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Rachel is in the bar, slowly stretching in the rafters. The feel of muscles moving under whole, undamaged skin is something that makes her smile. And, for a wonder, she's actually not wearing spandex or torn jeans...no. She's wearing a small work out bra, rippling scars showing in breathtaking patterns everytime she bends her back.

It's a tale of pain and agony each time the light shifts over the slick skin...

Perhaps that's why she's in the rafters. She hates to bother people.

[Alas, the computer is being stolen from me. Open to slowtags of course]

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Hey, if you've got scars of your own, who're you to object to anyone else's?

"You having fun up there, Marvel Girl?"

Very few bear scars well, their own or others...heroes aside.

Or hero ninja teachers aside...

"It passes the time" she answered softly, staring down from her current position.

It's something you get used to.

"I guess it'd do that. You wanna pass the time with a boring old schoolmarm, instead?" She's not yet looked up, really, just drinking her coffee.

"Somehow, I doubt you manage boring, Pryde" she chuckled, a sound lacking in mirth...

But, because Kitty asked? Rachel slips down from the rafters, settling into her stretches on the floor properly beside Kitty's chair.

"It may be beyond my admittedly eclectic skill range," cheerfully, and now she looks over from her coffee.

"What's up, Red?"

"You'd have to lose a good portion of yourself to be boring" she agreed. "And we can't have that"

She glances up, again, with the not-a-smile but trying expression "I'm as healed as I'm getting...and there's been a door flickering. I hear your own reality is grim...?"

"God forbid."

She shrugs after a moment.

"You know how it goes. Hey." She reaches out and gently pokes Rachel's forehead.

"You don't have to try with me."

"I'll add God to the list of "Pissed if fates screw with Kitty" right after the X-crew" she teased gently.

"Yeah, life goes pear shaped no matter what. It's a constant..." she winced at the poke slightly, blinking at the soft touch "Trying's what I got Pryde. My heads burning up, my body's whole...and I'm scared...what's left?"

Kitty Pryde...one of the few people to get sheer honesty.

This is one of those things that you're not always happy about getting.

"Well. We could get drunk and blow shit up?"

Classic X-Men response to being scared, right there.

......

"Kitty"

Remember who said telepaths shouldn't get drunk?

"Can we? Really?" Christmas's come early.

Yeah, but man, sometimes exceptions are needed.

She's facepalming, a little.

"...As long as we don't blow up anything that makes Bernard had been planning on, or is really, like, essential to the bar, yeah."

Rachel's as happy with sparklers as with giant fiery doom.

Doesn't mean she can't get Kitty just a little more worried...

"Soooo...define essential"

"--Red, it's comments like that that are the reason you and I get on so well," with a grin.

She's gonna go with Rachel teasing.

She'd have to panic otherwise.

Kitty's fun to watch when she panics...well, fun in a really dangerous tiger by the tail kinda way...

"I do my best Pryde"

Rachel's ideas of fun match up with Kitty's, and are not good for either of their life expectancies.

"Just...try not to rewire anyone's brain, or make them permanently afraid of, like, q-tips?"

"Hey, the last guy deserved it...he was following us home with intent to harm..." she defended, lifting her head indignantly.

"And there's other ways to get your ears clean..."

"See, this is why we can't go out and do things," sadly.

"Well, that still leaves us with the "Staying in" option" she pointed out, optimistically.

"True. And in here involves a magical Bar that we need to take advantage of."

"If said bar can be convinced to release alcohol to us"

To Rachel really.

"Worth a try."

Which is why she's standing, and going to Bar, and attempting to look cute. And innocent. And like Bar should have no qualms giving alcohol to her, which she would share with Rachel.

"Please, sweetheart, just a bottle of wine and some glasses? It's a special occassion. And I promise not to let her blow anything up that can't be easily replaced."

Bar seems not overly reassured, based on the fact that it takes her several moments to decide, before said bottle and glasses appear almost grudgingly.

"Thanks." She scoops them up before giving Ray a raised eyebrow. "Well?"

"Might want to check the bottle..." she noted as she rose "See if she switched it and stuck a label on it..."

Her luck and Bar's mothering? It's seltzer water.

Factor in Kitty being cute and innocent though...could be legit.

"We'll let you handle what blows up though. Promise. You point, I shoot."

"Better not be," she mutters as they go out back and she ditches the cork. "You want demon bunnies, rocks, or trees?"

"Mixtures of all three and random pop quizzes?" she hazarded, reaching over to poke the bottle curiously. "Or maybe I blow things up, you through nifty things at the pieces?"

And the 64 thousand dollar question?

What's the label say?

"Given or destroyed?" The quizzes, that is.

Oh, that's easy.

DRINK ME.

"Hit the boulder, Marvel Girl, and win a prize."

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