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Losers Club; Bobby
Topic Started: Feb 19 2017, 10:32 PM (80 Views)
Siryn
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Date: Valentines
Time: 7pm




Xavier's Institute

Theresa had pretty much always been single, and for the most part it didn’t bother her. During her incredibly turbulent teenage years, she had fooled around, but since coming to Xavier’s, there hadn’t really been anything except near misses. Considering all that had happened in that time period, it was probably better that way. Terry had good friends that were more than enough when she had needed them. As such, Valentines had never been a bother. Warren usually left her a box of chocolates with a ridiculous bow and this year he had surpassed himself with a cushion of a pug dog that declared ‘I puggin love you’. Hopefully, he got his lady something better, she had told herself that morning on seeing it laid on her office chair…

This year though, there was something in the air. Or water. Maybe it was just her slowly sinking into cynicism, but everyone else seemed loved up and gooey. So she fell back on one of the people she knew she could rely on, her other perpetually single friend, Bobby Drake. A sort of not-date. It had been ages since she’d had a night out and she felt comfortable going with Bobby as he didn’t drink either, so there was no need for awkwardness when ordering in bars.

Dressed in black skinny jeans and boots, Theresa wore a jacket over her dark blue halterneck, a spare motorcyclye helmet waiting on the pillion of her bike. Of course, she might not have been utterly explicit in warning Bobby they were taking her bike, but it was part of the fun. She didn’t have a car and it wasn’t like she could borrow Warren’s as he was probably at the Hellfire Club, something she didn’t want to think too long on, lest she get the mental images. Her long hair was looped up, though once they were at the club she’d likely let it back down and she had even remembered her way around her make-up bag’s snazzier products.

Looking up at the school, she chewed the inside of her cheek and then let out a long, piercing whistle that most people would hear but would be a prompt for Bobby to get a move on with it.
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Valentines Day, the day for soppy romantic gestures, smooching and most importantly for arguments, break ups and reduced candy the next day. This year Bobby was bang out of luck, he'd sent cards of course, to all the single ladies in the school, they were all stacked full of cheese and puns. Even for all his attempts, though, a date was out of the question, at least of the romantic variety, instead, he had agreed to a strictly platonic night out with Terry.

Leaving the arrangements up to her (even though it perhaps should have been Bobby that sorted all that out), he'd agreed a time and place for meeting, which for them was outside of the school at seven. With no idea of what they were going to be getting up to, Bobs chose to go for the smart casual look, straight cut jeans, a black shirt and shoes. That would pretty much get him in anywhere that they were going end up going to unless of course, they were doing something messy, but eh if they did he'd deal.

Finally glammed up for the night, Bobby ducked down the stairs of the school; dodging animated rabbits, kids and sugar highs, they were problems for people that didn't have plans for the night, just as he reached the door he heard the whistle, for once Bobby was the one that was late.

"Alright alright, I'm coming."

As he reached the outside door, Bobby's hand shot out and iced up the stairs down to the drive, speeding up the process for him to reach the drive. That was when he saw the bike, a wicked grin spread across his face. "You know, if you wanted me to wrap my arms around you, you only had to ask." Bobby's brow wiggled as he pulled his jacket on.

"So what's the plan? A ride out to the middle of nowhere, picnic under the stars..." He was joking of course, since this wasn't actually a date, date, but still when was Bobby not going to push the line?
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Siryn
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"Feel free ter pitch off in a field, if yer'd like," Theresa taunted as Bobby made a comment about wrapping his arms around her as he made his icy appearance. It was all blarney though, a primary reason why they got on so well. Their wits were reasonably matched. Which was just as well, as lesser folk might be easily offended by the sorts of things that either of them could come out with.

At his talk of picnics, she raised an eyebrow and gave him a deliberately cold, slow stare. "If yer'd wanted sandwiches, Robert Drake, yer can drag yer arse t'he kitchen and make 'em yerself," all the same, she held out the helmet and swung herself on to her bike with practiced ease. "We're goin' ter an Irish rock bar...it's karaoke night," her face split into a wide grin and she pulled her own helmet on. She patted the pillion invitingly. "C'mon, what's the worst that can happen?"

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The ride was chilly, although it wasn't much of a bother to either of them. While Theresa didn't exactly have any natural resistance to the cold, she was made of stern stuff having grown up on a castle that clung to cliffs on the Irish Sea. Along with her jacket, she was quite comfortable. The jacket was one with glider wings hidden in the sleeves and made from durable material, same as her uniform. She had been caught out a few times before and so the jacket had made a welcome, and actually quite stylish, addition to her wardrobe. Anyone who looked at it would simply pass it over as a rather nice, leather jacket.

