Owner	Pose
Kurt Wagner	The blue ford small SUV is hardly the arrest me red electric sports car he used to drive. But, it does have heated seats so Lorna's tushie doesn't get too cold, so that is a plus. Ultimately, Kurt is happy with a lifestyle that is a little less rockstar than maybe he was living just a few scant months ago. The reason for that, no doubt, is the lovely Princess Lorna. Kurt has Lorna on his arm as he escorts her on into the bar, and right on over to a small table, tugging the chair out for her with his tail. "Brr." he mutters at Lorna. "The worst thing about this place is the winter, leibling." He stops the waitress. "1 lager, 1 diet soda, two waters. Vegetarian plate for her." She stops him. "Chicken fingers and fries for you, Kurt." He flushes indigo at that. "Ja!" She shoots back. "No beer for you, just Lorna?" He gives a little laugh at that. "Her turn to be designated driver?" His tail slashes as the waitress gives a little laugh at that and he tries to help Lorna out of her coat. "Oh! Please, also a hot cocoa for Lorna, if you do nicht mind?" He moves to removes his own coat as well.
Lorna Dane	"No cocoa for you, Kurt? We could mix it with your beer." Lorna teases and lifts a shoulder to the waitress. "I take pity and drive on occasion." She offers and smiles to her easily before sitting and nudging Kurt's chair out with a foot. "I would think the cold didn't bother you much, Germany must have had it's share of chilly winters. I grew up in much warmer climates, it still mystifies me, the first snow fall and the way it all changes."
Mystique	Out of the back pool room, a blonde woman emerges, carrying a pool cue. She looks to be around age 30 or 35, but she's very attractive either way. She has a black sleeveless shirt on that is cut just short enough to expose the part of her stomach above her black slim fit jeans. The blonde walks into the main room of Harry's, toward the bar, she moves TO the bar and smiles at the man behind it. "Beer, please. The expensive kind." She looked to Lorna and Kurt and would offer them both a pleasant smile.
Kurt Wagner	"Ja!" Kurt agrees. "It gets plenty cold in Germany,und the trailer was a little drafty." Kurt adds, 'The fur does nicht help as much as one would hope." He admits. His tail slides under the table to coil around Lorna's ankle in a casual manner as if that is where it goes all the time.     Harry's has several beer snobs. The waitress pours the blond a nice domestic craft beer that is not too carbonated, but has a nice aroma and a decent head. She cautions, "A little weaker than some might like. But, that can be a plus?" She smiles.
Lorna Dane	"So what your saying is you could use a nice winter parka?" Lorna wonders. "I've been debating what to get you for Christmas, Hanuka too-though I won't push it on you, going to temple and all that." She tells Kurt and glances at the blonde, more surprised by the lack of bundling they all seem to favor at the bar. Looking back at Kurt, she leans back in her chair, content and happy.
Mystique	The blonde accepts the drink from the waitress and thanks her with a sweet smile before she she sipped from it and walked toward the jukebox on the wall beside the door, which lead her past where Kurt and Lorna were. She set the pool cue down against the machine while she eyed the song selection and eventually would choose a quiet Elvis song after dropping some money into the machine.
Kurt Wagner	"Nein. They get in the way." Kurt says. "I just will be a little cold. Winter does not last forever." Kurt reaches over to hold Lorna's hand. "I do nicht need anything. We haff other expenses coming up. Maybe a nice night out for each other?" It takes the waitress a few moments. Cocoa is not something they just pour out of a tap here. After a few moments, the drinks arrive.     Song selection is pretty standard. A little too heavy on Journey for Kurt's tastes.
Lorna Dane	"Elvis, old school. I like how Jukeboxes almost never have new music-have you noticed babe?" She asks Kurt, thanking the Waitress and wrapping her hands around the cocoa. She huddles to it and looks at Kurt. "We can afford it, those other expenses. I'm still going to get you a gift, even if it's a picture frame made with sticks and dried macaroni." She teases, her tone dry as she looks at him. "It's going to be fine, try to enjoy things a little, we're in a good place to."
Mystique	The blonde turned away from the jukebox with her beer and pool cue back in ahnd and she walked casually, if a bit slowly, past the two at the table. She paused then to smile at them both. "Harry doesn't allow new music in the jukebox. He says it makes his ears bleed." She said in a soft and sultry voice, enjoying the song she'd selected. She moves past them and settles down into a chair at a table beside their's, by herself. Though she doesn't outright stare at them, she just leans back in her chair and closes her eyes while leaning the pool cue against the table and resting the glass of beer on her lap.
