Warren & Darcy | Brunch
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xp_logsBrunch, trash talking Worthington II, speculation on Haller's sex god status, and other reasons why you shouldn't leave Warren and Darcy to enable each other.
As much as Warren loved his Swiss castle, his home would always be his penthouse. It was his first property he'd bought with his own money, not money that his father had made, his. Obviously he recognized the privilege that statement came with -- what other 20 year olds could buy a 5 million dollar penthouse, which had now easily doubled in price? Regardless, it was exactly how he liked it: crisp and clean and his. Of course, it had the odd Bobbi touch here and there, and his space had now become a bit more cozier.
The kitchen though -- that was untouched and exactly how he loved it. It was always relaxing to him to putter around in his own space, especially when he was feeding his friends. It was a long time since he'd really done that, and since he wanted to see Darcy, this seemed like a good way to kill two stones with a bird. Or something. And on the plus side, he could wear his favourite linen lounge pants, no shirt, and have his wings lightly tucked against his back while he put the finishing touches on their meal: a brie and asparagus omelette, potatoes roasted in a garlic and duck confit, and sourdough toast with freshly churned butter. A little sprinkle of pink salt and pepper and he was sliding a plate over to Darcy.
"Tell me again why I'm your favourite Worthington. I love hearing you trash talk my father."
"Because he's a dismissive shitfucker that makes you at your worst look like a delightful but destructive toddler?" Darcy gave him a sunny grin as she accepted her plate, waiting until he'd sat as well to start eating. "Working with the US contracts team was great, because they really know their way around some legal ass-kicking. But your old man staring daggers at my tits while he had to sign off on my successful finish was a beautiful day. There were bets on if he'd actually burst a blood vessel or two and end up in the hospital instead, but he managed to survive it. Alas. Wish I could've gotten a picture for you."
Warren took a bit of his potatoes and closed his eyes. The perfect taste on his tongue along with the image of his father being so ridiculously unimpressed ... could it get better than this?
"Too bad he couldn't do us all a favour and have a heart attack already. I keep trying to horrify him into it but it hasn't worked yet." Warren sighed. "One day. Wouldn't that be lovely? Then all this could be mine, and I can institute the policies I have in place for pro-mutant employees. The anti-discrimination policies went over easier in Europe, and even some of the pro-mutant employment standards did too. It's a different environment that I would love to implement here." He picked up his coffee and blew on it before taking a sip. "And then you can be my Chief Financial Officer, and we can rule the world together. Doesn't that sound amazing?"
"Oh heck no. Maybe your tech officer, but not company money. I'd be awful at it, and perfectly happy just splitting my time between Snow Valley and your horde of in-house lawyers." Darcy took a bite of her omelette and let out a happy sigh. "This is the real reason your one night stands don't want to leave, Warren. You're an excellent cook." She reached out, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm really glad you and Bobbi are back. Pictures and texts just aren't the same as the full in-person effect."
Warren squeezed back with a smile. "Bobbi brought me breakfast one of our first nights, actually. I think it was ...bagels?" He looked off, his eyes glazing over as he remembered it. "Actually, that was before Japan, so we hadn't even slept together yet.... I'm glad we're back too. It's been a lot though, trying to catch up on everything. I barely recognized half the group when I found my old journal again..... like that Haller guy. Did I tell you I texted Jean about it? She didn't even answer me. She left me on read. Can you believe it? I was very nice and helpful too."
"See, that's why she's a keeper. Doug took me out for brunch and a mimosa bar after our... first not-date? And he indulges my ridiculous side, that's how I know he's a keeper, even with our... complications," Darcy replied sagely, before eating a few more bites. "But yeah, hazard of being in Europe, you miss some of the big local things. People come and go as always, of course. Garrison died for a bit, but he's better now. I joined X-Force. Laurie went full evil. We got some new people, some returning ones... you'll be back in the thick of it in no time, I'm sure." A bite of toast followed by a long sip of coffee followed the short rundown, then held out your hand. "That doesn't sound like Jean, lemme see your texts. Please."
