Sue and Warren: Just stakeout things
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xp_logsWarren and Sue spend some time trapped in a car talking about their love lives...or lack of such.
"I should have peed before we left," Warren mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the driver seat. "Why didn't you remind me? I believe that was on the checklist. Remind Warren to pee." He glanced over at his blonde sidekick and glared. "Right next to no carbs after midnight."
Although the pizza and fries did look (and smell) amazing. With a sigh, he reached over for a piece. "You're lucky that my mutant ability is looking fantastic. Otherwise, I'd be dragging you to the gym with me tomorrow morning."
"It was on the checklist," Sue agreed, grinning playfully at her friend seated next to her, "Right underneath the checkbox which said Don't tell Warren to go to the toilet so that you can laugh at him." She leaned back tilting her seat back so that her feet could rest on the dashboard in front of her, "You dragged me out of my nice warm bed to sit in a car with a camera. Did you really think I wouldn't get you back somehow Worthington?" Sue smirked poking the man in the side, "Besides you could always pretend this is a movie and go in one of those empty drink containers.
"It's called 'work', Ms. Storm." Warren peered out the window, narrowing his eyes slightly even though he didn't need to. Perfect, bird-like vision had its pluses. "And I know you're wearing your pyjamas under your clothes, so you don't get to use the whole 'I'm cold' excuse." He cracked his knuckles and sighed. "And I can't believe you suggested I urinate in a bottle. I have not reached that level of discomfort, and I hope I never do. Besides," he smirked. "It's too big. It'd never fit."
"It's called indulging a fantasy of being a gumshoe good sir," the blonde woman pointed out playfully, "You didn't think I wasn't going to make sure I was comfortable if we were going to be stuck in the car all night? Although," her gaze grew pensive as she pondered a thought, "If you give me a little warning next time I could probably pull of the 1950s look, maybe this something right out of those private eye novels I saw on your desk." Sue's face was playful and teasing as she reached for the pizza, "Are you sure you can last all night? That was a pretty big soda you put away."
Warren glared in response. "I have nothing further to say on the matter, madam. Let's talk about something else. Like the dog, you're looking into for Bobbi. Any luck with the breeder? I'm not admitting this at all, but I am semi looking forward at having a dog around. Kind of."
The young woman opened her mouth for a moment, before shaking her head and leaning back in her seat, eyes flicking over to the building they were surveying. "Well yeah about that, there's a problem." Sue turned her gaze on Warren, sad contrition writ all over her features, "I went to see the puppies...but they were all so cute that I wanna adopt all of them myself."
"But you won't because one is Bobbi's. The one with the cutest behind." He gave her a pointed look. "Don't mess this up for me. I'm rich, I don't know how to do things for myself. That's why I delegate."
"And I do? Wait, no compared to you," Sue gave her friend an easy smile and leaned backward, "I might be convinced to give up one of those puppies, for Bobbi you understand."
"For Bobbi." Warren lapsed into quiet for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Have you ever been in a real relationship, Sue? Like one where you actually do something for the other person? When I dated Jean, all we did was argue, and all I did was ...well, other people. She didn't like that too much."
The change of subjects took the young woman by surprise and she fell silent as she turned careful eyes onto her friend, considering him thoughtfully. "Once yeah," she allowed eventually with a small smile, "A long long time ago, for about a week. We decided we were better as friends. Now..." she gave Warren a small shrug, "I was a socialite for a long long time, but I guess sometimes you fall into things."
"Don't I know that," he sighed. "It's hard to break this pattern. Bobbi said we have to be exclusive, she doesn't want to share. Which makes sense, I guess. It's just that, well, it doesn't bother me if she went off with someone else. Is that strange?" Now that he'd started, he couldn't stop. "Does that mean I don't care about her? I think she's an adult, she can sleep with whoever she wants, I just don't want her to go off with someone else permanently."
"Aren't you supposed to be having this talk with me," Sue objected, the trace of amusement softening her voice as she settled back in her seat to let her gaze rest on the man sitting next to her. "I think to her it's a sign of commitment, a sign that you care enough not to act with anyone else and she does too. It's meant to show that you're serious about one another, about making this work." The blonde rubbed her eyes and smiled at him, "Think of it as another way of proving your love to her, you're getting a puppy...maybe...and you're giving up the playboy lifestyle for her." Sue shook her head as she glanced out of the window, "Warren Worthington in love, the tabloid editor's are gonna be devastated."
Warren literally jumped in his seat, hitting his arm against the car door, and gave her a terrified look. "Love? No one said anything about love. I said I was in a relationship, and I'm getting her a dog because that's hilarious to me, not because I'm in love. No, no love. There is mutual respect and affection. That's it. Not love."
Warren's startled reaction stunned Sue for a moment, she had expected some denials, some disagreement but this was far more than the reaction she'd expected. A light of realization and amusement lit up her face and she grinned at her friend. "Wow, I mean I was only joking around but," the twisted around so that she was facing the man, one eyebrow arched as she let her face fall into a more serious look, "Exactly what do you think of our Miss Morse Warren?"
