Morgan and Adrienne - At Harry's, post Steven-beating

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((ooc: reposted due to a glitch))

Adrienne fills Morgan in on how her night went and thanks her for the help in learning how to kick ass and showing her how to be a better person and all that sappy junk that makes them uncomfortable.

Adrienne was watching like a hawk for Morgan to enter Harry's, two pints in her hands. After a long, dreamless sleep she'd awoken to find herself with more energy than she'd had in weeks, so much that she wondered if she'd not only gotten her own energy back when Steven had departed, but some of the chaos and city energy as well. Not that she was complaining. She needed the extra energy to deal with the stares that came from walking around with her face cut and bruising in multiple colours on her cheek, neck, and wherever she'd hit the wall.
When she spotted her friend, the psychometrist leapt off her stool and flung herself towards Morgan, green eyes bright and body nearly humming with energy. "Victory drink! I owe you an entire keg, but Harry wouldn't let me have one, so you'll have to make do with a pint for now. Here's to you," she continued without pausing for breath or to let Morgan speak, "for teaching me how to kick ass. Slainté!"

Morgan blinked rapidly, completely confused at how she'd managed to make her friend so damn excited. "For kicking ass..." There was a lilt at the end of the sentence making it more a question than a statement. Then Morgan stepped back and properly got a look at Adrienne and red eyes went wide. "Bloody fucking hell, cupcake, who kicked your ass?"

"Steven," she answered, and grinned happily. "My supposedly-dead husband. You know how when I invited you over for last night, I said I wanted to have a séance but that there was no ghost? Well, turns out I was wrong. Steven showed up. He'd been sucking energy from me for weeks. Just like a man," she rolled her eyes conspiratorially. "And then he tried to kill me, but I kicked him in the balls and he went away. I stood up to him. The way I never did when he was alive."

Morgan was still blinking. "Okay, so, not to overlook the important bits, which I'll get to in a second here and all...how do you kick a ghost in its bollocks? I mean, did Amanda make 'im corporeal or summat? 'Cause I'm thinking your heels would just go straight on through. Possibly proving he never had much in the way there to begin with, but not the point."

Giggling good-naturedly, Adrienne sat down in a booth. "I don't know. Wanda and Amanda think it was maybe a mix of my powers and Wanda's, with some of Amanda's magic thrown in. Steven's spirit was sort of in the penthouse, and when I moved in this... thing, whatever it was made out of, my powers and my memories or what, started- get this- eating my energy so it could get stronger, and when Wanda and Amanda came over their powers and mine... made Steven actually appear, I guess? Except only I could see him. He could only touch me, too, not the others. I think because he was created out of energy from me. That's why I've been so weak lately. I didn't use my heels, I used my knee. It was more convenient," she explained. "He was trying to choke me to death at the time, so he was close."

There she went with the blinking again. Morgan took a long pull from her pint and sat down across from Adrienne. "The ghost of your dead, abusive husband materialized out of your energy and memories and a powers SNAFU and tried to fucking choking you to death? How do I always miss the weird shit? Fucking date." She shook her head and slouched against the wall. "So, did you rip out his ectoplasmic bollocks and then strangle him to re-death then?"

Adrienne shook her head emphatically. "I just kneed him, and said some stuff about not wanting to be the person I was when I was married to him, and he went away. No strangling. I threatened to cut off his finger, though!"

Morgan snorted. "Aye? Good girl. Wonder if you could've kept that in a jar or summat if you did. Or maybe it'd've just disappeared as well if you did? Sad, that. At least you got him in the balls though." She grinned and raised her pint glass to Adrienne. "To kicking 'em in their little brains!"

Giggling again, Adrienne raised her glass. "I didn't even have to think about it. It was completely instinctual. Which I owe to you, well a lot of it anyway. Jennie too, and Ororo, but mostly you. And you were a big part of my speech, the one that made him blow up. It was about wanting to change, not be who I used to be. So thank you. And yeah, I don't know if I could have kept it. I wonder, if it stayed in the jar after he exploded, would I always be just a little bit tired? If he was existing off of my energy, I mean? Because some energy would always be in that jar?"

Morgan grinned. "You keep this up and you're going to get sappy and wanna sing songs and hold hands and braid each other's hair and I really draw the line at braiding hair," she teased, ignoring the fact that her hair was currently and usually in a french braid. "I'm glad we managed to drill something through your skull and got it to stick, though. Good on you, love. I'm proud."

"Not to mention going shopping," Adrienne added, saying the word as if it was a curse. "Thanks. Everyone's so damn proud. It's definitely starting to go to my head. I'm starting to think I should have decided I was going to not fuck up so much and not let everyone in my life down years ago. I was so focused on being a power-hungry bitch. But now I'm starting to get sort of full. Except where the fashion world is concerned, of course. There's always more to bite off there."

The metamorph shuddered opening at the mention of shopping. "Well, it took you long enough to catch the fuck on, didn't it?" Morgan laughed. "Better late than never, yeah? Still terrified of you in the fashion world, though. Mostly because you keep wanting me or one of my person outfits to be your model. Bit sketchy, that."

"You're off the hook," the brunette reported, shaking her head. "Trenchcoat status exempts you from all modeling endeavours. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with Remy."

"Yes!" Morgan actually did a little dance where she sat on her side of the booth. "I knew dealing with that man had to have some perks going on!"


"Oh, don't celebrate yet," Adrienne warned her. "I'm still planning on putting you all to work behind the scenes. Sponsors, venues, costumes... you can't escape me. And it's all for charity, so it fits with my new image."

Morgan's eyes narrowed and she took another drink. "Slave driver. And what to I get for my slave labor, huh?"

Adrienne pretended to think about it. "My undying gratitude? What more could you want? It's what us good people accept as payment, you know." She nodded sagely, then wrinkled her nose. "Okay, the act's a little annoying now, even to me. What are you asking for?"

A snort and rolled eyes followed Adrienne's martyr act she was putting on. "A new Ducati," she joked. "Or a harem. I could totally do with a harem."

"You have a Mudflap," Adrienne reminded her. "You can't have a harem. And I only give Ducatis for models, sorry. The slave labour doesn't warrant Ducatis. Besides, what's wrong with your old one?"

"It wants a friend," Morgan said playfully. "Aye, and I've a Mudflap. I knew Waffles would get in the way of my dreams to be Hugh Hefner."

"Well, maybe I should buy one for myself and it can hang out with yours," Adrienne joked back. "And hey, you can always copy Hefner and run his harem for a while?"

"Aye, but then I'd be old and decrepit." She made a face as if she'd just tasted something foul. "If I'm gonna have a cock and loads of hot women I wanna be able to use it properly without worrying about a heart attack or stroke."


"Well... you could be one of the women?"

Morgan's eyes slid from side to side, then a wicked little smile appeared on her lips and she purred.