xmutanthigh | [closed log] It's saturday night!

[Julian doesn't even have to ask ok. He hardly had to look at his caller ID or recognize Ali's voice to know that the person asking him about Rocky Mountain Bearfuckers is Ali. He's in his room right now trying to read Jane Eyre as promised to a certain lady. For the last hour. He's... still on the first page. It's a struggle.]

Listen, Ali, I don't have time to talk to you about your gross bestiality kink. You wanna go fuck a bear, that's your business, babe.

[Ali rolls her eyes, humming as she rummages through the deepest corners of the kitchen pantry.]

It's a fucking drink you hosebeast, which I will make and consume with you if you'll just google the recipe.

[She finds the paydirt, dusty liquor bottles of all varieties which she collects greedily.]

I know you're just sitting in your room pretending to do homework because it's easier than pretending you have a life.

[And Julian rolls his eyes right back, a smirk in his voice.]

I know it's a drink, gorgeous. And I'm not pretending to do homework or pretending to have a life. I'm doing both.

[Ali unscrews the top of one of the bottles and takes a swig]

As Jono would say: Bollocks! You can't do both at the same time. If you had a life, you wouldn't be doing homework on a Saturday when your best friend wants you to get drunk and celebrate her not-death at the hands of vengeful dessert-deprived mutants.

[He scoffs out a laugh and lays the book on his chest, because she's getting his attention, as per usual. It's why they're bffs.]

Jono wouldn't have actually killed you. Much.

Dude, I looked like I was raped by a bb gun. [she pulls up the hem of her shirt to examine the evidence] If I didn't special order all that Euro-candy for him, we'd eventually have to break up the band. He may not have killed me but the ban, Julian, the baaaaaaand.

[she takes another swig to ease the pain of thinking of another split up band on her list.]

[Julian chuckles at this. Oh Ali and her bands and Jono and his candy. He's silent a moment, and then moves the book to the side, getting up and making his way downstairs.]

All right, sweetheart. You convinced me. But tomorrow, I gotta read this book or I'll kill you.

Death to books! {Ali's a bit more tipsy having sampled everything she's pillaged from the kitchen] I don't even know why you chose to take more school, Keller. The worst!

[Ali's got the liquor all lined up alphabetically in order according her own personal rating system of "yum" "Delish" to "ick" "barf" and it doesn't make to much sense at all.]

What'll it be, champ?

Because [He walks into the kitchen now and ends the conversation, pocketing his phone.] I have an empire to run, sweetheart.

[takes the vodka and pours himself his own shot in answer to her question. and downs it.]

You're supposed to cheers, mullet. [Ali pours her own shot of vodka.] Empire scmempire. I have a rock'n'roll superhero legend to forge, you don't see me wasting time in class. I have priorities. [She punctuates her point by downing the shot.]

I think that's Piotr's vodka...it's fuckin' good!

[Cheers, schmeers. Julian puts the shot glass down and mosies on over to the fridge for food. He's still a growing boy and needs a sammich.]

Yeah, it's good.

[rummages around for ingredients]

Listen, Blaire--no degree, no money. No money, no life of luxury. No life of luxury--what's the point of living?

[ He kicks the fridge door closed at that, his arms full of sammich materials.]

[Mmm. Sammich. Ali gives a pleading look, wordlessly asking him to make one for her too.]

Dude, all we gotta do is get the Maker to come up with a few key inventions : time machine, teleporter, stun gun...basically anything out of Star Trek. Then we travel back in time, tell ourselves about Facebook and Google and whatnot, and BAM the future, our present, is all Mai-Tais and Yahtzee.

[She pours them each another shot.]

Or, you know, vodka and video games. Whatever.

Sweetheart, if the rest of my life turns out to be all about Mai-Tais and games of Yahtzee, I'd kill you just to give myself something to do.

[Yeah, Julian's all responsible (kinda) and has big dreams and shit. Like saving the world and boinking a lot of ladies. But he pulls out four slices of bread because he's a super good friend.]

You have no imagination. Think of how much wold-saving you could do if you had no job! How much time you could spend hanging out with me!

[She gives him a squeeze around the waist, making sure not to interfere with the sammich-making.]

We could do both at the same time, even. Have our own superhero posse funded by our wisely advised investments. Think of it! [She's getting excited, which means she's starting to flail, which means she's getting close to knocking over a bunch of bottles...] A posse!

[And she does knock over a bunch of bottles. In fact, one of them rolls to the floor and Julian stops it from smashing into little bitty pieces with just a lift of his hand.]

Mmm, sweetheart. You mean all the time I spend stopping you from making messes? [Not that... Julian doesn't make his share. Shh.] You know, gorgeous, I think a posse would cramp my style.

What! What! You just think it's homo to use the word posse. If I said entourage, or gang, or team you'd be all over it.

[She's a bit sheepish about knocking over and spilling things, but is trying to distract Julian from remembering she even did that stuff in the first place...]

Just don't call it a "crew." That's lame and makes you sound like you think you're from "the street."

I'm not from the street, Blaire. I'm from Southern California. [He scoops up the bottle, places it securely right side up on the table.] And if I had a team, they wouldn't be a posse or an entourage or a gang. They'd be a badass superhero team and don't you forget it, spaz.

Well obviously they'd be badass. You think my superhero mutant team wouldn't be badass?

[She's feeling a little indignant, yo. Does she ever hang with anyone who isn't extremely badass? Does she??]

Hell, I could call my team a bouquet and it'd still be more badass than yours, okay. Because I would be on it. And I--

[She stops midsentence as Julian hands her a sammich. She takes a bite and the next words Julian can only understand because he's used to Ali talking with her mouth full.]

