Adrienne, Jubilee and Jake - Thursday night Stonuts

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Jake drags Adrienne and Jubilee out for stonuts at Baked. Nothing good comes of it, of course.

(Backdated to extremely late Thursday night/extremely early Friday morning. I blame the stonuts.)



Jake walked absentmindedly down the stairs of the Brownstone, thumbing through the address book on his phone until he got to the Fs. He glanced up as he reached the ground floor, then turned and headed for one of the apartments. He pushed the 'send' button on his phone and brought it up to his ear as he reached his destination, then banged on the door in front of him.

Plan in motion. Now the question was, who would answer first?

Adrienne couldn't sleep, and answered the phone on the first ring, delighted with Jake's invitation to go out for donuts despite the late hour. She eagerly agreed to meet Jake and Jubilee- if he managed to recruit her for the outing- at Baked.

Jubilee had been sleeping on her couch, and the look she gave Jake as she answered her door was somewhat bleary eyed to say the least.

"Dude, like, totally cuttin' into my beauty sleep here," she noted, giving his cheerful grin a small glare before she started to walk back into her apartment, leaving the door open behind her. "What did you need?"

"Stonuts," Jake told her. "We have to introduce Adrienne to the seedy late-night underbelly of the bakery world." He spoke back into the phone, giving Adrienne quick directions, then hung up and grinned at Jubilee again. "You're coming. I'm buying."

Despite the hour, there was a relaxed hum of activity at the all-night bakery. Jake looked at the display case as if it held the Crown Jewels. "They've been experimenting," he murmured. "I think I have to try the malted milk cake."

Adrienne ordered a stonut and eyed the Bourbon Chocolate Pecan Pie and the malted milk cake suspiciously. "I think I may need to try some of that cake as well. As long as there are no drugs in it," she added, wondering if she should have told Jake and Jubilee that she'd once spent a month in rehabilitation for drug use during her modeling days, and was fairly certain she wasn't supposed to have anything to do with them at all. She had to try a stonut, but would definitely limit herself to just the one donut.

Jake raised one eyebrow at her--was she serious?--then laughed. "I'm pretty sure you have to pay extra for that." Not that he thought anyone would take any of the three of them seriously if they asked.

"Wait!" Adrienne leaned in close to them, confused. "You mean there's not really drugs in these?"

Jubilee had been quiet till that point, still half asleep as she waited for her coffee to be delivered into her eagerly awaiting hands. "No, no drugs. They'd get shut down by the cops in like, seconds," she noted, peering at the baked goods on display. "I think I might have the Hellabun today."

"What a gyp!" the psychometrist grumbled. "I vote we steal Emma's jet and go to Amsterdam. What's a Hellabun?"

"That's a hellabun," Jubilee said, pointing to a deep chocolate scroll that had a sprinkling of what looked to be cinnamon on it. "It's dark chocolate, jalapeño peppers and cinnamon combined. It's like, the most awesomest thing ever, and I totally need to bring some to Doug at some stage."

"Buy two," Jake suggested absently, leaning over to inspect the peanut butter croissants. "We can hold them up to Adrienne's ears and make her look like Princess Leia."

Looking skeptically at the hellabun after Jubilee had mentioned chocolate and jalapeño peppers, Adrienne stuck her tongue out at Jake. Yes, it was childish, but they were buying chocolate-covered pastries late at night from a place that had garnered its reputation on something called a 'stonut'- some degree of immaturity was going to be expected, right? "Jubilee would make a far better Princess Leia than I would," she stated. "And I bet you could pull off Jabba if you really tried." She wondered if he could really stretch his body that much, but it was an odd thought and Adrienne quashed it as the counter attendant gave her a coffee, bourbon chocolate pecan pie, a stonut, and a hellabun. "My inner model is trying to club me to death right now."

"You could always pretend you're an energy manipulator and it's just fuel for the fire," Jubilee noted, mouth already half full of hellabun. "Or, you know, like feed it to Jake and I."

Jake stole a piece of hellabun, popping it in his mouth before Jubilee could steal it back. "I don't think anyone wants to see me try to be Jabba the Hut," he said with a mock shudder. "Besides, I'd be a much better Han Solo."

"Does that make Jubilee your Chewbacca?"

Jubilee made a rather reasonable approximation of Chewbacca's signature howl, grinning at the other patrons whose attention this attracted.

"Thankyou, I'm like, here all week."

