Log: Felicia/Kane: Harry's and Big Air
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xp_logsGarrison and Felicia meet up at Harry's, watch the winter X-Games - as you do - and remind the game that their players talk about their casual friendship, even after Adri, way too much and never actually log it.
"At some point, I’m just going to put a sign on this corner as an extension of the Xavier campus.” Harry said, faux-gruffly as he placed the double gin martini in front of Felicia. The young woman wasn’t a regular, but she’d been in enough times to establish herself as an excellent tipper so long as top shelf liquor was available. And after pouring innumerable pints, Harry liked to keep his cocktail skills sharp, especially with a double Aviation martini with three olives he set in front of her. “You wanted the big air event, right?” He pulled a remote from the pocket of his apron and pressed a couple of buttons to cycle through the PVR to get the event on the closest television.
“Please,” Felicia answered sweetly, bringing up the olive skewer to bite one off, and dropped it back in her glass with a happy hum. “I made the mistake of accidentally getting pulled in last year and now I have to see how the newbie and Tess do.”
“I’m sure that means something to someone.” Harry said, but it was all part of the act as he lumbered back to the bar. Behind him, the door opened, and a couple of the regulars turned and waved.
“Kane!”
“Hey guys.”
“How’s life treating you, Mister FBI?” Briar said sarcastically at him while she started to pour his first pitcher.
“It’s a dog eat dog world and I’m wearing Milkbone underwear.” He joked and caught sight of Felicia, heading her way. “Mind if I sit.”
Felicia gave him a long lookover as if pondering before she gave a half smile and gestured to the bar seat beside her. “Held a seat for you, lord of the bar. Hope it pasts muster after that entrance.”
“If it helps, Briar regularly spits in my drinks. Doesn’t even try to hide it because she knows I’ll still drink it.”
“Not since you started talking about it like some kind of weird fetish you freak.” The blonde bartender dropped off the pitcher and a glass for him, disappearing immediately after.
“Yes, obviously I rule my kingdom with an iron fist.”
"I never said the title suited your, well. You," Felicia replied, quirking her head to the side, before glancing at the television. There were heartwarming backstories wrapping up, intermingled with shots of the ladies warming up and chatting amongst each other and their coaches. A pair of announcers rambled nonsense that Felicia easily tuned out. "Don't tell me you're here for the women's skiing big air event?"
"Not intentionally, but you're not the only one with good luck. I mean, I don't actually have good luck. In fact, if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. But for today. In skiing." The words tumbled out as he sat down and poured a pint. "So, what exactly are we watching?"
"...what?" she asked, before shaking her head as if to clear the question. "I mean. Winter X-Games. Not a mutant gene thing, I'm just as surprised as you are."
"Oh good. I've mostly watched the summer skateboard and street luge stuff." He settled in, taking a long sip from his pint. "Didn't figure you for an extreme skiing type."
"Everyone likes skiing," Felicia answered, matter-of-fact, as she watched the screen, the dots against the white being moved up the hill. "I... may have caught it last year," she admitted after a beat, muffled by her drink. "And now I have to see how it plays out with the previous gold medallist back, if she is back."
"I have to assume you used to ski? Or still do? I haven't caught you sneaking out to the Adirondacks for the weekend yet, but I'm sure it happens."
Felicia smiled, though she didn't turn to look at him. "Spoiled little rich, white girl, it's a fair and true assumption. I don't go much anymore, but I enjoyed ski trips in school. Downhill obviously."
"Same. Although it was Blue Mountain for us. Jewel of Georgian Bay." Kane said with a ready grin as he polished off his pint and refilled it. "So is- holy hell, she caught air!"
Felicia's smile turned into a laugh, and she grinned in return. "Oh you've caught it now. We may as well set up a date for 2024. I'm calling it. Though that was a beautiful... misty? I never learned the lingo I just like to watch them fly."
"This is outside of my general knowledge. I've done a few moguls, but not this kind of lift." Kane gave an impressed noise at the axle turned just before the snowtop as she touched down. "Looks like fun though."
"Tell me you wouldn't have so much fun with this. Given what you can do?" Felicis said casually. "I like watching it for the precision and small movements - ohh nice grab Megan! - but you'd be there with pure force."
