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“Wonderful…” he searched around for an order, finding a high level of resistance. He furrowed his brows.
“What can I get you?”
For a brief moment, Jean felt something... strange. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but, deciding it was probably nothing, she brushed it off.
“Hmm... What do you recommend?” Jean asked, not wanting to fully admit she was still new to places like these.
’ What do I do all day? Why I paint my nails and read US Weekly cover to cover. Didn’t you know? ’
“Can’t say I do. The tabloids give as much truth as lawyers does in court. Not so reliable.”
logan’s eyes darted towards the woman for a brief second, and he noticed how oddly she was looking at him. his brows furrowed, as if using his facial expression to ask her if something was wrong. but as her eyes stayed on him, he couldn’t help but ask.
’ ya alright there, RED? ‘
she seemed to have snapped back as she let one word escape her lips, but logan could sense that she was feeling tense. must’ve really been a bad day.
’ ya don’t drink often, do ya? anyway, look LADY, if ya don’t feel like tellin’ me about yer crappy day, THEN DON’T. i ain’t forcin’ ya to do anythin’, sweetheart. but the offer’s still on the table, i’ve listened to a bunch of fuckin’ sad stories from sappy customers before. ’
he looked back at her, trying to not look too intimidating or scary as he took the glass from her and filled it with bourbon, before handing it back to her. he noticed that this time, she had a smile on her face. she seemed like a nice gal, after all.
’ guessin’ yer not too comfortable with strangers, eh? name’s LOGAN. ’
Laughter bubbled in her throat and she shook her head, "Ah, well, I wouldn't say that..." Jean may have been a shy kid before but one thing was for sure now. She wasn’t one to shy from a conversation. However it may begin.Eagerly wrapping her hands around the now refilled glass, she took a sip and hummed contentedly. "Logan, hm? That's a nice name. I'm Jean." The redhead tilted her head to the side and took another gulp, "I think we're kind of the same. I'm a school counselor - Of course, I mostly guide and help them academically, but I've had my fair share of listening to problems." She emptied the glass and placed it back to the counter. "Not that I hate it. I mean, I love hearing them because it shows that they trust you enough to share it. And you wouldn't get a masters degree in Counseling for nothing. No, they’re sweethearts. Each and every one of them. And it’s terrible how - innocent as they are now - very soon, they’re gonna find out how harsh the world could be.” Her eyes fell to the empty glass. “Could I get another refill, please?”
“Another testament to their standards. Do you know what would impress me more? A tower built right.” Eve sighed, taking another puff of her cigarette. “Figures. Although you’re twice as chatty as people I’ve come across. Eve.”
Jean rolled her eyes and waved her hand, “There’s plenty of that already. In my opinion, it’s those different aspects that make things more beautiful. Be it strange or otherwise.” She dropped her hand back down and gave an awkward laugh. “Is that bad?”
“Nice to meet you, Eve.”
‘ suit yer self. ’
logan turned his back to the woman and grabbed a glass and a bottle from the shelf. he cocked a brow when heard the woman say ‘please’, which wasn’t something his customers usually said. he handed her drink over and leaned in slightly closer.
‘ ready when you are. ’
As the bartender busied himself with her drink, Jean took the opportunity to survey her surroundings. It was almost exactly as she imagined a bar to be. But there wasn’t much time to look. He had already finish her order and she quickly turned to receive it. Jean’s eyes first caught sight of the beverage and she carefully wrapped her hands around it. Green orbs then raised up to meet and thank the man, but the words died in her throat.
She sat there dumbly, frozen in spot for a good ten seconds before blinking back from her daze. “Thanks.” She mumbled awkwardly, feeling her face heat up a little, and took a sip from her drink. Oh god does that taste far from how it looks. Taking her time to down it all, she began to feel more relaxed, and although it burned slightly, her body eased and the noise grew a bit more quieter to her . Jean couldn’t help but smile, and she responded by lifting her glass up to him for a refill.
‘ just doin’ my job, RED. ’
‘ …need to rant? ’
She gave a dry snort at the nickname but nodded pitifully. “I’d like to. But I don’t wanna be sober when I do.” So lifting her head up, eyes still looking down, she ordered, “Give me a bourbon, neat.” and added politely, “Please.”
‘ so. just gon’ keep sittin’ there or are ya gonna order? ’
“Don’t rush me, I’ve had a terrible day.” Jean groaned out.
welectricxeve:
Smart girl. Eve took a cigarette out for herself before slipping the packet back into her purse, lighting up her own and taking a long drag from it. “It’s probably shit, they can’t even build a tower straight.” She shrugged.
