Wanda, Kurt: Mr. Pinstripe Suit

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Wanda and Kurt actually make it to the first round of competition with no possessions in sight. They're greeted by the owner, a Mr. Wilson, and take to the floor.



When Kurt let go, Wanda took a careful step backwards before reaching into her little purse to drag out a small can of air freshener.  She shot her friend a wry look as she sprayed it before she moved on to futz with her hair.  With it being winter, she'd wisely chosen to wear a long jacket over the dress she'd chosen -- besides, Kurt had yet to see the dress and it was, hopefully, going to be eye catching.

"I swear, Kurt, on all that's holy, I am taping an air freshener to your tail for the next time you teleport."

"I doubt it would help", Kurt said dryly - he was, again, in the only really good suit he owned, and barefoot.  "It does dissipate fast, if you remember."

 "With a little help from Calvin Klein, yes, I remember."  She grinned and stuck her head out from the alley he'd landed them in.  "Ah, there's the club.  It...well, does not look like much."

In fact, it looked rather desolate.  It apparently had seen better days as a warehouse at some point and the owner hadn't done much to clean up the looks from the outside.  But, still, a ring of cars surrounded it and the music could almost be heard from where they were at.

"Not from here", Kurt agreed, stepping out of the alley beside her.  "But this is clearly the right place, and it does sound as it should."

 "What is that saying?" she asked, extending her arm to Kurt as they crossed the street.  "In for a penny?"

"In for a pound", he completed, taking her arm and reaching for the door to the club with his other hand as they reached it.

Music washed over them in a thick wave and Wanda suddenly felt very pleasantly surprised.  "And that, my friend, is one hell of a penny," she said, staring around them in delight.  Whatever the owner had skimped on the outside, they had more than made up for with the interior.

A top line sound system was nestled in the far back of the club -- she decided she might need to bring Mark with her later to let him play -- and despite the crowds, it felt roomy and there was breathing space.  Tastefully decorated in golds and dark browns, it leaked a taste of elegance and she certainly hadn't been expecting that.
 
Kurt turned in a circle, looking around in pleasure.  "Obviously the owner wishes to make an impression, once you pass through the doors.  It is even more so, in comparison to the outside."

 "Shame on us, for judging a book by it's cover," Wanda laughed, reaching up to unbutton her jacket.  With a shrug, it pooled down to her elbows and she let a club staff member take it the rest of the way.  Turning, she placed a hand on one hip and smiled at Kurt.  "What do you think?"
 
Kurt, as Wanda had no doubt been expecting, was just a little lost for words.  The combination of the dress and the boots and the... dress... He eventually came up with a stuttered, "You look... very nice!"

 "Young man, I believe you took the words right out of my mouth," someone interjected.  Wanda glanced over her shoulder and stared at the man.  He matched the decor almost perfectly -- not in colors but just in style.  On anyone else, that kind of suit would have been labeled a pimp (and maybe on him as well, considering the two women on either side of him).

He was handsome and obviously aware of it and he had no issues with showing that he was interested in the pair at the door, especially Wanda.  "But how rude, allow me to introduce myself.  I'm Mr. Gregory Wilson, owner of this fine establishment and judge of the dance competition."  As he introduced himself, Mr. Wilson reached out to take Wanda's hand and press a kiss to the back of it.

"I am Kurt Sefton", Kurt responded, hackles maybe just a little raised by this man in general, but still polite.  "And this is Wanda Maximoff.  We have come to enter the competition."

"Good, good!  Good luck to the both of you, I am sure you will just...fine."  Mr. Wilson smiled once more, kissed Wanda's hand a second time and then turned back to his companions.  "I will see you after the competition," he told him, over his shoulder, the ladies crowding back under his arms.

Wanda raised an eyebrow and then looked back over at Kurt.  "Well.  He's an interesting character."
 
"That would be one way to put it", was the dry answer, as Kurt met her glance then shot a look at Mr. Wilson's back.  "I do not think I like him.  But a contest is still a contest."

"Yes, and judging by the crowd here, it will be a good one."  She extended his hand to him and nodded towards the dance floor.  "The contest is about to start, so, shall we?"
 
That got a grin, as he took her hand.  "Let us show them what we can do."

~~

As the music died down, there was an almost audible moan of protest from the audience and Wanda couldn't blame them.  Kurt spun her into stop and she laughed, clinging to his shoulders.  Her heart was pounding and adrenaline was soaring through her body -- she didn't want to stop.  Dancing through the night sounded like a wonderful idea.
 
Kurt was also laughing as they stopped, sheer buzzy energy flooding through him.  He turned to look at the DJ.  "That cannot be the end, can it?  What time does this club close?"

Someone chuckled behind them and Mr. Wilson deftly walked through the thick crowd to their position on the dance floor.  "Sadly, Mr. Sefton, it is nearing two in the morning and as much as it pains me, the contest -- for this evening -- is now over.  However, you two have made it into the next round, so congratulations.  My establishment is closed on Sundays but it will be held on Monday."

Wanda smiled.  "Well, I thought we had done well," she responded but then stopped when the owner held out his hand.

"There will be one last song, Miss Maximoff, would you do me the favor?  I belief Mr. Sefton here can find many a willing partner."

She looked back between the men before deciding it couldn't hurt.  After all, while this man was smarmy and a bit on the slimy side, a dance wasn't anything.  Wanda nodded and slipped her hand into his.  "I'll see you on the other side, Kurt," she said, laughing.
 