Warren unlocked his phone and handed it over to Darcy. "You'll see that I was on my best behaviour and completely sober. And before you ask, the mimosas are in the fridge chilling. Coffee seemed more important first, thank you." While she looked things over, he mulled over what she'd said. He wasn't oddly surprised to hear about Laurie -- her clinical detachment had amused him. And Garrison had died a few times, hadn't he? That seemed like par for the course for them all. "Well, if I don't meet them before, I'm sure I'll meet them at the wedding."
Darcy's eyes widened as she read the texts. "Warren. No. Oh noooooooooooo." She held her hand up to her head theatrically. "I don't think Haller and Jean are banging, regardless of what rumors you've heard. She probably didn't appreciate the texts." They weren't the worst ones she'd seen from Warren, kind and attempting to be helpful in his own way, but as closed off as Jean had become... "Maybe best to ask if the rumor is true first, next time." She turned his screen off, handing the phone back. "Oooh, wedding? You two finally settle on a date, then?"
Warren frowned at Darcy. "Darcy. My dear, sweet, innocent girl. Do you not know how there is always some truth to rumours? Maybe a 1% nugget, but as we both know, I don't really look at odds properly before I jump into things. I think I was very nice and appropriate, thank you. Jean knows who I am....although I am surprised she didn't tell me to fuck off, so leaving me on read? There has to be something there." Darcy wasn't going to win this one. "Also, I heard through the mansion grapevine that Haller was ALSO seen wooing Sooraya. So. Checkmate." He had a smug look on his face. He'd answer the wedding thing later. "So really, isn't it in everyone's best interests to get to the bottom of this?"
"This is why you're not allowed to do your own finances," Darcy responded. "And... hm. There was an incident with Jean's suite the other day. If Haller's one of our insomniacs that could explain things. And yes, you were nice and appropriate for you." The news about Sooraya was surprising too, mainly that she hadn't heard it first. She'd been out of the mansion plenty, though, so that was probably it. "Alright, alright. You just want to know if Haller is secretly some sort of sex god, admit it. Damn it, now I'm curious too. He didn't give off that vibe, but the quiet ones are tricky like that sometimes."
"The quiet ones are only quiet because their mouths are full of pussy," Warren grumbled a little. "And yes, I do want to know. I think it's important to know these things. Darcy. This was my role. This was my prime. And now I'm domesticated but that doesn't mean that sometimes, my soul yearns for it." Although ...did it? When was the last time he went a little wild? His London trip, but he'd asked Bobbi beforehand like always, even sent pictures this time and she okayed things. It just wasn't as ....fun. Ugh. He was shutting that train of thought down.
"Maybe if you tell me how happily domesticated you are, I'll be okay."
Darcy shrugged. "I stumbled into a functional polycule with people that don't have a problem with the work I do with the X-Ranch. It's mostly solo work, and it's not all sex work, but I am on call for some of the bigger events they put on. And they can handle the other stuff I do for X-Force too. Does that count as happily domesticated? There's no brownstone in the greater DC area with a few kids and pets, but that was probably always going to be the case." Most days she didn't even dwell on it, but sometimes she couldn't help but look back and compare where she was - what she was - with where she thought she'd been.
"Kids are overrated but I do enjoy having a pet, hey, Ka-Zar?" Warren glanced at the sleeping corgi, who could barely muster a 'boof' in their direction. The dog was pampered silly. Sometimes, Warren wondered who Bobbi loved more. Probably the dog. "Want a pet? You look like the kind of person who would love a ferret ...or maybe a chinchilla. I just really picture you with a pet that could run along your shoulders or sit happy perched between your tits." He thought for a moment while he finished his coffee. "I guess a cat would do well in your shirt too but that's less exotic, and you my friend, you're not boring. You deserve an exciting pet to go with your polycule."
"I would faceplant between my tits some days, given the chance. Why wouldn't other people or things seeking softness and warmth?" Darcy grinned at him over her coffee cup. "They make excellent pillows, if nothing else. If I had the time, I'd consider a bearded dragon. Study group buddy in college had one that loved to sleep in my cleavage. For now though, I content myself with timesharing other people's pets... which means if you aren't taking Ka-Zar on your honeymoon and I'm not on a mission, you've got a dogsitter." She lifted her cup at him in a small salute before setting it securely on the table.
