatshirt over her head and handed it back to him. She didn’t want him pissy at her. He was her best study partner. She picked her shoes back up and leaned forward giving him a kiss on the cheek. “He’ll be fine. Night guys.”
“Ahh. Night.” Oh Jen knew how to make sure that Vance would not stew for the rest of the night! Sure it was just a kiss on the check but still. “And I think that is normal Victor, just umm .. try and lie quietly. I think that helps. Maybe.” Vance was a bit lost at sea here.