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3/7/2006
Logfile from Emma.
Collins arrives at the Club, right on time to pick Emma up for the play. He at least isn't humming country music this time. He's dressed nice, as always, as he makes it up to the woman's office and knocks on the door.
Emma catches the door before his second knock can land, looking quite a bit better than the last time Collins saw her. Dressed in a form fitting cocktail dress and hair upswept, she looks every bit a Queen as she smiles and drawls, "David, darling. I've been waiting..."
Collins smiles a little bit. "Any man who keeps a lady like you waiting should be severly punished." he says with his easy smile as he offers her a single white rose. "Would it be redundant to tell you you look beautiful since i'm sure you already know?"
"Flattery is never redundant," she says, taking the rose with one hand and claiming his arm with the other as she steps through the door.
Collins leads her down to the car, holding the door open for her. "So.." he asks as they drive towards the play "Are you going to tell me why you dyed your hair and put on that charade a few weeks ago, or are you gonna leave me in suspence?" he asks playfull.
"Why I what?" Emma asks, sliding in, and waiting for him to come around before continuing with a nearly completely believable innocent, "Are you sure you're capable of driving, David, darling? You sound a little..." she trails off suggestively.
Collins grins and shakes his head, dismissing it.. "Well I ran into our cop friend from that night.. the one you have no clue what I'm talking about? Anyway, I learned at least one interesting thing." he pulls out, driving at the insane speeds he is so fond of.
Emma laughs and settles back in her seat, folding her arms over her head to dangle her hands behind the headrest. "I don't, but I always like to hear interesting things. What did you learn?"
Collins turns to face her, "The FBI is teaming up with the police department to look for that terrorist Magneto." He says softly, his face amused.
Emma looks over at him and lifts a brow. "And?"
Collins shakes his head chuckleing "well if that cops reaction is indicitive, they are chaseing their tails. You ask me, they are way out of their league." he smiles a little bit. "It's good to see you up and about though. I've missed you."
"Of course they are. They're brave little boys playing soldier in a war they know nothing about," Emma murmurs, slanting another look at him. "Aren't you sweet..."
Collins smiles slightly, "I'd like to think so," he says with a smile. He ignores what she says about them playing soldiers and turns to face her a little more. "It just seems like every time i try to get to know you better, something happens that sends us in opposete directions and I have to start from square one..."
"David, do watch the road," Emma warns, sinking even further down before skipping to his words. "Does it? Hmmm. Doesn't seem very fair. What happened this time? Was it this officer?" she teases, crinkling her nose.
Collins glances breifly back at the road. Perhaps he really shouldn't rely on his luck so much at 120 miles an hour. "In a manor of speaking... he was pretty much being an ass and my temper spiked... and a passing waitress was kind enough to dump some beer in his lap. here is the part where if it was you, and i /am/ throughly convinced it was mind you, that you tipped your hand."
Emma tips her face toward him and waits in patient expectation.
Collins smiles "Now only four people in the world know that I'm a mutant. Me, you, Sharron, and the doctor that first diagnosed me. Now Sharron would never tell, she is too loyal. The doctor has been paid well to keep his yap shut. Which brings us to you. Now, my power takes most things into consideration, includeing free will to a degree... Still with me?"
Emma starts to nod, then shakes her head in honest confusion. "Go on.'"
"so, what /should/ have happened, is that when the cop got his little beer bath, me and the girl, I don't remeber her name, would have had a good laugh and he would have left. Instead she scowled at me like it was my fault and escourted him away to dry his pants..."
Collins says, "Now how would she have known I was to blame for that waitress tripping?"
"Maybe there was something wrong with her. It's happened before," Emma reminds him, shrugging as if not terribly convinced by his proof.
Collins nods in consideration of that. "You mean my encounter with the real AIDS Mary. Yeah I guess that would have been possible." he admits, except for one other thing... When I first saw her.. I was trying to place her. she looked just like you in the face, but with brown hair and green eyes... anyway, I accidentally dropped my phone... and it brought up my address book... the number that was highlighted was yours.
Emma arches a brow and blinks slowly, her expression drooping into a pouting frown. "Well, honestly, David. You're being a bit of a bully, aren't you? I mean, of course I've had a little... corrective surgery. Is that any reason to point out how many other women in the city might have had the same? I did use the best doctors after all."
Collins blinks at that... okay that went in a completely unexpected direction. You'd think he'd be used to it with Emma, but that knocked him into a completely other ballpark. For a moment his brain actully freezes up as it tries to imput the new information... "Corrective...surgery?" he asks almost dumbfounded.
Emma rolls her eyes and sits back, looking ahead as they weave through traffic, and saying /nothing/.
~But they look so real!~ the thought comes to his brain without much warning, though he quickly dismisses it. He slows the car down and pulls over to the side... "Emma... emma I'm sorry.. I had absolutely no idea. I didn't think there could be a woman nearly as beautiful as you."
Emma steals a peek out of the corner of her eye, then turns her face pointedly toward her window, folding her arms across her chest and (not! not!) sulking. "Well, you were right, obviously."
Collins reaches out and very lightly touches the woman's shoulder. ~Gee David, think you can piss her off any more tonight? You pretty much called her a liar to her face.~ "Emma, please.. i'm sorry." He puts as much sincerity into the words as he can. "I think you are beautiful. I made a mistake, and thought you were playing mind games with me. I'm sorry okay? I am just a lowly male I swear."
Collins reaches out and very lightly touches the woman's shoulder. ~Gee David, think you can piss her off any more tonight? You pretty much called her a liar to her face.~ "Emma, please.. i'm sorry." He puts as much sincerity into the words as he can. "I think you are beautiful. I made a mistake, and thought you were playing mind games with me. I'm sorry okay? I am just a lowly male I swear."
Emma rounds on him, gathering up all the indignation and recrimination she can muster at the moment. "Playing /mind games/ with you? David!" His name is choked out, and she turns away again. "I hate it. I hate it, and I hate you for noticing it. I didn't do it because I wanted to." Insert dramatic sniff and wavery, "Take me home, David. Just take me home, please."
Collins doesn't move for a second and then says softly. "Emma I /never/ noticed. I swear to you if you /hadn't/ just told me I still wouldn't know." He lowers his head, shame seeming to radiate off of him. "I'll take you home..if you want me to but please... Don't be angry at me for that because it wasn't the case. " he slowly reaches for the gear shift to back back out onto the highway.
Emma looks over her shoulder at him with shiny eyes (everyone, applaud this performance!). "Then why bring up this strange woman you obviously wanted to sleep with and the officer and the beer and everything? God, David."
Collins sighs a little bit... "Because I swear, I honestly thought it was you." he says reaching out to cup her cheek, and rub away any phantom tears with his thumb. "I honestly thought, for some ungodly reason you dyed your hair black and... well lets just drop it. Emma I didn't mean to upset you. I would never do that. I think you know how I feel about you. At least well enough to know the last thing I'd want to do is hurt you."
Emma turns grudgingly in her seat and inhales quietly. "You think quite a lot of erroneous things, David," she murmurs, then pulls her face away from his hand. "Let's go. We'll be late."
Collins smiles a little bit... "Yeah I know. " he says and moves the shifter into position to head twoards the play. His hand still tingleing with the sensation of her soft touch.