ώάήȡά (scarlets) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-06-09 14:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, marvel: wanda maximoff, ₴ inactive: darcy lewis |
WHO: Wanda & Darcy
WHAT: A girl's night of normalcy and gossip
WHERE: A bar in Vallo City
WHEN: Before the Pepperony Wedding most def
WARNINGS: None really
STATUS: Complete
It had been awhile since Wanda had been out like this, dressed in something slightly above the casual wear of the day - which meant, no hoodie. Boots, leggings, a flowy blouse that could serve as a scandalously short dress if she so desired (she didn’t). An outing with Darcy had been long overdue thanks to events out of their control so while things were suspiciously tame, she thought it best to take advantage of it. Make it into a girl’s night, or something. The place selected was probably a step above casual - somewhere with dim, rustic lighting and an impressive display of draft beers serving as the bar’s backdrop. Wanda planned on treating. It was literally the least she could do with Darcy having stepped in to help behind the scenes with Billy and Tommy here, Vision there (back in Westview) and thensome. Strange to know how deeply she’d been involved in what had happened back home and they still hadn’t crossed paths in their world. Here, she could buy her shots and appetizers to start. “Whatever you want,” Wanda insisted as they selected a high-top to sit at. “I know you hit Hayward with a vehicle and that deserves some kind of celebration.” Everything was probably still a bit fresh to poke fun at but if there was one thing she could get sardonic about - it was that man. If there was anything Darcy was more than willing to poke fun at, it was also that man. She had a damning smirk on her face as she slipped into her chair, which was almost a painful reminder of her short height even with her heeled boots on. “Alright, I’m not going to break the bank, even if I know that hitting him with a clown car is worth it.” Oh god, so worth it. That little beam of pride flashed across her face with no remorse. “God that guy was the worst.” It was a safe topic, one that didn’t make her antsy to ask about the twins or have to stop talking when her thoughts came to her last conversation with Vision. The problem was Darcy had a tendency to say whatever was on her mind at any time, and Wanda didn’t need that from her. So talking shit about Hayward it was. “It was like, a thousand times more satisfying than tasing Thor. Just putting that out to the universe.” Wanda had to laugh at that. More satisfying than tasering a god. Really, she hoped Hayward was being tossed in a cell somewhere but she supposed people felt the same way about her too. Monica didn’t put up a fight in letting her go - she watched her fly off, leaving behind the mess she caused. It was nice to have had people that understood her grief, but. She also played a small part in being a villain too. None of it had been intentional but it didn’t stop people from being held against their will, stuck in their own minds with no escape. Anyway, this wasn’t about that and there was nothing she could do to fix her mistakes in a way that made any difference back home, so - it was what it was. Wanda was trying to let it be while she was here. “Speaking of Thor -” There was a pause just to put in a drink order she kind of scrambled to pick. Lemon drop martini it was, something about the rim being covered in sugar that sounded good. “Is he okay? I thought I saw an isolated storm over the water the other day and I thought it might be him.” Darcy wasn’t much of a drinker outside of social opportunities, but social opportunities came with increasing frequency in Vallo and with it, came the knowledge of where to get the biggest and best margaritas. A blue margarita was ordered for her without hesitation - along with an appetizer of loaded cheese fries because-- well. Obvious reasons. But she was laughing before the server had even fully walked away, and Darcy’s eyes rolled all the way around her head with a groan. “He’s fine. I mean, I’m sure people agree he’s fine but he’s just-- having some love woes?” This wasn’t the first time she’d gone through this, and it showed on her face with loving amusement. “Asgardian romantic drama.” Yes, cheese fries. Obvious reasons. Wanda found herself more excited than she thought about all of this. Probably because it felt normal and there were no magic tricks or danger afoot - was that sad? “No comment on the fine part,” she admitted with a chuckle. Look, she had eyes. It was a fact. Other than that, she really did genuinely enjoy her friendship with Thor. They never really had an opportunity to