LOG: Betsy and Wanda

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Wanda and Betsy spend the night catching up.



Wanda laid stretched out on Betsy's couch, feet dangling over the side of the couch while she held up a glass of wine to the light. "You," she announced, "have the best taste. Cheers to my ever lovely host." She raised the glass to her forehead in a salute before taking a sip and sighing in pleasure.

"Are you all right?" Betsy said from the kitchen as she poured herself a glass. "Do you two need a moment?"

She giggled as her head popped up above the back of the couch. "If we have a moment, there won't be any left for later," she explained wisely, "and that is an incredibly important issue."

"And they say I have an unhealthy obsession," Betsy muttered to herself. She grabbed the cheese and fruit plate she had cobbled together in one hand and her wine glass in another. As she was about to join her companion, she noticed the wine bottle sitting pitifully on the kitchen counter.

Betsy appeared around the corner and entered the living room with the bottle of wine corked and tucked under her right arm. She placed the cheese plate and the wine bottle on the table. Betsy leaned back in her seat with her glass dangling from her fingers as she twirled the stem. "I think that's all of it. No more niceties, you cow. How have you been?"

Wanda wiggled her fingers at Betsy before she grabbed a piece of cheese. After the last few weeks of pure hell, it felt almost sinful to be able to put her feet up and just not have to worry about anything beyond Betsy potentially setting the dinner on fire. "Well, after Mark decided to play Jesus and then I had my very own personal psycho attempt to carve up a certain Canadian..." She shook her head ruefully. "Life has been exciting and that's not even touching my personal life. How about you?"

"You know," Betsy said, chidingly. "I did ask about you first. No fair trying to switch it back on me."

"Oh ho, I see it's the personal that you're interested in," Wanda teased. "I've been busy, as always. School, working for schools, working for here." She paused and stared at the wine in the glass. "And then there's Kurt."

"Finally, the good stuff!" Betsy exclaimed, leaning forward in her seat. "You think weeks of good wine and attempts at being hospitable would afford me a little gossip. Trying to get information from Jim...well, that's neither here nor there." She reached for the bottle, uncorked it, and refilled her and Wanda's glasses. "C'mon, let's have it then."

Wanda giggled and sat up straighter, pointing at Betsy. "Aha, I knew you just wanted me for the juicy gossip but fair is fair - I demand a bit of gossip of my own. I enjoy making Haller's poor head spin a bit." She smiled. "Very obviously, Kurt's been a perfect gentleman...which I, of course, have been breeding out of him little by little. Manners are all well and good out of bed, but in it? A little different."

"Alright, that's more than fair," Betsy acquiesced. "But I may need alittle more to go on if I have to divulge about my personal life." Betsy gave Wanda a conspiratorial look and said. "So, how does the tail work exactly? In bed? With the two of you? Together?"

This, Wanda realized, was exactly what she needed. A good bit of normal in a very unnormal time would set things right again, at least for a while. She giggled and scooted closer towards Betsy's chair. "For every bit of gossip I give you, you give me. And that tail, well..." She fanned herself. "Have you ever seen him in the mansion using that thing? It's like a little pointed extra hand. And it works very, very, very well between the two of us. God was very generous with Kurt." She wiggled her fingers in Betsy's direction. "Your turn. How does the whole telepathy thing play for you and Haller?"

"Oh my god," Betsy laughed. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked." She brought her glass to her lips. "Hallow the body as a temple," she took a sip and snorted. "And never doubt the thoroughness of the devout." The telepath looked thoughtful and in the space between one moment and the next, she snapped out of it.

"Alright, my go," Smiling again as the distinct memory hit her, galvanized, she started on her tale. "You know, sometimes catching up on paperwork can be sort of monotonous and the commute can be a bit of a hassle with weekend traffic. And on the rare occasion, long-range telepathy can be a blessing."

"...have I walked in...oh my god, I have, haven't I?!" Wanda fell back on the couch laughing hysterically, careful not to drop the wine. "I thought you were just irritated at the interruption of your paperwork. Oh, poor Haller, I can just imagine. 'Sorry, honey, Wanda just walked in.'" She thought about that for a moment while she giggled. "I'm starting to realize I got the short end of the stick powers wise. All I can do is make sure the clothes rip off just a little bit easier at the start of it. Your go, ask me another."

