8426/That's So Cony

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That's So Cony
Date of Scene: 20 July 2019
Location: Brighton Beach
Synopsis: Dazzler and Cyclops go out to grab a bite. They keep Cyclops' cover but break The Rules.
Cast of Characters: Cyclops, Dazzler




Cyclops has posed:
Scott walks alongside Alison through Brighton Beach, with his face buried in his phone. Glasses, jeans, black trainers and a t-shirt make him look like any other person walking along the sidewalk. The fact he is walking with Alison draws more attention in his direction, but to her specifically whether she is recognized or not. Scott though does not notice the appreciative looks she gets except when someone stops Alison for an autograph, which happens a couple of times. Unusually he has lost his sense of surroundings and directions.

"I get what Jeff is saying about cost, but someone just tried to kill you," Scott grumbles, reviewing something on his phone. "And I don't see how 4% more light in the back is going affect the 'mood'. I also didn't realize how hot those lights are on stage. They drown out anything in the room on IR from up in the gantry. So much for overwatch.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison takes the attention in stride. It's nothing new. But at least she isn't so famous that EVERYONE recognizes her. She signs a Coney Island postcard for a fan, smiling as the girl takes a picture of them together, then it's quiet again. Then she breathes a sigh.

"Scott, I'll authorize whatever you want or need. I trust you, and if Jeff doesn't like it then that's his problem to get over." She reaches up and touches his arm, her brow slightly furrowed. "Hey, are you ok? You seem kinda quiet. Distracted. I don't mean to keep ya, if you need to be doing something else."

Cyclops has posed:
"What? No, I'm just trying to read the incident reports from your last 10 shows. I had Jeff send them to me," Scott says, looking up at Alison's touch. He looks vaguely confused. "I thought I'd make use of the time on the way to grab a bite."

"Where are we?" Scott asks with a frown and looks around. They are almost on the boardwalk. "Are we in Cony Island?"

Dazzler has posed:
"Ohh," Alison replies, glancing at his phone. "You just seemed a million miles away. Guess you were just focused on the reports."

Alison nods. "Coney Island. Hope that's okay with you. I wanted to be somewhere we could just relax and not have to worry about anything. We just walked down the beach, is all." She grins. "Be careful, I might force you to have some fun."

Cyclops has posed:
"Well," Scott says reluctantly. Then he catches the grin on Alison's face and rolls his eyes. "Okay, fine. As long as we get some food."

The two X-Men wander in. Saturday night, summer, beautiful weather, the boardwalk is busy. Packs of friends, families, couples, all colours and mutations are out for an escape from the realities of life. Resigned to his fate, Scott leaves his phone in his pocket. When they reach Luna Park, he makes an unexpected turn, steering Alison into the amusement.

"Saw some people I knew," he explains. "We should let them pass.

He walks over to one of the booths and buys some tickets.

"This is only because you got stabbed," he grunts wryly and hands Alison her ticket. "Where to? And please don't mind make do more than one roller coaster. This is just an evasion."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison gets pulled into the amusements, quite unexpectedly. "Y'know, there's a word for some of those people you know. Friends. At least if you don't duck in and sentence yourself to the Coney Island Cyclone to avoid them." She winks and grabs his arm. C'mon, if I only get one roller coaster, I want the longest one there is!"

Once in line, the winding queue seems to be at least steadily moving. Alison leans back against the handrails and tilts her head. "You don't have fun much, do ya?"

Cyclops has posed:
"These aren't friends," Scott says dryly as he is towed along by Alison. Scott idly notices how the multitude of hues from the park lights catch her hair. Then he checks behind them for followers.

"I had to work into some mid-level snakeheads for the mission I was away on. Looks like they like Coney Island as much as everyone else. Just my luck."

Scott queues up with Alison, keeping a discrete eye out for trouble.

"Sure I do, I'm just not like Alex or Logan," he says a touch defensively.

"I've got work to do, I can't party every night. I ride my bike, work on it," he shrugs. "War's on. Things to do."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison nods as he regales her of all the reasons why he has no fun. And why those guys weren't friends. And then, he mentions the war.

