Jennie and Bishop - Tuesday Evening
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xp_logsJennie and Bishop get a drink. For reals, yo.
The bouncer frowned a little at Jennie's fake id, and looked back at her, and Jennie only raised her eyebrows innocently. When trying to pass off a fake id, it was best to act like you we're trying to get away with passing off a fake id. She was finding that NYC was hit or miss some days. Salem Center was always way more gullible. Finally the bouncer sighed and handed it back to Jennie before turning to the man standing next to her.
Bishop had his ID out and held up so it could be seen. Because he worked in NYC for so long, and had made so many contacts (particularly with people likely to have to call the police) , he found it easy to get in to place that were a bit more exclusive then the average bar or club. Although he was out of the loop a little bit now he still knew quite a few people and, though nothing was said, he liked to think that got them through the door this time. Once they were well on the way to their table he looked down to Jennie. "Does the cute and innocent look usually work for you?" He said jokingly.
"Always," Jennie said cheerfully. As if someone with as many tattoos as her could come off as cute and innocent.
Bishop laughed at her response delivery, heading to a table with her and sitting across from her. "What are you drinking?" He found that some women didn't care for having their chairs pulled out for them and he guessed she'd be one. He'd never had a complaint about buying the drinks, though. He had offered the trip also, so it was polite to pay.
Jennie slid into the table provided and tapped her chin thoughtfully. Then she motioned like she was weighing things between two hands. "Beer," she said decisively. "Newcastle, if you please."
With her order he was off to the bar, getting her Newcastle and himself a glass of Makers. He came back and placed her drink in front of her before sitting. "I imagine with the time you spend at Snow Valley you had to get good at the bar scene." Bishop said with a slight smirk. It seemed like every time he was out it was at a bar.
Jennie laughed an accepted her drink. "Nah, with Wanda we mostly scour the eateries, since our powers require fueling. Bars and clubs and I do in my off-time. I've had my fake since I was 16. I'm probably going to have to disappear for 6 months before I'm 21 otherwise people will get very suspicious."
"I don't think they can arrest you for having used a fake ID but only for possessing one. All they'd really be able to do would be kick themselves in the ass for falling for it." There were lots of situations like that in Bishop's experience, where laws made things illegal in a round-about way that left big openings. "I can't really imagine Wanda out at a club; but the first time I met her she went straight for sparring." He shrugged.
"Oh, Wanda at a club is a wonder and sigh to behold. Seriously. Ask her to bust out the leather pants sometime," Jennie said, laughing.
"I might have to, but after her first impression I'm not sure what would happen if I asked her to get into leather pants." Bishop laughed with her, smiling and enjoying himself as he took a drink.
Jennie snorted into her glass. "Seriously, Wanda will put on leather pants for nearly any occasion. I heard a rumor when she was back at the mansion she wore them when all of her laundry was dirty."
Bishop smirked. "I bet it's because she got back, so I heard." He said teasingly to Jennie. That first impression stuck with him more then any of the other from when he started running with the mutant circle. With how removed he managed to stay from everything it pulled him in. It was the first time he remembered laughing in the office.
Jennie grinned and shook her head. "We sing that when we get punch drunk in training. You should see Kyle trying to do the bohemian rhapsody. Some days I think Fearless Leader wonders what he got himself into."
"I'll have to round all of you up and take you out. It sounds like fun. I could imagine having some drinks and watching you three sing." Bishop smiled at the thought of some drunk singing to hang over the heads of co-workers and mansion residents.
"Ah, yes," Jennie smiled. "Kyle doesn't drink. Or, as far as I know he doesn't." Quite frankly the thought was vaguely terrifying. "Also, none of us have any shame, so just be prepared."
"After being warned about the journals and not taking it seriously I will be. I've found out nothing escapes the watchful eye of this circle if it comes up there." Someone he had never met knew who he was and connected what was going on already. It didn't take insane levels of investigative skill to do so but he figured a single comment would probably get overlooked.
"Yeah, seriously, one wrong comment and all of the sudden it's 'batten down the hatches!' and 'here come the flames!'" Jennie took another sip of her beer. "Some days I bait people on purpose. It's something of a social experiment. I could almost play a drinking game to it. I say something that could be considered 'tasteless,'" Jennie used her fingers as quotes, "I get bitched out, someone agrees with me and bitches out the other person, and someone jumps to their defense, Kyle and Laurie get into it, Marius tells me I'm being too big of a bitch, yadda yadda yadda."
"I've noticed you're a hub for attention on the internet. I had to see if it was the same in person once I noticed." Bishop smiled, almost laughing with how she spoke about it but that just showed enjoyment. Some people went their entire lives without being animated about anything and lately he was afraid he'd become one of those people. She didn't seem like she ever could be and he respected that.
"Yeah, well, I get bored easy," Jennie waved a hand. "It's something of a problem. I've been too frigging emo, and I haven't been making the little monkeys dance for me lately. It's time to change all of that."
"What are you going to do to shake things back up?" Bishop laughed a little at the idea, as if recently she had been keeping things dull. He wondered what wild and exciting was going to be like.
