xp_logs | Amanda, Marie-Ange - Girls Just Want To Have Fun

Set before this scene with Jennie. Amanda, Marie-Ange - two friends planning a night out clubbing.

OCC: One more log to come later, set after the Jennie log.

Amanda hadn't been clubbing for a while, not since before the mess last year actually, which meant she was all the more ready for it. Avoiding Remy all week, grinding her teeth over the whole Lorna situation (as soon as she'd heard raised voices from his room on Monday she'd eavesdropped shamelessly and had the small, bitter consolation that she'd been exactly right about Remy's state of mind), various friends and family having various crises... it hadn't been the most relaxing time. So she fully intended to enjoy herself tonight.

Putting the finishing touches to her make-up, she came out of her apartment's small bathroom and grinned at Marie-Ange. "You set?"

The suede pants didn't fit anymore. Hadn't in well over a year. Too short, though Marie-Ange didn't remember growing, and too tight in the upper legs. They had already been tight, now she could not even get them on. And so had resorted to a probably also too short skirt, and she really didn't care if it -was- too short for polite company. Clubbing wasn't polite company.

"I think so, yes." She was oddly nervous, fingers tingling and she really felt like she had too much energy. "I gave up on my hair. The humidity went to war with it.." She'd just pulled it back into a loose twist, and hoped it would stay.

"It wouldn't stay tidy for long any way," Amanda pointed out. "Not unless you plan on holding up a wall all night." Her own outfit was almost demure, for her clubbing attire. Her leather pants, since most of the New York clubs sneered at jeans, and a basic black halter top. "C'mon, mate, let's get out of here and kick up our heels a bit. Dance, have a couple of drinks, talk to someone who isn't from the bloody school..."

"You have a point.. " She'd been really over-thinking the hair. But it was bothering her, that she couldn't get it to do what she'd wanted. "Oh yes. No school, no teachers, no one in black leather or asking me for the average weight bearing of support columns, or any other nonsense." And certainly not a computer in sight. "I could use a drink." Marie-Ange mused, laughing. "But never -ever- German wheat beer again. Cain tried to convince all of us that it only counted as one third of an American beer."

"More like three times the beer," Amanda snorted, checking she had her keys as she led the way to the door. "Never trust a groundskeeper with an evil sense of humour. What were you doing going out drinking with him?"

"I am not even sure how we got to the bar in the first place. Cain made a joke about buying drinks after.. did Angelo tell you about the speech that was given?" Marie-Ange followed Amanda out, down to the street, and towards the subway station.

Amanda nodded. "I knew he was older than he looked," she said. "Came up at one point..." She was being vague because the Gem was Cain's secret, not hers. "But turns out he's the X geexer's half brother? Who'd have thought?"

Once inside the subway car itself, and away from noisy people and noisier trains, Marie-Ange finished explaining. "There was a risk, that he might lose what kept him from aging, and Wanda and Sam and I went with him. And after, when he did not lose it, I think we all wanted to celebrate. Wanda found one of those German, or maybe Belgian. I am not sure what country we were in, she spoke the language, and.. I am never drinking with Wanda again. I have not had a hangover since.. " She couldn't actually remember. "Asgard, maybe."

Amanda was quiet for a long time, mind turning over the story and all its connotations. "That explains the difference," she said at last. Marie-Ange raised her eyebrows questioningly and she elaborated. "After his accident, with the Gem getting destroyed... Nate and I put him back together, bonded the Gem to his DNA, and afterwards there wasn't a scrap of mystic energy about him that I could feel. If breaking the Gem let this Cyttorak out, that'd be why." She found herself reaching upwards to play with a crystal pendant she no longer wore. Old habits. "It was the Gem, you know, that I got hooked on. Power of an Elder God, no fucking wonder. I didn't stand a chance."

Marie-Ange's eyebrows shot up, and she made a small "Ohh." of surprise. "I know, some of that was in the files, but... now... I cannot see how anyone would blame you for that. Even before, not knowing that, it was not anything you chose to do." She shook her head fiercely. "But we said no school and no X-stuff, and if I keep talking about it, I will not stop at all tonight. " And then she smiled a little, trying to put the discussion behind her. "And I do not think chattering about Elder Gods and gems will do much for my getting a dance partner, no?"

"Oh-ho," Amanda grinned knowingly at her friend. "Somehow I don't think you'll need to worry about that tonight, mate. Not in that skirt." Whilst she very much hoped Doug and Marie-Ange would get back together, she wasn't above encouraging her friend to have a good time, feel better about herself. "You could be talking about aliens that eat planets and you'd still get a dance."

"Still, I would rather not have anyone else think I am insane." At least, not any more than they already did. "Just Marie-Ange tonight, and no Tarot, cards or codename, and certainly no apocalypse or sinister villians trying to kill us all." She shook loose some of the hair she'd tied back, and stretched. "I think I spend too much time trying to forget that were it not for one piece of DNA, I would be in college going to parties now..."

"'S not the DNA that stops you from doing that," Amanda pointed out with a small shrug. "But I think we can manage 'normal' tonight. 'College', even - this club tends to get a lot of the uni crowd." She didn't mention that she and Manuel had gone there once or twice, although the empath had found it somewhat too American for his tastes. "How's classes treating you, any way?" she asked, steering conversation to more 'normal' lines. "Maybe one night we could invite a few of your classmates, have that party. You could always use my place if you didn't want the hassle of getting them through security at school."

"I think the summer classes may have to stop after this summer. Or I should only take one. Three and four hours at a time is awful." The train came to a typically-New Yorkish jerky halt, and Marie-Ange followed Amanda out and up to the street. "Security is the least of my problems. Explaining the dragon? Or the robot squid? Or even that, yes, I am very sorry, but I have to end the party now, there is about to be a stealth airplane coming up out of the basketball court would, I think possibly put a crimp in having a party." And then Marie-Ange grinned. "And besides, if a party is at your place, I do not need to smuggle alcohol in."

"See, now you're thinking like a college student," Amanda replied with a chuckle. "Always with the booze. But yeah, that's a definite bonus and besides, place needs livening up. We could test out the soundproofing we're supposed to have, maybe give the old bloke living downstairs a fit."

The club wasn't far from the subway station and the two girls joined the short-ish queue outside, fake IDs at the ready. Amanda snickered to herself as the two college guys in front of them eyed Marie-Ange with frank appreciation.

Marie-Ange herself was not entirely oblivious to the young men in the line ahead of them, though her only reaction was to fuss slightly with her hair. She wasn't looking, not now at least, but if anything came of this, all the better.

Once past the bouncers, who gave both fake ID's no more than the barest cursory look, Marie-Ange took the time to actually look around the club. No familiar faces, not from Xavier's, and not from her classes, but in the crowd, she thought she wouldn't have been able to tell anyway. And not seeing anyone she knew was a blessing. No having to maintain an apperance of maturity - and no one to report back if she actually had a drink. Or two. Or three.

Snickering a little to herself at Marie-Ange's preening, Amanda turned to her with an anticipatory air. "So, what's your poison? My round, since I'm the working girl and you're the student type." She tipped Marie-Ange a wink. "Since if we're going to let our hair down tonight, might as well do it proper."

"Anything that is not American beer, or one of those terrible trendy flavored martini drinks." Marie-Ange said. "And not German wheat beer. But I said that before, I think... " When -was- the last time she'd had a drink that wasn't wine with dinner? Marie-Ange couldn't remember, which meant it had probably been too long since she went out and had fun.

"Two vodka and orange then, coming right up." And siezing Marie-Ange's hand, Amanda began pulling her through the crowd to the bar. They had some catching up to do.