"Scott," she begins, shaking her head. "There's always gonna be a war on, but it will never mean that much if you don't let yourself remember why we fight it." She squeezes his bicep as they move in line toward the coaster. "Fight the war. I'll fight it with ya. But don't let it consume you. If ya do, then its whole cause is lost on you, and that's...well, it's just kinda tragic."

Cyclops has posed:
"It's for them," Scott gestures to a passing teenage couple with an indifferent shrug. Two teenage boys holding hands, one looking like a Tolkein elf and the other flaunting a large pair of feline ear and a tail. "I grew up with nothing in my life, now I have all of you and the Dream. It's enough."

Scott watches the pair of mutants walk off with a faintly rueful look, before turning back to Alison.

"Besides, it's not like the Professor spends his time... Damn it," Scott breathes.

He pulls Alison close, slides his arms under hers and around her waist, and kisses her slowly. She is held close to his lean form and in that kiss for a long moment. He smells faintly of aftershave and motor oil. When the kiss breaks, Scott keeps Alison close and smiles brightly. Alison's own expression is mirrored back to her in the rose tint of his glasses.

"Two of them are right behind me," Scott says in gentle tones.

"Attached women draw less attention," he adds. Not as if Alison needed the reminder of their training, but almost an apology.

The men Scott is referring to are distinctive. Hispanic, heavily marked with tattoos and MD12 prominently among them. People just move instinctively to give them a little space as they swagger along in the company of two girls that look barely old enough to have graduated. The two men joke and laugh over the heads of the two Caucasian girls in Portugese. The girls, made up in their weekend best, cling on to their tough guys. One of the girls pulls the two men to the back of the line for the coaster.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison tenses at first, then relaxes slowly, giving in to the kiss. She returns it, with more intensity than she expected. With eyes closed, it is as if fireworks are going off somewhere out there, beyond the flutter of lashes. And then, when it breaks, the expression reflected back in Scott's sunglasses is dazed and blissful. She looks at him for a moment, taking in what just happened. Breathless. Speechless. Then, more flashes. Fireworks? No. A camera. Alison catches a glimpse of a paparazzi ducking into the crowd.

"Attached women draw less attention," Scott is saying. She looks over his shoulder at the two men he mentioned. And suddenly everything begins to process. And suddenly, the expression in her reflection changes.

"Right. Right..." she stammers. "Sure thing."

Cyclops has posed:
When Alison moves back from the intimate closeness she feels a hint of resistance from Scott keeping her there, just for an instant, before his arms give way to her motion. One of his hands slides down to find hers and Scott faces to the front of the line.

"I guess I have to /look/ like I'm having fun now," Scott quips with a smile. Just a carefree smile shared with a date, so normal, except for where it's found. It doesn't erase worry lines already beginning to form on the young man's face. He nudges Alison playfully. "Is this thing as bad as I think it is? Truth is, I've never been in here," he admits.

Dazzler has posed:
"Well, it was built in the 1920's, so ya know it can't be all /that/ bad," Alison replies. Is he a cyborg? How can he smile that way just on sheer will? The whole situation has begun to fluster Alison.

"So, wanna talk about why you blushed when I asked what you were doing out yesterday morning?" she asks, her own smile a little quirky and mischievous.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott colours again and laughs.

"You would go there," he says as they come up to the front of the line. He colours again despite the smile he keeps there. With his glasses it is so much harder to read his expressions, so many subtleties are gone and instead, there are the glasses like little mirrors showing people themselves. Or perhaps what they want to see.

"I went to Evolution, I came home the morning you got stabbed. Which got me out of breakfast without having to deliver bad news," Scott says. His tone is still light and conversational, but he shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back just a little.

Dazzler has posed:
"Oho...Did Scotters get lucky?" Alison chides, elbowing him lightly. "You were still out at that time of the morning. Well done, there!" And like that, her mask is replaced. Her reflection in his glasses is once again the happy-go-lucky expression that the rest of the world gets. Not a care in the world. And then, it's their turn to ride.