As much as Warren loved his Swiss castle, his home would always be his penthouse. It was his first property he'd bought with his own money, not money that his father had made, his. Obviously he recognized the privilege that statement came with -- what other 20 year olds could buy a 5 million dollar penthouse, which had now easily doubled in price? Regardless, it was exactly how he liked it: crisp and clean and his. Of course, it had the odd Bobbi touch here and there, and his space had now become a bit more cozier.
The kitchen though -- that was untouched and exactly how he loved it. It was always relaxing to him to putter around in his own space, especially when he was feeding his friends. It was a long time since he'd really done that, and since he wanted to see Darcy, this seemed like a good way to kill two stones with a bird. Or something. And on the plus side, he could wear his favourite linen lounge pants, no shirt, and have his wings lightly tucked against his back while he put the finishing touches on their meal: a brie and asparagus omelette, potatoes roasted in a garlic and duck confit, and sourdough toast with freshly churned butter. A little sprinkle of pink salt and pepper and he was sliding a plate over to Darcy.
"Tell me again why I'm your favourite Worthington. I love hearing you trash talk my father."
"Because he's a dismissive shitfucker that makes you at your worst look like a delightful but destructive toddler?" Darcy gave him a sunny grin as she accepted her plate, waiting until he'd sat as well to start eating. "Working with the US contracts team was great, because they really know their way around some legal ass-kicking. But your old man staring daggers at my tits while he had to sign off on my successful finish was a beautiful day. There were bets on if he'd actually burst a blood vessel or two and end up in the hospital instead, but he managed to survive it. Alas. Wish I could've gotten a picture for you."
Warren took a bit of his potatoes and closed his eyes. The perfect taste on his tongue along with the image of his father being so ridiculously unimpressed ... could it get better than this?
"Too bad he couldn't do us all a favour and have a heart attack already. I keep trying to horrify him into it but it hasn't worked yet." Warren sighed. "One day. Wouldn't that be lovely? Then all this could be mine, and I can institute the policies I have in place for pro-mutant employees. The anti-discrimination policies went over easier in Europe, and even some of the pro-mutant employment standards did too. It's a different environment that I would love to implement here." He picked up his coffee and blew on it before taking a sip. "And then you can be my Chief Financial Officer, and we can rule the world together. Doesn't that sound amazing?"
"Oh heck no. Maybe your tech officer, but not company money. I'd be awful at it, and perfectly happy just splitting my time between Snow Valley and your horde of in-house lawyers." Darcy took a bite of her omelette and let out a happy sigh. "This is the real reason your one night stands don't want to leave, Warren. You're an excellent cook." She reached out, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm really glad you and Bobbi are back. Pictures and texts just aren't the same as the full in-person effect."
Warren squeezed back with a smile. "Bobbi brought me breakfast one of our first nights, actually. I think it was ...bagels?" He looked off, his eyes glazing over as he remembered it. "Actually, that was before Japan, so we hadn't even slept together yet.... I'm glad we're back too. It's been a lot though, trying to catch up on everything. I barely recognized half the group when I found my old journal again..... like that Haller guy. Did I tell you I texted Jean about it? She didn't even answer me. She left me on read. Can you believe it? I was very nice and helpful too."
"See, that's why she's a keeper. Doug took me out for brunch and a mimosa bar after our... first not-date? And he indulges my ridiculous side, that's how I know he's a keeper, even with our... complications," Darcy replied sagely, before eating a few more bites. "But yeah, hazard of being in Europe, you miss some of the big local things. People come and go as always, of course. Garrison died for a bit, but he's better now. I joined X-Force. Laurie went full evil. We got some new people, some returning ones... you'll be back in the thick of it in no time, I'm sure." A bite of toast followed by a long sip of coffee followed the short rundown, then held out your hand. "That doesn't sound like Jean, lemme see your texts. Please."