Jake looked hopefully at Adrienne. "Please tell me you still have a gold bikini from your modeling days?"

"There may have been an unfortunate gold bikini phase in my past, I'm sad to admit. God, you guys are depressing me," Adrienne whined. "Now I'm getting ideas about doing this Star Wars photo shoot for my mutant models charity calendar, and Jake's already said he can't participate!"

"I know a guy who might make a good Jabba the Hut, though," Jake mused. "Unless he's back on drugs again." He took a bite of his cake, chewing thoughtfully as he gave Adrienne a once-over. "I don't think there's any way a gold bikini could be considered unfortunate on you. You would rock the Princess Leia look."

"Have to agree here," Jubilee noted, using her fork to steal a bite of Jake's cake. Hah! Take that, stealer of donuts. "You would look totally hot in the whole gold bikini thing, like, Bond girl to the max."

"Stoppit, both of you," Adrienne commanded. "I'm not dressing up as Princess Leia or a Bond girl if Jake won't participate. So give it up. How can I I bribe, beat, or blackmail you into participating, by the way?" she asked Jubilee.

"Sorry, but Remy would like, literally kill me if I did something stupid like getting my face plastered all over a mutant calendar," Jubilee noted with a grin, before chewing on the bite of cake she'd just taken. "It'd be impossible to do all the hella sneaky shit we've got to do."

The psychometrist nodded in understanding. "He would, wouldn't he. Fine. You're off the hook. But no gold bikini, then. Luckily, I have plenty of live dolls to play dress-up with at the mansion without the Trenchcoats." She grinned diabolically. "If there's anyone you hate and would like to humiliate, feel free to give me costume ideas," she joked. The plan for the calendar was still merely a plan- Adrienne wasn't even sure she wanted to use costumes- so she was open to anything at this point.

"You should totally convince the guys to do Calvin Klein boxer brief type photo shoots," Jubilee noted, pulling a small bite from the Hellabun and consuming it whole. "Jean-Paul alone would sell you out of calendars in seconds."

"He may have vetoed underwear, unfortunately," Adrienne responded with a sad pout. She couldn't really remember- it had been months ago. "But I may have convinced him to wear Armani, which is nearly as good, n'est pas? Or to do one of those milk moustache type ads. And I'm certain I can get some other fine male mansionites into Calvin Klein boxers. Especially if you Trenchcoats dig up some blackmail info for me on some people?"

"Blackmail we can do," Jake said, lunging for a conversational topic that wasn't Jean-Paul. "We're very good at that. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Every male at the mansion?" Adrienne suggested hopefully. "Nathan, Sam Guthrie, Kurt, Scott, Manuel..." she trailed off and demolished her donut with relish, imagining the possibilities. "And all of the women. I'm thinking about focusing on visible mutations, but pretty faces sell more, of course."

Jake skewered a forkful of bourbon chocolate pecan pie. "So what are you going to do, just put the pictures in a magazine?"

"Hey!" Adrienne tried to cover her pie with her hands, but Jake was too swift for her. "Calendar," she corrected. "For charity. All proceeds going to that shelter in District X, I think, unless I hear other suggestions of how to spread out the proceeds."

He stole another bite of pie just for the reaction--and, well, because it was very good. "I know a charitable cause you can donate to. Jubilation Lee, the human...well, you're not really a garbage disposal, because it's not like you eat everything--just a lot of it." He tilted his head, regarding the younger woman thoughtfully. "You've kind of got this whole power plant thing going on, though."

"I prefer to think of myself as nutritionally challenged," Jubilee replied around another bite of her hellabun. "However, any donations to the cause will be well appreciated. Marie-Ange introduced me to protein shakes, so at least I don't wake up with stomach pains the size of Cuba anymore."

She reached over and stole a forkful of Adrienne's pie, using Jake's theft as a distraction for her own.

"Get your own fucking pie, both of you!" Adrienne cried out, exasperated. "In fact, I will go get you both some of this if you leave mine alone!" She rose from the table, grabbing Jubilee's hellabun as she passed and letting out a triumphant cry.

Jubilee made a noise of protest, but didn't stop Adrienne from having her victory. Besides, she was too busy staring down Jake as to who would make the first move toward Adrienne's pie. "I'd like, totally be able to take you, dude."

"Bring it on, Lee," he taunted. "Your ass is grass. I'm a profes--" His fork shot out to block her as she made her move, but he was too slow. "Dammit!"