Cyclops has posed:
"God," he groans with a smile. "Going to Evolution was almost as big a mistake as telling you about it."

"For the love of..." Scott says, noting his former friends coming out of the line toward them to climb into a car toward the back.

He turns and leans in to put his forehead against Alison's and an arm around the back of her seat.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I," he whispers with a wry grin.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison smiles, that sweet and genuine little smile she gives only to those closest to her. "Oh, Scott..." she says with the softest of sighs, as she thinks back to all the wild times she never had with him because he runs from wild times. Except for maybe once, at Evolution.

"Not even a little."

Cyclops has posed:
The ride lurches forward and Scott gives Alison an odd, inscrutable look. Then he smiles.

The roller coaster could not be more ancient. It lurches and jolts around corners, throwing ride partners against each other. Whether this is by design or age is unclear. Scott hangs on and smirks the couple of times he and Alison catch each other's eyes when they bump up against each other.

When the ride slows and finally lurches to a stop, Scott smiles and offers Alison a hand out of the car.

"Okay, people pay to do that? I thought it was going to fall apart," he says with a grin. "Come on, let's ditch these guys in the ferris wheel lineup. It's just over here. I might as well enjoy a good view."

Scott walks off the ride platform holding Alison's hand.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison walks along easily with Scott, pointing out games whose "asses she could totally kick," until they find the ferris wheel.

"Guess everyone's in line for the roller coasters," she observes. "This one's not half as long." She turns back to him, then and leans her tush against the guardrail, pulling him closer by the hand she's holding. She gives it a squeeze. "I'm glad you went out. I'm glad you had fun. I just hope you're careful. You've been out of the game awhile. I don't want you gettin' hurt."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott chuckles and dares her to try one of the games later, something ridiculous like tossing rings on floating ducks.

"Hurt?" Scott asks with a chuckle.

"No chance of that. I was just," Scott shrugs. His face scrunches up.

"It was nothing, stupid idea. Blowing off steam," he says dismissively. "I don't have time for all that. I'll leave that to glamourous celebrity musicians," he says dryly.

Dazzler has posed:
"All right," Alison replies simply, with a shrug. "I'll leave it alone, then. Not my business anyway, as your fake girlfriend," she offers with a half-smile. "But this glamorous celebrity musician hasn't 'blown off steam' in a long time. Maybe we'll both just leave it to people who don't mind if things get complicated, y'think?" Their turn in line for the ferris wheel is coming up, next stop.

Cyclops has posed:
"Good plan," Scott laughs and then shrugs. "What else is there to say about it? I've been off the market for long time, for no reason. Not as if I was seeing anyone. Just wanted to see what it is was like. Which was mostly gross, clueless and a waste of my time," he adds wryly.

It is their turn to climb onto the ferris wheel. Scott does so after Alison.

"Any sign of our friends?" he asks as he climbs in.

Dazzler has posed:
"I think I saw them back over there," Alison replies, lifting her chin as she looks across him in some vague direction. Then she leans back in close to him and breathes a laugh, and she whispers.

"If I say yes, do I get to kiss you again?"

Cyclops has posed:
"You're terrible," he says dryly, yet can't help but look a little amused.

"I knew you were gonna give me the gears for that. I forgot how much of a pain in my ass you can be... You going back on tour soon?" he asks in mock hopefulness.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison grins, her lips a breath away from his. "Not soon enough to save you," she replies, and rubs the tip of her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss, then sits back in the seat as the ride starts moving.

Cyclops has posed:
"Terrible," Scott mutters. He leans back in the seat as they cycle upwards.

The ground drops away opening up vistas of the ocean on one side and the city lights on the other. The smells of popcorn, mini donuts and hot dogs give way to a salty breeze.

Scott looks a bit antsy at first and catches himself nearly pulling out his phone. Finally he seems to relent a bit and look out.

