Amanda and Adrienne; Morgan and Adrienne

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Adrienne visits Snow Valley on Friday afternoon hoping to see Remy and talks to Amanda about Remy; they also discuss turning Morgan into a frog, and Nico.

Hoping to apologize for throwing up in his apartment, and let him know that she trusted Emma's word that Gambit was really gone and wouldn't rape or torture her anytime soon, Adrienne went to the Snow Valley office on her way in to the city in search of Remy. She wasn't actually sure if he would be there or if he was out in the field somewhere, but instead of calling ahead to check she had decided just to drop in, since she could chat with the other Snow Valley employees in Remy's absence and not consider the trip wasted at all.

In fact, Adrienne decided to bolster her spirits a bit before having to face the embarrassment of apologizing by stopping in to see Amanda first. On the assumption that she would be visiting more people than just Remy, she'd brought a box of pastries with her instead of just one as a peace offering to the grumpy Cajun, and brandished the box before her as she approached the blonde witch. "Working hard, or hardly working?" she inquired by way of greeting.

"Huh?" Amanda glanced up from where she'd been typing away industriously and grinned. "Look what the cat dragged in," she said . "And bearing gifts, even." She reached for a danish. "What brings you here?"

"Hoping to meet with one of your fearless leaders- not the one related to me. Grumpy Cajun. I need to apologize for throwing up in his apartment," she explained with a smirk. It was easier to make light of it now that the image of what she'd seen him do had faded. "What are you working on, or is it top secret Trenchcoaty stuff?"

Amanda's eyebrows shot up. "You were at his apartment? Throwing up?" All thought of work was forgotten - she hadn't through Adri and Remy were chummy at all. Or even knew each other, for that matter.

Adrienne winced. "I expressed an interest in snooping around his apartment for cool spy things and accidentally read a... weapon he used to use..." she wrinkled her nose, "when he was 'Gambit?' Then I threw up. I wasn't planning on throwing up when I went there."

The danish paused half-way to Amanda's mouth and she visibly winced. "Oh, fuck," she said eloquently. "You all right?"

Picking at a danish, Adrienne nodded. "I think so, thanks. I only threw up because of the rape; I would have been okay if it hadn't been for that. I think. But Emma took the image my powers left me with out of my head, so at least it's not there behind my eyes anytime I close them." She made a face and set the pastry aside.

"I can imagine." Amanda watched the other woman's face for a moment, her own closed and not revealing much of her own reactions. "I'm surprised you came anywhere near him, after seeing that."

"I..." Picking up the pastry again Adrienne returned to mangling it. "Well, I guess I'm surprised you're not telling me I should have no worries coming anywhere near him after seeing that." Why wasn't Amanda jumping to Remy's defense?

"It's not for me to tell you that. You went and saw Emma, so I'm guessing she told you the whole story." Amanda shrugged a little. "Gambit was a monster. It's not easy to deal with, knowing there was someone like that living under the skin of someone you know, but only you can decide how you're going to feel about it." She gave a small, wry smile. "I know it took me a while, after I had my own up close and personal meeting with him."

"Emma told me she doubts Gambit will ever be a dominant personality again. I trust her on that," Adrienne answered. "I... I would have come to you to talk about it after it happened, but I was afraid you didn't know, or worse, wouldn't feel he was a monster. Not because of anything to do with you," she added quickly, "but because I wasn't sure I wasn't completely overreacting, just because of my past. I feel like if you trust him and Emma trusts him than I don't have anything to worry about around him."

She brushed some crumbs off Amanda's desk and tried to segue. "Did you see something you weren't meant to see too, to prompt the up close and personal meeting?"

Now it was Amanda's turn to break eye contact. "I was at the school," she said slowly, figeting with a paperclip, bending the thin metal this way and that. "He'd left the school, you see, 'cause he was remembering Gambit. Tried to bash his own skull in with a brick to stop it and got brought back to the school half-dead." The paperclip now resembled a modern sculpture. "I went to see him. We'd been close, before he left. I don't know what happened exactly, to set him off, but... Gambit came out. Pushed me up against the wall, screaming at me." She shuddered, just a little, at the memory. "Which wouldn't have been so bad, except it reminded me of the man who'd brought me up. So I blasted him with a spell." The abused paperclip snapped. "So yeah, I know what Gambit was. I also know what Remy is, to live with what Gambit did. That's good enough for me."

