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xp_logsLooking for a quiet drink away from the mansion, Amanda runs into Warren.
So much in this new world had changed, it was hard to keep track sometimes. But there were other things that hadn't changed, and Harry's Hideaway was one of them. And, considering the chaos of the mansion, and the fact that she was living around teenagers again, Amanda was very glad of that.
She made for the bar, pulling up a stool and climbing onto it. "Guinness, please," she ordered, dropping her bag on the bar in front of her. A drink, maybe two, some quiet time and hopefully she'd be able to put on a better mood before she went back to the mansion.
It was interesting to sit and relax at a bar during the day. This was not something he did on a regular basis, but nowhere had seemed appealing to him that day. Not the Mansion, not his home, and not his office. Instead, he'd remembered a place that Scott had told him about and that was how he ended up at Harry's Hideaway.
People watching was something he enjoyed doing, even as it looked like he was doing actual work. Which he was. Barely. When Amanda walked in, it was the perfect excuse to relax.
Sliding up next to her, he made a motion to the bartender. "Make that two," he said, "and put it on my tab." He gave Amanda one of his trademarked, dimpled smiles. "So what brings you here in the middle of the day? Playing hooky?"
Amanda started, raising her eyebrow at the sudden visitor. "Warren, right?" she confirmed as the beers appeared. "From the mansion? I think I've seen you in the halls a few times."
Warren pretended to be insulted. "You mean you don't know who I am immediately?" he placed a hand on his chest and shook his head sadly. "A man as devilishly handsome as I should be immediately recognized. After all," he added with a cheeky grin, "I know who you are."
Amanda snorted to herself. No matter how much the world changed, Warren Worthington would always be, well, Warren Worthington. "Oh, you do, do you?" she replied, arching an eyebrow at him. "And who would I be?"
"A beautiful woman in need of a drink," he dead-panned, motioning to the newly deposited beer. He picked his up and tilted the bottom towards her as he poised himself to take a sip. "I'm also fairly certain your name begins with an A."
"Lucky guess," she said, but she picked up the drink in front of her and held it up in salute to the buyer. "But yeah, I'm Amanda. Resident of Xavier's and go-to for all your occult needs."
He nodded. "All jokes aside, I think I knew that. You must be a good person to know.....and conversely, a person I should never anger." Warren gave a grin. "I'm good at guessing these things. So Amanda, salud . As long as you need company, I'm here for you."
It had been on the tip of her tongue to tell him she wasn't in the mood for company, but something in his manner made her change her mind. Talking with Warren had always been relaxing, in the sense that she could be as silly and flirty and non-serious as she wanted to be. And after the disaster on the ship, she could really do with that. "Yeah, that'd be good. Pull up a pew, my good sir, and I promise I won't ask the usual question about how you're finding the mansion." She gave him a winning smile as she indicated the stool next to her.
"Fantastic," he replied with a grin. "I'm running out of synonyms for the word 'good'. Are people afraid that I'd never speak up if I didn't enjoy it? Because I would." he took a swig of his drink. "I'm very vocal about my likes and dislikes." There might have been a slight wink with that statement. Maybe.
Amanda shrugged. "It tends to be what people ask when they aren't sure what to talk about. Which, with you, is silly, since you're not backwards about conversation either." She sipped at her beer and licked the foam off her lips, perhaps a little more slowly than necessary. Two could play at that game. "Finding enough to keep you occupied?"
He watched her lick her lips, amused at her reaction. Amused, but not surprised. He had that effect on women. "I'm not bored, if that's what you're asking, but I'm always open to suggestions." Warren gave her a coy grin. "And I have a feeling you're full of good ideas."
"Oh, I have plenty of ideas. For all sorts of things." Amanda grinned wickedly. "I'm surprised you haven't been warned about me already. Meddling in the affairs of witches and all that."
"Meddling with witches," he repeated, musing on her words. "I think that would deserve a curse, right? And if Disney has taught me anything, true love's kiss can cure anything.". He flashed a smile. "I'm happy to test that theory."
"That's only for princesses," she reminded him with a laugh. "Even if you are the prettiest prince that ever was, I have a feeling it's more 'true lust's kiss' in your case."