"Okay, I'll give you this. It's nice," he grudgingly admits. "Don't see this in the base."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison leans forward, looking out over the city and the sea. The wind tosses her hair back over her shoulders and whips it back around so that it billows until she catches and gathers the long golden waves into one hand. "Nah, you don't see anything like this back at the base. We should really come out here more often..."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott watches the wind play with Alison's hair and the lights below silhouette her in the dark. He looks away and shakes his head slightly. He leans forward as well, shoulder to shoulder with his friend and teammate. He nudges her with his shoulder.

"So?" he asks. When Alison looks at him curiously he shrugs and continues. "So. I work too hard and have a war to fight. What's your excuse?"

Dazzler has posed:
"Eh. On the road? It would've been impossible, no matter where someone was. Even if I was there tonight, I wouldn't be there tomorrow. And it's tough, y'know? Finding someone who can see past the stage lights. Even if they think they're sincere, it's the mask they fall for." Alison turns to look back at Scott. "They couldn't handle the real me." She grins and rocks sideways to nudge him. "I'm just a pain in the ass."

Cyclops has posed:
"That's true," Scott snerks as the ferris wheel begins to cycle them back down. "We still haven't eaten. You promised there would be food. If you look... We can advance on the shooting gallery, flank the.... I think those are bumper cars, circle the house of mirrors and arrive right at the food trucks."

Scott nods firmly, satisfied with his tactical plan.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison taps her lips thoughtfully with one finger. "You know...that /might/ just work. But we might run into velociraptors...here." She circles an imaginary area on the landscape map, a darker part of the park, where a few couples are taking advantage of the low lighting to kiss and whisper to one another. "It's an acceptable plan," she finally concurs with a nod.

Cyclops has posed:
"I should be fine," Scott says. "I run faster than you."

When they finally disembark Scott strolls along beside Alison with his hands in his pockets, thumbs hanging out.

"Win your lady a prize, show her what you can do! You, sir! Just $5 for five shots. No? It's alright I'm sure you're good at something!"

Scott had been walking by ignoring the carnie in the booth but the last finally gets his attention.

"Five bucks? Sure," Scott says. He looks at Alison, smirks and takes aim with the little brown rifle. His first shot brings down a duck, the next two a pheasant each and the fourth a squirrel targer far in the back. Scott smiles at the carnie who looks a lot less enthused than he did. Then Scott fire his last shot through the legs of a donkey target, leaving it up.

"Four shots, very nice sir! What'll it, third row there," the carnie says. Scott points out a multi-coloured unicorn which is handed over to him.

"There. Now you have to carry that around all night," he says with a half-grin and hands Alison the plushie.

He continues on strolling through the park toward the food trucks.

"Uh oh, raptor territory. Hope that unicorn protects us," he says dryly and bumps Alison a bit.

Dazzler has posed:
"Oh, that's nothing," Alison retorts as Scott gives her a ward for the night. She turns the plush around, making its hooves moves as she makes a tiny voice. "She's gonna make me talk with this voice, alllll night!" the rainbowy unicorn says. "Hooraaaay!"

Then, Alison holds the Unicorn to her chest. "Nah, not even I could handle that. But...be on your guard. I wouldn't want the mood to strike us in raptor territory. We'd be doomed."

Cyclops has posed:
"Mood," Scott scoffs lightly.

"I came out here for something to eat. The rest was just keeping cover. And you forcing me to go on rides," Scott says, teasing Alison about the last. He walks along close beside Alison as other carnival goers pass by them in both directions. The causeway thins about a bit where it passes behind some of the games. Most people take the fork to go between the carnies calling out to them to try their luck. But some few, as Dazzler had pointed out earlier, snuck away into this darker stretch of the park for a few moments alone.

Scott does not speak Portugese but the lewd tone and laughter afterwards gives enough of an idea of what was said.

"That's just the start. Let's go and we'll show you a /real/ good time," says a man in heavily accented in English. Another man chuckles and there are cooing and giggling noise from two young female voices.

"I swear someone sent these assholes to torment me," Scott says to Alison. In the lower light, they can see the MD12 guys and their girls walking out from behind a portable that serves as an office. One of the girls is still adjusting her skirt.