Warren unlocked his phone and handed it over to Darcy. "You'll see that I was on my best behaviour and completely sober. And before you ask, the mimosas are in the fridge chilling. Coffee seemed more important first, thank you." While she looked things over, he mulled over what she'd said. He wasn't oddly surprised to hear about Laurie -- her clinical detachment had amused him. And Garrison had died a few times, hadn't he? That seemed like par for the course for them all. "Well, if I don't meet them before, I'm sure I'll meet them at the wedding."
Darcy's eyes widened as she read the texts. "Warren. No. Oh noooooooooooo." She held her hand up to her head theatrically. "I don't think Haller and Jean are banging, regardless of what rumors you've heard. She probably didn't appreciate the texts." They weren't the worst ones she'd seen from Warren, kind and attempting to be helpful in his own way, but as closed off as Jean had become... "Maybe best to ask if the rumor is true first, next time." She turned his screen off, handing the phone back. "Oooh, wedding? You two finally settle on a date, then?"
Warren frowned at Darcy. "Darcy. My dear, sweet, innocent girl. Do you not know how there is always some truth to rumours? Maybe a 1% nugget, but as we both know, I don't really look at odds properly before I jump into things. I think I was very nice and appropriate, thank you. Jean knows who I am....although I am surprised she didn't tell me to fuck off, so leaving me on read? There has to be something there." Darcy wasn't going to win this one. "Also, I heard through the mansion grapevine that Haller was ALSO seen wooing Sooraya. So. Checkmate." He had a smug look on his face. He'd answer the wedding thing later. "So really, isn't it in everyone's best interests to get to the bottom of this?"
"This is why you're not allowed to do your own finances," Darcy responded. "And... hm. There was an incident with Jean's suite the other day. If Haller's one of our insomniacs that could explain things. And yes, you were nice and appropriate for you." The news about Sooraya was surprising too, mainly that she hadn't heard it first. She'd been out of the mansion plenty, though, so that was probably it. "Alright, alright. You just want to know if Haller is secretly some sort of sex god, admit it. Damn it, now I'm curious too. He didn't give off that vibe, but the quiet ones are tricky like that sometimes."
"The quiet ones are only quiet because their mouths are full of pussy," Warren grumbled a little. "And yes, I do want to know. I think it's important to know these things. Darcy. This was my role. This was my prime. And now I'm domesticated but that doesn't mean that sometimes, my soul yearns for it." Although ...did it? When was the last time he went a little wild? His London trip, but he'd asked Bobbi beforehand like always, even sent pictures this time and she okayed things. It just wasn't as ....fun. Ugh. He was shutting that train of thought down.
"Maybe if you tell me how happily domesticated you are, I'll be okay."
Darcy shrugged. "I stumbled into a functional polycule with people that don't have a problem with the work I do with the X-Ranch. It's mostly solo work, and it's not all sex work, but I am on call for some of the bigger events they put on. And they can handle the other stuff I do for X-Force too. Does that count as happily domesticated? There's no brownstone in the greater DC area with a few kids and pets, but that was probably always going to be the case." Most days she didn't even dwell on it, but sometimes she couldn't help but look back and compare where she was - what she was - with where she thought she'd been.
"Kids are overrated but I do enjoy having a pet, hey, Ka-Zar?" Warren glanced at the sleeping corgi, who could barely muster a 'boof' in their direction. The dog was pampered silly. Sometimes, Warren wondered who Bobbi loved more. Probably the dog. "Want a pet? You look like the kind of person who would love a ferret ...or maybe a chinchilla. I just really picture you with a pet that could run along your shoulders or sit happy perched between your tits." He thought for a moment while he finished his coffee. "I guess a cat would do well in your shirt too but that's less exotic, and you my friend, you're not boring. You deserve an exciting pet to go with your polycule."
"I would faceplant between my tits some days, given the chance. Why wouldn't other people or things seeking softness and warmth?" Darcy grinned at him over her coffee cup. "They make excellent pillows, if nothing else. If I had the time, I'd consider a bearded dragon. Study group buddy in college had one that loved to sleep in my cleavage. For now though, I content myself with timesharing other people's pets... which means if you aren't taking Ka-Zar on your honeymoon and I'm not on a mission, you've got a dogsitter." She lifted her cup at him in a small salute before setting it securely on the table.