"I dunno, it's something I can only do when the mood strikes me," Jennie inspected her fingernails primly. "Ask our boys about the time I caught them stealing our underwear and left them all duct taped to the wall in lingerie..."
Bishop laughed at the thought for a moment "That's almost too cruel... almost." He grinned and finished off his drink, setting it at the edge of the table so he'd be brought another. "I'll keep an eye out to see how it goes. I'm sure it will be all over the journals."
"Along with the usual mayhem, explosions, screaming, someone'll get chucked in the lake," Jennie shrugged. "Seriously, y'all miss all the fun in the city."
"I'm getting that impression. I don't do much more then work except when I train with Scott at the mansion on Saturdays. I get to be a middle-man to the local police sometimes too. It's all real tedious." Bishop found himself missing how close units were and the things they did together when he was on the force. The mansion sounded more like that then where he was but that was the price of progress.
"So you still technically with la policia or what? 'Cause I know how you guys are all about secrecy," Jennie took another drink. And for people who were concerned about secrecy, some of them sure were horrible about it. But Bishop had come out of nowhere, and Jennie was genuinely curious about the man. Mostly how he ended up at Torchwood.
"I'm not, really. I'm a liaison between the police and the mutant community. I still do some contract work with them but I don't carry a badge or an issued pistol." Bishop shrugged. He knew there wasn't much about him out and he liked that a little bit.
Jennie nodded. That seemed easy enough. None of this 'blah blah blah spycakes' stuff. "So you going to be sticking around for a while? It's always nice to see a friendly face whenever I head over to SV for training."
"It seems I'll be where I am for a while. I can't imagine I'd be the only friendly face over there though." Bishop caught something in her phrasing. Not 'another friendly face' but just one, it struck him as odd. He would expect that, if she trained there, she'd have some friends there.
"Oh yeah, I get along great with most of the people over there," Jennie said smoothly. Except for certain people. "Since you know, I actually went to school with some of them."
"I'll have to make sure I get some good stories about your school days next time it comes up." Bishop finished up his last drink. At least, the last drink he was having in public. "Never know when information like that might come in handy." He smirked jokingly.
It was a testament to Jennie's control that she did not start choking. "Enh. I have a colorful past," she said airly. "How about I tell you the nasty details myself?" This way, it would be her story to control and not the other way around.
"I'd like that too." Bishop never quite got out of the habit of checking on people and he'd probably still check around about Jennie a bit but he decided he'd try and resist as much as possible. It would give him a reason to spend more time with her as well and that was what he wanted at the moment.
The bouncer frowned a little at Jennie's fake id, and looked back at her, and Jennie only raised her eyebrows innocently. When trying to pass off a fake id, it was best to act like you we're trying to get away with passing off a fake id. She was finding that NYC was hit or miss some days. Salem Center was always way more gullible. Finally the bouncer sighed and handed it back to Jennie before turning to the man standing next to her.
Bishop had his ID out and held up so it could be seen. Because he worked in NYC for so long, and had made so many contacts (particularly with people likely to have to call the police) , he found it easy to get in to place that were a bit more exclusive then the average bar or club. Although he was out of the loop a little bit now he still knew quite a few people and, though nothing was said, he liked to think that got them through the door this time. Once they were well on the way to their table he looked down to Jennie. "Does the cute and innocent look usually work for you?" He said jokingly.
"Always," Jennie said cheerfully. As if someone with as many tattoos as her could come off as cute and innocent.
Bishop laughed at her response delivery, heading to a table with her and sitting across from her. "What are you drinking?" He found that some women didn't care for having their chairs pulled out for them and he guessed she'd be one. He'd never had a complaint about buying the drinks, though. He had offered the trip also, so it was polite to pay.
Jennie slid into the table provided and tapped her chin thoughtfully. Then she motioned like she was weighing things between two hands. "Beer," she said decisively. "Newcastle, if you please."
With her order he was off to the bar, getting her Newcastle and himself a glass of Makers. He came back and placed her drink in front of her before sitting. "I imagine with the time you spend at Snow Valley you had to get good at the bar scene." Bishop said with a slight smirk. It seemed like every time he was out it was at a bar.
Jennie laughed an accepted her drink. "Nah, with Wanda we mostly scour the eateries, since our powers require fueling. Bars and clubs and I do in my off-time. I've had my fake since I was 16. I'm probably going to have to disappear for 6 months before I'm 21 otherwise people will get very suspicious."
"I don't think they can arrest you for having used a fake ID but only for possessing one. All they'd really be able to do would be kick themselves in the ass for falling for it." There were lots of situations like that in Bishop's experience, where laws made things illegal in a round-about way that left big openings. "I can't really imagine Wanda out at a club; but the first time I met her she went straight for sparring." He shrugged.
"Oh, Wanda at a club is a wonder and sigh to behold. Seriously. Ask her to bust out the leather pants sometime," Jennie said, laughing.
"I might have to, but after her first impression I'm not sure what would happen if I asked her to get into leather pants." Bishop laughed with her, smiling and enjoying himself as he took a drink.
