Wanda (thehexx) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-12-01 19:36:00 |
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Even though Kurt moved out of the Tower to live with his fellow mutants at the X-Mansion, he still liked to stop by for visits. Sam’s Bar and Grill was an ideal hangout spot, not just for the drinks, but because he could be himself without any concern from people who were distracted or distraught by his unusual appearance. Here, he was among familiar faces and could feel comfortable, sitting at the bar and drinking his beer. Wanda didn’t feel like cooking tonight. She didn’t even feel like leaving the tower. One would think she’d want to-- after the weekend they just had. But she felt safer here. Especially with the protesters and the Butterfly Girl tagging. She was lowkey depressed. Her brother wasn’t here, there was another version of her having a shitty time too-- it was just a Sam’s kind of night. She made her way to the bar and saw a blue man drinking a beer. That was where she wanted to be. “Hello,” she said as she sat down next to him at the bar. Kurt wasn’t nursing any resentments or heartaches - he was in a pretty good mood, actually, and was enjoying his third beer while watching the activity in the bar in an amused, but slightly intoxicated way. His eyes were focused ahead, thinking how cool it would be if there was a pool table in the place, when the sound of a lady’s voice saddling up beside him gave him a pleasant surprise. “Guten Abend, Fräulein,” Kurt replied, naturally slipping into his native German. He flashed a goofy, lopsided smile and continued, “For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me.” Cheesy pickup lines: Kurt had a million of them. “May I buy you a drink?” Wanda was instantly charmed. It had been awhile since someone had spoken so kindly to her. Not that the people here were mean, it was just hard to make new friends-- no, that wasn’t true. She had made two new wonderful friends, Meetra and Vanessa. Maybe it was because the pleasantries were in a man’s voice? “Oh, well, if you insist, I must let you.” She had a slight Vaguely European accent. It had slipped away after years of being around Americans, speaking English. Of course, Kurt was familiar with Wanda. Who wouldn’t be, after the whole ‘House of M’ clusterfuck? For a long while, Kurt held a grudge against Wanda - it was only natural after all the problems caused by her breakdown and altering the fabric of their reality. But at a certain point, Kurt let it go, since it didn’t harbor well with his ideals of Christian charity. That didn’t mean he wasn’t wary of her, so while Kurt flirted with Wanda, he reminded himself that she might not be all that mentally stable. “What are you drinking, Liebchen?” he asked, raising his hand to call the bartender’s attention. “How are you doing, Wanda? Well?” “I suppose I could have a martini, it’s late in the day…” She came for dinner, but drinks wouldn’t be so bad. She knew of Kurt. She never really got a chance to talk to him. She knew he was Mystique’s son-- and she was Magneto’s daughter. Really, you’d think they would have crossed paths a few more times before now. “I am well, Kurt. How are you? It’s nice to see you here. Not-- not that it’s nice you were time-tossed, but it’s nice to see a familiar face.” “A martini it is!” Kurt declared, nodding to the bartender who then nodded back to acknowledge the order. “A plain one, or maybe one of those fancy appletinis?” “We also make lemon drop martinis, and a version with blue curacao.” “Oooo, a blue drink!” Kurt said with a smile. “Sounds good to me. But I think I’ll stick with my beer.” After Wanda confirmed her order and the bartender turned away, Kurt told her, “I’m doing pretty good, I think. Between teaching drama classes and directing this play, I’m keeping busy. As much as I enjoy what I’m doing, I’ll be happy when the play is over and I can have some more free time to spend.” He took a sip of beer. “Mmmm!” he hummed over the rim of his glass, remembering something. He swallowed and asked, “Your accent, where does it come from? It’s the first time I’ve heard it.” “Transia,” she said, a little sadly. She quickly turned the conversation back to the play. “Oh, that’s the Star Wars meets Shakespeare? It was wonderful! should have tried out.” Wanda wasn’t much of an actor but she could cry on cue. Was that really a skill? Her martini was sat in front of her and she let out a little gasp. “It’s so blue!” “The play went incredibly well. The place was absolutely packed. Of course, it helped that it coincided with Comic Con, so all these incredible nerds were there, eager to see their real life object of their obsessions, such as Star Wars and Buffy, on stage. I’d like to direct another show, but probably not Shakespeare. I’d like to give the actors a range of genres. I’d love to do a musical, but I’m not holding my breath. It’s hard enough to find people to audition for roles, much less people who can also carry a tune.” The tone of Wanda’s voice did not go unnoticed by Kurt. “I’ve heard of Transia before. Small, Slavic country located between Romania and Serbia. I’ve never met anybody from there before.” He looked at her curiously. “Do you miss your home?” Wanda’s reaction to the drink