Happy Hour

[balancingminds]

Charles is tugging off his tie that goes with his elegant three piece suit as he enters the Bar, laughs and calls behind him, "Raven, Milliways is in my room. I'm going to get a drink before we head out!"

Then he walks through and tucks his tie into his pocket as he unbuttons his collar, he'll have time to change into something else before they go to the pubs.

When he reaches the counter, he grins as a note appears and he nods before shifting behind the counter and looking for some specials.

Happy Hour with Professor Xavier
Teacher's Pet
Cherry Champagne
Piece of Mind
If I can't figure out what drink you want then your drink's free.

Once the specials are up, he pours himself a glass of champagne and waits to see what Milliways will bring tonight.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Jess Day, Gwaine
OOC: Charles is going to be actively listening to minds so please include thoughts in narration.
Open until I say its not, threadhop, enjoy and help Charles celebrate his degree.
Home after midnight and if you're interested in starting a new thread, ask me before tagging as this has been a great but busy Happy Hour.

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[singsometimes]

"Are you like, a mind reader or something?"

At this point, he can be just about anything. Maybe a god.

She did just meet a goddess, after all.

But she focuses her mind on what she wants to eat, which is - at this moment - a bowl of Udon noodles, and a cup of green tea.

Though she might want something alcoholic at some point. You know, while she's in a bar.

[balancingminds]

"A telepath, yes, and wait one moment,"

He goes into the kitchen and soon returns with just what she wants.

[singsometimes]

"Wow," she says, a laugh escaping her.

She is obviously delighted.

"That's pretty awesome. You really can read minds."

[balancingminds]

"Of course I can. I don't say things I don't mean. Enjoy and welcome to Milliways."

[singsometimes]

"Thanks," she says, beaming.

It may occur to her that his name and his ability strikes a comic-book-y chord in her.

There was a time when she spent a whole lot of time reading comic books. Mostly during detention monitoring. Those kids sure have a lot of comic books confiscated.

"I'm Jess, by the way."

[balancingminds]

"You're welcome. Do you have any questions that I can help answer?"

If she asks, he can explain, he had a discussion about comic books with someone else.

[singsometimes]

She does give it some honest thought.

The first question that comes to mind, even before the whole comic-book Professor X thing is: "Well, I saw these rats walking around with waiting trays."

She scrunches her nose.

"What's that about?"

[balancingminds]

"They're the wait rats and work here. I don't know where they came from just that they fit here and understand all the orders you give them,"

Charles considers them part of the Milliways' weird.

[singsometimes]

"They work here?"

Rats can work?

"Are they unionized?" she jokes. "Okay, that was probably mean. I'm sure they're really great ... rats.

"Do they have names?"

[balancingminds]

"I have no idea but some of them do have names."

[singsometimes]

"Do they speak, too?"

Jess starts to dig in to her noodles, which are proving to be pretty darned impressive.

"Did you make these?" she asks.

It could be magic, after all.

[balancingminds]

"They squeak but don't speak English though they do understand it. No, I didn't, they did in the kitchen."

[singsometimes]

"Really? Well, they're excellent cooks," Jess says, nodding with approval. "This is so good."

She has a couple of mouthfuls between sips of tea before she asks, "So are you like, a regular bartender? Or semi-regular, when you're not being professorial?"

[balancingminds]

"This is the first time I've tended so neither. Bar asked me to and I'm glad to help her. I agree, they are, but Milliways is rather marvelous."

[singsometimes]

"I guess I'll find out," Jess says, grinning a little. "A lot of people here, it seems like once you find a door, you can usually find one again.

"So ... how exactly does she ask you to? Does she actually speak? Like," She lowers her voice, sounding suspiciously like a ghoul or something, "'Oooh, hellooo Charles Xavier - I'll need someone to tend me tonight. Will yooou dooo it?"

She pauses.

"Okay, maybe with less ghostiness."

[balancingminds]

He laughs at the impression and leans over the counter, "I can show you if you like. Most people she talks to with napkins but she talks to me in here,"

At that he taps his forehead, he can share a memory of Bar's voice with her.

[singsometimes]

"Yeah," she says, looking a little more excitable than she probably ought to.

It's just - well, why not just embrace every last quirk of this place? It's a lot easier than sitting back in skepticism-land.

She leans forward too.

"Show me."

[balancingminds]

Gently, he rests his hand on her cheek, he doesn't really have to for a connection as she's so open but he wants to.

Then he replays for her the conversation he had with Bar when he arrived, Bar has a distinct feeling of wood in her mental voice as well as warmth and humor.

[singsometimes]

If she suddenly feels a tiny bit flushed at his touch (which is warm and gentle), well ... we'll just ignore that, won't we?

Especially since Charles Xavier is kind of a mind-reader and all that.

Jess concentrates on hearing the conversation Bar had with him, closing her eyes and taking a moment to filter the sound around them out.

What she hears is really, seriously, ohmygod impressive and delightful; it's that warmth and humour in the Bar's mental voice.

She never would have expected it, honestly.

It's a little like ... it's kind of like listening to her mom.

[balancingminds]

When she starts to filter the sound, he helps, tamping it down on his end and then opens his eyes, still with his hand on her cheek,

"She's quite marvelous and reminds me of my Nanny."

[singsometimes]

"She sounds lovely," Jess says, slowly opening her eyes too.

"Wow."

It felt so close, so ... intimate, hearing her voice like that, and sharing in so personal a thought.

She steps back, smiling.

"Thanks for sharing that."

[balancingminds]

At her wow, he blushes and sets his hand down on the counter,

"You're welcome. I'm glad that I could as not everyone's comfortable with what I can do."

[singsometimes]

"Well, some people really like to keep things close to the vest," Jess says.

She understands.

Nick's a little like that, actually.

"They'd prefer to keep their own thoughts really locked up tight in a box, which is then hidden in another box that's stored in the walls. Or something."

She shrugs.

"I'm not like that. I'm ... kind of an open book, I guess."

[balancingminds]

"Yes, I know a few people like that. You are, its lovely to see,"

As openness in the way she's open is something he rarely finds. It makes him want to know more about her.

[singsometimes]

Well, all you have to do, Mr Xavier, is ask.

She will probably tell you more than you want to know, if you don't stop her.

"Well, I'm glad you think so," Jess says. She grins. "My best friend ... I usually tell her everything. I'm not sure she'd believe me if I told her about this place, though."