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Wanda and Adrienne - Drunken Tennis
After some wine, Wanda and Adrienne return to a tennis court where they took a lesson earler; chaos ensues.
Maybe it was because her golfing expedition with Garrison had gone so completely not the way she'd wanted, or maybe she was just on a sports kick as a result of some sort of rewiring her brain had unconsciously gone through after Genosha. Adrienne wasn't too sure why she'd suddenly decided to make tennis her summer project, but Wanda had been really good about going with her to the tennis club at Salem Centre for a lesson. They'd had a leisurely dinner at a nice little sushi place in Salem Centre, along with copious amounts of wine, and were now strolling back to the mansion past the tennis courts. "We should play," Adrienne said to Wanda, even though the courts were all encased in chain link fences with locks on the doors. "Yeah, we should play! Practice what we learned today! Let's go! I bet I can pick the lock on this fence!"
"Wait, you want to break into the tennis courts where we just had lessons?" Wanda tilted her head and then glanced around before heading over to where the last court was and shoved slightly on the gate door. It swung open and she grinned over her shoulder. "There's no need for lockpicking and if anyone says anything, we can always pull out the Frost card, no?" The wine was forming a nice warm buzz through her system and the idea of a little physical activity after the food and drink made her smile. Besides, she'd enjoyed the tennis lessons more than she actually thought she would - she'd gone along because she'd wanted to spend time with her friend, not because she enjoyed the idea of running a court chasing balls.
"We could pull the Emma Frost card," Adrienne chuckled, pulling the racquets out of the bag she was carrying. "The Adrienne Frost card would just get is thrown into the slammer without question." She pulled a couple tennis balls out of a bucket in a shed in the corner of the court and bounced one experimentally, then lobbed it towards Wanda.
The ball hit the net somewhere in the middle and bounced its way back to Adrienne. Wanda snickered slightly and shook her head. "Is this a case of not enough lessons or too much wine?" she teased, spinning her own racket around slightly as she enjoyed the evening breeze.
Adrienne frowned at her racquet. "Faulty equipment," she decided with a vehement nod. "Definitely not the wine thing. I can hold my wine! And not the lessons because I'm far too much of a natural talent to be that bad no matter how few lessons I've had!" She wound up again and lobbed another ball. "Shit!" Now she knew how Garrison had felt on the golf course. "So are you gonna stick around town for a while now, or are you headed back for parts unknown?"
"If I get to watch Her Majesty of Natural Talent at work, I will still around as long as I have to!" she laughed, watching as Adrienne tried to puzzle out the best way to actually get the ball over to her side of the net. "Seriously, though, I think I will be in the neighborhood for longer than I have been normally." Everytime she admitted to stepping back from the frantic search for Agatha it got a little easier to actually say. "I was chasing vague leads and realized that I was needed here. That I wanted to be here."
"Good," Adrienne nodded, "because I want you to be here." She threw another ball up into the air and whacked it. It hit the net again. She definitely had the power... it must be a problem with the angle of the racquet. Or the wine. "No one else around here has your fabulous taste in wine. Emma knows wine, but she's always drinking cognac. So that totally doesn't count." Adjusting the angle she was holding the racquet at, she tried again, this time sending the ball sailing over the net, and Wanda's head, where it crashed into the back fence of the court. "Shit!"
It bounced a few times and then sadly rolled almost the rest of the way until Wanda stooped to pick it up. "I believe I shall attempt to give this one a try," she said, "or else they shall find us here in the morning trying to get through one serve." She blew a kiss at Adrienne's rude gesture before tossing the tennis ball into the air and swung. Unlike the previous attempts, this one actually made it over the net - and over Adrienne's head, too, in such a wide arc that no one could have it it unless they were flying.
Wanda blinked down at her arms and then shrugged. "Don't know my own strength?" she hazard. Her smile changed as she thought back to what they'd been talking about. "I've missed you too, Adrienne. It will be nice to be home again." Even if it came with enough guilty baggage to fill up an entire airport. But it was what she needed.