“I mind. A couple states over. Yourself?”
Red brows furrowed slightly at the other’s thought. She gave an indulgent smile. “Still, it did become a famous landmark.”
“Right here.” She replied and held out a hand, “I’m Jean, by the way. Jean Grey.”
“You couldn’t beat lunchables, let alone Italians.” Eve quipped, pulling out a carton of cigarettes - holding them out to the other woman. “You’ve been to Italy?”
Jean cocked a brow, amused, before giving a shrug, “We’re not really known for our food anyway.” and politely shook her head at the woman’s offer, “No thanks, I don’t smoke. I mean, I have but, I try not to.” The redhead sighed wistfully, “I wish I did. Unfortunately, I only speak from general knowledge.”
"If you don’t mind me asking, where are you originally from?”
electricxeve:
“I know NY likes to pretend they’re ahead of the curve all the time… But when it comes to pizza, you’re decades behind.”
“Perhaps.” She smiled humorously, “I can honestly say we’ll never beat the Italians.”
“Now, I could feed you some very long winded line about the reason your eyes are as stunning as they are is because of a mutation in the OCA2 gene - which I might add is a very g r o o v y mutation - or you could allow me to buy you a drink?”
"I have a strange feeling you say that quite a lot. Still, I’m not one to pass up on a free drink.”
JEAN GREY | PHOENIX
Age: 27 Occupation: School councilor Status: Undeclared Mutant Abilities: Telepathy & Phoenix Force
Jean Grey lived an ordinary life till the age of ten, when she witnessed the death of her best friend. It caused her telepathy to awaken, and with none to understand her situation, her life spiraled downwards from there.
Constantly hearing voices in her head and unable to shut them off, Jean became known as the ‘special child’. She was an outcast in school and regularly met up with a psychiatrist to ‘fix her problem’. It was only after her telekinesis began to show that her parents found she was actually a mutant and the therapy sessions came to an end.
With this new found knowledge, and none to counsel with, it was up to Jean to understand and control her powers on her own. It was difficult to say the least, but her parents were supportive all the way and soon enough, Jean regained the balance in her life.
As a sign of a fresh new start, she transferred schools. This time, however, she decided it was best to keep her mutation on low-key. It seemed to be a good choice as it helped Jean blend in with her fellow peers more easily and make friends at last–something the lone girl wished she’d have again.
Though she had trouble blocking out most of the other people’s minds, high school and college ended without a hitch, and Jean successfully landed herself a job as a school counselor.
It wasn’t long afterwards that things grew shakier once more. Life became tough as the resentment towards mutants thickened. When the act was established, Jean knew she couldn’t register herself. Not if it meant losing her job and home. But at the same time, she knew she had to do something. So using her occupation to an advantage, she began by bringing in the topics of equality and peaceful coexistence, talking about mutants in a good light to the students. This, however, would not be for long as sentinels now roam the area and Jean knows she will be caught soon enough unless she takes the mutant suppressants.
Two Dorks and a Dinner
Scott felt beyond embarrassed, and horribly, horribly guilty at what he had done. All of Jean’s hard work and effort was literally on the floor, thanks to him and his stupid clumsiness. He covered everywhere with food, his clothes were definitely ruined and he’d have to spend a good solid hour in the laundry to try and get the stains off his shirt.
There was even food and his hair, noticing something warm dripping down, and close to his visors, making him shiver. He noticed Jean laughing as he turned his head to look at her, a bit confused yes, but deeply relieved that she wasn’t mad or angry or even screaming at him. She was just… taking it with humor.
He looked at Jean when he swiped the food off his shoulder, before she leaned in, cupping his face as she pressed her lips against his. Scott’s hand instantly traveled to her waist, leaning closer as he kissed her back, a sweet, tender and long kiss. His fingers absentmindedly traced the line of her cheekbones so gently and lightly, letting himself melt into the kiss and the touch of her hands.
His cheeks turned a darker shade of red, as he let the kiss linger a bit longer, not even realizing when he felt himself out of breath, until he parted his lips from hers, his breath coming in short, quick ones, eyes now focusing on hers before he took a lock of her hair and placed it behind her ear, resting his forehead against hers.
"God, I love you" he said in a deep voice, nuzzling his nose with hers, his fingertips tracing her cheekbone, and slowly drawing her jawline and neck, before he took a deep breath and simply looked at her.
