let's get it poppin'~

[doomhoops]

Characters: X-Babbies [Raven, Pyro, Hank, Sean, Alex and maybe Rogue? AU/OU!Charles, or Erik or any adult X-person are welcome to crash. ]
When: December 13th
Where: Commoveo
What: The X-kids have some unwinding time, drink some free booze unsupervised, play some ultimate showdown pinball, and maybe participate and vandalism and arson. You know how

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Pinball \o/

[doomhoops]

[ There's a loud dingdingding echoing from the corner of the club where Alex is engaged in a battle royale with the pinball machine, Harrison Ford gazing challengingly from the score board. A few slaps of him button mashing the bumpers and there's a very dour, electronic trill signalling that the ball has been lost. This may or may not have been foul play on Abax's part, or perhaps Alex is just a sore loser. ]

Are you shitting me?

[ He cranes his head, leaning back to shout to anyone at the bar area. ]

Hey. Someone grab another quarter from the register.

[ A quarter which, of course, will be plastic Abax monopoly money, but hey, if it works it works. ]

[glovedtouch]

[She puts a handful of these quarters on the side of the pinball machine.]

Is this what you do in the 1960s for fun? [Not that she can talk. She played foosball all the time at the Mansion. Someone needs to item drop a tv and a Wii...]

[doomhoops]

Thanks. [ He gives her an stiff kind of nod, because new people, what is social interaction, but he's buzzed enough not be too awkward. Alex raises a quarter up to her with his nod before sticking it in the machine, the machine dinging back to life as he starts up a new game, speaking with eyes on the ball. ]

Yeeep. This or count cracks on the ceiling's pretty much it. [ Well, this is what we do in prison for fun in the 1960s, at least :| ]

[glovedtouch]

[She watches him play, looking down.] We actually don't have much more in my time. Though stayin' in the Mansion is nice. It's huge.

Open!

[decanonized]

[Like any maladjusted teenager free from their make-shift supervision, Pryo's first stop was behind the bar. He'd gotten nearly sick off whiskey on day one in this place, now he's rummaging for some new poisons of choice. Heck, maybe he'll even try a hand at mixing.]

[doomhoops]

[ He's taking a break from trying to best Harrison Ford and his stupid gloating face long enough to get something to replace the empty beer (or this is prior to Harrison Ford wars, whatever, timey-whimey, etc), so see Alex poking his head over the bar to watch Pyro rummage around in the alcohol. ]

Looks like you're used to this. [ Says the ex-convict judgmentally to the teenager with likely little criminal record. ]

[decanonized]

[Good thing about Xavier's: they did tend to nab delinquent mutants before judges foolishly threw them in confined quarters with a civilian population. Not that Pyro will admit that. He just glances over his shoulder with a small scoff.]

What, I'm offending your delicate sensibilities?

[doomhoops]

[ There's an eyeroll, but he's in a decent mood for the time being, so whatever. ]

You just being around offends my delicate sensibilities. [ And leaning over the counter to try to look in to where Pyro's digging around. ] What are you finding?

open! /bar

[screamsup]

[This is Sean.

This is Sean leaning over the bar and helping himself to a beer, because honestly, when was the last time he got one for free? When he manages to snag one, he sits himself up on the counter, resting a foot on a seat, while opening the beer.

Bottoms up!]

[geminates]

[This is Raven.

This is Raven knowing full well that when they get home, Charles is going to be right there wearing his best Disappointment face and make them all feel awful for sneaking out before he even says anything, and there isn't a thing she can do at this point to stop it. This is Raven accepting that fate, and joining Banshee at the bar for a drink.]

Please tell me there's more than just beer back here. [Because beer wasn't her drink of choice, that's for sure. Not that she really knew. She's leaning over the bar just the same as he did, eyes squinting as she tries to make out the labels on the bottles. When she pulls back again, she's got a bottle of rum.] Rum and Coke! Minus the Coke. Shouldn't be too bad?

[screamsup]

[Sean grins, shaking his head. Charles was out of sight and out of mind at the moment, so his worries about the kind of disappointment that Charles will probably express later? Completely out of the question.]

You a lightweight?

[geminates]

No. [Said a little too quickly, she's sure of it. Ah.]

I mean, I don't one-hundred percent know, seeing as I've never actually drank enough of anything to get drunk. [She reaches back over the bar to grab two shotglasses.] Which is why I want to now.

next to the speakers

[glovedtouch]

[She's got a cup full of vodka and some juice, sitting next to one of the speakers. The music was what she would consider old, but poppy enough to follow along. Her legs swing off the floor and she's just trying to avoid a certain pyrokinetic. Otherwise she's just taking in being a normal teenager, half drunk.]

Corner bench seat / Open!

[excessivehubris]

[It had taken him close to three days to get to a point where he could stand for longer than three minutes at a stretch, let alone consider going anywhere. The headache he was still enjoying was of a caliber that Charles could manage to keep pretzels on his stomach and little else

[doomhoops]

[ Sean had said he should try that whole... getting along with people thing. And the getting to know someone thing. He'd said he'd try it, maybe, and Alex didn't want to be a liar. At least not to Sean. So here's Alex... giving a half-assed attempt at it. He meanders on over, not really shuffling awkwardly, but not the most confident, purposeful steps it could have been, and plops down in the bench across the table from the not!Professor. There's a moment where he folds his arms over his chest and just looks... awkward... before clearing his throat to actually speak. ]

You sharing?

[ Because the only way this is happening is if Alex is drunk. Or at least tipsy. Not because you're a particularly terrible person, Charles, just because what is social interaction, and yes, he realizes he was a prick earlier, and no, he will not be apologizing. This is as close as you will get to that. Now share the whiskey wealth. ]

[excessivehubris]

[Seriously Alex your mental voice is about the most offensive thing he's run into since landing in this place and that includes Erik's clone thoughts and whatever the hell had given him this headache in the first place. Charles just stares at the younger man across the table. There is a reason why he'd told someone to call him 'Doctor' rather than 'Professor' because he's no kind, patient teacher type.]

I only share hard liquor with adults who know how to admit their mistakes, apologize and stop thinking of people in terms of 'particularly terrible person'.

[His tumbler was a little over half full. No matter, he could put down down with out blinking. Lifting the glass to his lips, he proceeded to do just that.

This, is Cardinal Puff, third drink of the evening...]

[doomhoops]

[ He can't help what comes to mind, Charles B( And he tries really hard not to just give up and flounce and go tell Sean 'I told you so, I told you so' right there. But he knows he's just been getting Charles bad side in every conversation (pretty much at his fault (besides the fact it's his thoughts doing it while he himself is trying to be... some kind of civil :|)). And he does, still... owe him something. So he sticks around, shifting uncomfortably. ]

I said... thought, whatever... Not particularly terrible.

[ He gets credit for that, right? He's trying, okay? Trying. He wakes him drink silently and quirks an eyebrow at the thought.

Cardinal what? ]