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xp_logsJohn is bored and thus lures Angelo into New York with the promise of food and seeing his girlfriend.
It was half past three and John was getting restless as hell. Time was passing by at a snail's pace and it was killing him. He'd tried to complete one of his reports but he couldn't seem to concentrate. John rested his foot on the edge of his desk and threw a crunched up paper ball at Angelo.
"Cut it out", Angelo said, picking the ball up and tossing it back in John's general direction without looking up. "You just got back from lunch."
"So?" He leaned forward on his desk, picked the crunched up paper ball and threw it in Angelo's direction again. If it could talk, it would have screamed, 'Look at me!' 'Play with me!'.
"So if you're that bored - " He threw the ball back. " - go home. You're not doin' any work anyway."
"Home?" He caught the ball and threw it upwards. "I don't have a home. I have a room. Besides, if I go "home", all I've got to look forward to is sleep and I don't feel like sleeping." He flipped his lighter open and extracted a flame out to burn the paper in his hand before tossing the remains into the the trash can. "I'm bored."
"I just have a room too. Also, I have work to do. What'd you want me to do about it?"
"Fuck work. We've been at it for hours." He frowned and got up from his seat. "What are you doing?"
"Writin' a report for the board about the project in Nigeria." He glanced up at John. "Hour an' a half an' you get to leave all proper."
He sat on Angelo's desk and fiddled with his lighter. "Can't we head out now? Go for a drive somewhere?"
That got him a considering look, which was shortly turned into an assessing one at the report. "Where'd you want to go?"
John grinned, having caught the look. "I don't know. Maybe take a drive to Times Square? We could pick Amanda up? Go have seafood at the Blue Fin?"
"Wellll... I guess I'm close enough to done on this to take off a little bit early." He grinned back. "Blue Fin it is."
"Fucking awesome. Now call your girlfriend and let's get the fuck out of here." John stood up and headed back to his desk to grab his things. "Let's sneak out of the back door in case we bump into Nathan."
"I'd say we don't have to, but you totally just want to sneak anyway, don't you."
"Fuck yeah, Ange. Where's the fun in it if we meet Nathan and he gives us permission to go?"
Angelo snorted. "Always the rebel, Firebug."
***
The crab was difficult to crack open. John frowned as he struggled with the damn thing. "How the fuck am I supposed to enjoy a meal when I can't even fucking eat it?" He stabbed the crab opener into the crab and pushed it away. "Fuck it. I'm ordering something else."
"You're not orderin' somethin' else", Angelo said with a roll of his eyes. "You know how expensive good crab is? An' they'll make you pay for both."
"Then do me the favor and crack it open." He pushed his plate to Angelo before turning his attention on Amanda. "So Mandy, what's been up?"
Amanda had been snickering to herself, using taking a sip of water as a cover. "You two sound like an old married couple," she pointed out, amused. "Same old, same old. Horrible cult murders, trying to figure out how to make my wards Asgardian bitch proof, filing..." She stabbed her fork into a piece of potato, still wishing for ketchup. The waiter had apparently nearly had a stroke when she'd asked for it, to judge from his expression. "How're you pulling up after the whole thing with my dear old fake mother?"
"I'm fine." It was his standard response to being asked that question. For the most part, he just wanted to forget about that whole incident. "Here's hoping you'll find a way to curse that bitch to death. I know I'd do it if I could." He lifted his glass of beer up and took a sip from it.
"An' so say we all", Angelo said grimly, making a toasting gesture before he drank in turn. He let John's assertion of being fine pass without question, whatever he might think about it.
John reached for the menu, deciding that he was going to order something that didn't need peeling or cracking. Prawns was out of the question then. Dammit. "You ever think of just quitting the whole superhero gig and maybe just do, I don't know, normal filing stuff?" He flicked his gaze from the menu to Amanda. "I mean your life is constantly in danger and that's gotta suck. I don't know how you people do it. It's kinda fucking ridiculous."
