12089/Was That Tonight

Was That Tonight
Date of Scene:	28 August 2020
Location:	66 East 11th Street, Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Jay and Nevada missed the big event! Andrea is not happy.
Cast of Characters:	Icarus, Barghest, Rage

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Icarus has posed:
The movie was...okay. Sadly, it wasn't as good as he had hoped. Course, it was like the 60th movie in the franchise so what was Jay expecting really? They couldn't all be #1, 3 or 6. Those were the really good ones.

He opened the door, three pizza boxes balanced on one hand. One for each of them. Or for leftovers. Or maybe he and Andrea would split one and Nevada would eat the other two. The guy could eat!

"Honey, we're home!" he called out with a slight Hispanic accent, a la a really old tv show that they watched on reruns.

Barghest has posed:
Leftovers were never an issue with Nevada around. He did a great service: Eliminating food waste one house at a time!

He comes in after Jay, shutting the door behind them with a foot while a 2-liter is cradled in each arm like two carbonated babies. "...wonder how the big shindig went?" He murmurs on his way towards the kitchen to drop off the sodas.

Rage has posed:
Sitting on the couch is Andrea, who is out of her expensive Oscar De La Renta dress and now in a pair of sleep pants and a simple t-shirt. She has a scowl on her face as the boys come in through the door. Her arms fold over her chest. "The big shindig went fine. What /wasn't/ fine was the fact I had to scramble at the last moment for a date since my boyfriend went disappearing with my brother. Which of you was the brains of this operation 'get out of this situation and apologize later' mission?"

She gives a small sniff of the air. ".. Pizza smells good though. All I had to eat was appetizers in the form of caviar and crackers and I'm starving. I'm getting the first slice." She calls out as she hops to her bare feet, plodding over to the kitchen.

Icarus has posed:
Jay's smile fades with that greeting. "That's what you were texting about? I had the phone off since theater and don't want to get my ass kicked for it making noise." He makes it to the kitchen and sets down the boxes as he does some quick math in his head.

"Wait, that's supposed to be tomorrow, right?" He looks at Andrea. From that look, it was not tomorrow. "Dammit, I'm sorry. I thought we had tonight open and I saw the new movie had come out and I asked Nevada and...I screwed up."

The fact she mentioned date was lost on him at the moment.

Barghest has posed:
Nevada leans forward to prop his forearms on the countertop, stretching out his back in the process. "Sorry sis, I should have noticed there was more hustle and bustle going on around here than normal." He plucks up one of the boxes and opens the lid, brandishing forward the pie towards Andrea like a knight offering his sword to his liege.

"Caviar and crackers sound like ass. No wonder fancy people are always miserable, eating garbage like hard tack and fish eggs because they think it makes them look cool. Here, have some grease."

Rage has posed:
There is a long sigh from Andrea. "Yes, it was tonight. I only talked about it a thousand times. I had the event set up on your phone, and I even write on the white board in the kitchen in big red letters." She says, pointing to said white board that says: BLACK TIE EVENT 8/27. SELINA KYLE. ANIMAL RESCUE.

Taking a slice out, she crams it into her mouth, glaring at her brother for a long moment as she chews. "You two did this on purpose." She mutters around her food. After a swallow, she licks her lips.

"I had a twenty thousand dollar dress tonight and I rocked the stage and did this incredible rendition of Landslide from Fleetwood Mac and you weren't there for it." She huffs to Jay. "But, it's fine. It's not a big deal. I found a replacement last minute and he was able to fit into your suit."

Icarus has posed:
"I thought today was the twenty-sixth," Jay mutters glumly, knowing he has screwed up this time. He sighs and flops down on one of the barstools, suddenly not really hungry for pizza. Even though it smells good. And he'll probably change his mind in two minutes.

Then the alarm goes off. The mental one in his head, blaring a warning.

"You took someone else? In MY suit?!" Suddenly the apologizes are somewhat forgotten as he frowns a bit. "Who?"

Barghest has posed:
At the look from Andrea, Nevada tips his head away in a profile view and seems to find a spot on a nearby wall a better place to look then at her face. Wisely, he shuts himself up with a quiet clearing of his throat, sets the box down at the island in front of her, and goes to fetch her a bottle of water from the fridge.

Leaving Jay to take that wrath. Bros before hoes, but sisters ain't hoes so they win.

Rage has posed:
"Yes, it was a last minute situation and I was desperate." Andrea says as he takes another large bite of her slice, followed by digging her hand into the box to take out another one. "And you hate wearing a suit so I guess you lucked out."

Trotting past them into the living room after grabbing a paper plate, she flops down and goes back to surfing the TV. She has her nose slightly elevated in that 'hmf' tone when she's in a huffy state.

Icarus has posed:
He's not jealous. Jay doesn't get jealous. He is secure in their relationship.

Yet, Andrea is purposefully not answering him. Just to try to get a rise. And it's working!

Jay recognizes it and frowns a bit as she goes to be pouty on the couch over the situation. Might take a while to get her foregiveness from this one.

He grabs his own plate and sets four slices on it, having to stack them on the plate. Then he pours a cup of cola to have with it.

"This is true. Guess I did. Hopefully the alterations in it for my wings didn't cause him any problems. Whoever /he/ was..."