"Some down time will be good for you," Adrienne nodded. "After everything that's happened with... Genosha, it can't be a bad thing to take some time to recharge, maybe give yourself a fresh perspective for your search." She grabbed a fresh ball and served it into the net again. "Shit! Oh, hey, so I'm learning how to be a detective," she pointed out with a smirk, "if you need any help with your search, me and my powers are here for ya."
"What, really? I have missed quite a bit, I had no idea you were interested in that sort of career." Though, really. Adrienne's powers would be incredibly useful in that line of work and had proved that a number of times already. Wanda hadn't gone to her friend as often as she might have because some of the stuff that they dealt with - well, she hadn't wanted to make Adrienne See some of those things. Even after, or maybe especially because of, Genosha, Wanda wanted nothing more than to protect her. But she doubted that the thought, however noble, would go over well and there were somethings she needed help with. "I might just take you up on that," she said. "I am having some of Agatha's personal effects sent over and we could use the help when they arrive."
"Oh, yeah, I'm a great detective," Adrienne nodded emphatically. "I have the Charlie's Angels pose down perfectly. The only thing I haven't mastered is peeing in a bottle on a long stakeout. Vee doesn't let me rent cars on the X-Factor account anymore," she deadpanned. "But I'll get the hang of it eventually. Mainly I think Vee keeps me around for my powers, though," she grinned. "So it would be my pleasure to use them to go through Agatha's stuff for you." She even threw in a little bow.
It was always a fun time trying to follow Adrienne's line of thought when the wine had come into play. Wanda's nose wrinkled automatically at the peeing in the bottle, or lack thereof, comment. "I would be more than happy to facilitate your emergence into the gritty world of the private investigator," Wanda said. "After all, what are friends for?"
"Eating with," Adrienne responded with an emphatic nod. "And drinking with. And breaking into places." She thought about it for another moment. What were friends for? "Hiding bodies. Oh! I know this! Shopping? Is the answer shopping?!" She lobbed a couple more balls over the net, having too much energy for her own good.
Just for fun, Wanda actually darted to the left to smack the ball back to Adrienne instead of just letting the tennis ball bounce past her. "Much like 42, the answer is always shopping!" she laughed.
"Assuming, of course, that you have money for it," Adrienne replied, actually managing to return Wanda's shot in a soft underhand shot of her own. "I don't manage to do much shopping these days, thanks to the Black Court, but I'm really enjoying making things for people. Especially shoes. So maybe the answer is always shoes, whether you make them or buy them?"
"Shoes, booze, sex - they all fit into that same category!" Wanda laughed, getting into the 'swing' of things as she managed to hit it again and get it over the net. "What about going out shopping in a group? Say, Ororo, Jean, Marie-Ange, you and myself, to name a few? I highly doubt even the Black Court would want to tangle with that many irritated women."
Adrienne lunged to return Wanda's shot but missed it, whiffing the racquet past empty air. "Shit!" She jogged to the backstop where it had rolled. "Well, the Black Court isn't supposed to be tangling with me now that Emma's inducted me into the White, but that particular group of women would definitely ensure that they don't try to tangle with anyone, I think, yeah," she giggled. "So long as we finish the trip up with some spa time, of course."
Wanda spread her arms. "Can you imagine that group going out on a major shopping spree and not ending up at the spa? Even by accident?"
Cocking her head, Adrienne did try to imagine it. "I've never been to the spa with that group. Or, really... any of those women except Jean and yourself. So I dunno if I can imagine it! I think we should go and then I'll have a picture in my head for imagining." Which may have defeated the purpose of imagining, essentially, but it made sense in her head.
With Adrienne not hitting the tennis ball back over, Wanda took the time to wander over to the automatic tennis ball thrower ... thing. Their instructors earlier had used it during their lessons and she'd been amused by the entire gadget. With no one else around, she was now looking it over. "That's perfect logic. Let's do it so that the next time we have a chance to do it, I'll know what it looks like in my head." She wrinkled her nose as she turned, hand still on the machine. "That sounded dirtier than I thought it would."
"Normally I'd tell you to embrace the dirt and go with the fantasy," Adrienne chuckled, frowning at Wanda's apparent interest in the tennis ball machine, "but considering you and I are the only single women in that group, I don't think you should. Their significant others might kill us. Or want to watch."