Amanda considered it. "See, the thing is, my life's been in danger pretty much since I was a kid. I mean, I was stolen from my family when I was two by a fucking black magician. And I tried the normal life thing for a while there, when I was in New Orleans - school, job, flat, the whole deal. I had that, and I still chose to join Pete and Remy and the whole Trenchcoat business." She shrugged. "It needs doing and I'm good at it."
"So basically you're destined for this." John glanced over his shoulder and got the attention of the waiter and ordered himself a plate of fish and chips. It was a kiddy meal but it was something that required zero fuss. Plus, that crab meat of his was still in its shell, no thanks to Angelo. John turned his attention on him. "What's your excuse?"
Angelo shrugged, still picking at the crab claw. "Wouldn't know what to do with normal. I almost went there, a couple times, but I never quite got out. Guess it's the same reason as Amanda, in the end."
"Well, I wouldn't say it's destiny. More... someone has to do it, and I'm willing to. The danger... well, you can get hit by a bus when you walk across the street." She glanced at John. "So, no plans for leather for you any time soon. How's the Elpis thing going?"
"I think Xavier's has got enough people clad in black leather. I'll just stick to the normal 9-5 job and go through the occasional near death moments in some third world country," John snorted out a chuckle. "Plus, my mom thinks I'm completely fucking normal and blindly refuses to accept the fact that I'm a mutant. It's part of the reason why the last time I visited her was a few long months ago and the last time I visited her before that was, well, let's see... three? Four years ago? She thinks I was a pyromaniac and that now, I'm completely cured of my "mental illness". So in the case that I die in some mutant related incident, please tell her that it was a car crash or a successful attempt at suicide and that it was completely fucking normal. I'm sure she'd be happy to hear that." He closed the menu and managed a smirk. "We should definitely think about ordering dessert."
"Check. In case of horrible death, we'll tell your mum you od'd in the middle of an orgy with young Republicans," Amanda snickered, before finishing the last of her fish. She'd refused to eat something with the same number of legs as a bug, as she'd put it. "Or got crushed by a falling piano. No mutant stuff at all. And if they've got fresh raspberry something on that menu, I'm definitely for dessert."
John let out a laugh. "Whatever you want. Dinner's on me."
It was half past three and John was getting restless as hell. Time was passing by at a snail's pace and it was killing him. He'd tried to complete one of his reports but he couldn't seem to concentrate. John rested his foot on the edge of his desk and threw a crunched up paper ball at Angelo.
"Cut it out", Angelo said, picking the ball up and tossing it back in John's general direction without looking up. "You just got back from lunch."
"So?" He leaned forward on his desk, picked the crunched up paper ball and threw it in Angelo's direction again. If it could talk, it would have screamed, 'Look at me!' 'Play with me!'.
"So if you're that bored - " He threw the ball back. " - go home. You're not doin' any work anyway."
"Home?" He caught the ball and threw it upwards. "I don't have a home. I have a room. Besides, if I go "home", all I've got to look forward to is sleep and I don't feel like sleeping." He flipped his lighter open and extracted a flame out to burn the paper in his hand before tossing the remains into the the trash can. "I'm bored."
"I just have a room too. Also, I have work to do. What'd you want me to do about it?"
"Fuck work. We've been at it for hours." He frowned and got up from his seat. "What are you doing?"
"Writin' a report for the board about the project in Nigeria." He glanced up at John. "Hour an' a half an' you get to leave all proper."
He sat on Angelo's desk and fiddled with his lighter. "Can't we head out now? Go for a drive somewhere?"
That got him a considering look, which was shortly turned into an assessing one at the report. "Where'd you want to go?"
John grinned, having caught the look. "I don't know. Maybe take a drive to Times Square? We could pick Amanda up? Go have seafood at the Blue Fin?"
"Wellll... I guess I'm close enough to done on this to take off a little bit early." He grinned back. "Blue Fin it is."
"Fucking awesome. Now call your girlfriend and let's get the fuck out of here." John stood up and headed back to his desk to grab his things. "Let's sneak out of the back door in case we bump into Nathan."
"I'd say we don't have to, but you totally just want to sneak anyway, don't you."
