i had to put her six feet under

[godofnicehair]

WHO: godofnicehair and tothebalkans
WHERE: A trendy bar disguised as an unpretentious bar somewhere down west village way.
WHEN: This evening.
WARNINGS: idk
SUMMARY: WANDA SMASH (BOTTLES) (OVER THOR'S HEAD)
FORMAT: quick

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[tothebalkans]

[ Wanda feels numb and it isn't the wine talking. She's ordered a bottle for herself, splurging on the last of her expenses. She needs to inquire about a job at the Institute even if the very thought of walking through those halls with the stares of other X-Men on her, whispering about that woman, makes her feel sick--sicker than her second glass of red wine.

She's wearing the other woman's dress. It's floral and long. The woman was modest, but had...acceptable tastes. A part of Wanda thought that maybe if she wore her clothing, a part of her would submerge with her, and everyone will treat the witch differently. It was foolish to think a mere garment could do that, but Wanda never thought she'd escape death twice to live in this dreadful place.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots the largest patron in the bar. She does a double take when she realizes it's Thor--the brute who...allegedly 'saved' her from the marketplace. Boldly, Wanda grabs her bottle and wine glass and approaches the man at the table. ]

Following me, God of

[godofnicehair]

[Thor looks up, visibly surprised - for a second it's like the strange new Wanda and the Wanda, the true Wanda, have become one person - and then the feeling passes, and he switches to grim indignation:]

No.

[tothebalkans]

Then I'm sure this is just purely a coincidence. [ She sets her bottle and glass on the table hard. ]

Mind if I sit? [ Wanda takes the empty chair opposite of him regardless of his answer. ]

[godofnicehair]

[Thor doesn't bother answering - since she does it anyway - and watches her for a moment, silently stacking her mannerisms up against those of the vanished Wanda.]

How fares your brother?