"I hold her in the highest esteem," Warren choked out, refusing to look at Sue. The word 'love' was too intense, he couldn't even bring himself to think about it. "Can we talk about you instead and your absolute lack of a social life? I'd rather that."
"Lack of a social life?" It was Sue's turn to splutter and stare at Warren in shock, "What do you mean I have plenty of a social life. I've been going to gala's and grand openings all week." She took a long sip of her soda to cover herself while she stared at him, collecting her thoughts.
"Uh huh. By yourself. You're barely in the papers these days, Blondie. What's up with that?"
"Not all of us need to be in the center of the spotlight," the young woman pointed out heatedly. "Some people prefer to manipulate things from the shadows, although I did get a fair amount of headlines when I took Hope to that Gala...maybe I should have kissed her or something."
"Get a boyfriend already," Warren said bluntly. "Give your dad grandbabies. You're getting old."
Sue almost choked on her soda as she stared at Warren in surprise, a tinge of shock coloring her face, "Wait what...you've been talking to my grandma again haven't you?" she accused when she managed to regain some of her focus, "besides, you're like ancient then, so isn' it past time for you?"
"Don't change the subject. I don't have eggs withering away. I could be having children in my 90s, a la Clint Eastwood." Was that reference dating him? Probably. "You're young, relatively pleasant to look at, with a sunny personality. You should be beating them off with a stick." He stopped and realized what he said. "Heh. No pun intended."
"Well I would," Sue began, "But then the newspapers started linking me with this annoying older guy for some reason. I mean it's not as if I went to galas or was seen spending nights at his apartment by the paparazzi," she continued as an impish grin lit up her face. "No, no guy wants to cross him."
Warren puffed up slightly. "Well, I AM intimidating, after all." He looked across the street and saw the lights suddenly turned out. Of course, the one night they have work, the mark closes early. "Huh. Should we stick around some more or call it a night?"
The younger blonde leaned back in her seat staring at the now darkened house and then back at the plethora of junk food surrounding them as an impish grin lit up her face as she reached out grabbing two slices of pizza. "Well," she mused passing one to Warren, "It'd be a shame to waste all this food, and besides it's too early to head back and cause a scandal, I'd give it at least another hour before it's time to go home."
Warren sighed heavily. "You just want to prevent me from peeing," he accused her. "Ah well. This just gives me more time to make fun of your love life. Now, where was I?"
"I should have peed before we left," Warren mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the driver seat. "Why didn't you remind me? I believe that was on the checklist. Remind Warren to pee." He glanced over at his blonde sidekick and glared. "Right next to no carbs after midnight."
Although the pizza and fries did look (and smell) amazing. With a sigh, he reached over for a piece. "You're lucky that my mutant ability is looking fantastic. Otherwise, I'd be dragging you to the gym with me tomorrow morning."
"It was on the checklist," Sue agreed, grinning playfully at her friend seated next to her, "Right underneath the checkbox which said Don't tell Warren to go to the toilet so that you can laugh at him." She leaned back tilting her seat back so that her feet could rest on the dashboard in front of her, "You dragged me out of my nice warm bed to sit in a car with a camera. Did you really think I wouldn't get you back somehow Worthington?" Sue smirked poking the man in the side, "Besides you could always pretend this is a movie and go in one of those empty drink containers.
"It's called 'work', Ms. Storm." Warren peered out the window, narrowing his eyes slightly even though he didn't need to. Perfect, bird-like vision had its pluses. "And I know you're wearing your pyjamas under your clothes, so you don't get to use the whole 'I'm cold' excuse." He cracked his knuckles and sighed. "And I can't believe you suggested I urinate in a bottle. I have not reached that level of discomfort, and I hope I never do. Besides," he smirked. "It's too big. It'd never fit."
"It's called indulging a fantasy of being a gumshoe good sir," the blonde woman pointed out playfully, "You didn't think I wasn't going to make sure I was comfortable if we were going to be stuck in the car all night? Although," her gaze grew pensive as she pondered a thought, "If you give me a little warning next time I could probably pull of the 1950s look, maybe this something right out of those private eye novels I saw on your desk." Sue's face was playful and teasing as she reached for the pizza, "Are you sure you can last all night? That was a pretty big soda you put away."
Warren glared in response. "I have nothing further to say on the matter, madam. Let's talk about something else. Like the dog, you're looking into for Bobbi. Any luck with the breeder? I'm not admitting this at all, but I am semi looking forward at having a dog around. Kind of."
The young woman opened her mouth for a moment, before shaking her head and leaning back in her seat, eyes flicking over to the building they were surveying. "Well yeah about that, there's a problem." Sue turned her gaze on Warren, sad contrition writ all over her features, "I went to see the puppies...but they were all so cute that I wanna adopt all of them myself."