was more amusing than the drink itself. “The real test is in its taste!” he wisely declared, with a smile. She listened to him talk about the play intently. When it came back to her, Wanda shrugged slightly. “We moved a lot. I’ve been all around. I-- we were taken in by a Romani couple. They travel.” She was happy for the drink as a distraction. She lifted it to her lips and… “Delicious,” clicking her tongue slightly. The alcohol sloshing around in Kurt’s bloodstream wasn’t enough to make him stone drunk, but did lower any reservations he had against Wanda. He caught himself staring at her features - particularly her lips as she drank. He responded, but rather absent mindedly, “So, not too different from me. I was raised in a circus and would travel all over German. Romani, huh? That makes you a gypsy. Is gypsy a politically correct term, nowadays? Is it true what they say about gypsies?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye when he asked that question. Wanda shrugged again, “I’m not sure. I’ve heard people say you shouldn’t use the term gypsy unless you are one. The circus?” Her eyes lit up, “You had animals with you-- wait, what is it that they say about gypsies?” She noticed the way he asked and squinted her eyes at him, playfully. “That gypsies are hot blooded,” Kurt replied, leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice suggestively to a confidential level that only she could hear. He finished his statement with a wink, then sat back, looking a little smug. “What about you? Are you offended by the term?” Wanda trailed her finger around the rim of her glass and raised her eyebrows. “Hot blooded, hmm.” She took another sip and looked around as if she suddenly had no idea where she was. Wanda was kind of spacey. “I don’t mind the term. It’s what we are. Just be careful how you say it.” The same finger that was on the glass wagged in front of her at him. She liked the way his ears came to a point. And that he matched her martini. Kurt pursed his lips to contain a smirk, which proved to be unsuccessful. “Be careful, or what? I’ll get in trouble? Maybe that’s what I want.” He let his eyes drift down to take in the features of her face, her body, slowly and deliberately, leaving no question as to what was on his mind. “You know what they say about circus performers, don’t you?” Wanda tilted her head to the side and smiled softly. “Hmm, flexible?” She knew Kurt what he was getting at, it was obvious. And to be honest? She didn’t mind. He was an attractive man and she was in need of attention. Maybe something good could come of this random meeting. “Would you like to find out exactly how flexible I am?” Kurt asked, punctuating his question with a wink. When he began speaking to Wanda, he had no idea it was going to head in this direction, and he was fairly surprised, but eagerly waited to hear her reply. The sun broke through the window past the drawn curtains and cast a sliver of light across the room, shining right on Kurt’s face. He frowned and squinted and finally lifted his hand to shield himself from the brightness. Agitated that he’d been awoken earlier than he wanted, he rolled over to his side and found himself nose-to-nose with Wanda. The memory of the night before came rushing back, as he looked around the unfamiliar room. They’d gone back to her apartment in the Tower, their clothes were scattered upon the floor and flung haphazardly over furniture. She was still asleep. Kurt remained still and after a moment’s debate, slipped out of bed as slowly as he could without trying to disturb her. The movement on the other side of the bed woke her anyway, and Wanda’s eyes slowly opened. “Hi.” She wasn’t blind to the fact that he was trying to make an escape. Then again, he was a teleporter. He could have disappeared a lot quicker if he wanted. The softly spoken greeting froze Kurt, and he looked over his shoulder at her, noting the way Wanda’s curls splayed upon her pillow, the sunlight bringing out her natural highlights. “Guten Morgen,” he muttered back, uneasily. Memories of last night’s romp came flooding back and produced a small smile upon his lips despite the awkwardness. “Alight?” he simply asked, concerned both about her as well as himself - she was a powerful sorceress, and didn’t want to get on her bad side. Wanda smiled and reached out for Kurt’s arm. “All right. Very well, in fact.” She had pain in her past-- Vision wanted nothing to do with her. Simon… no, she was here now. Wanda didn’t regret her choice, even if she and Kurt were a little drunk when they made it. Kurt moved his arm closer to Wanda’s so they could make contact once again. He gazed into her eyes and saw beauty there, but his apprehension remained. He smiled at her remark, then told her. “I need to go. I have a class to teach this morning.” If it sounded like a lame excuse, it was; Kurt’s class didn’t even meet today, but he needed a reason to excuse himself that wouldn’t hurt her feelings. “I’ll uh… give you a call later?” Wanda nodded and pulled the blankets up over her shoulder and smiled lazily. “I think I’ll stay here for now.” She knew Kurt wasn’t making a bad excuse. He did have places to be. And sleeping with Magneto’s daughter wasn’t really high on the list of things X-Men should be doing. |