"Fuck yeah, Ange. Where's the fun in it if we meet Nathan and he gives us permission to go?"
Angelo snorted. "Always the rebel, Firebug."
The crab was difficult to crack open. John frowned as he struggled with the damn thing. "How the fuck am I supposed to enjoy a meal when I can't even fucking eat it?" He stabbed the crab opener into the crab and pushed it away. "Fuck it. I'm ordering something else."
"You're not orderin' somethin' else", Angelo said with a roll of his eyes. "You know how expensive good crab is? An' they'll make you pay for both."
"Then do me the favor and crack it open." He pushed his plate to Angelo before turning his attention on Amanda. "So Mandy, what's been up?"
Amanda had been snickering to herself, using taking a sip of water as a cover. "You two sound like an old married couple," she pointed out, amused. "Same old, same old. Horrible cult murders, trying to figure out how to make my wards Asgardian bitch proof, filing..." She stabbed her fork into a piece of potato, still wishing for ketchup. The waiter had apparently nearly had a stroke when she'd asked for it, to judge from his expression. "How're you pulling up after the whole thing with my dear old fake mother?"
"I'm fine." It was his standard response to being asked that question. For the most part, he just wanted to forget about that whole incident. "Here's hoping you'll find a way to curse that bitch to death. I know I'd do it if I could." He lifted his glass of beer up and took a sip from it.
"An' so say we all", Angelo said grimly, making a toasting gesture before he drank in turn. He let John's assertion of being fine pass without question, whatever he might think about it.
John reached for the menu, deciding that he was going to order something that didn't need peeling or cracking. Prawns was out of the question then. Dammit. "You ever think of just quitting the whole superhero gig and maybe just do, I don't know, normal filing stuff?" He flicked his gaze from the menu to Amanda. "I mean your life is constantly in danger and that's gotta suck. I don't know how you people do it. It's kinda fucking ridiculous."
Amanda considered it. "See, the thing is, my life's been in danger pretty much since I was a kid. I mean, I was stolen from my family when I was two by a fucking black magician. And I tried the normal life thing for a while there, when I was in New Orleans - school, job, flat, the whole deal. I had that, and I still chose to join Pete and Remy and the whole Trenchcoat business." She shrugged. "It needs doing and I'm good at it."
"So basically you're destined for this." John glanced over his shoulder and got the attention of the waiter and ordered himself a plate of fish and chips. It was a kiddy meal but it was something that required zero fuss. Plus, that crab meat of his was still in its shell, no thanks to Angelo. John turned his attention on him. "What's your excuse?"
Angelo shrugged, still picking at the crab claw. "Wouldn't know what to do with normal. I almost went there, a couple times, but I never quite got out. Guess it's the same reason as Amanda, in the end."
"Well, I wouldn't say it's destiny. More... someone has to do it, and I'm willing to. The danger... well, you can get hit by a bus when you walk across the street." She glanced at John. "So, no plans for leather for you any time soon. How's the Elpis thing going?"
"I think Xavier's has got enough people clad in black leather. I'll just stick to the normal 9-5 job and go through the occasional near death moments in some third world country," John snorted out a chuckle. "Plus, my mom thinks I'm completely fucking normal and blindly refuses to accept the fact that I'm a mutant. It's part of the reason why the last time I visited her was a few long months ago and the last time I visited her before that was, well, let's see... three? Four years ago? She thinks I was a pyromaniac and that now, I'm completely cured of my "mental illness". So in the case that I die in some mutant related incident, please tell her that it was a car crash or a successful attempt at suicide and that it was completely fucking normal. I'm sure she'd be happy to hear that." He closed the menu and managed a smirk. "We should definitely think about ordering dessert."
"Check. In case of horrible death, we'll tell your mum you od'd in the middle of an orgy with young Republicans," Amanda snickered, before finishing the last of her fish. She'd refused to eat something with the same number of legs as a bug, as she'd put it. "Or got crushed by a falling piano. No mutant stuff at all. And if they've got fresh raspberry something on that menu, I'm definitely for dessert."
John let out a laugh. "Whatever you want. Dinner's on me."
