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[futures_of_ash]

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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[futures_of_ash]

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"

[prydeful]

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?"

[futures_of_ash]

"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..."

[prydeful]

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

[futures_of_ash]

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

[prydeful]

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

[futures_of_ash]

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

To Rachel really.

[prydeful]

"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?"

[futures_of_ash]

"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."

[prydeful]

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

[futures_of_ash]

"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?

[prydeful]

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

Oh, that's easy.

DRINK ME.

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

[futures_of_ash]

"Either" she chuckled.

Bring it on.

See boulder? See boulder shiver and crack apart in lines of blue flame!