Wanda suddenly looked incredibly sheepish. "Ah - has it been so long that I neglected to tell you that Stephen and I got back together?" she said slowly, trying not to cringe because, really, she thought she had.
"Uhh..." Adrienne pondered this for a moment, wondering if the booze was affecting her in some way. "Who's Stephen? I'm pretty sure the only Stephen I know is the one I had killed who you helped me banish after I kicked him in the ghost balls because you're awesome."
"My formerly off-again boyfriend and magician extraordinaire," Wanda said said with a laugh, not feeling as bad anymore. "We're back on again which is ... nice." She turned away, back to the machine, a little ... uncomfortable with talking about her relationship. Not because of any real reason but she'd spent too much time in her life flitting between lovers that it was still odd to her that she was in a fairly solid relationship. She needed more wine to touch upon more emotional matters.
"You'd like him, much better than your ..."
Wanda's powers suddenly flickered lazily on for a moment and then shut off and she shook her head at the suddenness of it. Her powers had been unhappy with her since Genosha but had mostly reacted by not reacting. It normally didn't turn itself back on in fits and starts.
The machine began to send a barrage of tennis balls at Adrienne, who let out an undignified shriek and hit the deck as if it was gunfire. "What the fuck?!?! It's the ghost of dead Steven! I talked about kicking his ghost balls and he's throwing balls at me!"
Dodging tennis balls from an insane machine was hard enough under normal circumstances but it did not help that Wanda was shrieking with laughter as she tried to dodge. Having been so close to it, she'd thrown herself to the side in a scramble to avoid getting anything to the ribs or the face and she was almost on all fours now as she tried to get away.
"Run away!" she laughed, shielding her head.
"I can't run! I'd have to get up to run and I'm gonna get attacked if I get up!" Adrienne yelled back. She tried to crawl a little but was scraping her elbows and cursed, having to stop. Instead, she log-rolled across the court out of the way. Hugging the fence, she tried to make her way over to help Wanda. "Retreat, retreat!"
"I'm trying!" Wanda yelled, yelping as a ball hit her right in the butt - that was going to leave a mark. She grabbed Adrienne's shoulders and pushed her towards the exit, running right behind even as the giggling got worse with every step.
Maybe it was because her golfing expedition with Garrison had gone so completely not the way she'd wanted, or maybe she was just on a sports kick as a result of some sort of rewiring her brain had unconsciously gone through after Genosha. Adrienne wasn't too sure why she'd suddenly decided to make tennis her summer project, but Wanda had been really good about going with her to the tennis club at Salem Centre for a lesson. They'd had a leisurely dinner at a nice little sushi place in Salem Centre, along with copious amounts of wine, and were now strolling back to the mansion past the tennis courts. "We should play," Adrienne said to Wanda, even though the courts were all encased in chain link fences with locks on the doors. "Yeah, we should play! Practice what we learned today! Let's go! I bet I can pick the lock on this fence!"
"Wait, you want to break into the tennis courts where we just had lessons?" Wanda tilted her head and then glanced around before heading over to where the last court was and shoved slightly on the gate door. It swung open and she grinned over her shoulder. "There's no need for lockpicking and if anyone says anything, we can always pull out the Frost card, no?" The wine was forming a nice warm buzz through her system and the idea of a little physical activity after the food and drink made her smile. Besides, she'd enjoyed the tennis lessons more than she actually thought she would - she'd gone along because she'd wanted to spend time with her friend, not because she enjoyed the idea of running a court chasing balls.
"We could pull the Emma Frost card," Adrienne chuckled, pulling the racquets out of the bag she was carrying. "The Adrienne Frost card would just get is thrown into the slammer without question." She pulled a couple tennis balls out of a bucket in a shed in the corner of the court and bounced one experimentally, then lobbed it towards Wanda.
The ball hit the net somewhere in the middle and bounced its way back to Adrienne. Wanda snickered slightly and shook her head. "Is this a case of not enough lessons or too much wine?" she teased, spinning her own racket around slightly as she enjoyed the evening breeze.