Scott turns towards Alison and backs her up against the rear of the carnival game building on their right. He plants his hands on the wall at either side of her head, hiding her face from view. Then he leans in close, bending down slightly to brush his cheek against Alison's.

"Did you plan this? It's a setup and Rogue's gonna jump out at me, isn't it?" Scott whispers in Alison's ear. He leans back a little so the two X-Men are face to face, an intimate, lover's distance. Close enough any normal person would look away.

Dazzler has posed:
"Alison quirks a brow and tilts her head, with her eyes focused intently on his lenses. Her lips are so close to his he can feel her whisper. "And here I thought maybe you just hired those guys to follow us around, so you'd have an excuse." She smiles, and leans in closer, kissing him once. Like a hummingbird - just one sip of nectar. She takes a moment before she opens her eyes again.

"Besides, Rogue lacks the ability to be subtle enough to hide for this long. She'd be taking some poor guy home by now, to remove his watch."

Cyclops has posed:
Behind them, the MD12 guys keep bantering back and forth in Portugese, largely ignoring the girls who stay quiet. They walk in Scott and Dazzler's direction toward the rides from the administrative trailer. They are in no rush as they approach.

Scott stops hearing them when Alison kisses him. His lips follow after hers a fraction of an inch when they part.

"It wasn't in my plan for the night," Scott admits and pressing just a bit more against Dazzler. "I'm just making the best of a good situation. Bad situation. Whatever."

He leans forward and kisses Alison again. She feels something let go, some tension in his body and with it any restraint in his kiss. Passionate and hungry, the X-Men leader gives way to Scott in the heat of Alison's lips.

Scott vaguely hears some chortling right behind him but there is no sign he is aware of anything or anyone beyond Alison. The laughs quickly fade to one side of them along with any footsteps.

Dazzler has posed:
The moment is one for which Alison is wholly unprepared. She feels the levy break, and with it, the full and unrelenting force of what it has held back. The arms that encircled him, now embrace him. And whatever is said in Portuguese simply passes by them unnoticed. She nibbles his lower lip and tastes his kiss, and drinks from a forbidden well as if her body has been parched for so long that it had forgotten the essential beauty of water.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott pours himself into the kiss. Tasting, probing, he responds to her nibble with seeking after more. Minutes pass and the MD12 men are long gone before Scott breaks from the kiss with Alison. He still holds her pressed against him and is so close their noses almost touch.

"Come with me," he whispers hoarsely to Alison, needfully. He is taut and Alison cannot help but feel the pressure against her.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison, breathless, looks around cautiously for those 'friends' of Scott's, as she rakes fingers through her hair, and she lets him pull her along. Even in this state, she can't help teasing. Just a little.

"Got a craving for a turkey leg, didn't ya?"

Cyclops has posed:
Scott turns to look at Dazzler, still pulling her along as he walks backwards. He laughs. Just... laughs and grins.

"Such a pain in my ass," he says with a wide grin. Scott turns around and weaves through the crowd. He moves quickly and navigates the crowd. Soon the two are climbing into a taxi and leaving the boardwalk behind. Scott takes Alison's hand once they start moving. He is quiet, but his perpetual frown is gone. He looks Alison's way and just... smiles.

Dazzler has posed:
"I always have been. Seems a shame to end a streak like that on such a high note." She grins and leans in press a kiss to the side of his neck, sliding a hand up his side to hold him closer. "That smile looks good on you," she whispers against his skin. The rainbow unicorn is still clenched in her hand.

Cyclops has posed:
"I can smile, I just don't... ever," Scott snerks. He closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Alison when she kisses his neck. "Unless something weird happens. Really weird."

Scott nuzzles Alison and lifts her chin with his fingers so he can kiss her again. More restrained than before, more teasing than needful. Mostly.

"You know, we really shouldn't..." he says wryly, playfully, between kisses.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison's lips play against Scott's, lingering against his, and reclaiming them at will. "Shouldn't we?" she asks softly against his lips, as her hands roam more boldly and teasingly over his body.