It was a long ride, really, but Siryn liked being on the road. While it wasn't the same as flying, when you came to a long, empty stretch, it was close enough. The motorcycle helmets had comm. links in them too, which made talking on a bike far easier than it ever had been.

"Not far now. Holdin' up alright back there? I did me best to get m'hair out of the way so you'd not have ter eat it..." her long, red hair was a source of great pride. But choking a pillion passenger on it was neither attractive nor considerate...
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"Now that just sounds like something that would get me arrested for exhibitionism." Bobby couldn't help himself, he was a clown, he liked to make people laugh, girls in particularly, even when they fell into the friend category like Terry did. Terry explained where they were going though and that sounded a hundred times better than what he had thought of and without hesitation, he pulled on the helmet. It didn't look at all cool on him really, not like it did on Terry and while he would have preferred to go without remaining in icy form was just not an option when you were basically going to be upright spooning with someone while they controlled several hundred CCs worth of motorbike.

Bobby didn't actually mind alternative forms of transport, which was funny really given his main form of motorised transport was a pretty standard car, but growing up he had been into ice skating, his powers allowed him to continue to do that and even turn it into a viable form of transport. So riding on someone else's bike wasn't all that bad, it wasn't like he was riding side saddle or anything that would completely emasculate him.

Not that he was all that masculine, to begin with.

"Ohhh neat. I see where Warren's big dollars are going now." Which wasn't really an answer at all to Terry's question, but still. "Yeah, it's all good back here." Bobby was being a pretty good passenger so far, he wasn't fidgeting too much and he wasn't leaning in the wrong direction. "So far no gagging on red hair," Which was something he never thought he'd have to say in his life. "Don't think I've ever explored much out this way before."

"Is it karaoke night?" Bobby was kinda curious if the both of them were somehow going to wind up on stage yelling out some classic tune at some point in the night.
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"One day I'll buy me own car...But I like borrowing Warren's. It's shiny and I have ter make sure its got gas when when I bring it back and maybe take it for a valet...And I dno't have ter worry about all the other shite that comes with responsible car ownership," Theresa grinned broadly. Such things wouldn't be difficult for her to be sure, but owning a bike...It made her feel freer.

They shot down the roads and even though he wouldn't see properly, she nodded when he asked if it was karaoke. "Aye! C'mon, you've heard me sing. I'll clean up and buy yer snacks and non-alcoholic beverages..." There was a pause and she continued. "Did yer eat? They've got the kind of food yer eat when the lighting ain't great, on the whole it's edible just avoid the chili...Yer never know what they put in it for fun."

Shaking herself, she carried on quickly. "Anyway I've uh, been a patron of the bar since I was fifteen and they're frendly," the redhead stressed. It was not an official 'mutant bar' but no one had ever been given trouble and thrown out for being one either. She had once seen it the other way round. Frat boys wanting ter 'slum it' with the hardcore Irish types and starting shit on those who looked different. Mutant Town was only a few blocks away from the bar and even before the district had existed, mutants in the area from Eire had gone to the bar.

Eventually they entered the city and pulled up outside the bar which didn't seem much from outside. There was a lot beside, full of bikes and she pulled into it. Jumping off, she shook her limbs out and left her helmet there. From past experiences, Terry knew it was quite safe to do so.

"C'mon, they're all...unique in here," grabbing his arm, she pulled Bobby towards the side door that opened into the lot. A couple of very burly, grizzled men stood there in leathers, the epitome of old bikers, right down to the slightly blurred tattoos, bandanas and heavy silver rings.

"Theresa!" one of them greeted with a thick accent. "Yer come ter charm us all out of our coin?" he ruffled her hair as if she were a small child and swung open the door, holding it with a huge arm. "And' this is a friend from yer work?" from the way he stressed it, it seemed clear he knew just what that work was and on stepping closer, a great heat seemed to radiate directly from him.

"Aye Douglas I have, and yes, this is Bobby. You be nice ter him now. You too, Morris," she told the other guy whose tongue shot out like a lizard and he simply winked at her.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled Bobby in after her. The bar was warm, the dim lights slightly hazy and it was loud with many men and women. Any 'tourists' were obvious. From behind the bar was a series of yells, of crashes as bottles were thrown away and the scent of bar food wafted around. "This place is a shitehole but it's a good one. They serve underage and might sell slightly illegal cigarettes out the back by the kitchen, but any handsy boys or thieving...Douglas and Morris come teach 'em how ter behave, though every so often, everyone just gets themselves in a big old fight fer the sake of it. Drink?"
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