At Amanda's shudder Adrienne put a hand on the younger woman's shoulder in an attempt at comfort. "It's sort of shitty that we both had reactions to him based on our own damage, isn't it?" she mused, patting Amanda's shoulder a couple times before withdrawing her hand awkwardly. "I guess the important thing is that we got over our own pasts enough that we can recognize he had to get over his, too, and that he did, and that sometimes you just have to take people at their word and believe in them when they say someone's changed?" She chuckled wryly at that. "I've been watching too many tv shrinks. What sort of spell did you blast him with? Frog?"

"Frog only works on shapeshifters with identity issues," the witch replied with a wan smile, picking off a fragment of danish pastry and automatically eating it. "I hit him with a lightning bolt that knocked him clear across the room."

"Okay now I'm going to have to start calling you Zeus," Adrienne grinned through a mouthfull of mangled pastry. "Hey, so does that mean if you hit Morgan with the frog spell and she turns into a frog then she has identity issues? This could be a breakthrough into shapeshifter psychology!"

Amanda snorted. "Somehow I doubt it'd work on Morgan - woman's one of the most self-assured people I know. And she wouldn't take it seriously - with Jake it was one part him being used to being told what to look like, and one part him believing I could do the damn spell at all."

"But what if I believe you can do the spell to her?" Adrienne asked in her most hopeful voice, smirking.

Shaking her head, Amanda finally stopped picking at the danish and took an actual bite. "Doesn't work that way," she replied, somewhat muffled, before chewing and swallowing. "You really want me to turn Morgan into something, don't you? Thank fuck you have all the magical ability of a teapot - you'd be ripping dimensions apart just to see if you could."

"I'm a curious person, what can I say?" Adrienne grinned. "I would not mess with dimensions though!" she assured the younger woman with a 'scout's honor' hand gesture. "Transfigurations are one thing, screwing with dimensions and timelines is something entirely different. I only look at events with my power, but even I know that's more than a person should be able to do to the past."

Polishing off her pastry, she gave Amanda her most innocent look. "I wonder if your little protege who is now one of my employees would turn Morgan into something for me..."

"No." It came out a bit more sharply than Amanda intended and she flushed a little. "I mean, Nico's got enough on her plate with dealing with having a magical staff in her chest. I'm trying to discourage her from the random magic - it's better for her that way. Even putting the idea in her head as a joke would be a very bad idea."

Adrienne flung a bit of pastry that had fallen onto the desk at Amanda. "Hey, what do you take me for?!" she exclaimed in surprise. "I'm her teacher, and even if I wasn't I'd still be an authority figure at the place where she lives. You put something like that in a kid's head, even if you're joking, you have to wonder is there a chance they'd think they have to do it to make me happy? If they do it will they get better grades? A raise? I'm not going to screw with someone's head like that!"

Amanda ducked instinctively, the piece of danish lodging in her hair. "I'm sorry!" she retorted. "Half the time I don't know if you're joking or not, like with that bloody finger! And Nico... well, she's a lot like what I was at that age and I want to save her the grief I went through, that's all. Her magic's not like mine - it comes from somewhere else, and it's not a nice place. So it'll tempt her to do the wrong thing. I need to make sure she can avoid that."

"You need a better bullshit meter, clearly," Adrienne giggled. "I'll see if I can buy one of those for Christmas for you. I had to get rid of the finger, sadly. Remy mentioned something to me about the sort of people who collect trophies from people, and I realized I didn't want to be one of those people. But I still have the box to remind me of the trouble you went through getting it for me," she assured the other woman.

The mention of Nico's magic had her frowning in confusion. "Magic can come from different places?"

"Well, that was sort of the point I was trying to make by giving it to you," Amanda admitted. "And yeah, it can. You know that whole division? Black magic and white? That's not just a Harry Potter myth. Nico's Staff... it uses blood to come out. Blood magic is never on the light side of the force, if you get me." Obviously years of associating with Doug had added to Amanda's metaphors. "Those scars on my back I showed you? Blood ritual."