Kurt Wagner	"We are, ja!" Kurt agrees. he gives a little nod of his head. "Und we have help should things get out of hand." Kurt says. His grin is warm. With a tilt of his head as he tightens his tail on Lorna, Kurt just answers her. "I am just making sure we are in a position for when a shoe drops. Lorna, I have never been happier. You. The baby on the way? Never happier. I guess is just.." He releases her hand to gesture with his in an open sort of gesture. "I have never had anything to really lose before?" He makes a slightly uncomfortable face. "I do not need a present, because I would rather just enjoy things, honestly? Rather than work meinself up over yet another grand gesture to you, well, simply stopping meinself before that happens, just feeling our way through the holidays? That seems like enough for me? Maybe we can pose for a family photo of sorts. You can wear the dress we got married in, und we can call it a wedding picture? ja." Kurt settles his hand on hers. "I am sorry you did nicht get the big wedding. or your prince charming!" he gives her a playful wink.
Lorna Dane	"You worry too much." Lorna shakes her head. "There is no other shoe, well-maybe the baby, but we can handle that surprise fine." She points out and sips her cocoa before offering him a sip. "No grand gestures, but you're right, a picture together would be nice. Wait till we have you sitting for an official portrait." She warns teasingly. "Smooth your hair down and put you in a suit, and sash." She nudges Kurt. Looking to the blonde as she finally settles near them Lorna nods. "That sounds like Harry. Holding on to the good old days."
Mystique	The blonde sat forward in her chair, unable to not overhear what the couple were saying. She turned around then to face them and she smiled at them. "A baby?" She said to them. "That is so wonderful!" She looked delightfuly elated for both of them. "Let me buy your dinner tonight, anything you want, its on me." Her blue eyes looked from Lorna to Kurt and she raised her beer for a sip. "Its the least I can do, afterall." She said in a slightly softer tone with a distant smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Kurt Wagner	His nose wrinkles. Kurt chuckles. "parted down he middle, ja?" He makes as if to smooth his hair out. "Flat und straight here, like a helmet, then feathery und sticking out at the edge?" he asks with a little wink. "Fake medals? Can I nicht just wear a white suit und a white Panama hat like some Banana Republic dictator?" Kurt teases the princess.     The blond woman pulls Kurt out of his little comedic bit about this 'Prince Consort' business. He blinks a couple of times, "Oh. Umm, mein. we were just talking." He hastily back pedals. His face going indigo in a blush is proof of the lie. "Nein Nein. We could nicht accept!" he looks at the woman, tilting his head to the side. he hadn't really looked at her before. Her tones are odd, but he certainly cannot place her. She's far too good to make a slip up. He stares at her for a moment, then shakes his head clear. "Sorry. Umm. Kurt. Kurt Wagner." He stands up, like he was taught to do. He takes the step over to offer the lady his hand. "Mein wife, Lorna." He introduces the green-tressed woman, his tail tip giving a little quiver of happiness at being able to call her that.
Lorna Dane	Leaning forward, Lorna looks around Kurt. "Thank you for your offer, but Kurt's right, we simply couldn't accept." She tells the blond and sits back, watching Kurt get flustered with a happy smile. She swirls her cocoa a little and reaches out to twitch Kurt's tail, teasing him some as he fusses and moves about.
Mystique	The blonde would accept their denial of her payment and she'd just softly nod her head and force a smile onto her lips. "Very well, if you insist." She said before watching Kurt stand and move offer his hand. She'd stand up to accept it then and look between the. "Married too? Wow, thats wonderful as well. Kind of rare these days for people to get knocked up and actually be married..." She grinned at them both. The blonde took Kurt's hand and gave it a honest firm squeeze. She looked from Lorna back to him and she grinned. "You did good. Found yourself a pretty one." She was being friendly, if a bit odd... but how normal are strange women in bars really anyway?
Kurt Wagner	It does through him a little. Kurt looks at her for a moment longer. "Do we know you?" He asks. Like he is searching a memory. He's a clever one, but he taps his forehead with the back of his hand. "Oh ja? You work at the dealerhsip?" he asks. He nods. "Ja. That is where I know you from. You helped with the car paperwork?" He looks over at Lorna and his grin is just this side of goofy. "She is lovely." He agrees. "Thank goodness smart, beautiful women can haff the worst of taste in men?" He deflects with humor, but he is obviously teasing. "You come here often?" He asks the blond. He pauses. "I did nicht catch your name?"
Lorna Dane	Blinking, Lorna shakes her head. "How dare I snag one of the good ones?" She drawls to Kurt and sips her cocoa, letting him chat. She is content to watch him catch up with his car dealership lady friend and warm up in the bar, her compliment winning the woman a quick smile rather than deflecting like Kurt does. It leaves her free to check her emails on her phone, ever working.