"But you won't because one is Bobbi's. The one with the cutest behind." He gave her a pointed look. "Don't mess this up for me. I'm rich, I don't know how to do things for myself. That's why I delegate."
"And I do? Wait, no compared to you," Sue gave her friend an easy smile and leaned backward, "I might be convinced to give up one of those puppies, for Bobbi you understand."
"For Bobbi." Warren lapsed into quiet for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Have you ever been in a real relationship, Sue? Like one where you actually do something for the other person? When I dated Jean, all we did was argue, and all I did was ...well, other people. She didn't like that too much."
The change of subjects took the young woman by surprise and she fell silent as she turned careful eyes onto her friend, considering him thoughtfully. "Once yeah," she allowed eventually with a small smile, "A long long time ago, for about a week. We decided we were better as friends. Now..." she gave Warren a small shrug, "I was a socialite for a long long time, but I guess sometimes you fall into things."
"Don't I know that," he sighed. "It's hard to break this pattern. Bobbi said we have to be exclusive, she doesn't want to share. Which makes sense, I guess. It's just that, well, it doesn't bother me if she went off with someone else. Is that strange?" Now that he'd started, he couldn't stop. "Does that mean I don't care about her? I think she's an adult, she can sleep with whoever she wants, I just don't want her to go off with someone else permanently."
"Aren't you supposed to be having this talk with me," Sue objected, the trace of amusement softening her voice as she settled back in her seat to let her gaze rest on the man sitting next to her. "I think to her it's a sign of commitment, a sign that you care enough not to act with anyone else and she does too. It's meant to show that you're serious about one another, about making this work." The blonde rubbed her eyes and smiled at him, "Think of it as another way of proving your love to her, you're getting a puppy...maybe...and you're giving up the playboy lifestyle for her." Sue shook her head as she glanced out of the window, "Warren Worthington in love, the tabloid editor's are gonna be devastated."
Warren literally jumped in his seat, hitting his arm against the car door, and gave her a terrified look. "Love? No one said anything about love. I said I was in a relationship, and I'm getting her a dog because that's hilarious to me, not because I'm in love. No, no love. There is mutual respect and affection. That's it. Not love."
Warren's startled reaction stunned Sue for a moment, she had expected some denials, some disagreement but this was far more than the reaction she'd expected. A light of realization and amusement lit up her face and she grinned at her friend. "Wow, I mean I was only joking around but," the twisted around so that she was facing the man, one eyebrow arched as she let her face fall into a more serious look, "Exactly what do you think of our Miss Morse Warren?"
"I hold her in the highest esteem," Warren choked out, refusing to look at Sue. The word 'love' was too intense, he couldn't even bring himself to think about it. "Can we talk about you instead and your absolute lack of a social life? I'd rather that."
"Lack of a social life?" It was Sue's turn to splutter and stare at Warren in shock, "What do you mean I have plenty of a social life. I've been going to gala's and grand openings all week." She took a long sip of her soda to cover herself while she stared at him, collecting her thoughts.
"Uh huh. By yourself. You're barely in the papers these days, Blondie. What's up with that?"
"Not all of us need to be in the center of the spotlight," the young woman pointed out heatedly. "Some people prefer to manipulate things from the shadows, although I did get a fair amount of headlines when I took Hope to that Gala...maybe I should have kissed her or something."
"Get a boyfriend already," Warren said bluntly. "Give your dad grandbabies. You're getting old."
Sue almost choked on her soda as she stared at Warren in surprise, a tinge of shock coloring her face, "Wait what...you've been talking to my grandma again haven't you?" she accused when she managed to regain some of her focus, "besides, you're like ancient then, so isn' it past time for you?"
"Don't change the subject. I don't have eggs withering away. I could be having children in my 90s, a la Clint Eastwood." Was that reference dating him? Probably. "You're young, relatively pleasant to look at, with a sunny personality. You should be beating them off with a stick." He stopped and realized what he said. "Heh. No pun intended."
"Well I would," Sue began, "But then the newspapers started linking me with this annoying older guy for some reason. I mean it's not as if I went to galas or was seen spending nights at his apartment by the paparazzi," she continued as an impish grin lit up her face. "No, no guy wants to cross him."
Warren puffed up slightly. "Well, I AM intimidating, after all." He looked across the street and saw the lights suddenly turned out. Of course, the one night they have work, the mark closes early. "Huh. Should we stick around some more or call it a night?"
The younger blonde leaned back in her seat staring at the now darkened house and then back at the plethora of junk food surrounding them as an impish grin lit up her face as she reached out grabbing two slices of pizza. "Well," she mused passing one to Warren, "It'd be a shame to waste all this food, and besides it's too early to head back and cause a scandal, I'd give it at least another hour before it's time to go home."
Warren sighed heavily. "You just want to prevent me from peeing," he accused her. "Ah well. This just gives me more time to make fun of your love life. Now, where was I?"