"I don't know anything about Harry Potter or 'the force'," Adrienne confessed, "but scars-equal-bad I can understand. Can you tell when she's doing magic, even if you're not with her?" she inquired seriously. "Not that I won't be watching her more closely now that I know this, even if you can keep tabs on her from afar."

"I'm not that strong," Amanda admitted. "And even if I was, I wouldn't put a leash on her like that - it'd be just as damaging for her if I did. She needs to learn to control herself." She sighed a little. "Poor kid. She doesn't deserve to have this dumped on her. Then again, neither did I. Best we can do is make sure we don't make the same mistakes as were made with me. At least the Black Queen's safely buried at the bottom of the bay and Chandra's dead as a doornail - no temptation there."


Adrienne wasn't so sure how she felt about being included in this 'we' since it always seemed like the other side of taking responsibility for someone was that you got blamed when they screwed up, but she let it go, knowing Amanda was right. Nico had to make her own mistakes and that as a teacher at the school Adrienne certainly was responsible for making sure those mistakes weren't the same as the ones made with Amanda. "Yes, well... hopefully these boxes at the bottom of the bay are made a lot tougher than supermax prisons are these days," she muttered with a wan smirk.

"Commissioned by the best bastard I know," Amanda said with confidence, refusing to even entertain the thought of Selene getting out. "So, you want company braving the beast in his den?"


Shaking her head, the brunette left a second danish on Amanda's desk and picked the box of pastries up. "I'll be fine. 'Wouldn't do for him to think I was afraid of him, now would it?"

"There's nothing wrong with being a little bit afraid of him," Amanda replied with a grin. "He might not be Gambit any more, but he's still Remy."


***




Instead of eating leftover pastries for supper Adrienne invites Morgan over and they chat about Remy, Garrison, Amanda, cheating, and SuperSpy accessories, among other things.





At the sound of the knock on her door, Adrienne jumped up from the couch, taking her video game controller with her and wishing she had telekinesis for a power instead of psychometry, since it would save her having to get up.

"The food's just arrived," she said with a grin when she opened the door to Morgan, gesturing to boxes of takeout on the coffee table. "I'm glad we could do this today. Sorry again about canceling on you."

Morgan quirked an eyebrow up at Adrienne. "Oh, you know, it's alright. I just wept. Balled my eyes out. For days. Running mascara and the like." Which was funny since Morgan never wore mascara despite the whiteness of her eyelashes. "I was distraught without you. Could barely go on. But I told myself 'Ness, she'd want you to soldier on without you,' and I replied 'Self, we leave no man behind!' And then myself said 'Buck up, lady, she's a woman; we can totally leave her behind!' I figured Self had a point there so I went out for drinks instead."

Raising an eyebrow, Adrienne poked a finger at the side of Morgan's head, putting on a curious expression. "You know, I think you might want to see a doctor about that broken sarcasm button you've got there. It's laying things on a bit thicker than usual. Besides," she added with a shrug, retreating to the couch and the takeout boxes, "going out drinking because I stood you up is definitely an indication that you really were upset I canceled on you."

Morgan swatted at the poking finger insolently. "No, going out drinking is a sign I got over it. Weeping, now, is a sign I was all torn up in that mopey little bitch in a chick flick sorta way." Morgan trailed after Adrienne, hopping over the back of the couch to land softly on a cushion next to her friend. "I hope you had a hot date or summat and had amazing sex and that's why you stood me up. What with you not being hospitalized and all."

"I wish," Adrienne snorted. "I wasn't hospitalized but I did pass out for a while. And threw up. I wouldn't stand you up for less than that."

"Guess there's something to be said for caring enough to not throw up on me. Aye, I love you cupcake but not nearly enough to forgive projectile vomiting on me for anything short of a half dozen or more dead bodies in front of you." It was usually the stench of said dead bodies more than the look of them that did that to a person anyway. Morgan didn't anticipate Adrienne enlisting for war service any time soon.

