Log: Sue and Warren

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Warren and Sue spend some quality time together after a party, unicorns and sandmen are involved.

Sue was fun. There were no other words for it. Whenever he spent time with her, he found himself full of laughter. Since going to the Mansion, he hadn't actually had any time to hang out with her, other than the odd text message, so when he realized they had to attend the same society dinner together, he told her she was going back with him to his place, and to bring her pyjamas.

Of course, he knew what everyone thought when it was clear they were going to leave together and he didn't really feel like correcting them. His ego always enjoyed it, and Sue didn't seem to mind the insinuations. Placing a hand on the small of her back, he escorted her out, smug look on his face, and allowed for whatever pictures would happen, as they inevitably did, getting into his car.

The car ride to his penthouse was fun, and when walking into the place, Luz raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead, she packed up and left, leaving the home empty. "So, if you'd like to change into something more comfortable," he said with a suggestive wink, "feel free to let yourself become the animal you know you are."

Sue grinned, "Oh Warren, I don't know about that, if I let the animal loose then well, I'm not sure I could keep my...paws of you," she tilted her head and winked cheekily back at him, "I totally bet I could get you in a noogie if I got a running start for a jump." she told him with a broad smile before disappearing off through a door with her overnight bag.

Warren snickered. For all that Sue was very attractive and easily desirable, he found he enjoyed her friendship immensely. There was a sense of 'little sister' that made him for more protective than anything else. "Good luck with the noogie. You're too short and besides, if you touched my hair, I'd have to kill you," he called to her, heading to the fridge. Society dinners always had good food but in limited quantities. He was starved.

"Am I the only one that found Dahlia's dress to be offputting? The woman is 60. She should not wear anything sheer."

"The sight totally made me loose my appetite," Sue admitted from behind the door, "I mean she looks good for a 60 year old, but even I wouldn't think of wearing that dress. And I'd wear just about everything," She pulled open the door and leaped out striking a pose, "see." The petite blonde grinned at Warren, "totally an animal," she gestured at the teddy bear onesie "What do you think?"

"You're so cuddly," he exclaimed, a bunch of grapes in one hand. "See? I purchase excellent gifts. It's a talent. Just wait until your birthday." He tossed a grape into his mouth and smiled broadly. "You'll be so impressed, you'll be telling everyone how amazing I am. Even more than you already do. Open your mouth," he added, before throwing a grape in her direction.

The blonde bounced up to catch the grape before smiling beatifically at Warren, "3 point catch!" She exclaimed proudly clasping her hands above her head. "And the crowd goes wild," Sue laughed as she made her way over to Warren stealing another grape. "So apparently unicorns don't exist...yet, and I'm not allowed to make robot pets anymore after last time. I mean one little laser show and hte government thinks that they're dangerous." So yeah anyway until we get done with the genetic testing this'll have to do as a thank you." she informed Warren holding out a wrapped package.

Warren reluctantly took the package from her. With Sue, there could be a multitude of things in there. Drugs. Aliens. A miniature cat. He had no idea. At least his purchases all came from a store.

"Thank you," he said. "I think. Will I get arrested for what's in there?"

Sue stroked her chin pensively, "Hmm, perhaps, only in certain countries or at least places. Diagon alley for sure."

Raising his eyebrows at her, he chuckled. "Well, I probably deserve whatever is in here." Carefully opening his present, ensuring there was no ripping of the wrapping paper, he was puzzled for a second by the soft object until he lifted it up and realized what it was. And then he couldn't stop laughing. Stretching it out, he shook his head. "A unicorn onesie. To quote you, how did you know my heart's fondest desire?"

"Don't you know? I give the best gifts," sue quoted with a smile as she waggled her eyebrows. "Go try it on, I think I got the right size."

He was amused that she threw his words back at him, but this did lead into a predicament. His gut said he could trust her. She'd quickly become one of his best friends, but it was still a hard secret to get out.

"I don't know if I can wear this right now," he said slowly, doing his best not to turn the mood serious. "Well. I could. But I would need to tell you something first."

"Ooook, this isn't ominous at all," Sue pointed out slowly, "Is this the part where you tell me that you actually have a beer belly and wear a girdle?"