You would make an amazing housewife. This is the best sammich ever.

Of course it would be. Just not as badass as mine.

[How rude. Julian, a housewife? Josh wears the skirt in the relationship, helloooo?]

Hey, that is a manly sandwich, sweetheart. And it would be badass with you on the team, because the team you're talking about? Is my team, and I veto that pussy name.

[Julian leans on the counter, takes another shot, and then a huge bite of his sammich. He talks with his mouth full too. They are soulmates.]

And we're not calling the team "Dazzler," either.

[Soulmates indeed. Nobody else would understand much of the conversation right now...]

I'm not saying I wanna call it that. I just could. If I wanted to. Which I don't. Shut up and stop looking at me like that.

[Ali gulps down a gob of sammich with a shot of whiskey.]

And I'll have you know "Dazzler" is a great name. For everything.

[Trust her. She knows. Fourteen bands, three solo stints and a superhero codename and she still won't retire the name...]

I'll look at you however I want.

[MAMMOTH BITE.]

Yeah, for Edward Cullen.

[Yeah, Julian went there. Through a gob of food in his mouth.]

[This is what Ali looks like choking.]

[this is what Ali looks like continuing to choke while giving Julian the worst DEATH GLARE in the history of DEATH GLARES.]

[This is what Julian looks like when he's laughing at you.

And hitting your back to help with the choking thing.]

[Incessant spluttering noises.]

You did not. Just. I can't...I-I-I...

[Pouts.]

I thought we were friends.

[Ali's pouts don't work okay. Julian is unfazed.]

Yeah, and Josh isn't a homo. The more you know, gorgeous.

[Seething look. She takes a very loooooong chug of whiskey to forget this whole situation. Otherwise they couldn't be friends.]

Bitch.

[Julian is still tickled with amusement. But he follows suit and takes a swig of the vodka.]

Love you too.

[Ali's still a little sulky, but she's getting over it.]

Of course you do. I'm the most interesting and fun person in you boring life.

[This loooooook. Accompanied with a cocky smirk.]

Boring, sweetheart? I'm a superhero, I'm rich, and I can have any girl I want. Now how boring could my life be?

Edited 2010-09-13 02:49 (UTC)

Any girl? I don't see Rogue around anywhere...

[Ali makes an innocent face looking around the kitchen in puzzlement.]

Did you leave her tied up in your bed?

[Julian just raises an eyebrow, okay. He's not like... blushing or anything. Nope. Well, maybe a tinge of color, but other than that he's got the best poker face this part of mutanteria. And he lets out a laugh.]

I'd have to want her for it to apply. Anyway, she'd break my nose before getting in my bed, sweetheart. [fjldkgj another shot time]

So, if you don't want her...[Ali's being cheeky as all hell, now.]...then how come the Maker's got you kissing her on camera during my paintball war?

[Yeah, she's trying but those pursed lips can't hide the triumphant smirk that's dying to bust onto her face.]

And since when do you let a broken nose become too much of a challenge for you, anyway? [Raises a glass to him.] You're Julian fucking Keller.

[The face Julian has on his face right about now... is the face of someone who has a secret. And that secret was just found out, like a band-aid gets ripped off--fast and painful. Put in half a cup of deer-in-headlights, set to blend, and voila. Julian's face.

But he recovers remarkably, because he is Julian fucking Keller. Strangely enough, the "ha ha you're shitting me" laugh he makes and the silence after it is thick with obviousness anyway. Not that dear Julian realizes this.]

...Tha-cute, Blaire, real cute. [another swig please] I'm sure if she wasn't still getting over the Iceman... Anyway, I like my nose. [He's totally failing here okay and giving a half-hearted shrug and being all coy and it's adorable all right. And failing.] It's a nice nose.

[Ali's got her tongue between her teeth, the most adorable "I love busting your secrets" smile on her face. Real cute is a total understatement. She reaches up and grabs his nose between her knuckles, pulling on it just enough to make Julian's face scrunch up in resistance before looking down at her hand, his "nose" squished between her two fingers.]

This nose? Yeah, it's okay, I guess. You're clearly not that attached to it...[yeah, she's sniggering at her own bad joke, this is Alison Blaire] I'll hang on to it for you, if you like. Keep it safe!

[Nyugh okay, Julian's just moving on from this topic as fast as he can okay. He might be avoiding eye contact throughout this whole exchange and until he gets his totally not there blush under control. He laughs and take another hearty bite of his sandwich.]

Yeah, sure... Just don't put it in your back pocket and sit on it. And don't tell anyone what you saw because she probably doesn't want more of her shit on the mutant high grapevine.

Edited 2010-09-13 05:02 (UTC)

Shut uuuup. [Ali rolls her eyes and smooshes her palm into his face, returning his nose to it's rightful place on his rosy face.]

I'm not gonna tell anyone and nobody would care. [Okay...probably people would care, but Ali's more interested in the gastronomic warfare of pantry pranks and paintball so that doesn't occur to her.] Besides, Forge already said to keep it on the QT--Logan's sworn that if anyone so much as mentions those videotapes is going to be forced to watch them repeatedly, A Clockwork Orange style. I think you and Foley damaged his brain trying to figure out which of you was out first.

[Julian swats her hand away and chuckles a bit, finally looking up in the general vicinity of her eyes again.] There's nothing to figure out, Ali, I shot him first and the little prick knows it, too.

OOC: This. Is. So. Cute. The baaaaaaand!

I can just imagine Ali having a whole list of bands that she's sad about being broken up, including ones she was in!

ooc obv...

She's probably got a T-shirt : gone but not forgotten, like, fourteen bands all named "Dazzler"

[closed log] It's saturday night!

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