Kurt wasn't entirely happy about that, but couldn't come up with any reasonable objection.  Instead, he just nodded, still smiling.  "I will meet you outside after this last song, then."  And he turned to look for someone to take the last dance with.

~~

Stumbling outside, Wanda slid the coat back on and took a deep breath of air.  The crowd was slowly dispersing, making it's way back home, and she was trying to find Kurt in the mass of bodies.  Her skin buzzed and her hands shook a little from the rush she'd gotten on the dance floor.  The entire evening was a blur and it was starting to catch up to her.  Wanda stumbled a little bit and reached out for the wall.

He was looking for her in turn, and found her just as he saw her stumble.  A moment or two later, Kurt was at her side and supporting her.  He didn't look in a much better state, for all he was still standing - but it was at least a happy exhaustion.  "I think we could call tonight a success."
 
She laid her head on his shoulder for a second before straightening.  "I think we can – and I think it's time we head home.  I might have pushed myself a little too far, too soon but it was worth it."  Now it was time for home, a lot of water and even more sleep.  Since it was now Sunday, she could rest for the entire day and not have to worry about work or much of anything else.

"I can get us back to the brownstone", Kurt said confidently.  "Though I think... I may need to beg the use of your couch after that."
 
"You could but I currently don't have much of a couch – it's been eaten by a project.  Amanda, though, has a perfectly good, noneaten couch."  She yawned, barely able to bring her hand up to cover the back of her mouth.  "My treat for breakfast in the morning, though."
 
"Amanda's couch it shall be, then.  It is not exactly much of a walk, and I do not think she will mind."
 
Nearly asleep on her feet, Wanda just nodded and clutched Kurt’s shoulders.  She wondered briefly if sleeping through a teleport was a bad thing right as he bamfed them out.



(OOC: Takes place around 2 in the morning.) Remy encounters a barely there Wanda coming back and they find out exactly how the exhaustion has taken it's toll.



With Kurt off to beg couch space from Amanda, Wanda stopped at her door and pressed her face to the wood.  Away from the club and the music, her body was in the process of trying to shut down way before she even got to the bed.  Her skin felt flushed and clammy at the same time and it took large amounts of effort to try and find the lock to put the key in.  After a few minutes, she wondered if, really, it was even worth it -- she could sleep just fine in the hallway.
 
"In case you wondering, dere aren't any boobytraps on de door. Remy checks regularly." LeBeau said, doing his mysterious materialization in the middle of the hall. His tendency to appear out of no where was slightly diminished in effect by the bag of takeout he was holding in his hand.

Wanda didn't bother to move anything except her eyes, flicking over to Remy in the hall.  Any other time, her stomach might have rumbled at the smell of food -- she hadn't eaten since before they'd gone to the club -- but even that was too tired.  "I was hoping the key could find it's own way into the lock," she responded, but then was rewarded by a quiet click.

"Dat's one of de sadder comments dat Remy's heard. Why you so tired? Seen you up three days wit'out looking dis wreaked. You mainlining speed or something and not tell us?" Remy said, suddenly alert. Wanda looked awful, and that wasn't like her outside of a mission disaster. He knew for a fact that she hadn't been running herself into the ground on the network, so either she was freelancing on the side, or something else was in her system.

"Hah, no, nothing in me stronger than a few martini's.  We were out dancing all night, suppose I might not be as recovered from my encounter with the bee venom as we thought. Though that was weeks ago..."  She shook her head and gave a valiant effort to straighten up, giving Remy a wan smile.  "No worries, really.  I think I just need some sleep, maybe lots of water before then and I promise, right as rain in the morning."

Her body was desperate for rest so she said good night and shoved her way through the door, not even caring that it was still left open.  Either someone would shut it behind her or she would when she woke up.  She was in no danger of being robbed, unless Amanda's sister had taken up old habits. Her boots were tossed to the side and she grabbed for the ever present glass of water on the kitchen counter.

She didn't even feel the glass tremble and then slip from her hand to the floor, the sound muted as if from far away.  The only thing she knew was that this sudden, pressing blackness was very wrong -- but at the time it felt wonderful beyond words.

The smash of glass came before the thump, and Remy popped his head back around the door, only to see Wanda lying on the floor, apparently comatose. Remy had been drunk with this woman too many times to mistake it for just alcohol or exhaustion. He left his take-out on her counter as he reached down to check her pulse. She was breathing regularly, and her heart beat was strong and at the correct pace. He thumbed back an eyelid, but her eye barely twitched at the light as he peered into it.
 
"Wanda, you idiot." Remy muttered. Wanda looked drugged, and Remy assumed it was likely someone at the club looking to pick up in a chemical fashion. The lack of response and the apparent exhaustion pointed to something like rophynal. The only question was whether it was some random would-be rapist or on their their enemies behind it. He'd get Mark to talk to the people in the bar, and Betsy to get Kurt's memories. Maybe they'd pick up who ever arranged for the mickey.
 
Right now, Remy considered as he hoisted Wanda up in his arms, the most important thing was to get her to a doctor. Wanda's mutant metabolism would explain how she was able to get home before something like rophynal could kick in, but there was no telling what else might be there, or if it would react oddly with her powers. Better to get her to one of Emma's pet doctors to be sure. He took one last look at his unopened food and sighed before carrying her out the door.