"I didn't say anything," Betsy said, putting up her arms in warning. "And don't you dare repeat any of this. He has enough to worry without running over every time he thinks I'm about to give away the plot." She sighed. "This may have been a bad idea. But fair is fair. Alright if it wasn't Kurt, who else would be in your sights. It's not like you can't finagle a romantic interlude under dangerous pretenses. 'Oh Cain, I don't know how we ended up trapped in the Quarry. Avalanche and all.'"

She held up one finger. "Actually, it was more like 'Oh Cain, daddy didn't get to blow us up, though you did manage to destroy a good chunk of jungle on your reentry. That's hot.'." Wanda tapped her chin for a moment, thinking. "Bishop, hands done. That man is gorgeous and his muscles...oohh, his muscles make me want to do bad things to him. I'd say in his sleep but, trust me, he would not be sleeping through what I'd do to him. Who happens to be on your naughty list?"

"I don't even know where to go from that." Betsy shook her head, dumbfounded. "He's just so....massive." She shuddered. "I think I'm noticing a pattern. I bet there's a probability string you can finagle for especially endowed, you know." Betsy motioned with her hand and wine glass. "Teammates?"

"You, my dear, are dodging the question. Teammates for me or teammates for you? If it's me, will there is Bishop and I'm willing to bet Pete would be very good but then the last thing I want to do is fight Domino for him. She'd cheat and we'd have to kick each other's behinds, before slinking off to lick our own wounds and probably having sex with each other." Wanda cocked an eyebrow at Betsy. "You can tell me something else delicious if you want to skip the question."

"No," Betsy said shortly. She sat up and finished off her wine. "You better not repeat this or you will find shurikens under your pillowcase." A pause, another last ditch diversion. "Is Doug legal yet? How about Shiro?" One look from Wanda and Betsy deflated. "Fine, I wouldn't be too broken up if Pete came calling." Betsy began to blush slightly. "But I was completely gutted when I found out Warren fancied boys. I, sort of, had a childhood thing for him and well, he was rather fit even then."

Wanda took a sip and considered her friend over her class. If she had to think much about it, which she didn't often, Betsy was probably one of her closest friends. And it was because of that that she knew that those admissions were harder to say than had another woman said them. "You're like some kind of bizarre ninja toothfairy, Bets," she teased. "But I swear upon pain of sharp pointy that I won't say a word." A moment's consideration and she tossed down the rest of the drink. Well, share and share a like, if that was hard for Betsy to admit than she gave something in return. "I think Kurt is falling in love with me."

"Noooooooo," Betsy said, wide-eyed. "Ugh, that has got to be a heavy load , especially with...." She stopped herself, leaving Stephen unsaid. "How are you going to deal with it?"

"Yeeeeeeess," Wanda responded and then sobered up. "To be honest, I have no idea. I don't...I care for him a great deal but I cannot see myself with him for the long run - or anyone for that matter." Again, a name went unsaid. "And the longer it goes, the worse I will end up hurting him. Either way I end up being a horrible person." She reached for the wine bottle, realized it would be rude to drink directly from it, and poured herself another glass.

"That is rough. You're his...you know. His one and only?" Betsy grabbed the bottle from Wanda and took a swig from it. "Christ," she passed the bottle to Wanda. "Well, at least you know exactly what you want and need right now. I can't say it won't get complicated but it'll be better in the long run. Besides, I heard he had a thing for Storm and I'm sure Remy wouldn't mind sharing. You know, for the common good."

Wanda thought about that for a moment and her eyes nearly crossed. "I need to stop picking up virgins, though it's so much fun breaking them in," she murmured, the playful tone starting to come back into play. She shot Betsy a look and, ignoring her full glass, took the bottle back and copied her friend's action. "But you're very right. I know where I stand and beyond that, I suppose what else can I do? So, now that we have done our serious talk for the evening, I say back to the fun things. Let's rate mansion and our current teammates...assets, as it were."

"I did not need to know that. Honestly, you're so naughty sometimes. It's almost something to live up to." Betsy shook her head. "All right, if we go this route and we all know it leads to madness. But if we do this -- we do the whole lot. Men, women, and it doesn't matter if they do men or women. Deal?"

"Now this game," Wanda said cheerfully, "I like." She scrunched herself up in the corner of the couch, nearly draping herself over the arm of it and handed Betsy the bottle back. "We'll be naughty together - that you can tell Haller, just for giggles - and let's start with...hmm. Oh! Ororo. Now that woman has some of the best pair of...well, legs for one..."

"Oh, I've always had this thing for 'Ro and Jake together." Betsy shuddered, reminiscing on it. "The shape shifting alone...."

The two women look at one another and broke out into laughter. It was a good night between good friends.