"I could get some insane launches. What about you? Use your powers to land the impossible last minute flips?" He challenged her.
Felicia chewed on her olive skewer thoughtfully. "Oh, I'd be amazing, but that's kind of a given. We're talking about you for once."
"I'm very boring. You'd fall asleep and Harry would have to throw you out. I'm really doing this for you." He countered lightly.
Pushing an imaginary pair of glasses up her nose, Felicia scrawled into an equally imaginary notepad. "Doesn't like to talk about himself. Deflects with humour, similar to last social gathering. Got it," she said, confronting but giving him a few inches as she smiled at Harry who passed by. "Could I be boring and switch it up to Banquet? Bottle? I feel this one needs beer."
"Another pitcher." Kane said. "You also missed self-medicates with alcohol. I thought that was the easy box to tick." Kane said, settling back in his chair. "You're also not wrong, which I hate. Remind me to eat a whole cheesecake and do heroin in front of you next time you're out for a run or doing weights or eating a salad."
"Why I didn't bother. Too low." Felicia shifted in her chair, draping an arm over it to childishly poke his arm, her eyes still glued to Olivia's run. "I'm rude but you're just mean, Kane. Cruel even. Some of us have to work to be this ethereal."
Briar dropped off her bottle and his pitcher without a word while Kane thought about what she said. "I've had a bad year. Like, a real bad one. Not just what happened or who walked away but... just me. And it's hard to talk honestly about something as stupid as how much air I could grab on skis without it leaking into the damage, which sucks. A lot."
"You are one entire mood, babe," she said, continuing to lightly poke at him as one of the women, unknown to her, landed with a thump. "It's okay. I don't give a fuck, you can always be a flippant brat here with me, so long as you buy me onion rings."
"So, onion rings. I don't think you're ready for The Platter yet, but I can do that." Kane put up a finger. "Briar, my darling-"
"I hate you, Kane." She said blandly.
"My not darling, onion rings for us and another round. As we watch big air and- holy hell, she stuck it!" Kane said, pulled back to the tv.
Felicia let her hand rest on his arm, watching the reply. "Just so you know I'm going to eat two and you're going to still pay for them."
"At some point, I’m just going to put a sign on this corner as an extension of the Xavier campus.” Harry said, faux-gruffly as he placed the double gin martini in front of Felicia. The young woman wasn’t a regular, but she’d been in enough times to establish herself as an excellent tipper so long as top shelf liquor was available. And after pouring innumerable pints, Harry liked to keep his cocktail skills sharp, especially with a double Aviation martini with three olives he set in front of her. “You wanted the big air event, right?” He pulled a remote from the pocket of his apron and pressed a couple of buttons to cycle through the PVR to get the event on the closest television.
“Please,” Felicia answered sweetly, bringing up the olive skewer to bite one off, and dropped it back in her glass with a happy hum. “I made the mistake of accidentally getting pulled in last year and now I have to see how the newbie and Tess do.”
“I’m sure that means something to someone.” Harry said, but it was all part of the act as he lumbered back to the bar. Behind him, the door opened, and a couple of the regulars turned and waved.
“Kane!”
“Hey guys.”
“How’s life treating you, Mister FBI?” Briar said sarcastically at him while she started to pour his first pitcher.
“It’s a dog eat dog world and I’m wearing Milkbone underwear.” He joked and caught sight of Felicia, heading her way. “Mind if I sit.”
Felicia gave him a long lookover as if pondering before she gave a half smile and gestured to the bar seat beside her. “Held a seat for you, lord of the bar. Hope it pasts muster after that entrance.”
“If it helps, Briar regularly spits in my drinks. Doesn’t even try to hide it because she knows I’ll still drink it.”
“Not since you started talking about it like some kind of weird fetish you freak.” The blonde bartender dropped off the pitcher and a glass for him, disappearing immediately after.
“Yes, obviously I rule my kingdom with an iron fist.”
"I never said the title suited your, well. You," Felicia replied, quirking her head to the side, before glancing at the television. There were heartwarming backstories wrapping up, intermingled with shots of the ladies warming up and chatting amongst each other and their coaches. A pair of announcers rambled nonsense that Felicia easily tuned out. "Don't tell me you're here for the women's skiing big air event?"
