Have a drunk RavennotsogroovyJanuary 7 2013, 00:32:25 UTC
Raven was tired of being treated like she didn't matter. Charles ignored her, Erik gave her cryptic advice and then disappeared to go flirt with her brother, and Hank had told her in no uncertain terms that he didn't find her natural form attractive. They were it. They were all who were left and Raven was tired of being the second choice or the unwanted one. That was her excuse for breaking out one of Charles' hidden bottles. Charles and Erik were off doing who knew what and Moira was probably with them. Hank was off in his lab. She didn't know where Alex was. Probably off brooding somewhere.
So that left her in Charles' office with some godawfully old bottle of scotch. It tasted disgusting and she barely managed to get the first few sips down - how did Charles manage to drink if this was what alcohol tasted like? - but she realized that after the first few sips, each subsequent sip tasted if not better, at least weaker.
The more she drank, the warmer she felt and the warmer she felt, the harder it was to keep control of her form. Soon she was gently shifting in and out of her 'Raven' form.
Alex had been in the gym, working out with Sean. Or trying to, anyway. Sean didn't exactly take working out seriously, and it ended up being more goofing off than anything in the end. Eventually Sean had gotten bored, though, and disappeared to do something else, and Alex had finished off alone.
He was on his way to the stairs, heading for his room, clean clothes, and a shower, when he noticed that Charles' office door was open and poked his head in, just out of curiosity, since he'd thought Charles and Erik were off somewhere on the grounds together. Of course, it turned out to be Raven and what he was guessing was an obscenely expensive bottle of Scotch, bonding in the dimness. He flipped on a light and leaned in the door way to watch her, fascinated by the way she was shifting fluidly between forms.
"You want company, or is it just you and the bottle?"
"Depends on whether you want to keep company with me." The words were mostly bitter. Somewhere in her mind, she knew he wasn't the type to make the offer without being sure he meant it, but the other, larger part was sure that he'd just asked to humor her. Humor the drunk girl. It's what Hank would have done. Erik. Charles... Well, Charles would have shuffled her off to bed unless she threw a fit.
She waved the bottle in his direction. "Want a sip?"
It might be nice to drink with someone else. Charles certainly seemed to like it.
So that left her in Charles' office with some godawfully old bottle of scotch. It tasted disgusting and she barely managed to get the first few sips down - how did Charles manage to drink if this was what alcohol tasted like? - but she realized that after the first few sips, each subsequent sip tasted if not better, at least weaker.
The more she drank, the warmer she felt and the warmer she felt, the harder it was to keep control of her form. Soon she was gently shifting in and out of her 'Raven' form.
Reply
He was on his way to the stairs, heading for his room, clean clothes, and a shower, when he noticed that Charles' office door was open and poked his head in, just out of curiosity, since he'd thought Charles and Erik were off somewhere on the grounds together. Of course, it turned out to be Raven and what he was guessing was an obscenely expensive bottle of Scotch, bonding in the dimness. He flipped on a light and leaned in the door way to watch her, fascinated by the way she was shifting fluidly between forms.
"You want company, or is it just you and the bottle?"
Reply
She waved the bottle in his direction. "Want a sip?"
It might be nice to drink with someone else. Charles certainly seemed to like it.
Reply
Leave a comment