"It's a good thing you weren't there then," Adrienne said with a nod, smiling a little. She could smile about it now, now that the image had faded. "Because I wouldn't have been forgiven- it was only one dead body. Eviscerated. The smell of it... well I'm glad I went into modeling instead of crime fighting or military service," she smirked. "I might have been alright with the dead body, though. It was the rape and torture of the young woman that came after that tko'd me."

Morgan blinked at that. "You were where when what happened, now?"

Because Emma had taken away the powers-projected image of what happened so that it wasn't reflected with perfect sensory clarity in her head anymore, Adrienne was able to pick up a carton of Chinese takeout and drop some noodles into her mouth before she answered. "LeBeau's apartment. I was on my way to see you, and I got sidetracked by the invitation to snoop around his place."

"Invitation by who? Why was someone being raped and tortured in his apartment? When did the world turn upside down?" Morgan kept staring at Adrienne, entirely confused and knowing she wasn't going to end up getting anywhere for it.

"Invitation by LeBeau," Adrienne explained, still chomping on noodles. "I read a staff he had in his apartment and saw the murder and the rape. I passed out, woke up, threatened to call the police, he told me it was a multiple personality thing and to talk to the Professor so I would believe him. I didn't think it was a good idea to go to your place after that so I went to my office and got Emma to take the image out of my head. The world must be upside down because she agreed to do it without any hassle. Are you gonna eat?"

"I, uh, what?" She was so confused. She understood the bit about how LeBeau used to be a depraved psychopath and wasn't anymore because of telepathic intervention and all that, but the rest of it didn't make sense. "Why did LeBeau decide to let you snoop? Are you...fucking him?" Wasn't he dating Ororo? "And since when does your sister do anything for free? And how are you just chomping on noodles telling me all this for the first time?"

"I... I didn't want you to worry?" Adrienne answered, guiltily. "I couldn't tell you before I had Emma confirm that Remy wasn't going to turn back into his other personality any time soon. Because if I went to you first, thinking he might still be like he used to be, I might try to force you to confront him. And you would probably have said no, and then I would've probably felt even worse than I did in the first place." She made a face, trying to change the subject. "Eew, no of course I'm not fucking him! I was asking to see his place because he's supposed to be SuperSpy and I thought he would have cool stuff!"

Morgan blinked a half dozen times or so and stared at Adrienne like she had three heads for a bit. Then she finally seemed to relax back into the couch and snagged a take out container for herself. "Cool stuff? Like weapons or gadgets? You don't think he'd leave anything that cool anywhere you could actually find it, do you? Then he'd be a failure of a SuperSpy and all that rot."

"I suppose you're right," Adrienne admitted with a sage nod, smiling easily as the tension evaporated from the room. "Except I'd been thinking, well, a SuperSpy would be so super that his home would be a fortress or a personal sanctuary- that no one he didn't want to find the place would find the place, right? So therefore, if you already felt that no one could find out where you lived in the first place, why would you have to hide the cool stuff inside your apartment? Might as well just have it all there, and that way when you're home you can play with it."

"So then you found his porn collection laying about?" Morgan smirked and quirked an eyebrow, a piece of chicken paused by her lips when she asked the question. "I mean, really, if we're talking all the stuff you want to leave out for easy access playing and we're talking about a man so porn is entirely socially acceptable wouldn't that be what was out?"

"I'm not entirely sure LeBeau is a man," grinned the brunette. "I think he's some sort of robot. A really scary robot."

The metamorph thought about that for a moment and nodded. "Like the Terminator?"

"Well, I was thinking more like AstroBoy." Adrienne answered with a completely straight face.

"Wow, that's a scary place I just went to," Morgan said, blinking rapidly. "Remy wearing briefs without anything else, that stupid hair, pink circles on his cheeks, oddly plasticy." She was still blinking and shook her head in an effort to clear the image. "God, I think you just traumatized me."

"My work here is done," Adrienne giggled. "I could make it worse, I could tell you he listens to Zydeco music."

The look she got in response to that was utterly confused. "What-ico?"