Rage has posed:
"It worked as well as it did. I don't think anyone noticed anyways." Andrea says as she flicks through the channels on the remote, taking another bite. She gives him a look, then looks back to the television.

Giving another glance towards her brother who has grown quiet, she ensures that he isn't escaping her wrath. It's a lupine thing. Snarl. Huff. Puff. "Anyways, it was Josh Foley. He graduated with us. He's one of the X-Men now by the way. I invited him over to hang out with us, but you guys never came back, so I begged him to do me a favor."

"Miss Kyle thought he was my boyfriend."

Icarus has posed:
"Didn't know he was an X-Man now. Not sure why he would want to be. Didn't think he liked all the fighting and stuff. They could use a healer though so that's probably why," Jay muses outloud. He returns to the living room with his stuff but then he opts to sit on the couch. Not right next to her. Two spaces away. Because he knows when she is this way, she won't appreciate him trying to get too close. Until she's less annoyed.

"Considering he was on your arm, that would be easy to assume. It'll likely be in the papers tomorrow that you've dumped me and have a love child with him or something."

Barghest has posed:
"You guys have some big friends." Nevada mutters from the kitchen, where he's been coiling himself around one of the pizza boxes on the island and cramming a piece in his face. Apparently he is not intimidated enough to have lost his appetite, if there even is such a force on earth capable of it.

He's clearly listening but he's leaving them space, and also pulling out phone to perhaps check and see if any such rumors are circulating with one hand while readying slice 2 with the other.

Rage has posed:
"He didn't come in on my arm. He sat at the table the entire night while I was singing and mingling. I think he spent more time with James trying not to freak out. Lex Luthor showed up in a seven hundred thousand dollar suit. That's intimidating to anyone." Andrea says as she glances over at him so far away on the couch, then furrows her brows. She scoots in over to sit next to him.

"He's their healer, yeah, but, he's also interested in taking over as one of the emergency medics for my free clinic I'm working on. So, that's exciting. It was the main reason why I invited him over, so that we can talk business and just catch up."

She smirks over at him a bit, giving him another bump of the shoulder. "You jealous or something?"

Icarus has posed:
"What the hell was he wearing? A suit made of gold with diamond accents? There is literally no reason for a suit to cost that much. Except so the he can try to look impressive to other people. Five digit numbers are high enough when it comes to clothes."

Jay lived a life of hand-me-downs and thrift stores. The concept of such expensive things is still pretty foreign, though Andrea has been doing her best to teach him otherwise. Thus the suit he owns that cost more than he ever imagined spending.

"Not jealous. Just want to know who my competition is. I have no doubt I can beat out Josh."

Barghest has posed:
"Serven-hunred-wharnow?" Nevada mumbles around pizza as his brows furrow together so much that they about form a single line. He at least swallows before saying, "That's kinda gross, actually. Wonder what nine year old sat there sewing them all on." He adds in a grumble before looking back down to his phone.

New tab time. There's quickly a very loud snort from him. "Dude looks like the result of someone too drunk getting it on with a disco ball, especially with that head."

Rage has posed:
"It was a Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition suit. Only three made in the world. It has diamond crusted sight lines along the chest and collars. It's actually an impressive suit. He looked good in it." Andrea says after finishing the second slice of pizza. She reaches over and sneaks a third off of Jay's plate.

"You're so mean, Nevada." She snarks over towards her brother with a laugh. "I bet you wouldn't turn down a seven hundred G suit though if someone offered it to you. For all we know, he was just modeling it at a high society event and then gave it back. My dress was twenty grand. It's not like I was just rolling out there in the shabs."

She gives another bump of her shoulder to Jay's and snorts. "Your competition, huh? I don't know. He's kinda cute in that walking Oscar trophy kinda way. That and the whole healing touch thing. Makes it all tingly when we were dancing together. He got this crick out of my neck that was bothering me for a few days."

Icarus has posed:
That earns a snort from Jay. "Exactly my point. No suit needs to cost that much. If it does, it's crazy stupid. But he's Lex Luthor. Not sure why he feels the need to impress anyone. He's already crazy rich to go with the crazy stupid for spending that much on a suit. Even if he borrowed it, still crazy."

Jay watches as she snags one of his slices. He still had two left though, since he was eating a little slower. And there was more in the kitchen so no concern.

At mention of tingly and somene else, that made Jay look at her more closely. Then a petulant, "I could've massaged it out if you'd told me. So...there."

Barghest has posed:
"I would not turn it down." Nevada chimes in with a snort. "I would promptly sell it. I may be an idiot, but I am not a fool."

He collects up a stack of slices before limping over to fall into a chair. "That's one of those situations that just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. Money like that can do a lot more good than make someone's flat, botoxed ass look shinier. The rich die the same as anyone else. Money doesn't fix that. Unless you're preserving your head in a jar or something."

Rage has posed:
"Money makes you feel better while you're alive, Nevada." Andrea shoots back at him with a snort. "I mean, look around. I feel pretty damn good." Taking another bite of her pizza, she licks her lips a bit and hums happily around her slice.

She gives a glance to Jay and smirks at his response, then shrugs her shoulders. "I'm sure you could have. Anyways, I'm going to take a shower and then crawl into bed. You two have a fun night watching TV." She says as she plops the remote into his lap, then crawls off the couch to head down the hallway.