xp_logs | Monet+Clarice Log - Off to celebratory drinks! (Reply)

OOC: Backdated to Saturday because I'm the idiot who forgot to post it and then spent a week wandering what it was she'd forgotten to do.

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"Dude! Dude! Dude! Guess what?" Monet called, as she entered her and Clarice's suite, still grinning madly.

"You...shot the sheriff but did not shoot the deputy?" Clarice asked, sprawled out on the couch watching a movie on her laptop. She hit the mute button, more interested in what her suitemate was saying than the movie.

"Better, actually," Monet said, settling down cross-legged in mid air. "I graduated."

Incomprehension was obvious, "From...where?" she wasn't done with university, Clarice was certain. There wasn't enough discussion of how to wear her hair with the mortarboard and what shoes to wear. Therefore..."You mean you've got your blacks," she said, realization dawning.

"Yep! It's awesome, isn't it?" Monet waved her arms enough to tilt herself upside down, where she continued to grin at Clarice while playing with the edge of the rug.

Only at Xavier's, "It's about damn time is what it is!" Clarice cried, getting up and pushing lightly at Monet to turn over so she could hug her properly. "Pick a new name yet?"

Only at Xavier's, "It's about damn time is what it is!" Clarice cried, getting up and pushing lightly at Monet to turn over so she could hug her properly. "Pick a new name yet?"

Monet narrowly avoided hitting Clarice on the head as she came back around and hugged her. "I'm thinking M, maybe? It's all...mysterious. Also, that way, I won't get confused or anything.

"You are so lame!" Clarice laughed and danced randomly, but the nom de guerre did suit Monet. "You could be the X-Man formerly known as Money," she suggested, joking.

"Dude. That's like, the crappest name ever. You suck at this."

"Well, duh! I LIKED my trainee name," by long standing tradition, trainee names were chosen by the more senior members and were supposed to be pretty horrible. Clarice's had been notoriously bad...and worse yet, she hadn't wanted to change it when she became a full member of the team. There was something to be said both for her and for that name.

"Which is why you're not ever allowed to comment on anyone else's name. Ever." Because if Clarice was in charge, Monet would probably end up being called oh, 'strong sparkly pony-poo' or something. She said as much.

Feigning indignation, Clarice gasped, "Uh! As if!" she tossed her hair for emphasis before relaxing, "I would never call you pony-poo. It'd be 'strong sparkly fashion diva' or something." Or hot stuff, but they weren't talking about that.

"That's a relief. But I'm still going to be called M, not whatever it was."

Still. Lame. M. It's a letter, not a code name! Whatever, we should celebrate! Choose a country that'll let me drink and we'll go," stupid birthday wasn't for another few weeks. Soon, soon she would be 21. Until then, there was Canada or England or France or...well, a LOT of other countries with more reasonable drinking laws.

"How about Thailand? They do these great little cocktails in this one bar in Phuket..." Monet dropped her feet to the ground and grabbed her handbag. Holding her arm out to Clarice, she smiled. "Shall we?"

Thailand works," Clarice let go of Monet to get some shoes and her own purse, then paused to check the weather on her computer. Oh, she was dressed fine. "Let's go!"