Moving his hand over his heart, he gave her a wounded look. "I'm hurt. I'll have you know I'm a complex man with many emotions.". A smile creeped across his face. "I have much more pleasant ones than lust, if you're ever interested."
"Not enough "ooooo"s in "smooth" for you, pretty-boy," laughed Amanda. "Try any harder and you might break something."
Warren joined her in her laughter. "But I got a laugh out of you, and really that's all I care about. Has anyone told you what a beautiful smile you have? At least, in the last hour or so? Because I think it's about time I took out the really cheesy lines. I can even check your shirt to see if you're Made in Heaven."
"I think you're closer to that than me, Wings," she replied with a wink.
"You've never heard of a fallen angel?"
"You didn't fall so much as sauntered vaguely downwards," was Amanda's counter, relying on a Terry Pratchett quote, given the perfect opening. "Whereas you don't get further than angelic than me."
Warren grinned. "I would've used the word 'swagger' but saunter is good too." He finished his beer and motioned to the bartender for another one. "I also would accept 'strut'." Cocking his head, Warren thought for a moment. "And you look plenty angelic to me. No visible tattoos or piercings. Your hair is an acceptable colour. Or is it the hidden stuff I should be looking for? Maybe there are piercings," he stated, a sly look on his face.
"Never judge a book by its cover," she told him, before poking out her tongue to show him the stud. "I've got all sorts of hidden depths. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll find some of them out." She reflected the scars on her back would definitely be a shock - they went way beyond the usual body art, thanks to Candra. Apparently Xorn hadn't seen fit to wipe that aspect of history, damnit.
He gave her a coy grin. "You know what they say about girls with pierced tongues."
"We're awesome and amazing and brilliant?"
Warren smiled widely. "Exactly that. Glad to know it's true then." He looked at her nearly empty glass. "Another one? Or should I be buying you something to eat at this point?"
Amanda snorted. "Oh, that's how it is, is it?" she replied, rising to the challenge. "Challenging the Brit on her drinking capacity? All right, my son, you are on."
So much in this new world had changed, it was hard to keep track sometimes. But there were other things that hadn't changed, and Harry's Hideaway was one of them. And, considering the chaos of the mansion, and the fact that she was living around teenagers again, Amanda was very glad of that.
She made for the bar, pulling up a stool and climbing onto it. "Guinness, please," she ordered, dropping her bag on the bar in front of her. A drink, maybe two, some quiet time and hopefully she'd be able to put on a better mood before she went back to the mansion.
It was interesting to sit and relax at a bar during the day. This was not something he did on a regular basis, but nowhere had seemed appealing to him that day. Not the Mansion, not his home, and not his office. Instead, he'd remembered a place that Scott had told him about and that was how he ended up at Harry's Hideaway.
People watching was something he enjoyed doing, even as it looked like he was doing actual work. Which he was. Barely. When Amanda walked in, it was the perfect excuse to relax.
Sliding up next to her, he made a motion to the bartender. "Make that two," he said, "and put it on my tab." He gave Amanda one of his trademarked, dimpled smiles. "So what brings you here in the middle of the day? Playing hooky?"
Amanda started, raising her eyebrow at the sudden visitor. "Warren, right?" she confirmed as the beers appeared. "From the mansion? I think I've seen you in the halls a few times."
Warren pretended to be insulted. "You mean you don't know who I am immediately?" he placed a hand on his chest and shook his head sadly. "A man as devilishly handsome as I should be immediately recognized. After all," he added with a cheeky grin, "I know who you are."
Amanda snorted to herself. No matter how much the world changed, Warren Worthington would always be, well, Warren Worthington. "Oh, you do, do you?" she replied, arching an eyebrow at him. "And who would I be?"
"A beautiful woman in need of a drink," he dead-panned, motioning to the newly deposited beer. He picked his up and tilted the bottom towards her as he poised himself to take a sip. "I'm also fairly certain your name begins with an A."
"Lucky guess," she said, but she picked up the drink in front of her and held it up in salute to the buyer. "But yeah, I'm Amanda. Resident of Xavier's and go-to for all your occult needs."