"Zydeco." She smiled as she polished off her carton of noodles. "It's this New Orleans genre of music, popular with the poor people. Apparently you take field songs, slave spirituals, and folk songs and play them with an accordion, a drum made out of a barrel hoop, and, get this, a washboard. But I bet you it still sounds better than the Canadian music Garrison listens to."
"Yeah, well, most stuff sounds better than the shit Garrison listens to. Whiny, bleeding heart Canadians with wounds. Wounds, I tell you!" Morgan swooned and collapsed back into the cushions of the couch. "Aye, but LeBeau can get away with his washboard and accordion slave songs at least since he's a badass. Garrison says 'eh' and shit. And then listens to Snow Patrol. I mean seriously, there should be an intervention."

"Good luck with that," Adrienne murmured with a smirk. "I mean it. Maybe an anti-Canadian intervention will ensure that he doesn't pick me up on a damn horse for a date again."

There was definitely choking involved, suddenly. There was choking, some pounding on her own chest and a fair bit of rapid blinking. Not until Morgan's windpipe was cleared of the misdirected chicken did she gape at her friend and ask, "Garrison picked you up for a date on a horse? You went on a date with Garrison? The fuck? When did this happen? Where was I? I'm the last to know, aren't I? But, but...he's a Jays fan, cupcake!"

"No one knows," Adrienne informed the blue woman quickly, "you're not the last to know, because no one knows, because there's nothing to know. It's not a big deal, I just... a couple months ago I realized I had caught feelings for him and to try and make them go away we started trying this dating experiment thing, but just until the feelings go away because I don't know if he feels anything for me and I know you're in love with him and I wouldn't want to get between you two and I know, he hates the Red Sox, and it should be illegal to go out with a Jays fan, and I should shut up because I'm rambling..." she set her empty food carton down, suddenly quite nervous about Morgan's response. "Don't choke again, okay? It's not a big deal which is why I didn't tell you before, I'm not even sure why I told you now, I guess because we were making fun of him and this seems pretty funny now that I say it out loud, the two of us dating. Hahahaha. Dating. Silly Canadian."

"I'm not in love with him," Morgan corrected her friend quickly. "Fuck, I couldn't tell you what love fucking is. Sure I've got like residual schoolgirl sorta crush type stuff for him still. I can own that. But it's the same way you have a soft spot for your first crush in general. Not that he was my first crush, I'm not that damaged or such a late bloomer, but y'know." She shrugged. "I just mean there's nothing to get between other than you and me. Wow, that sounded kinda wrong. Our friendship, both yours and mine and mine and his, that's it. Friendships don't end over other people getting involved with each other. And if you've got feelings...and if he has feelings...well you should go off and have feelings together. As long as it makes you happy. For fuck's sake, cupcake, he's a Boy Scout and I dumped my last boyfriend for being too bloody sweet. That should tell you a world about how likely Garrison and I getting together will ever be!"


Adrienne opened a carton of dumplings and chewed with a thoughtful expression. "Well, I don't know what love is either, thus confusion about what you felt for him," she explained apologetically. "Ditto the friendship thing since this is really the first one I've had; I know I don't want our friendship to end over my getting involved with Kane, but I didn't know if that was possible." But being told friendships didn't end over other people getting involved with each other was very reassuring. "I guess that explains why things are going slow on the dating front, too- because he and I would rather stay friends than rush into something that'll turn out to be a mistake and have that mistake ruin the friendship," she mused.

With a grin she offered her carton of dumplings to Morgan. "You know, if you're looking for someone who's not too sweet, I hear Amanda's single..."

"I don't date coworkers," Morgan replied with a tone that suggested that may very well have been the only reason for the quick dismissal. "Aye, and I get the new thing. You'll not lose me over a man unless he's a complete asshole, tries to kill me and you insist he's not so bad and he can change. Might lose me over that but you'll've had a lobotomy long before that happens anyway so we probably already would've had a falling out."

Peering into the carton, Morgan snagged a dumpling and bit into it. A content sound followed and she was still chewing when she said, "You guys shouldn't go too slow. You'll only stuff it up if you cheat or something I'd think. I don't think dating and realizing it's not for you with each other will do much if you're really friends. But who knows, I don't date my mates."


