xp_logs | Log: Clarice & Warren

Clarice and Warren go out for sushi to catch up on old times and what's new in each other's lives. There is much flirting and they plan their wedding.

Clarice was pretty sure that she was a terrible person for being so badly out of contact with pretty much everyone she thought was important, but she just did not have enough time. Even if she had more time in a day, it would most likely be spent studying or sleeping, not with friends so that wasn't even a help. One night of fun though was allowed when in grad school. One night a week. That seemed reasonable. So,tonight she was seeing Warren. Sushi and drinks. She could go for that, since he was paying. She lived on a crappy grad school budget which....yeah. Not the best. Actually, despite loving her classes and things, the entire 'being an adult in college away from the mansion' thing generally blew chunks. There wasn't the threat of kidnapping or getting blown up, true, but there was ramen noodles. A LOT of ramen noodles.

Standing outside in her coat, Clarice waited for Warren to arrive to pick her up. She was thinking about maybe surprising him and going to Japan for dinner, but it was breakfast time there. Time differences. Drat. It'd be perfect for a 6am sushi craving though.

Warren certainly didn't hold her schedule against her - he remembered what law school had been like. And his first year or so working. Social activities definitely took a backseat.

Overcome with a strange notion of being sensible, Warren had gotten a taxi to pick Clarice up. He could have flown in, and flown them there, but the weather was inclement enough that he'd decided against it. The yellow taxi pulled up in front of Clarice, and he jumped out to greet her.

"Hey girl," he said with a warm smile - and brief kiss on the cheek when he was close enough. "Good to see you."

"You too," Clarice agreed. Warren looked good. Well, he normally looked good. He had been her first crush at 15 after all. Well, him and Piotr, his boyfriend at the time. "Though I'm disappointed. A cab? What happened to your fancy cars?" she teased. The cabs were probably a better deal. She understood not flying right now though, definitely.

Warren just laughed. "A... disagreement with my father. And since all bar one of them were technically his cars, I don't get to take advantage of them anymore. And my car's at the mansion." He grinned, and opened the cab door for her. "Shall we?"

Ah. Those. "We shall!" She agreed, getting in the cab. Her budget (and powers) meant that she rarely took cabs anywhere. "I thought maybe we could go to Japan for dinner...but it's breakfast time there. So, maybe not. You know of somewhere else to get sushi?" This was New York though, there was definitely a place to get sushi.

"Of course," Warren replied, sounding a little indignant. "I know all the best places." He moved around so he could get into the cab himself, giving the driver directions to one of his favorite places. They were there within minutes, Warren paying the driver and getting the door for Clarice again. He'd brought her to one of the better sushi places in Manhattan, Bond St. They got curious looks from the guests as they entered - Warren and his wings never failed to gained attention, and Clarice's bright pink drew a few looks of her own.

But Warren ignored it, chatting charmingly to the hostess as she found them seats. He came here fairly frequently, and they were on good terms. She found them a table in short order - despite the fact that the place seemed packed, full of 20 and 30 somethings in designer clothes. Warren settled into his seat, flicking open the menu.

"This place look okay to you?" He asked with something of a cheeky grin.
That was true, Warren always knew the best places. "This is great," she agreed, downplaying its awesomeness. She was glad she had broken out some of her best clothes for this, but then, it was Warren and she never considered anything else. "Ah, my element. Or yours, but whatever. I am so getting a martini," mostly because she could. She was not a martini sort of girl.

"The menu is your oyster," Warren said with a smile. A waitress showed up at that point, Warren putting in an order for her martini and sake for him. She disappeared almost as quickly as she appeared.

"So how is grad school treating you?"

"You know...grad school," Clarice shrugged, "I really like it. I mean, I complain about the lack of time and sleep and clothes, but I love what I'm learning and it's really interesting. And if I didn't care I wouldn't spend so much time studying my butt off, you know? But it's really amazing," well, that and she wanted to show some of her classmates up. She had a few who were less than friendly towards mutants in general and herself specifically. She was determined to do better than them.

Warren grinned back at her. "I remember feeling like that when I was at law school. I had next to no free time, and it was insanely competitive, but it was worth it." Then he paused. "Of course, having to re-sit the bar exam this year basically sucked, but what can you do?" He shrugged. "At least now I can start practicing here."

"You had to re-sit the bar? Dude, what happened?" Clarice thought that sounded like the worst thing ever. Ever. "You like, piss off the Supreme Court or something?"

"Nah, nothing so dramatic. Just stupid regulations. Since I originally sat it in California, and then didn't work as a lawyer for a full five years, the great state of New York required me to re-sit. And since my father and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment, I sadly couldn't take advantage of the family name and pull some strings." Warren grinned as he said, obviously joking. As much as he probably could have pulled some strings, it wasn't in him to cheat the system like that just because he had money.