Adrienne frowned at her racquet. "Faulty equipment," she decided with a vehement nod. "Definitely not the wine thing. I can hold my wine! And not the lessons because I'm far too much of a natural talent to be that bad no matter how few lessons I've had!" She wound up again and lobbed another ball. "Shit!" Now she knew how Garrison had felt on the golf course. "So are you gonna stick around town for a while now, or are you headed back for parts unknown?"
"If I get to watch Her Majesty of Natural Talent at work, I will still around as long as I have to!" she laughed, watching as Adrienne tried to puzzle out the best way to actually get the ball over to her side of the net. "Seriously, though, I think I will be in the neighborhood for longer than I have been normally." Everytime she admitted to stepping back from the frantic search for Agatha it got a little easier to actually say. "I was chasing vague leads and realized that I was needed here. That I wanted to be here."
"Good," Adrienne nodded, "because I want you to be here." She threw another ball up into the air and whacked it. It hit the net again. She definitely had the power... it must be a problem with the angle of the racquet. Or the wine. "No one else around here has your fabulous taste in wine. Emma knows wine, but she's always drinking cognac. So that totally doesn't count." Adjusting the angle she was holding the racquet at, she tried again, this time sending the ball sailing over the net, and Wanda's head, where it crashed into the back fence of the court. "Shit!"
It bounced a few times and then sadly rolled almost the rest of the way until Wanda stooped to pick it up. "I believe I shall attempt to give this one a try," she said, "or else they shall find us here in the morning trying to get through one serve." She blew a kiss at Adrienne's rude gesture before tossing the tennis ball into the air and swung. Unlike the previous attempts, this one actually made it over the net - and over Adrienne's head, too, in such a wide arc that no one could have it it unless they were flying.
Wanda blinked down at her arms and then shrugged. "Don't know my own strength?" she hazard. Her smile changed as she thought back to what they'd been talking about. "I've missed you too, Adrienne. It will be nice to be home again." Even if it came with enough guilty baggage to fill up an entire airport. But it was what she needed.
"Some down time will be good for you," Adrienne nodded. "After everything that's happened with... Genosha, it can't be a bad thing to take some time to recharge, maybe give yourself a fresh perspective for your search." She grabbed a fresh ball and served it into the net again. "Shit! Oh, hey, so I'm learning how to be a detective," she pointed out with a smirk, "if you need any help with your search, me and my powers are here for ya."
"What, really? I have missed quite a bit, I had no idea you were interested in that sort of career." Though, really. Adrienne's powers would be incredibly useful in that line of work and had proved that a number of times already. Wanda hadn't gone to her friend as often as she might have because some of the stuff that they dealt with - well, she hadn't wanted to make Adrienne See some of those things. Even after, or maybe especially because of, Genosha, Wanda wanted nothing more than to protect her. But she doubted that the thought, however noble, would go over well and there were somethings she needed help with. "I might just take you up on that," she said. "I am having some of Agatha's personal effects sent over and we could use the help when they arrive."
"Oh, yeah, I'm a great detective," Adrienne nodded emphatically. "I have the Charlie's Angels pose down perfectly. The only thing I haven't mastered is peeing in a bottle on a long stakeout. Vee doesn't let me rent cars on the X-Factor account anymore," she deadpanned. "But I'll get the hang of it eventually. Mainly I think Vee keeps me around for my powers, though," she grinned. "So it would be my pleasure to use them to go through Agatha's stuff for you." She even threw in a little bow.
It was always a fun time trying to follow Adrienne's line of thought when the wine had come into play. Wanda's nose wrinkled automatically at the peeing in the bottle, or lack thereof, comment. "I would be more than happy to facilitate your emergence into the gritty world of the private investigator," Wanda said. "After all, what are friends for?"
"Eating with," Adrienne responded with an emphatic nod. "And drinking with. And breaking into places." She thought about it for another moment. What were friends for? "Hiding bodies. Oh! I know this! Shopping? Is the answer shopping?!" She lobbed a couple more balls over the net, having too much energy for her own good.
Just for fun, Wanda actually darted to the left to smack the ball back to Adrienne instead of just letting the tennis ball bounce past her. "Much like 42, the answer is always shopping!" she laughed.