Mystique	The blonde turned and sat her glass down onto the bar and then placed her hands onto her hips and smiled at Lorna and then to Kurt. "Car dealership... I think I had that job for all of an hour." She joked, but it wasn't really a joke, a laughed was released then and she softly shook her head. "No... I don't believe you know me. I don't believe either of you know me. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure that I know me either." Another faint grin was givne to them both. "I did used to know Charles Xavier though... You..." She pointed at them both, one and then the other. "You both work at his school up the road, yeah?"
Kurt Wagner	Kurt is used to being recognized. The other words though, they raise a little alarm bell in his mind. His tail goes absolutely still. Kurt's eyes widen just a little. About seven emotions war on his face. For just a moment, he is really worried. Then he tries to dismiss it as a bit of paranoia. He scoffs at himself. "For a moment, I thought." His tail witches. "Well, if you are a freund to Charles, then you have to join us then, ja?" Because that makes her family of a sort. Kurt reaches over to pull out a chair for the woman. "You do nicht seem old enough to be one of the students. Lorna und I have been there for more years than we might care to admit." Kurt tilts a brow. "I am a mutant, you see?" His tail tip gives a little flick as if in jest. "I know. It is very shocking, ja?" His smile quirks. "I seemed so normal?" He winks at Lorna.
Lorna Dane	"Oh, you have a tail! How on Earth did I miss that?" Lorna wonders all wide eyed innocence before studying the blonde woman herself. "Hmmm, a friend of Charles? The professor knows so many people, doesn't he?" She wonders wearily and resolves to keep her guard up as she looks between the two.
Mystique	The blonde would show her smile once more to both of them. To Lorna she'd first reply to though. "Oh yes... Kind and generous people often do." She'd then adjust her eyes to the chair that Kurt offered. "I can't, really. Not in good conscious... you two are on a date tonight and it wouldn't be my place to disturb that anymore than I already have." She'd tkae a second to breath in between her lips and then softly release it. "I have to be on my way anyway. I have a whole -house- full of cats waiting to be fed when I get home. The little hell raisers that they are." She'd grin then and turn to maker her way toward the bar, she'd pull a wallet out of her backpocket and start to slide some money to the barkeep.
Kurt Wagner	He gasps. "I do?" He turns around, mock chasing it. Kurt gives a warm little laugh. He then nods to the blond woman. "If you insist." He agrees. he frowns though. he starts to open his mouth. He closes it. He opens it. He looks pained for a moment. "Mom?" he asks. He doesn't know. There is no way he could know. He says it faintly. He's embarrassed. He regrets it as soon as he asks. There is just something in the tone though. Something just a little plaintive. He bites his bottom lip, hating that he even asked.     It was a shot in the dark. "I. Nicht. Sorry." Kurt backpedals. "I hoped-- thought you were someone else." He cradles his face in his hand, embarrassed and sits back down. "Enjoy your katzchens, fraulein."
Lorna Dane	Watching Kurt, Lorna arches a brow when Kurt calls the blond his mom and proceeds to look embarrassed. She rubs his back lightly with a hand and waves the other to the woman. "Have a good evening." she offers and looks at Kurt. "No one had a shiv pressed to them or ended up roped into anything on toward so there's no way your mother could be here, darling."
Mystique	The blonde woman had paid for their meal, they just didn't know it yet. She'd left a total of two hundred dollars at the bar to cover everything they'd be buying for the remainder of their evening and then she'd turned around and smiled at them. She didn't react to the mom part, she acted like she hadn't even heard it even if she had. She was his mother by biological rules, but she knew damn well that she wasn't a mother to him, she'd treated him terribly and she had no right to hold that title over him. The blonde woman, having not ever given a name, smiled at them. "Have a lovely dinner." She said on her way out of the bar. ... Once outside, she walked to Kurt's vehicle and she took a moment beside it to slip something under the windshield wiper that she'd also had in her wallet. She'd come here tonight for a reason, and it was to congratulate Lorna and Kurt for their wedding and their child on the way. Under the windshield wiper was the only picture she'd ever had of Kurt when he was a baby, it was old and crumpled, but he'd know it was him. A car pulled up moments later and inside it a man with goggles on his eyes looked out at the blonde. She turned to face him, walked toward his car and got inside, it drove away into the night there-after.
Kurt Wagner	Sitting back down, Kurt agrees. "Ja." he smiles. "Of course not." he'll be pleasant and wonderful all night, even fogetting things. But the dinner being bought? It worries him. And if someone were to be watching from a half a mile off from some optics, they'd see an absolute meltdown as a sobbing Elf falls to his knees and has to be held by his wife.