"Oh, darn. And here I was hoping for something really epic," preferably involving Magneto or something, though that would be a stretch, "That sucks about your dad though, even if you did kick the bar's ass."

"Sadly, that's all pretty boring. Though I'm sure things will get interesting again once I start practicing." He shrugged at the mention of his dad. "It is what it is. There's only so much I can cater to him being a bigoted ass." He paused. "Or could, I guess."

"What sort of law are you going to do? I mean...do you even have time for that with everything else?" like being an X-Man. And teaching at the school? She didn't mention the X-thing in public though,. "You shouldn't have to cater to his bigoted ass. I don't. They don't like it, they can kiss my purple ass."

"Mostly civil, mutant discrimination cases. That's mostly what I did back in California. And I potentially have someone I can go into practice with who can be around when I'm off being a superhero. She's a mutant as well." Warren grinned at Clarice. "You should meet her sometime, I think you'd like her." And they had being kick ass colored ladies in common.

"Oh fun fun. So I can put you on retainer for when I need to sue someone, awesome! What's your retainer fee?" she looked in her purse, then pulled out a pack of gun, "I can pay you in Trident gum?" like in the commercials. "And I will definitely have to, yes."

"I'm not going to take your gum," Warren said with a laugh. "Or your money. If anything, I'd just put in a giant order for some Clarice Ferguson originals. My new tailor just doesn't have your flair." He grinned. "I just have to talk her into leaving Legal Aid first. Which shouldn't be too hard, I don't think."

"I can handle that," she grinned, putting the gum back. It had been a joke anyways. She had made his shirts for him back in high school, "Maybe I should teach your tailor a few tricks," Clarice suggested. "Though then he might replace me and then you won't want any Clarice Originals and well....I see this a never ending spiral of doom. And yeah, who wants to work for Legal Aid when you can get paid?"

"Or at least paid better. And actually get court time occasionally." The downside with being an extremely visible mutant in New York - it was difficult to find people who wanted to hire you. No matter how brilliant you were.

Clarice, though she felt the sting and burn sometimes of being a visible mutant, especially in New York, had never really tried to get a job. She was in grad school and did not work and she hadn't as an undergrad either. Being an X-Man, which she intended to go back to, did not pay per se, but it also meant she would have a place to live and things to do and it would be meaningful. Plus, she would not starve or lack for spending cash. It was a pretty sweet deal. She did deal with the looks and comments and all that though on a daily basis, "That too," she agreed, passing the little paper over with her sushi order on it so that Warren could choose his own. Oh, yum, sushi. "I'm in the mood for a rainbow roll."

Warren placed his order as well, before grinning over to Clarice. "I feel like there's a dirty comment to be made here, but I think I will hold my tongue and be a gentleman."

"You are welcome to roll my rainbow any day, Mr. Worthington," Clarice replied with mock-solemnity, "It would actually just be fitting actually, since apparently I can only date guys who used to date guys. Or turn them gay. But I was thinking rainbow roll in terms of glitter and my penchant for fun clothes. Dirty old man."

Warren laughed at that. "I've been accused of only being capable of dating rainbow colored people. Which really is unfair, given that since Piotr, I've only dated blue people." He tilted his head, thinking about that for a second. 'At what point does that become a fetish? Three?"

Clarice had to think, "Three sounds good," she agreed, "One is random, two a coincidence and three is a trend. Which means that I am well and truly hopeless. Face it, we're meant to be. Our fetishes must combine."

"What a terrible burden," Warren said with a heavy sigh. "But if fate calls, who are we to deny it's call?"

"You cannot deny fate," Clarice agreed dolefully. "Just accept and embrace it. When would you like to set the wedding? I'm thinking not until I finish grad school. I know that's a long engagement, but trying to do both is just unreasonable, even with a wedding planner."

"We'll have to have a summer wedding," he mused, letting his shoulder slump. "At the mansion, of course. Presumably you'll want to design your own dress."

She could do a summer wedding at the mansion, that made the most sense really. "I don't know...I mean, sure, I would, but getting it made wouldn't be easy...at least then I would know it's an original of course. That's important. And bridesmaids. And groomsmen. And your financial and lawyer friends of course, it would be a Worthington wedding, so there would probably need to be something done about the paparazzi...." she giggled, "I think I need to stop before your girlfriend comes and shanks me!"

Warren's lips twisted into an approximation of a smile at the last comment. "I don't think you're in any danger of that, don't worry." Given that his girlfriend was more... ex than girlfriend at the moment.

"Oh, well. That does change things," she smiled at Warren, enjoying the evening. Sipping her martini, she looked around at the restaurant, "This place is really cool. I like it. And I've missed dinners with you like this. So...thanks."

"Anytime," he said sincerely. "I mean it. Other the X-Men stuff, until I get the practice set up my time is largely my own. So whenever you want a night out, just give me a call."

"I just might do that," Clarice agreed, eyes getting wide as the platter with their sushi came. Oh happy day!