"Not intentionally, but you're not the only one with good luck. I mean, I don't actually have good luck. In fact, if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. But for today. In skiing." The words tumbled out as he sat down and poured a pint. "So, what exactly are we watching?"
"...what?" she asked, before shaking her head as if to clear the question. "I mean. Winter X-Games. Not a mutant gene thing, I'm just as surprised as you are."
"Oh good. I've mostly watched the summer skateboard and street luge stuff." He settled in, taking a long sip from his pint. "Didn't figure you for an extreme skiing type."
"Everyone likes skiing," Felicia answered, matter-of-fact, as she watched the screen, the dots against the white being moved up the hill. "I... may have caught it last year," she admitted after a beat, muffled by her drink. "And now I have to see how it plays out with the previous gold medallist back, if she is back."
"I have to assume you used to ski? Or still do? I haven't caught you sneaking out to the Adirondacks for the weekend yet, but I'm sure it happens."
Felicia smiled, though she didn't turn to look at him. "Spoiled little rich, white girl, it's a fair and true assumption. I don't go much anymore, but I enjoyed ski trips in school. Downhill obviously."
"Same. Although it was Blue Mountain for us. Jewel of Georgian Bay." Kane said with a ready grin as he polished off his pint and refilled it. "So is- holy hell, she caught air!"
Felicia's smile turned into a laugh, and she grinned in return. "Oh you've caught it now. We may as well set up a date for 2024. I'm calling it. Though that was a beautiful... misty? I never learned the lingo I just like to watch them fly."
"This is outside of my general knowledge. I've done a few moguls, but not this kind of lift." Kane gave an impressed noise at the axle turned just before the snowtop as she touched down. "Looks like fun though."
"Tell me you wouldn't have so much fun with this. Given what you can do?" Felicis said casually. "I like watching it for the precision and small movements - ohh nice grab Megan! - but you'd be there with pure force."
"I could get some insane launches. What about you? Use your powers to land the impossible last minute flips?" He challenged her.
Felicia chewed on her olive skewer thoughtfully. "Oh, I'd be amazing, but that's kind of a given. We're talking about you for once."
"I'm very boring. You'd fall asleep and Harry would have to throw you out. I'm really doing this for you." He countered lightly.
Pushing an imaginary pair of glasses up her nose, Felicia scrawled into an equally imaginary notepad. "Doesn't like to talk about himself. Deflects with humour, similar to last social gathering. Got it," she said, confronting but giving him a few inches as she smiled at Harry who passed by. "Could I be boring and switch it up to Banquet? Bottle? I feel this one needs beer."
"Another pitcher." Kane said. "You also missed self-medicates with alcohol. I thought that was the easy box to tick." Kane said, settling back in his chair. "You're also not wrong, which I hate. Remind me to eat a whole cheesecake and do heroin in front of you next time you're out for a run or doing weights or eating a salad."
"Why I didn't bother. Too low." Felicia shifted in her chair, draping an arm over it to childishly poke his arm, her eyes still glued to Olivia's run. "I'm rude but you're just mean, Kane. Cruel even. Some of us have to work to be this ethereal."
Briar dropped off her bottle and his pitcher without a word while Kane thought about what she said. "I've had a bad year. Like, a real bad one. Not just what happened or who walked away but... just me. And it's hard to talk honestly about something as stupid as how much air I could grab on skis without it leaking into the damage, which sucks. A lot."
"You are one entire mood, babe," she said, continuing to lightly poke at him as one of the women, unknown to her, landed with a thump. "It's okay. I don't give a fuck, you can always be a flippant brat here with me, so long as you buy me onion rings."
"So, onion rings. I don't think you're ready for The Platter yet, but I can do that." Kane put up a finger. "Briar, my darling-"
"I hate you, Kane." She said blandly.
"My not darling, onion rings for us and another round. As we watch big air and- holy hell, she stuck it!" Kane said, pulled back to the tv.
Felicia let her hand rest on his arm, watching the reply. "Just so you know I'm going to eat two and you're going to still pay for them."
