xp_logs | Adrienne and Sue - Baseball watching (backdated)

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Sue and Adrienne meet up in the rec room and start talking.

The common room had been surprisingly empty when Adrienne had walked past to pick up her pizza delivery earlier, so she had set herself up to watch the game on the mansion's biggest tv, the spinach and feta pizza half-eaten on the coffee table as she worked on tooling a high-heel shoe in her lap on the couch, looking up at the game every few seconds. "Oh, come on ump!" she yelled at the tv suddenly, "that was totally on the plate! It's called Lasik, jackass; invest in some!"

Sue sighed as she wandered down the corridor, someone was screaming in the common room, again. It felt like everytime she decided to watch a game someone had beaten her to the punch. Perhaps I should arrive earlier, the blonde thought as she reached the doorway to the common room. "Keep it down Maddie," she teased, "it's not like the Rangers can help themselves..." the girls voice trailed off as she noticed a brunette on the couch instead of the red-head she'd expected. "Ah, immm...Hi Miss Frost."

"Hello, Miss Storm," Adrienne smiled. "Do you follow baseball at all, or were you just trying to tease Miss Pryor?"

Sue gasped holding her hand over her heart and sending an exaggerated look of shock at her teacher, "You think that I'd ever tease dear previous Madelyne?" she asked before she was unable to hold it together and a wide grin split her face. "Yankees girl all the way," she told Adrienne settling down on the edge of the couch.

Adrienne had put the shoe and tools down on the coffee table and picked up the pizza box, intending to offer it to Sue, but when she heard the comment about the Yankees, she hesitated and frowned at Sue, then at the pizza box, then back again. "No pizza for you, Yankees girl," she said in her best Soup Nazi voice. "Oh, okay, fine," she muttered after pretending to have thought about it, and offered the box. "Really? You couldn't like the Mets or something? You have to like the Yankees?"

"Another Yankee hater?" Sue asked sadly as she reached over to grab a slice of pizza. "What's wrong with people at this mansion?" the blonde continued in a more teasing tone of voice. "My father took me to see a Yankees game when we first moved to New York. Well it was more of a we're on a road trip lets go see the Yankees play oh by the way we're moving to New York. It was right before my mother's car crash and the company became more important than his own children." the girl explained. Try as she might Sue couldn't keep a note of anger out of her voice; she could understand why he'd react that way intellectually, or at least she could after devouring every psychology book on grief she could lay her hands on, but forgiving the hurt of her father turning away was an entirely different story. The girl gave Adrienne a sad smile, "The Yankees are the last good family memory I have, who else could I support?" Visibly trying to shake off the sad mood which had come over her she turned to face Adrienne, "What about you? Which team?"

Well, this conversation got really depressing really fast, Adrienne thought wryly as Sue talked about her parents. "Fathers really suck sometimes," was all she could think of to say about it. "I suppose if the Yankees gave you a good happy memory I can't hate them that much, she backtracked. "But I'm a Red Sox fan. Not because of good family memories, though, unfortunately," she added with a snort. "The company was always more important to my father."

Sue didn't know why she was remembering that day trip now, her father hadn't done anything for her recently and she wanted to hate him for that...but she still had the jersey and glove he'd brought locked in her closet. Sue met Adrienne's eyes and gave her a wan smile, "They really do," she agreed, "but you just haaaad to be a Sox fan" she teased trying to recapture the mood from earlier. "a teacher who likes baseball, I thought I'd struck the jackpot."

"I don't look good in pinstripes, sorry," Adrienne shrugged, smirking. "I have a public image to uphold for, y'know, investors and the like. Well, I did have one," she added under her breath. "At least I'm not a Blue Jays fan?" Adrienne pointed out helpfully.

"Everybody looks better in pinstripes," Sue objected, "besides I don't see any investors or you know like anyone here. Besides, I think the sight of you pizza in one hand and a shoe in the other while shouting at the TV is going to put off any investors more than any t-shirt you're wearing" the girl teased before doing a double take. "Ummm, why were you waving a shoe around like a mad woman?"

