5012/Drinking on a Wednesday.

Drinking on a Wednesday.
Date of Scene:	26 July 2018
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Magik, Rogue, Archangel

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Magik has posed:
Xavier's School.

Illyana escaped the rather comfortable medical bed a few hours ago. She has been revisiting the mansion, searching for change or familiarity. While the moments are there, her soulless frame doesn't feel anything for them. Her quarters were picked out, she had a shower, and now Illyana is walking down the steps of the mansion dressed casually, darker.

Before reaching the first floor, she sees a familiar frame walking towards the front of the mansion. "Rogue?" Illyana reached out, wondering if the woman would turn around. If she does, Illyana says, "You looked different, better. How are you, friend?" Stepping off the last step, Rogue may notice a change in demeanor for the Russian, a confidence that was more silent before.

"Where are you headed to?" she asks, pondering leaving as well.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had come to the school to drop some stuff off for Jean, a folder of information on all the 'mushroom' information for the X-Men. So she's outside standing outside her car when Illyana appears out of the front doors. About a year ago, Rogue did a job for a rich socialite type who rewarded her by giving her her car... this was before Rogue was even an Avenger, so she accepted it because heck, she was 18 and the car is a mint condition Bentley in dark green, which is her favorite color...

Standing beside it now, Rogue turns to look toward the voice and she smiles toward it, recognizing it immediately since its a Russian flavored and not Colossus' by any stretch of imagination.

"Well heya, Bright Eyes. I've never been bette'ah." Rogue says to Illy, slipping her cell phone into her pocket and putting a hand on her open driver's door. "Headed back south t'the city. What about you?"

Archangel has posed:
Warren comes in from the backyard. His pointed brown shoes clack against the floor as he walks into the foyer, in tailored grey slacks and a lightly patterned shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He steps out through the front doors and sees Rogue and Illyana.

"Good evening, ladies," he says with a bright smile. "Going anywhere interesting?"

Magik has posed:
Illyana immediately takes notice of Rogue's vehicle, noting the design. She nods her head impressively and then returns her sights on the woman in front of her. "I have been cooped up in the Med Bay for too long," Illyana responds, "I need a drink!" Her tone is matter-of-fact, serious in expression as well.

When Warren Worthington approaches and his voice carries words of entertainment, Illyana takes it as an opportunity. "Yes!" she quickly responds. "Rogue and I are going to have a drink. Care to join?" The Russian smiles at Rogue gleefully, tapping the hand that settles on her car.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's green eyes also go over to Warren and a smile spread over her pink hued lips. "Well hey there, Hot Wings." She says to the big beautiful man. "Lookin' statuesque as ever, I see." She flashes him a grin before putting her stare back onto Illyana. "Yeah?" She says back to her. "Harry's is just down the road from here. Hop in and I can give ya a drive if you'd like t'go there. There's a couple other places in Salem Center too... i mean--" She cuts herserlf off and looks between the two of them. "Not that I'd know or nothin', I just hear things, is all. Ya know, adults talkin' about all their crazy drunken nights!" Rogue laughs and shakes her head over dramatically. "Damn adults and their superior witty banter..." Big sigh then, and a head nod or two.

Archangel has posed:
Warren give Illyana a lop-signed grin. "As if I would say no to you two," he answers Illyana. Then he laughs at Rogue's comment. "Just trying to catch your eye Rogue," he teases with a wink. "Is it working?"

He snerks at Rogue's protestations of innocence. "Uh huh. Let's start at Harry's and see where we end up!"

Magik has posed:
"Actually," Illyana interrupts. She concentrates and wiggles her fingers; three golden pools of light appear. "Let's try something different."

And with a quick sinking motion, each of them falls through the stepping disks and appears in the middle of Bushwich in Brooklyn, known infamously as Mutant Town. They are in an alley, standing just feet away from a prostitute doing her job. Illyana grins, turning to face her drinking partners and starts walking out the alley. "There," she points to a rundown dive bar.

Rogue has posed:
"You know its working." Rogue says back to Warren with an overly exaggerated (and expertly excuted) purr given back to the man, the southern belle ain't no stranger to flirting. She's also about to get into her car when Illyana does the disc-portaling thing she's so talented at and this gets a quick yelp from the same belle.

Then they're summarily deposited onto the floor of an alleyway and Rogue is spinning around with her boots crunching on the dirty floor's surface. Finally her eyes fall onto the prostitute and she can see the street beyond the woman. "Oh. Bushwick." She says. "I thought we were in Chicago for a second." Rogue looks back to Illyana. "Nice trick... Saves on gas money, t'be sure."

Following the other until she points, Rogue spots the bar and arches an eyebrow. "That place?" She asks her friend and colleague. "Well." A heavy exhale is released. "They definitely don't care about IDs on girls who come in... that much is true." And then she mutters. "Supposedly."

Archangel has posed:
Warren is about to reply to Rogue. Then the orbs appear and he steps instinctively starts to spread his wings when he feels himself falling. He brushes off the reaction before the wings do much more than twitch. Then he looks around. "You have a strange sense of fun, Illyana. Let's see this place of yours. He walks over to the door and holds it open for the ladies.