"Assuming, of course, that you have money for it," Adrienne replied, actually managing to return Wanda's shot in a soft underhand shot of her own. "I don't manage to do much shopping these days, thanks to the Black Court, but I'm really enjoying making things for people. Especially shoes. So maybe the answer is always shoes, whether you make them or buy them?"
"Shoes, booze, sex - they all fit into that same category!" Wanda laughed, getting into the 'swing' of things as she managed to hit it again and get it over the net. "What about going out shopping in a group? Say, Ororo, Jean, Marie-Ange, you and myself, to name a few? I highly doubt even the Black Court would want to tangle with that many irritated women."
Adrienne lunged to return Wanda's shot but missed it, whiffing the racquet past empty air. "Shit!" She jogged to the backstop where it had rolled. "Well, the Black Court isn't supposed to be tangling with me now that Emma's inducted me into the White, but that particular group of women would definitely ensure that they don't try to tangle with anyone, I think, yeah," she giggled. "So long as we finish the trip up with some spa time, of course."
Wanda spread her arms. "Can you imagine that group going out on a major shopping spree and not ending up at the spa? Even by accident?"
Cocking her head, Adrienne did try to imagine it. "I've never been to the spa with that group. Or, really... any of those women except Jean and yourself. So I dunno if I can imagine it! I think we should go and then I'll have a picture in my head for imagining." Which may have defeated the purpose of imagining, essentially, but it made sense in her head.
With Adrienne not hitting the tennis ball back over, Wanda took the time to wander over to the automatic tennis ball thrower ... thing. Their instructors earlier had used it during their lessons and she'd been amused by the entire gadget. With no one else around, she was now looking it over. "That's perfect logic. Let's do it so that the next time we have a chance to do it, I'll know what it looks like in my head." She wrinkled her nose as she turned, hand still on the machine. "That sounded dirtier than I thought it would."
"Normally I'd tell you to embrace the dirt and go with the fantasy," Adrienne chuckled, frowning at Wanda's apparent interest in the tennis ball machine, "but considering you and I are the only single women in that group, I don't think you should. Their significant others might kill us. Or want to watch."
Wanda suddenly looked incredibly sheepish. "Ah - has it been so long that I neglected to tell you that Stephen and I got back together?" she said slowly, trying not to cringe because, really, she thought she had.
"Uhh..." Adrienne pondered this for a moment, wondering if the booze was affecting her in some way. "Who's Stephen? I'm pretty sure the only Stephen I know is the one I had killed who you helped me banish after I kicked him in the ghost balls because you're awesome."
"My formerly off-again boyfriend and magician extraordinaire," Wanda said said with a laugh, not feeling as bad anymore. "We're back on again which is ... nice." She turned away, back to the machine, a little ... uncomfortable with talking about her relationship. Not because of any real reason but she'd spent too much time in her life flitting between lovers that it was still odd to her that she was in a fairly solid relationship. She needed more wine to touch upon more emotional matters.
"You'd like him, much better than your ..."
Wanda's powers suddenly flickered lazily on for a moment and then shut off and she shook her head at the suddenness of it. Her powers had been unhappy with her since Genosha but had mostly reacted by not reacting. It normally didn't turn itself back on in fits and starts.
The machine began to send a barrage of tennis balls at Adrienne, who let out an undignified shriek and hit the deck as if it was gunfire. "What the fuck?!?! It's the ghost of dead Steven! I talked about kicking his ghost balls and he's throwing balls at me!"
Dodging tennis balls from an insane machine was hard enough under normal circumstances but it did not help that Wanda was shrieking with laughter as she tried to dodge. Having been so close to it, she'd thrown herself to the side in a scramble to avoid getting anything to the ribs or the face and she was almost on all fours now as she tried to get away.
"Run away!" she laughed, shielding her head.
"I can't run! I'd have to get up to run and I'm gonna get attacked if I get up!" Adrienne yelled back. She tried to crawl a little but was scraping her elbows and cursed, having to stop. Instead, she log-rolled across the court out of the way. Hugging the fence, she tried to make her way over to help Wanda. "Retreat, retreat!"
"I'm trying!" Wanda yelled, yelping as a ball hit her right in the butt - that was going to leave a mark. She grabbed Adrienne's shoulders and pushed her towards the exit, running right behind even as the giggling got worse with every step.