"Pinstripe suits, maybe," Adrienne conceded, "but white baseball jerseys with pinstripes? Just reminds me of those classic movie pyjamas." She wrinkled her nose at Sue's comment about putting off investors, a nerve being hit inadvertantly by the girl for reminding Adrienne that she wasn't exactly attracting new business ventures these days, anyway. "I'm waving a shoe because... I don't really know," she admitted, smirking. "Because I thought if I was sitting here knitting it might ruin my badass image, and shoe-making is much more badass?"

"They're called classic for a reason," Sue pointed out with a grin, "they wouldn't put it in the movies unless they thought it looked good. Besides at least they're more interesting than a plain white jersey with red piping." Slipping off the armrest where she'd been perched the girl folded her legs beneath her and settled comfortably into the couch cushions. "I don't know how much more badass waving around a shoe is that insane looking," she teased, "but you could take out someones eye with it if you're not careful," she noted examining the shoe Adrienne had dropped on the table.

"Exactly," Adrienne answered, nodding and putting a conspiratorial inflection in her voice, as if she made shoes purely so she could carry them around and take out eyes with them. And then she realized that hadn't exactly been what Sue had said. "Wait, what? If I'm not careful? Oh, no, it doesn't work like that. It's so that I can take out someone's eye if they're not careful. Especially about insulting Red Sox jerseys." She nodded emphatically to make her (albeit joking) point.

"Ah, an important distinction," Sue nodded sagely, "A baseball loving teacher who encourages students to make use of accessories as weapons, I love this school." she teased. "Even if that teacher insists on supporting a completely inferior team," she continued shooting Adrienne a wicked grin while appropriating another slice of the pizza.

"Hey, I wasn't always a teacher, you know," Adrienne defended. "I spent most of my life either being a model or running a modelling and fashion design company. The whole teachery role-model thing is mostly sticking, but sometimes it gets overshadowed by my Other Personality. Miss Miller seems to liken it to some sort of Jekyll and Hyde thing. Besides," she added, "I never encouraged you to use shoes as weapons. All the shoes are mine. You can't have them for weaponization."

"Awwww, no fair Miss Frost," Sue pouted, "That's mean!" A mischievous glint appeared in the girls eyes and she smiled sweetly at the teacher, "You get shoes right, so everything else is up for grabs, right? Cause you could have some real fun with the right jewelry." She blinked and turned to face the woman, "Oh er a odel?" she asked in surprise around a mouthful of pizza, swallowing before repeating herself, "You used to be a model? How'd you end up teaching at a school?"

"I was on the run from the law. This seemed like a good place to hide out." Adrienne deadpanned, chewing on a piece of pizza herself. Sue didn't need to know that was pretty much the reason why Adrienne had actually come to the school.

Sue stared at Adrienne suspiciously, not sure if the teacher was serious or just pulling her leg before she grinned wickedly. "So now you're a shoe wielding wrong baseball-team supporting on the run convict teacher. Is there anything else you wanna add to the list?"

"Umm..." Adrienne pretended to think about that seriously, "my mutant powers enable me to pick out a cheating student at thirty paces?" She made a gun gesture with a hand and aimed it at a hypothetical student, made a bullet-y sound effect, and blew on her finger.

"That...that's evil," Sue replied in a scandalized tone of voice, "cheating on tests is a sacred student right. Or trying to cheat anyway, it's like the eternal struggle between examiners and students, and you're like the super anti-cheat watchdog."

"Well, you students are all mutants, too," Adrienne pointed out with a raised eyebrow, "you should put your heads together and figure out a way to beat the anti-cheat watchdog if it means that much to you. Be creative. Work together. You know, all those encouraging things a teacher's supposed to say."

"Are you actually supposed to be encouraging me to find a way to cheat in exams?" Sue asked curiously, "Cause you're like my favorite teacher ever then. Not that I'd ever cheat of course."