interact much back home and their first time meeting she had been on the wrong side of the fight. Here - they had mimosas sometimes, bonded over how much it sucked to mourn people. “I am trying to figure out what Asgardian romantic drama entails?” Wanda paused, and then whispered, “Is the love woes thing with you?” Darcy’s laugh came quick and strong, she had to cover her mouth before it ran away with her, but kept her head shaking just so there was no mistaking her no. Where she would’ve been ready and prepped to lean in and talk about Asgardian romantic drama, now she had another focus entirely. “Oh my gods no. Okay so- has Thor ever talked about Jane Foster around you? Brilliant amazing scientist, mortal, also had the Reality Stone inside of her for a while. Anyway Thor dated her for a long while, several years, and she’s my BFF. But,” And there was a but, because of course. “They broke up, it was kind of messy, but she was blipped and we weren’t, so Thor kind of became more of a bestie? Mostly I just look at him like an older brother.” But that wasn’t the romantic drama, that was backstory, and Darcy looked at Wanda with the most sigh, men expression. “So this is the second time I’m dealing with Asgardian romantic drama. Only this time it’s two Asgardians.” “I knew of her,” Wanda replied, and she had heard some chit-chat among the Avengers (gossip, if she were to be honest) about their breakup but back then she wasn’t all that acclimated into the group to really be invested in it. Thor hadn’t been much of a presence at the Compound anyway. The drinks came while she contemplated her words. Two Asgardians. Who was here? There was Loki but - yeah, no. That wasn’t it, obviously. The other one she knew of (but hadn’t really ever interacted with) was - Her eyes widened with recognition. Wanda had definitely been out of the loo. “Ohhh. Fandral, right? I want to say I saw him shirtless on the network once. I know he had a rough moment when we were back in ancient times. I know they were good friends, though?” Darcy shot Wanda some finger guns before taking a happy sip from her drink and humming a little tune to go with it. It’d been a while since she’d gone for margaritas, was wiggling in her seat a normal response? Eh, probably. Couldn’t be contained, not when she had a marg, cheese fries freshly delivered, gossip, and a friend. “Yeah like, BFF level. Fandral’s part of the Warrior Three,” her heart hit a little pang of pain at the mention, but she powered through. “But apparently when you live hundreds or thousands of years it kind of becomes boring and you just start banging your friends? Hot friends. So that’s been happening a while, and now Thor’s caught feelings. I think Fandral has too, but he’s being more stubborn about it-- he did at least admit he doesn’t want to date me, which--” Darcy put on the most mock offended face she could muster. “Seems totally fake, I am super dateable.” Wanda had enough class to not outright choke on her drink at the banging your friends after living for hundreds of years - but somehow her eyes went a little wider at that because, well. Honestly? That could be understood. No judgment. She hadn’t thought about banging anything in what felt like ages, so - ahem. Back on topic. (She was fine.) The sugar on the rim helped balance out the sourness of her cocktail, and she had to lick her lips free of it. “I had no idea,” she hummed, cushioning her chin into her palm to mull that over. “I do hope it works out though. Thor is the biggest teddy bear when he is not swinging his hammer around. I know he took it hard when Valkyrie disappeared.” That was when they were just getting their footing in their friendship - she didn’t feel comfortable poking at him too hard about it yet but she had noticed. “The life and times of Asgardian romance.” Darcy mirrored Wanda’s hand on her chin, but mostly used it to prop up her head for easy margarita sipping. Valkyrie’s mention made her nose crinkle a little - she’d felt bad there too, because there were feelings in that direction that had slight shift as well, but Valkyrie had been gone before Darcy could really dig into that. “Oof,” if that sound was in response to Wanda or just because of the fact that she took an overly large sip that bordered on causing brain freeze, it was anyone’s guess. “That was a lot, too. It’s been crazy here and home for a long time, you know? Can’t we just get some peace and quiet for a little while? Some stability?” “Too much to ask for,” Wanda sighed because what was it like to have all three, she wondered? Or even one. “There is no romantic gossip on my end to report. I have Agatha on payroll at this tea shop we somehow got