That received a deserved glare. He lifted up his shirt to show perfectly sculpted abs. "No. And you're a bitch." He cleared his throat anf sighed deeply. "What would you say if there was something....unique about me. Something most of the population doesn't have and never will have?"

The blonde gave him an apologetic smile, "You're gonna have to narrow it down a little there Warren, you have money, a great apartment, the looks of a god, a nice car."

"I'm thinking more on a ...genetic level," he said vaguely.

Sue pursed her lips, "So you're saying that the Worthington's have been engaging in a set of genetic trials with teh aim of proucing genetic supermen, or that you're a mutant?"

"Can we say both?" He shook his head. "I'll tell you all about that later, but yeah.". Warren stood up straighter and gave her a crooked smile. "I'm a mutant. Don't hate me."

"I knew it, I knew the Worthington's had been trying to make themselves better than everyone else! How else do you explain all that," she asked with a gesture taking in all of Warren before smiling at him, "As I recall you saved me from getting lynched by a mob specifically for being pro-mutant. What possible reason would I have for hating you?...unless your mutation is to be a vampire in which case back foul demon!" The young woman blew a rasberry at Warren, "So what can you do? do you have a tail or another pair of arms?" It had to be something physical if he was afraid of wearing the onesie."

He'd completely forgotten about that. "No. I have all required pieces to be this God you see before you." Warren grinned. "And then some. I have wings." and remembering Lorna's comment, he added, "Not little cupid ones. Magestic ones."

"Majestic wings...as in like you have angel wings or demon's wings or something?"

He glared at her. "Majestic has positive connotations. Stop being ridiculous. How many times do I have to tell you to praise me," he teased.

"Obviously at least once more," Sue countered with a grin, "I am not sufficiently impressed by your aura of awesome."

"You should be," he announced. "I don't let people in the inner circle often."

"Isn't that a sign of how awesome I am and not how awesome you are?" Sue asked with a cheeky smile.

He glared and pointed a finger at her, trying to think of an answer. "I'll have a come back for you after I change," he finally stated. It wasn't often that he couldn't think of a quip.

Looking at the pjs, he figured he could alter the back for his wings, but he wouldn't be able to do that now. Instead, he grabbed a pair of his favourite bottoms and walked out,topless.

"Next time you stay over, I'll have altered the other ones. Too much work. I'd rather smoke a joint. You in?"

"Next time? Making some assumptions there aren't you Warren?" Sue teased distractedly as she stared at Warren's wings. "May I?" she gave him a questioning look as she nodded at hte feathered wings sprouting from his back.

He gave her a look. After Jean, no one else had touched then but he had to admit, it was a good feeling. Nodding yes,he moved over to his table to start rolling his smoke.

Stepping up behind Warren Sue carefully ran her fingers over the wings, "Hmmm, hollow like a birds but bigger than you'd expect. They must have some kind of reinforcements in the structur to hold themselves up. Real feathers too, which means." the young woman tilted her head, lost in full scientist mode, "Do you have to preen them? or do hey take care of themselves?"

"I oil them up," he said offhandedly. It didn't take him long to roll his joint. Walking towards the window, he opened it and sat on the window seat. "And what do you mean hollow bones?". A quick flick of his lighter, and he inhaled quickly. After a few seconds he exhaled, and offered it to Sue. "I have hollow bones?"

"That makes sense, it's not like you're really half bird," Sue muttered to herself before smiling at Warren and tapping his wing bones gently, "You must be," she told him, "normal bones are too dense and solid, you'd never get off the ground under you own momentum without that...You can actually fly right?" she asked curiously, "They're not just for show right?"

"I can fly." He paused and thought for a moment, allowing the drugs to take their time. "I fly amazingly well. Hollow bones, huh. I wonder what else I have. I've never had a workup or anything done, so I don't quite know."

Sue grinned, "You'll have to show me sometime," she noted her gaze still locked onto the wings, "I could give you a work up you know, or you could get one at the mansion. Find out exactly what we can expect out of you, I mean you get a cool power. Not like me," as the spoke the blonde vanished, reappearing 5 feet away with a grin on her face.

Warren blinked. Looked at the joint in his hand. He was sure he hadn't laced it with anything. "Did you just teleport ? You have the audacity to say my power is cooler than that? We need to have a discussion on this. I am definitely not high enough though. I'd like to make that clear right now."