Jennie snorted into her glass. "Seriously, Wanda will put on leather pants for nearly any occasion. I heard a rumor when she was back at the mansion she wore them when all of her laundry was dirty."
Bishop smirked. "I bet it's because she got back, so I heard." He said teasingly to Jennie. That first impression stuck with him more then any of the other from when he started running with the mutant circle. With how removed he managed to stay from everything it pulled him in. It was the first time he remembered laughing in the office.
Jennie grinned and shook her head. "We sing that when we get punch drunk in training. You should see Kyle trying to do the bohemian rhapsody. Some days I think Fearless Leader wonders what he got himself into."
"I'll have to round all of you up and take you out. It sounds like fun. I could imagine having some drinks and watching you three sing." Bishop smiled at the thought of some drunk singing to hang over the heads of co-workers and mansion residents.
"Ah, yes," Jennie smiled. "Kyle doesn't drink. Or, as far as I know he doesn't." Quite frankly the thought was vaguely terrifying. "Also, none of us have any shame, so just be prepared."
"After being warned about the journals and not taking it seriously I will be. I've found out nothing escapes the watchful eye of this circle if it comes up there." Someone he had never met knew who he was and connected what was going on already. It didn't take insane levels of investigative skill to do so but he figured a single comment would probably get overlooked.
"Yeah, seriously, one wrong comment and all of the sudden it's 'batten down the hatches!' and 'here come the flames!'" Jennie took another sip of her beer. "Some days I bait people on purpose. It's something of a social experiment. I could almost play a drinking game to it. I say something that could be considered 'tasteless,'" Jennie used her fingers as quotes, "I get bitched out, someone agrees with me and bitches out the other person, and someone jumps to their defense, Kyle and Laurie get into it, Marius tells me I'm being too big of a bitch, yadda yadda yadda."
"I've noticed you're a hub for attention on the internet. I had to see if it was the same in person once I noticed." Bishop smiled, almost laughing with how she spoke about it but that just showed enjoyment. Some people went their entire lives without being animated about anything and lately he was afraid he'd become one of those people. She didn't seem like she ever could be and he respected that.
"Yeah, well, I get bored easy," Jennie waved a hand. "It's something of a problem. I've been too frigging emo, and I haven't been making the little monkeys dance for me lately. It's time to change all of that."
"What are you going to do to shake things back up?" Bishop laughed a little at the idea, as if recently she had been keeping things dull. He wondered what wild and exciting was going to be like.
"I dunno, it's something I can only do when the mood strikes me," Jennie inspected her fingernails primly. "Ask our boys about the time I caught them stealing our underwear and left them all duct taped to the wall in lingerie..."
Bishop laughed at the thought for a moment "That's almost too cruel... almost." He grinned and finished off his drink, setting it at the edge of the table so he'd be brought another. "I'll keep an eye out to see how it goes. I'm sure it will be all over the journals."
"Along with the usual mayhem, explosions, screaming, someone'll get chucked in the lake," Jennie shrugged. "Seriously, y'all miss all the fun in the city."
"I'm getting that impression. I don't do much more then work except when I train with Scott at the mansion on Saturdays. I get to be a middle-man to the local police sometimes too. It's all real tedious." Bishop found himself missing how close units were and the things they did together when he was on the force. The mansion sounded more like that then where he was but that was the price of progress.
"So you still technically with la policia or what? 'Cause I know how you guys are all about secrecy," Jennie took another drink. And for people who were concerned about secrecy, some of them sure were horrible about it. But Bishop had come out of nowhere, and Jennie was genuinely curious about the man. Mostly how he ended up at Torchwood.
"I'm not, really. I'm a liaison between the police and the mutant community. I still do some contract work with them but I don't carry a badge or an issued pistol." Bishop shrugged. He knew there wasn't much about him out and he liked that a little bit.
Jennie nodded. That seemed easy enough. None of this 'blah blah blah spycakes' stuff. "So you going to be sticking around for a while? It's always nice to see a friendly face whenever I head over to SV for training."
"It seems I'll be where I am for a while. I can't imagine I'd be the only friendly face over there though." Bishop caught something in her phrasing. Not 'another friendly face' but just one, it struck him as odd. He would expect that, if she trained there, she'd have some friends there.
"Oh yeah, I get along great with most of the people over there," Jennie said smoothly. Except for certain people. "Since you know, I actually went to school with some of them."
"I'll have to make sure I get some good stories about your school days next time it comes up." Bishop finished up his last drink. At least, the last drink he was having in public. "Never know when information like that might come in handy." He smirked jokingly.
It was a testament to Jennie's control that she did not start choking. "Enh. I have a colorful past," she said airly. "How about I tell you the nasty details myself?" This way, it would be her story to control and not the other way around.
"I'd like that too." Bishop never quite got out of the habit of checking on people and he'd probably still check around about Jennie a bit but he decided he'd try and resist as much as possible. It would give him a reason to spend more time with her as well and that was what he wanted at the moment.
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