"If I cheat?!" Adrienne asked incredulously, "why me and not him?! If it's because of the Hellfire Club I only kissed that girl and helped her take her clothes off; that doesn't count as cheating! I thought about whether it was cheating and I decided since Kane hasn't even kissed me yet and we haven't actually admitted that we're in a relationship with each other then watching someone strip doesn't count as cheating! I mean, it would be different if we said 'yes we are boyfriend and girlfriend and that means we don't kiss anyone else or watch someone have sex with someone else,' but we haven't decided what the rules are yet! I didn't sleep with her, I know that would be cheating; I only kissed her!"

She cringed a little as she set the carton down on the coffee table. "Shit. I've never really dated someone before, well there was Jake but not someone that I was friends with and want to stay friends with and cared about before we were dating or enough about that I worry about cheating on them when we're not even sleeping together. You don't date your friends but you have to know more about this than I do. Was that cheating? Also, yes if I ever date anyone who tries to kill either you or me and I don't try to kill him right back you can lobotomize me. Hopefully I learned my lesson on dating assholes so that won't be an issue though."

"That was a blanket 'you' to encompass you both, not a you you sort of you," Morgan explained, gesticulating with her chop sticks as she spoke. "I think people have different lines they draw on the cheating thing but I'm thinking most of the liberal line drawers are cheaters." At least that would make sense. Having your hand down someone else's pants should always be cheating, unless you just had yours down someone else's and then of course that was alright, right? "I'd say if you were dating me in a monogamous sort of way and you kissed some chick and helped her strip I'd consider that cheating. But the key there's monogamous, innit? If he doesn't wanna be, or if you don't wanna be then you actually can't cheat because you aren't sexually strictly only with each other. Aye but if you're talking monogamy then you might wanna talk personal limits. And you need to have the same rules for each other. So if you're cool with him helping some girl strip and having his tongue down her throat then awesome, you can put that in the allowable column as long as he agrees."


Relaxing a little, Adrienne nodded thoughtfully and fiddled with her video game controller. "Okay, that makes sense; make sure the rules are the same for both parties. Somehow I think he'd be less than agreeable to either of us stripping someone else, though. Probably even kissing. He is a Boy Scout," she giggled. "Which is okay; I mean, if monogamy's the name of the game and even kissing someone else is cheating I can live with that, so long as we both know that those are the rules. I don't think I'd want someone I was in a real relationship with to kiss someone else either, although that never stopped my husband. It's hard to lie to a psychometrist about who you're sleeping with when she cleans your underwear off the floor every day," she muttered wryly, frowning darkly for a moment before shrugging it off. "I guess I should talk to him about rules and whether the two of us really are dating or if we're just hanging out as friends," she sighed. "I was going to say why does the female always have to have the talk about defining the relationship, but I suppose since I was the one kissing a woman to try and get information for Emma about who she works for, I should be the proactive one. So why don't you don't date coworkers?"

"Because if it ends badly it can impact the job. Aye, I'm good at separating the job and my life. 'Manda is, too. The risk isn't worth it though." After popping another piece of chicken into her mouth Morgan stopped to think about her phrasing there. She quickly added, "And we're using Amanda in this example because she was the coworker you mentioned before and that made her an easy example." Yeah, that really needed to be clarified.

Morgan shifted the focus back to Adrienne and her maybe relationship with Garrison because that was much more comfortable territory. "Aye, if you're off stripping women you should probably be proactive. If you're not doing anything that might be 'wrong,' per se, then there'd be no reason to have to figure out the rules, y'know?"


"Good point. I'll try to slip it into casual conversation next time we talk. Not that it should matter, since I'm sure I'll get over my feelings for him soon. Like you said, Jays fan." She gave her friend a smirk and speared another dumpling. "You're using Amanda in your example because I put it into your head, sure, but do I also detect a hint of you wanting to justify to yourself that it wouldn't work before you even contemplate the idea? I can probably count the number of people I consider worth taking risks for on one hand, but she'd be on that hand."