Cyclops has posed:
"Rules or something..." Scott says quips in a soft voice. He reaches over and pulls Alison around to kneel across him. The taxi driver looks into his rearview mirror and rolls his eyes. Scott pulls Alison down into another kiss. "Gotta follow rules..."

Dazzler has posed:
"Mm. Rules," Alison murmurs between kisses, as she settles onto Scott's lap. "We should definitely stop this right now." Her arms wrap around his neck, as she leans in to immerse herself in his kiss, sliding her fingers through his hair. She's drowning, and Scott is the air she craves. The air she needs.

Cyclops has posed:
Something twinges in the back of Scott's mind. But every kiss and touch from Alison melts another layer of armour. Another layer of control.

When the taxi stops, Scott stuffs too much money to the driver by the passthrough. Scott climbs out of the taxi after Alison and follows her to the doors of her building. When the elevator opens, there is a middle-aged woman inside coming up from the parking garage.

Scott suppresses a smile and steps into the elevator with Alison with his hands in his pockets. He stands beside the singer as they rise up through the building.

Dazzler has posed:
As the elevator doors close on the two and the woman coming up from the garage, Alison sidles closer to Scott, tilting her head and hooking two fingers into his pocket along with his own fingers. She tilts her head and sneaks an inconspicuous look up at him. She winks, and flashes Scott a brilliant smile.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott brushes Alison's fingers with his own. He tries to fight back a chuckle and a smile at her when she just openly looks up to him. He manages to keep down the chuckle.

<Pain in the ass> he mouths to the beautiful blonde.

Even through the glasses, Alison can tell he is looking at her in an entirely different way right now. Not assessing, appraising, making contingencies, forwarding an objective. This man in front of her is just seeing Alison, and very little else.

Dazzler has posed:
Hooking her finger against Scott's, Alison gives his pocket a playful tug as the doors open, and the woman steps off the elevator. Alison's place is the penthouse. She bites her lip as she looks back up at him. Catching that expression. Her eyes are alight. She mouths a silent "Kiss Me," as the doors close.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott grins and obliges before the doors have fully closed. By the time the elevator begins upwards again, he has Alison in full embrace and their lips meet again. It is easy to forget how strong Scott is, that he really does spend as much time training as everyone jokes about. But it shows in how firmly he keeps Alison pressed against him, a hand on her back and the other arm around her waist. Scott holds her closely enough they almost cannot inhale at the same time.

Dazzler has posed:
When the elevator opens again, Alison is pressed against Scott, kissing him fiercely. The door remains on for a handful of seconds, then closes again. Finally she breaks the kiss. Breathlessly, she reaches back and smacks the button to open the doors again. Taking Scott's hand and disentangling herself from him for a moment, she straightens that arm and backs slowly through the doors, pulling him at arm's length and keeping her gaze leveled intently on him. Needful. Almost predatory. Leading him to her door and entering the code to unlock it with her free hand.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott smirks playfully. He follows Alison back to her door and through it into the apartment beyond. Scott keeps coming, stalking after the beauty in front of him. He rumbles deep in his chest as he moves after her.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison keeps backing into the penthouse, keeping her eyes locked on his face, as she extends a hand and crooks a finger, beckoning him as he closes the gap between them.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott grins and erases the space between them in two steps. His shirt falls to the floor as he does. His hands go to Alison's waist and she feels them slide under her blouse and lift it over head. There is a plastic clink on the floor as one of the buttons from her blouse falls off and rolls away. Scott's hands return to her waist, then lower, and he scoops her up in one smooth motion.

"You're always causing me trouble," he grins as he carries her to the nearest soft surface he can find. He lowers her there and slides down over her to kiss her hungrily.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison looks up into Scott's face, wrapping her arms around him as he lowers to her. She clings to him as she kisses him with all her soul. Her body arches up against him as fingers grapple along his flesh to find purchase. To convince her the moment is real. To join them together. And to keep it from ending.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott pulls his glasses off and reaches over to set them down on the coffee table beside them.

"I don't know how I missed you before," Scott says as he nibbles Alison's ear. "But I see you now."

His lips brush hers and before long they are joined together.