Wanda and a number of the Jr. Trench Coats (Backdated to last Tuesday)

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Upon hearing of Wanda's return, one by one some of the Jr. Trench Coats drift into the apartment to welcome her back and claim their gifts. Much to Marie-Ange's chagrin.



The place was messier than normal but another person might not have realized that. Wanda was too exhausted from her mad dash through Russia, and subsequent return, to be bothered with unpacking just yet. She'd done the important things - let everyone know she was back, made sure the package to Emma was intact and showered. Everything else could wait a bit.

Especially since she knew that she would not be alone for much longer. By all accounts, Amanda was on her way so in the meantime, Wanda had donned a robe to be polite and opened a bottle of red to wait.

The knock at Wanda's door was expected - the person at it, less so -instead of short and blonde and wearing the most beloved pair of Doc Martins in the world, the woman at the door was tall and red-haired and in shoes that were -not- Doc Martins, or in fact anything even close to like Doc Martins. Marie-Ange had the usual 'offerings', of good carry-out food, but an unusually pensive expression. "I promise there is not a single thing in this bag that is from anywhere geographically close to Russia." She said, by way of greeting.

Wanda didn't answer right away but that was because she was far too busy sniffing the air as she ushered Marie-Ange inside. "I smell ... did you bring me Greek food?" she asked, sighing in delight as she took a bag in her free hand. "Oh you marvelous girl, you did. For that alone, I grant you entry. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the food over there but a month solid of it and sometimes without the ability to find a decent place to eat?"

"I got Doug to call the order in." Which was all the explanation Marie-Ange needed to give as to the quality and quantity of the food. "I remembered the food the last time I was in Russia, and that and Doug's complaints about it when he and Forge were there, and you have been gone for a month. It was this or I was afraid you might try to cook and eat Jubilee, and she is really too skinny for that." In fact, feeding Jubilee was -also- on the regular to do list. "Also I think Remy might be upset if you ate her. Maybe."

"At the very least, he'd make me go replace her and where on earth would I find a second Jubilation Lee?" Wanda asked as she tightened her robe while walking into the kitchen to retrieve plates and utensils. They would probably wind up eating on the couch anyway but she hadn't used them in a month, so it was hard to pass up. "No, I think our newest member will remain uneaten for the time being."

She paused in thought. "Wine or should I bring out your gift so we can open and drink during dinner?"

"Gift and I can pour?" Marie-Ange suggested. "I.. oh, I should thank you. There was advice that you gave, I think when Doug and I were still broken up and being quite stupid?" She was not blushing -much. "Oh, and yes, please, I think if we had to replace Jubilee, we might find someone -louder-, and that is terrifying."

Of course, being in Russia, Wanda had brought a rather surprising amount of vodka but she'd picked something a little different for Marie-Ange. It was a bit sweeter, a bit smoother, than some of the others she'd brought back as gifts. She brought it over and quirked an eyebrow at her younger coworker.

"You'll have to refresh my memory," she said after a moment with a small smile. "I believe I said a great many things, among them potentially locking you two in a closet." Wanda cleared her throat as she handed over the bottle of vodka, just now hearing how her accent had thickened on her travels. More so than normal.

"It was.. something like that." Marie-Ange answered. "I think you had suggested that we perhaps, 'get over ourselves' and just have sex? And .. well, perhaps not quite like that, because it is not as though Doug and I are not, but ... " She covered her face with one hand and waved the other vaguely in the air. "Norway. Distraction curse. Doug and a frozen banana. I.. got over myself."

On the tail end of her words, amused laughter spilled out of Wanda and she quickly covered her mouth but to no avail. "I am not laughing at you, Marie-Ange," she reassured after a moment. "But, oh, dear. No wonder you managed to beat Amanda here. The vodka was an apt gift, I think." She ushered them to the couch with the food and drink, letting Marie-Ange pour when they were seated. "So. Shall I assume that at least you didn't do anything to Doug with the frozen banana?"

It had been impossible to resist. So she hadn't even tried.

Marie-Ange's eyes went wide, and then wider still when she realized just what Wanda was implying. "Oh no! God no!" She flailed her hands a bit and shook her head. "No, no, just... well, it seemed to me that if my -boyfriend- had no problems with fellatio while he was a woman, then I should have no problems with it myself."

And naturally it was at that precise moment that Doug entered Wanda's apartment. It was good that he didn't yet have a glass in his hand, because he likely would have spewed its contents across the room. His cheeks reddened, but he cleared his throat and asked "Is this an estrogen-only session, or can my Y chromosome stay?"

"Feel free to bring your Y chromosome to the party," Wanda reassured him as she laughed under her breath. "Fetch yourself a glass because after walking in on that, I think you're going to need it." While he wandered around her kitchen, she dug into her food with a happy sigh; Doug always did have good judgment when it came to food and she shouldn't have been surprised that he had shown up quite so soon.

"So. The joys of fellatio, hmm?"

"Do you have to say it just like that?" Marie-Ange asked, covering her face with one hand and peering through her fingers. "Not that..." she started. "Not that I want you to say it in any other possibly even more direct way." And despite her embarrassment, she giggled a little and scooted over on the larger of Wanda's sofas so that Doug could sit next to her.

Wanda counted at least ten different ways she could have said that but most of them were in other languages and Doug would have still understood. She decided that it would be prudent to prevent either of her guests from bursting into flames of embarrassment. "So you have cultists to thank for you taking the next step in your sexuality and partnership?" she asked after a moment of thought. "No wonder you were so interested in who I had been spending time with."

There was a long pause. "Not that I need any help in progressing in my sexuality..."