"I dunno, he is all adorably Boy Scout-like. You could wanna keep him. I understand the appeal of the goody guy and all." Morgan was blatantly ignoring, or trying to, having to address the Amanda matter. Adrienne was on like a mini-mission here. It was a little disturbing, actually. She'd get over it in a day or two anyway. "She's my mate," she finally said after a few more pieces of chicken. "I've not really thought about her like that and since she's a mate and a coworker it's better kept that way." Except for the bit where she might have given it some thought once upon a time, but she hadn't in a while.

Adrienne gave Morgan a pointed look but decided to drop the issue. For now. "Alright, fine. Lucky for you I'm not going to become one of those people who, if I am in a relationship, not that I am, tries to set up all her single friends. Mostly because if the two of you were an item it would mean less time both of you have to spend with me, and I'm a selfish bitch," she grinned.

"Maybe I'll just get back with Sam." Morgan had a thoughtful sort of voice and she pretended to contemplate that. "Crazy's the new black, I hear."


"Well if that's the case, it's a shame LeBeau's one of your coworkers because he'd be quite the catch."

Choking was instantaneous. "Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me? Even the vague thought of that man fucking me creeps me out." Morgan was also shuddering as she said it, the motion not faked in the least.


Adrienne had dissolved into giggling, bent double over the couch. "Yes, I am trying to kill you," she nodded sagely once she'd recovered enough to sit upright, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "I found the secret pirate treasure map you keep in your pyjama drawer and I'm trying to kill you to get it so all the dubloons will be mine!"

A chop stick spun around in Morgan's fingers so she could thwap Adrienne lightly on the tip of her nose with the handle. "Woman, you've been inhaling too many hairspray fumes or summat. Gone all loopy, brain turned to mush. Just can't be good for you. Maybe we need to get you some fresh air."


"Maybe Emma was messing around inside my brain when she took out what I saw in LeBeau's staff?" the brunette suggested. "She's a tricky one, I wouldn't put it past her to make me talk about pirates every time I hear the word 'fucking' or something like that. Ooo want to go to the archery range? That's in the fresh air."

"Now if only she could make you say 'Arr matey' when you come." The comment was delivered dryly, offhand and nonchalant. Then Morgan actually stopped to think about what she'd said and abruptly burst into laughter. "Maybe I need the fresh air. Aye, aye archery range. But I haven't my bow with me."


Echoing Morgan's laughter, Adrienne ended up wiping tears out of her eyes again. "Yeah, I think we could both use some air." The lack of bow gave her a bit of pause, before her eyes widened. "Drag racing on motorcycles?" she suggested hopefully.

"I'm pretty sure I wouldn't survive that in November, there's no way you are. How 'bout we find something that won't definitely kill us, aye?" Morgan stood up and offered Adrienne her hand with a smirk. "We'll go find trouble. Y'know, get drunk fuck against a wall or something." She was obviously kidding, and just as obviously trying not to laugh. "I wanna get an 'Arr matey' outta ya."


Taking the proffered hand, Adrienne climbed to her feet. "I'm always up for finding trouble with you, especially when it involves drunken fucks," she smirked. "Can we invite Remy to participate? 'Cuz you know, I'm trying to kill you."

Morgan shuddered again. "Only if you dream of a woman dying with her face between your thighs."


"Nuh-uh," Adrienne shook her head. "Your face between his thighs, since you said it would kill you if he fucked you, not me."

"I don't think it counts as him fucking me if I'm giving him a blow job," Morgan pointed out with a diplomatic tone. She tugged Adrienne off toward the door that led out of the suite. "Unless he's got more cocks than the average man. You reckon that's part of the SuperSpy deal? Night vision goggles and two spare cocks just in case something happens to the original?"

"Yeah well, the two of you should establish rules for that sort of thing between yourselves so that neither of you are cheating. I'd think you'd know better than me what the SuperSpy deal includes since you're on the SuperSpy team, remember?" Adrienne reminded her, laughing.

A shoulder came up in a bit of a shrug to mead Morgan's head as it tilted to the left. "Well, I might. Does that mean you want to see my spare SuperSpy Cock of Destruction?"


"Honey, you're a metamorph, remember?" Adrienne said with a patronizing grin. "I've seen some of your spare cocks and the ones I've seen are all lovely, but I think I'd rather see some beer and some fresh air right now."

"Cock of Destruction is very sad."