Wanda and Felicia (backdated)

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Felicia managed to survive Adrienne's birthday party but barely, so she shows up on Wanda's doorstep and demands breakfast.

The inside of Wanda's apartment resembled more of a tomb than anything else at the moment. She'd gotten home late or, well, early and had managed to keep vertical long enough to stagger around to close all the shades and curtains. There was enough awareness there to know that whenever she woke up, it was going to be painful even in the complete darkness.

That done, she'd yanked off the costume and crawled into bed, not even remembering hitting the bed.

Several hours later, the breeze from the open window gently moved the drapes back and forth just enough that a sliver of sunlight drifted in and out. It was oddly synchronized with a quiet scratching noise on the other side of her door, accompanied by the occasional curse. The door eventually swung open, hitting the door jam with a soft thud. Felicia stood on the other side, folding a set of lock picks back into their leather folder with one hand, the other rubbing her temple.

"Up, lady. There is nothing in my kitchenette, I can't figure out how pants work, and you are the cause of my misery," she said, crossing the living room to enter Wanda's kitchen. "Also, the locks here are disappointing. I should not have been able to do that in this much pain. I didn't even know I could get hangovers anymore."

There was a deep groan from the bedroom, followed by cursing in a thick, tired accent. Wanda slowly sat up and glared in the direction of her front door, though she wasn't able to actually see her invader. She thought about simply ignoring Felicia and going back to sleep but from the sullen thumping happening in her kitchen, she doubted that was an option.

There was no grace in the way she tumbled out of bed or pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top but at least she was up. Even though her head was hell bent on her not being up. She paused in the doorway and glared at the blonde, saying something else in another language. She translated, "I just said I wish your fingers would fall off. I'm not sure in what language."

Felicia had collapsed onto one of the kitchenette bar stools, her silk kimono open to the tops of her pale thighs, ankles hooked around the feet rests. Her temple was resting on the counter, and she opened one eye at Wanda's foreign outburst. "That's only because you haven't seen the other things my fingers do. Now make caffeine and or food happen, pain bringer. Preying on out of practice individuals, just out of cover. Shaaaame."

"You must have me mistaken for someone who actually has shame," Wanda responded. She was half tempted to go back to bed but her stomach and head reminded her that food and caffeine would actually be good for her. Rubbing the side of her face in defeat, she staggered into the kitchen and winced at the temperate of the floor on her poor feet.

The coffee pot was set to brew - and brew quickly, damn it - and she pulled out a carafe of water from her fridge and plonked it down next to Felicia's head. The glasses came next. "Also, I only forced you into a costume and down to the party itself. I did not force you to drink." She squinted in thought. "I may have purchased several drinks for you though..."

"Shaaaame..." Felicia repeated eloquently, watching the water processional with half interest. She gradually sat up, pouring both of them a glass as Wanda began puttering around, pulling out breakfast makings. "Those chocolate mint ones were amazing, though, even if I'm pretty sure all the sugar is the cause for uh. Most of this."

"Yes, let us blame the sugar and not the alcohol content." Though Felicia had a point. Wanda normally stuck to more normal drinks - beer, wine, whisky. "Either that or my liver has gotten old and cranky and peaced out on me last night. Which is also a possibility." Eggs, bacon, toast - all of the toast - were shoved on the counterspace. It was still more like someone smacking their hands at things than actual thought being put into it but it was something, at least.

Drinking heavily from her tumbler, Felicia ignored Wanda's sass, glaring heavily instead, and put to use her self preservation skills by ignoring any and all age commentary. "I can make toast?" she said, more of a question than probably respectable, as she poured herself another glass. "And approve of your hangover choices so far."

"You can thank long practice, sadly," Wanda grunted, moving the toaster from the opposite counter to the nearest plug to Felicia. She was not a complete monster and she thought Fi would enjoy a little more sitting time. "And I go through nearly as much food as most energy users, so my kitchen is always well stocked." She paused and then admitted as she turned back to start on the bacon, "Not always by me. Amanda seems to have a vested interest in keeping me feed."

"But I was practiced! Stupid covers being boring and no drink-y." Felicia pulled the bread towards her and started the toast making ritual; bread in, push lever, stare angrily until toast appears. "Minions seem to be a common theme here. Do you get assigned one when you arrive? Because someone forgot to deliver mine. Sad."

Wanda laughed and then immediately regretted it as her head pounded in response. "It certainly seems that way," she responded, blearily dumping things into a heated skillet. Everything she was making was hearty and would help their hangovers but everything was also super easy to make. Her survival instincts had been honed over many years. "Just wait because you, too, will probably find someone to call your own and plot world domination with. Mine even made me business cards."

Though it had certainly been a long time since Amanda and the other younger members were minions. More like co-conspirators.

"Aww... see, that's fucking precious. I want that. I think," Felicia said, slowly drumming the pads of her fingers on the counter, trying to be patient and wait. "Or I'm mad everyone else has one and I don't, it's hard to tell. Only child."

"Really? I have a twin brother that I am sometimes keen to sell for at a discount. So keep that in mind the next time you get sad that you were an only child. You could buy one without even needing to ask his permission." Wanda huffed and flipped eggs. "Twelve minutes older my arse."

The first set of toast popped and Felicia traded toasted for untoasted, pushing down the lever, before eying the fridge. "I have Warren if I want someone to fill the older brother that gets bossed around role, though to be honest, while having my mother split her time on another sibling would be nice, I'm fine otherwise. I just meant only child in that what's mine is mine and what's yours is probably also mine, if I want it, which is usually the case if I don't have it." She finally got up, opening the fridge and retrieving a small tub of margarine, double checking that it was, indeed, the olive oil kind, before continuing. "The stealing thing is usually just with strangers, though. Just letting you know so you don't lock up your silverware."

Wanda snorted in amusement, grimacing at the pain in her head. "I appreciate that. I already have to plot where to hide the good food in case Jubilee goes apartment crawling. Though she really only does it to those she cares about." She gave Felicia a wry look. "It appears to be a way of showing affection." The comment about Warren had piqued her interest. "So you know the golden boy? Would you be terribly upset if I stomped on him a little bit? If my vaguely fuzzy memory from last night serves me right, he did someone I rather like wrong. I promise no permanent damage."

"Have at it, he's an idiot. He's my idiot, and I love him, but." Felicia shrugged, having at some point acquired a knife, and began lightly buttering with the odd gesture for emphasis. "Still an idiot. Let me know if you need help, I will require a bribe but I also have the keys to his everything."

"You are now my favorite person ever and I am sorry that I poisoned you with delicious, delicious alcohol last night." Wanda started bringing the food over and she smiled. "First, food. Second, a nap. Third, revenge."

Felicia practically purred around the piece of toast in her mouth, pulling her food closer to her. "You are forgiven, bringer of food."