"I'm not encouraging you to cheat," the teacher replied innocently, polishing off the piece of pizza and looking up at the tv screen when she heard the crack of a bat. "I'm encouraging you to try and be creative enough to try and get away with it. But because I'm confident in my abilities to thwart you, I don't expect you'll actually be cheating. Of course," she shrugged, "even if you tried, I'm sure you'd get into deep shit with the Professor, so I wouldn't recommend even trying. There. Responsible adult lecture given."

"And now don't you feel better now, all responsible and older," Sue asked shooting Adrienne a cheeky grin. "Even if you are perhaps the shadiest teacher I've ever known." She shook her head and tried to look disapprovingly at Adrienne. "I mean think of the example you're setting to the poor impressionable children."

"Hey! It's you children who have been all negative influencey on me," Adrienne protested, sounding horrified. "I do so much stupid sh-tuff now because I spend my days with crazy teenagers. Like the video games! And the damn youtube videos. And bungee jumping. And skateboarding! I could go on," she pointed out, making a face at Sue.

"On behalf of all students at the mansion I would just like to say you're welcome! We do our best to make your life that much more awesome. it's so nice to be appreciated." Sue replied sticking her tongue out at Adrienne. "Layla convinced you to take up skateboarding too huh?"

"In a very brief moment of insanity," Adrienne admitted, still making a face.

"Did you fall over too?" Sue commiserated,

"More times than I care to count," the older woman answered wryly. "I'm just thankful I was wearing my armoured motorcycle gear so I didn't break anything."

Sue just stared at Adrienne her slice of pizza half way to her mouth. "You have a motorcycle?" she managed to squeak out. Ok, so teachers at this school weren't quite what she had expected.

"Just a little one," Adrienne answered, gesturing with her fingers as she said it. "A Kawasakii Ninja. If you weren't a Yankees fan I'd encourage you to take your lessons with Scott Summers and do your road test and I'd let you borrow it. But alas."

"Is that a good bike?" Sue asked innocently, she could name all the parts of DNA or the elements of the periodic table but cars and bikes had never really interested her. Smiling she turned a pair of puppy dog eyes on Adrienne, "You wouldn't hold a small thing like that against me would you?"

"I guess so," Adrienne answered in response to whether her Ninja was a good bike. "I was told by someone who knows much more about these things than me that it's a good starter bike. But it's the only one I've owned, so I don't have much to compare it to, besides a Ducati, which I'm working my way up to." As for the other question, she stared at Sue for a few moments with a frown on her face as if sizing the girl up. "Well... maaaaaaaaybe I won't hold it against you," she murmured, making a face again. "You seem cool, despite the whole unfortunate Yankees fan thing. So we'll see. If they win the World Series, I don't know. If they don't, you're in a much better position."

Sue pretended to consider that for a moment. "Hmm, World Series vs the chance to drive a motorbike. You know you're evil right? That's not a decision anyone should be asked to make. If I had to choose I'd take the world series, I mean Ithere is always the chance you;d relent. You know in light of my awesome personality, and you know you're not likely to fall while watching baseball." she replied grinning at Adrienne.

Thoroughly amused that Sue kept calling her evil, Adrienne chuckled a little and shook her head. "You think I'd relent? Oh, how little you... well, okay, yeah, I probably would," she realized, shrugging.

Sue grinned triumphantly at Adrienne and snagged another slice of pizza. "It's cause you're too nice to hold the little things against people," she said confidently.

Adrienne looked horrified all of a sudden. "Christ, is it really? Damnit! When and how did that happen?"

"Ummm," Sue looked at Adrienne with a little bit of alarm. "When you offered to share your pizza?" she guessed.

Laughing at that, Adrienne gave Sue a bemused smirk. "I just started being nice when I offered to share my pizza? That's brilliant. Yeah, let's go with that. I think I'm gonna like you, Sue Storm," she grinned.