Who: Warren IV and Seraphina Shaw What: Late night escape When: 9/26, 12am Where: Upscale nightclub, NYC Rating: PG-13 for now Status: incomplete
Things with Christen weren't going as Warren had wanted. Things with Seraphina weren't doing so well either. The past few days away from the two queens were actually good for Warren. Well, good was not the word he'd use to describe them, but, training was to his benefit. He had been assigned to one of the teams, and before he could actual do any 'field work', he needed to train. Warren was already keen on working out every morning, so stamina training wasn't too difficult. What he did not enjoy was the one on one lessons from some of the faculty members or original X-Men. Combat training was not Warren's cup of tea, in fact, Warren had spent his entire life avoiding physical confrontations. The only team sport Warren ever played was baseball during school, and even then, he'd been benched more times than not for avoiding getting dirty by sliding to a base. Chris and Sera had this leg up on him though, and he knew in order to compete and stay in the game with them, he needed to improve upon this aspect of his life.
Aikido seemed to be something more useful to him, as it let him learn avoidance techniques rather than taking an offensive stance. While he was significantly underweight in comparison to his height group due to hollow bones, and his level of agility was incredible, he lacked the confidence in balancing out difficult maneuvers with his body and his wings. The past few days were beyond frustrating, and he'd resorted to doing yoga to try and help with balance. When his phone went off with the message from Seraphina, Warren welcomed the distraction. It was around 11pm by then, so he did his best to shower up in a timely fashion (45 minutes) and then find something suitable for the night. His body was sore, but he was itching to return to the life he'd once known.
The club in mind was more upscale than trashy, and Warren always took more time than was needed to ensure he looked his best. A gray two-piece outfit was chosen with matching slacks that fit his form in all the right places. It was always unfortunate that he needed to have his clothing tailored to fit his wings, but everything he wore always seemed complete with the white feathers behind him. Sleek shoes were laced on and a quick once over in the mirror left him ready for the evening. He would meet Seraphina by her window, the conversation for the time being kept to a minimum before he helped her through, holding her in both arms like a fireman rescuing someone from a burning building. The trip itself would take a good thirty minutes of flying, and by now, Sera would know to wear something warm for the trip. They'd arrive a block away from the upscale nightclub, Warren knowing full-well that 'dropping by' was not the most fashionable way of entering a facility. He had two feet, people expected him to use them, so he did.
"Now that I can see you in the city light a little clearer, you looking wonderful this evening, Seraphina." He still emphasized the end of her name, showing he still was playing her game at winning over her forgiveness.