He nodded. "All jokes aside, I think I knew that. You must be a good person to know.....and conversely, a person I should never anger." Warren gave a grin. "I'm good at guessing these things. So Amanda, salud . As long as you need company, I'm here for you."
It had been on the tip of her tongue to tell him she wasn't in the mood for company, but something in his manner made her change her mind. Talking with Warren had always been relaxing, in the sense that she could be as silly and flirty and non-serious as she wanted to be. And after the disaster on the ship, she could really do with that. "Yeah, that'd be good. Pull up a pew, my good sir, and I promise I won't ask the usual question about how you're finding the mansion." She gave him a winning smile as she indicated the stool next to her.
"Fantastic," he replied with a grin. "I'm running out of synonyms for the word 'good'. Are people afraid that I'd never speak up if I didn't enjoy it? Because I would." he took a swig of his drink. "I'm very vocal about my likes and dislikes." There might have been a slight wink with that statement. Maybe.
Amanda shrugged. "It tends to be what people ask when they aren't sure what to talk about. Which, with you, is silly, since you're not backwards about conversation either." She sipped at her beer and licked the foam off her lips, perhaps a little more slowly than necessary. Two could play at that game. "Finding enough to keep you occupied?"
He watched her lick her lips, amused at her reaction. Amused, but not surprised. He had that effect on women. "I'm not bored, if that's what you're asking, but I'm always open to suggestions." Warren gave her a coy grin. "And I have a feeling you're full of good ideas."
"Oh, I have plenty of ideas. For all sorts of things." Amanda grinned wickedly. "I'm surprised you haven't been warned about me already. Meddling in the affairs of witches and all that."
"Meddling with witches," he repeated, musing on her words. "I think that would deserve a curse, right? And if Disney has taught me anything, true love's kiss can cure anything.". He flashed a smile. "I'm happy to test that theory."
"That's only for princesses," she reminded him with a laugh. "Even if you are the prettiest prince that ever was, I have a feeling it's more 'true lust's kiss' in your case."
Moving his hand over his heart, he gave her a wounded look. "I'm hurt. I'll have you know I'm a complex man with many emotions.". A smile creeped across his face. "I have much more pleasant ones than lust, if you're ever interested."
"Not enough "ooooo"s in "smooth" for you, pretty-boy," laughed Amanda. "Try any harder and you might break something."
Warren joined her in her laughter. "But I got a laugh out of you, and really that's all I care about. Has anyone told you what a beautiful smile you have? At least, in the last hour or so? Because I think it's about time I took out the really cheesy lines. I can even check your shirt to see if you're Made in Heaven."
"I think you're closer to that than me, Wings," she replied with a wink.
"You've never heard of a fallen angel?"
"You didn't fall so much as sauntered vaguely downwards," was Amanda's counter, relying on a Terry Pratchett quote, given the perfect opening. "Whereas you don't get further than angelic than me."
Warren grinned. "I would've used the word 'swagger' but saunter is good too." He finished his beer and motioned to the bartender for another one. "I also would accept 'strut'." Cocking his head, Warren thought for a moment. "And you look plenty angelic to me. No visible tattoos or piercings. Your hair is an acceptable colour. Or is it the hidden stuff I should be looking for? Maybe there are piercings," he stated, a sly look on his face.
"Never judge a book by its cover," she told him, before poking out her tongue to show him the stud. "I've got all sorts of hidden depths. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll find some of them out." She reflected the scars on her back would definitely be a shock - they went way beyond the usual body art, thanks to Candra. Apparently Xorn hadn't seen fit to wipe that aspect of history, damnit.
He gave her a coy grin. "You know what they say about girls with pierced tongues."
"We're awesome and amazing and brilliant?"
Warren smiled widely. "Exactly that. Glad to know it's true then." He looked at her nearly empty glass. "Another one? Or should I be buying you something to eat at this point?"
Amanda snorted. "Oh, that's how it is, is it?" she replied, rising to the challenge. "Challenging the Brit on her drinking capacity? All right, my son, you are on."