Doug shook his head at Wanda's frankness. He blushed slightly, and wondered if he'd ever get over his slight embarrassment about sex. He'd come quite a ways from the love potion, though. Back then, he wouldn't have even been able to think, much less find something to shoot back at Wanda.

"So, are you going to make those choo-choo train noises for me, Wanda?" he asked impishly as he sat next to Marie-Ange.

"Young man, I have just spent an entire month with a grabby dwarf, infrequent showers and the constant headache of trying to find one Russian mage who had no desire to be found. I have absolutely no idea if I could turn you into a duck but I would be willing to convince Amanda to do some hocus pocus around you and put a whammy on it with my powers just to see if I could." She smiled. "What is it that Forge says? Oh. Yes. For the good of science, of course."

"Science! It works, bitches!" Doug quoted with a smirk. He didn't even manage to get all the way through quoting before Marie-Ange's fingers snuck up under his arm and pinched him in the side. His smirk didn't shift as his hand darted down to pinch Marie-Ange back on the leg.

Marie-Ange was torn between trying to get Wanda to make train noises, just because the older woman deserved some teasing, and being slightly worried that Wanda -could- turn someone into a duck. It was completely ludicrous, which meant that it was probably well within things that could happen around Wanda. So she remained quiet, except for a meep when Doug pinched her, and then a polite "excuse me." as she tickled him under the ribs.

"Children," Wanda started before she heard noise at her door and she turned on the arm of her couch, looking over her shoulder to see who it was this time. "At this rate, I just might have to put pants on..."

"Boss Lady!" Wanda barely had a chance to move before the door was flung open and the previously-awaited blonde witch catapulted in and bounced onto the couch to engulf Wanda in a hug. "Miss me?" she said, before realising they weren't actually alone. "Oh, hey there. Please tell me we're finished with the talking part and there's drinking now?"

Perhaps it would have been wise to put on pants earlier, Wanda mused as she slightly disentangled herself from Amanda. "I missed you horribly. You smell far better than most of the people I have been dealing with over the entire course of September." At the moment, it was a high compliment indeed. "Well, I was horribly embarrassing these two and threatening to turn Doug into a duck but I think all of that means it is time for drinking."

"Hooray drinking! Hooray Wanda!" Mark was in just a few steps behind Amanda, and not a second after Wanda peeled the witch off her he took his hug. "Hooray oral sex, too! If I heard y'all correctly from down the hall."

"Would anyone else like to celebrate that Doug got a blowjob from me, or are we done?" Marie-Ange asked wryly, and then drained the entire glass of wine that Wanda had poured for her earlier. And maybe that was just a little on the nose, but did -everyone- know? "Maybe we can go around the room and... no, no, we should not go around the room and share, on second thought. Please forget I said that."

"Well, if everyone else gets to know about -my- sex life, -I- think it's only fair that I get to hear about everyone else's," Doug said, pouting slightly. He'd been drinking wine nearly as much as Marie-Ange, but hadn't had to fall back on sarcasm like she had.

Wanda spread her hands as her couches suddenly filled up. "The last time I tried, darling, you almost stuck your fingers in your ears and went 'la la la', so I think I shall pass. Besides, this can only be laid at your feet – for one, I did not start the conversation on oral sex, someone else did." She had Amanda pass her the bag that had the rest of the gifts in it. Most of it was filled with vodka or drink of some sort but she'd purchased other things as well and not all of it would get her friends drunk.

Just most of it.

"Did I hear someone talking about sex?" Jubilee asked, considering the amount of voices she'd heard out in the hall, she hadn't bothered to knock as she entered Wanda's apartment. "And without me involved too. I am shocked, nay, appalled at all of you. For this, none of you get any of the schnapps I brought with."

"Are you sure I cannot give her to the midget?" Wanda asked dryly, still accepting a quick hug from the motormouth of the group. "I'm not sure who would survive that encounter, actually. And why on earth are you carrying around schnapps? Wait. No, don't answer that. Add it to the table. Mark could you - you know where my drinking glasses are. Of course you do."

"Because you never know when a party might start? We're just prepared for all eventualities, is all," Amanda replied cheerfully, unwrapping herself from Wanda and getting up to help Mark get glasses. "Anyone got any food? Nibbly stuff?"

"I have a munchies stash," volunteered Mark, "But it's all the way in my apartment. And conversation is too disgusting I mean wonderful to miss." He took a spot next to Wanda, sidling between her and a shocked Marie-Ange. "I haven't had a drop to drink since April. Fill me up, prease."

"Wanda is -eating- all the food." Marie-Ange said, while poking Mark and quite maturely sticking her tongue out at him once she was done speaking. "We should call for more food. Because ... ... because we should." Because if there was food, people might not keep talking about her sex life. It was supposed to be just her telling Wanda, because Wanda had made those comments, not everyone discussing it! Although it did neatly divert the conversation from other things that Marie-Ange had been not talking about for months.

"I can handle the calling for more food," Doug told the group. "Between the places that keep telling me 'you're so skinny', and the ones that say 'you're such a good boy', I suspect we'll probably be swimming in food in half an hour or so." He fished his cell phone out of one pocket and headed off to near Wanda's bedroom, away from the noise of the group.

“You might want to make the call in the kitchen,” Wanda said dryly as she intercepted him. “Pants first for me, call for food comes second.” The door closed with a soft bang but then was opened up immediately after. “If anything looks like it costs more than your salary, feel free to taste but do not drink copious amounts of it. Those are for my liquor cabinet. Now try and behave and I’ll be out in a second.”