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[closed] maybe tonight i'll call ya

Who: Pyro and Oswin

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What: Drowning various sorrows from a paper-bagged bottle like classy bitches.
When: Night 210
Where: Gefion Park, away from the Mushroom House
Rating: PG-13 - adult discussions, including sex, pregnancy and death.

[He's back in the park with another bottle, out by the lake this time, staring across its frozen surface and, maybe oddly or maybe not, thinking about Bobby and Rogue.

The couple who could never have sex. Even foreplay posed a problem. Pyro always thought Bobby was the dumbest guy alive for hooking up with her - but then, he'll never have this problem, will he? He'll have some wicked cases of blue balls, but there's no getting so horny that he'll forget all about a goddamn condom and take the chance of getting her knocked up.

And as much of a pain in the ass as she could be, Rogue is hardly Euri.

He takes a long swallow - vodka this time, another 40 despite the mess he made of himself with the last one - and glares out at the expanse of ice. As much as he hates to admit it, Thor is right; the ice is a giant piss-off. Just let summer come already so he can skip all the reminders of home.]

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Please.

[A drunken snort.]

I'm plenty straightforward. Too straight forward.

I would've thought so, but then you figured her plan out. You're just as devious as she is.

[He doesn't look resentful, though - with the alcohol running through his system, he looks almost admiring.

Yeah, he can admire a properly devious mind, as long as it's not turned on him. The worst she's ever done to him is laugh a little, and that pissed him off, but it's nowhere near Euri level.]

...Genius often bleeds into deviousness. But, I only use my devious nature for good.

[She turns to look at him and then laughs a little at his expression, flushing and tucking her hair behind her ears.]

Alright. Usually only for good.

It'd be wasted on good.

[Oh, did he get a blush out of her? Even swaying slightly on his feet and staring through glazed eyes, he can manage to look insufferably cocky.]

If you weren't human, I'd take you back to my world. We could use another sexy, devious woman on our side.

Good can be fun too.

[She leans against him. It's not really a bold move, she's just drunk and standing is getting increasingly difficult. Besides, she's not really concerned he'd hurt her at this point, he's also far too drug and preoccupied. Even if he is kind of a scumbag.]

I quite like being human, thanks. And not having any competition. I like being the singular sexy, devious girl.

[He snorts.] Good was a lot of things, but it was never fun.

[The contact surprises him a little, but he doesn't move away. Nor does he make a move - the spectre of Euri's maybe-imaginary pregnancy has put that out of his mind for the moment. He's a healthy teenage boy, though, so he does feel a full-body flush that makes him shiver a little.]

Nah, I think you'd like Mystique. [More smartass grinning.] She probably would show you up, though. Since she's blue and always naked.

Maybe you were just the wrong sort of good.

[She notices him shiver, but chalks it up to the cold air they've both stupidly decided to endure in their quest to clear the minds. So she doesn't pull away and drops her head against his shoulder, feeling the heaviness in her head of being drunk.]

See what I mean? Can't compete with that. Even if I were naked, not going to go blue. Not my colour.

There's only one kind of good in my world: huge fucking hero complexes and never being willing to do what has to be done. The "bad guy" is only bad because he'll actually do the shit that'll change things.

[Shaken out of his rant by her head on his shoulder, he laughs quietly and rests a hand on her head. Not affectionate, not stroking or petting, just - there.]

Still, you would make a good mutant. We need more people who don't take shit.

...Maybe. I've met evil though. Pure evil, not good intentions gone wrong. Not just willing to do what it takes to achieve a nobel goal. ...And I've seen good that fights against it.

[She blinks at the hand on her head and then relaxes. It's funny to be this close with a man whose about to play a really nasty prank on a young girl. A man whose threatened her and promised to harm her. But somehow, she's just not afraid of him and the situation they're in now, not friendly or affectionate, just... close is somehow enjoyable.]

Okay then. What would my powers be? As those would determine my extremely cool codename.

Real superheroes and villains, huh? [He sounds dubious, but not as scathing as he would normally be.] It's better than constantly fighting your own kind while the real enemy keeps targeting both of you.

[He glances down at the shiny cap of dark hair visible from his angle, considering.] Well, Dr. Grey never did anything with Telekinesis. Let's see what you can make of that.

...Sort of, I guess. Evil aliens and the man who protects the earth from them. It sounds ridiculous, I'd have thought it were ridiculous too before I saw it for myself.

[she thinks, scuffing her foot in the sand and hiccuping. Really, it's hard to think of brilliant things when drunk.]

PK.

[Humans protecting the earth. That's what they think they're doing in his world, too. A million questions pop into his mind, but he's too drunk to sift through them, so he just makes a non-commital noise.]

PK? Why?

PK!

[She waves her arms about and says it in a "you know!" sort of voice. When there's no response from him she pouts.]

PK like psychokinesis.

That's just the name of your power. I didn't -

[Well, actually, he just took the first part of his power's name, didn't he? Huh.]

I guess it works.

Yeah, don't you even talk.

[GOSH PYRO.]

There's a lot worse than "Pyro" out there! [He nudges against her sulkily, not really trying to push her off but making a show of doing so. His anger always seems to come out as petulance when he's drunk.]

PK though, isn't one of the ones worse than Pyro. It's self-explanatory, clever, and cute. A brilliant name.

[And she doesn't move away when nudged, mostly out of pure stubbornness and also because when he nudges her, she nearly topples over and needs to grab him to stay upright.]

[Pyro has a bad habit of turning inward when drunk, thinking of personal things and losing his brain-to-mouth filter. And talking about choosing names sparks one of those memories.]

Me and Iceman picked our names together. I said he should be Cryo, so we could match, but the dork insisted on Iceman.

[His free hand dips into his pocket, pulling out his ever-present lighter and turning it around and around in his fingers. Bobby. He'll be made to pay for choosing the wrong side, whenever Pyro gets out of here.]

...So did you guys start together then?

[For a guy he hates, he sure seems to bring him up a lot. But getting information out of Pyro? Always an opportunity she'll go for. She shivers and sniffles in the cold air, watching him play with the lighter.

We were roommates at Xavier's.

[He flicks the lighter open and alight, frowning down at the flame.]

He had a choice to make, and he chickened out. Like always.

...You miss him?

[She stares at the dancing flame, wishing it were a lot bigger and able to keep them warm. And also wishing she'd been able to level her powers and do just that.]

Fuck, no. I just want a chance to give him the ass-kicking he deserves.

[And that's completely true to him, too. He's buried any hurt over consistently being chosen after Rogue and the X-Men so deep that it's all turned into hatred.]

And then what?

I mean you've already gone your separate ways, right?

[A sniff and a suppressed yawn. Really, this sounds like they have a lot of issues to work out.]

Hardly. The X-Men spend 90 percent of their time fighting the Brotherhood, so I'll probably be kicking his ass lots. Maybe I'll kill him someday.

[Oh, the ironing...]

Unless he ever figures out who's really fighting for mutant freedom.

Sounds like you have a complicated relationship with lots of feelings to work out.

[It's like a bromantic hateship. She could get behind that. And the idea of Pyro being so hung up on this Bobby is kind of cute.]

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