handed? She has the personality for customer service. Cheery and passive aggressive, it’s almost actually perfect.” There was guilt about that, a teeny bit. It was strange seeing her move through life as some brainwashed suburban homemaker so she figured she could help her in the job department, perhaps keep her close for supervision to ensure that the spell keeping that witch’s crazy brain caged remained up and functional. “But of course there is the issue of what she posts on the network and I have no idea how to stop that without messing with her head even more.” The woman was filling the role of nosey neighbor too perfectly. Wanda almost laughed about it in a mortified sort of way. Instead, she took an even larger sip of her cocktail because she needed to. People coped by damaging their liver occasionally, why couldn’t that be her too for once? Darcy winced over her drink, but nodded as helpfully as she could with Wanda’s explanation. “Honestly, it’s probably better this way? Less damaging to talk about Cap’s love life than it is--” She waved a hand in the air, like she was mimicking magic. “Agatha’s thing.” Also on a selfish end it had given her a definitive answer about Steve and Natasha, something she’d been poking around for but hadn’t had the balls to ask and put them on the spot for. Which was funny, considering Darcy wasn’t the the type to skirt around feelings in order to make people comfortable. … But then, maybe she was, for the people she actually gave a shit about, like this Avengers family that had adopted her despite it all. “The wives thing though-- if you want, I can do more than just monitor her internet usage and actually hack her computer or get a little revenge.” It was an earnest offer, with no hesitation or cue that she was joking. Darcy didn’t play when it came to computer hacking. Wanda was also curious about the Natasha-Steve thing but considering it was none of her business - she would keep her mouth zipped until she was approached. Agatha had done enough by bringing awareness to them, though neither of them seemed particularly prickly about the fact? As Billy sometimes said about his fandoms and fictional characters - she shipped it, if it was something the two of them were genuinely pursuing. “I would not mind some extra internet surveillance,” Wanda relented. In the scenario Agatha googled something suspicious as Agnes - something that gave away the spell she had on her was waning, maybe. Vallo did dampen her powers considerably so it was a fear that slowly gnawed at her. “This is the most harmless thing she could be doing, I guess. I keep hoping to see her name on those disappearance lists and she has been spared so far. I don’t know how long this can really go on? The well of gossip has to dry out at some point.” Wishful thinking, maybe. It’d be great if Agatha would stop referring to her as head wife though. Darcy nodded along and winced when appropriate. Like the idea that the gossip well would die out. “I don’t know, man. I’ve been around Avenger types for well over a decade, the gossip well?” She shook her head sadly. “Might never be dry.” It was a slippery slope that she teetered on, but the huge margarita she’d been putting a dent in was starting to hit her system and it made Darcy sloppier. A little. Which made her worried she was going to step in it, or say something that would make Wanda sad or thoughtful to memories when they were supposed to be having a good time. So she leaned forward and put her elbow on the table, eyes narrowed at Wanda behind her black rim glasses. “Do you want to create some more gossip with me and let me pull you onto the dance floor? It could be fun and that’s our whole goal here, right?” Wanda was in mid-sip of her martini when Darcy sent her that look - it gave her pause, made her blink those blue eyes. Last time she danced was at Erik and Rogue’s wedding reception, which was overall very tame and lovely but not in the heart of Vallo City like this place. That was more ‘let’s gather and celebrate without making drunken fools of ourselves’ while this place had more ‘have fun, get a little sloppy and don’t lose your shoes’ vibe. She did take that sip though, and it emptied her glass and left her with a comfortably buzzing warmth. “Sure,” came her response with a widening grin, and she extended her hand to Darcy since she offered to do the pulling. “It has been awhile but I promise to not embarrass us too badly.” And if Agatha happened to be around watching them (doubtful, but who knew), she’d probably assume Wanda was out collecting yet another wife to add to the Sorcerer Polygamist’s collection. It couldn’t be any worse than that. (Hopefully.) |