Sue grinned, "Oh I wish, teleportation would be so cool, I've got nothing like that," Sue vanished again and the sound of footsteps faded towards the kitchen and two beers appeared floating through the air towards Warren before Sue reappeared holding them, "Wanna try another guess?" she asked an impish grin on her face.

Warren furrowed his brow, stubbed out his joint, and reached for the beer. It wasn't teleportation. Obviously not TK-- he'd seen Jean use that before. And there were definite footsteps...."Invisibility?"

"Bingo," Sue cheered passing Warren one of the beer bottles, "well almost," she allowed taking a sip herself. "Actually forcefields, I can make all the forcefields, and well bending light around one makes me invisible. Not quite the Invisible Man, but close as to it makes no difference."

"All the forcefields you say," he mused as he drank his beer. The combination of alcohol and drugs was definitely getting to his head. "I haven't the slightest idea how many forcefields there are in the world,but you, my darling, are being promoted to my personal bodyguard.". He threw his hands in the air, a cheery grin on his face. "Deflect all the bullets with all the forcefields!"

"Wait now, I have to jump infront of a speeding bullet for you?" Sue asked quirking an eyebrow at Warren, "Isn't that your job to jump infront and protect me being the older gallant individual that you are?" she asked with a grin, "Although..." the blonde gave Warren a teasing look, "how much does this position pay and how many people have you managed to piss off recently?"

He gave her a look at the 'older' comment. "I'm a billionaire playboy," he drawled. "I've pissed off many people. In fact, I'm sure that everyone at the party is thinking I'm defiling you right now." He leaned back in his chair, arm thrown over the back, his legs stretched out in front of him. "And they're all very angry they don't get to, I'd like to add. You're young and pleasing to the eye." He tilted his head. "Very pleasing. And young. Maybe you had a right to call me old. I try to stay away from the under-25. Too needy."

"Awww, but where's the fun in that?" Sue mock pouted, "why limit yourself, besides surely it takes someone younger to keep up with you these days. Although, Jolene tells me that a red haired doctor seems to have been taking up more and more of you time, should I be jealous? Has the great Warren Worthington finally been tamed?" she teased mercilessly before relenting with a fond smile. "I'm not that young," she pointed out, "and besides I'm sure that I'm having a much more enjoyable time here poking holes in your ego than I would with anyone else at that party. Although," and impish grin spread over the blonde's face, "If they, and your neighbors, are expecting it, I'd hate to disappoint." she told him glancing at the bed visible through the bedroom door.

Jean was a sobering thought. She wouldn't approve of anything that was happening in that apartment.‎ Or understand it.

Warren wasn't sure he understood either. But it was fun amd Sue was fun, and he was high as a kite.

"And how do you plan on not disappointing my neighbours?," he asked, finishing his beer.

"Well they expect to hear a bed creaking and loud noises, so that's exactly what we're going to give them!" Sue exclaimed happily grabbing Warren's hand and dragging him towards the bed.

Warren allowed himself to be dragged along, but he protested her comment. ‎ "My bed doesn't creak!"

A few minutes of jumping on the bed though, and he was amazed at how loud it was. "We better not break this bed..."

"It's no fun unless you actually break something, besides think what the neighbours would say..." her eyes twinkled as she bounced on the bed, "Oh god Warren," she exclaimed loudly winking at him before she continued in a more normal voice, "think how awesome the look on their faces would be tomorrow."

He dissolved into laughter as she faked bedroom noises. "You've clearly done this before," he teased. "Don't forget to comment on the size."

"What, made loud noises in a bedroom, or jumped up and down on a bed to mess with the neighbors?" Sue asked with a wink

"Faked an orgasm," Warren responded dryly. Pulling her down on the bed next to him, he curled up behind her. ‎ "Now stop wiggling. I think I'm tired. Be a good bodyguard and protect me while I sleep."

"Well, I'll never tell," she noted snuggling into the bed, they'd definitely softened it up with the jumping, "expect to get threatened a lot, those terrible sheep and and the nasty sandman," she teased with a huge yawn struggling to keep her eyes open. Warren was warm and the bed was comfy.