Jean brought Scott as close to her as possible, deepening the kiss, as she felt his fingers lightly touch her face. The kiss was gentle and sweet but, as selfish as it sounded, the ginger wanted more. She had this urge to bring her hands down to his firm chest and push him against the wall. To climb up his lap and thread her fingers through his perfect hair, tugging and messing it up. She’d hastily unbutton his shirt and his hands would roam her back to find and pull her zipper down. He’d kiss her nape and—and—
It was only after several seconds that the thought fully registered in her mind and the idea of it surprised her greatly. Jean never believed there’d be a day where she’d fantasize of her carnal desires, much less do so whilst kissing Scott in such an innocent and pure way. He was loving her the way she always wanted a man to love her. Any more than this would have had her bolting out the door in a flash. The telepath wasn’t ready for that, yet she had the backbone to even think of such a thing. Jean mentally shook her head and ended her train of thought. The ginger wanted to take things slow and easy. There was no need for rush anyway. So she focused back on her lover, and right then, he’d said those three special words that sent her heart aflutter. Really, Scott was the ideal man and lover, flaws and all.
“I know.” Jean replied coyly with a small, playful smile, and dusted pink cheeks. Her breath hitched as his fingered skimmed down her neck and she softly sighed when he stopped.
Her eyes started down at his hand then up at him, at simply red. Oh what she would give to see what laid beneath those ruby quartz.
The telepath steadily slid her fingers from his cheek to the temple of his glasses. She was tempted to simply remove them—it would’ve been so easy to—but of course, that’d be quite the idiotic move and suicide, so she instead continued upward to thread her fingers through his hair, noticing not for the first time how damn soft it was and absently wondering what he uses to achieve said softness. Obviously, she wasn’t going to ask, and instead brought her focus back to the mess in front of them.
“We need to clear this place up.” Jean sighed and stood up, dusting her dress with her hands before giving Scott a mischievous smile. “Though you should know I’m not letting you off the hook just yet. I’m expecting you’ll find a way to make it up to me for all my hard work.” And winked teasingly.
Logan mentally argued with himself and he was reminded how long it has been since he’d gotten some action. Well, the last time he didn’t really get to do much. yet it was the most memorable for him despite it ending quite badly. His thoughts were interrupted when out of nowhere, he heard a woman’s voice. And a very familiar one, at that. In shock, he turned his head yet his claws did not pop out of his knuckles despite his reflexes due to the odd feeling that the woman behind him was harmless. His eyes fell on Jean, right behind him and he inevitably grew confused. “Jeannie?” He asked the mental image of the redhead which he thought was real.
He tried thinking of how it could be possible that she was there. She couldn’t have snuck up on him that easily, he would’ve recognized her scent right away, and yet even as of the moment, he still couldn’t smell her naturally sweet scent in the pub. Am I hallucinating? "This beer is startin’ t’ get t’ me. Never thought I’d ever get drunk. ‘Specially not drunk ‘nough t’ start hallucinatin’." He murmured before turning back and ordering another shot.
But just then did Jean’s words sink in. “No, I’ve got a thing for a redhead. Jus’ one.” He corrected quietly, not wanting to draw attention to him talking to what he thought was an alcohol-induced hallucination. “Sure would be the right choice, huh? To sleep with someone else and jus’ get over Jeannie. But it ain’t gon’ be that easy. I didn’t jus’ want to get in her pants. Well, at first I did. Then I spent more time with her, I realized she wasn’t the kinda girl who ya can just have a one night stand with. She’s a keeper.” He explained, before turning his gaze back to Jean.
His eyes wandered over her, from head to toe as he tried his best to memorize his features, thinking that he wouldn’t be seeing her anytime soon. “Still as beautiful as always.” Logan whispered soft enough that only he could hear, and for one second he forgot about Jean being with Scott, and he imagined how different things would be if she chose him. He snapped back from his thoughts and heard her speak. “…Someone’s jealous.” He teased with a sad smile.
Looking at the other woman, and being a female as well, Jean obviously began to compare herself to the artificially redheaded lady. Besides the hair, the other seemed to have more ‘junk’ at just the right areas and very visible curves. The attire she wore definitely pronounced her hourglass figure, and her face was a huge bonus as well. It began itched the former with annoyance.
Jean stared at her with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. She’d have called that expression as simply observing but some would call it downright glaring. The ginger would most certainly deny the latter. At hearing Logan’s teasing remark she folded her arms and looked the other way, “I am not. I mean, yes she’s beautiful and she probably has almost everyone’s eyes on her, but I’m not jealous. I only need one man to keep looking at me and as long as he is, I have no reason to be.”
Jean took a few steps towards him and leaned by the counter. “You’re not hallucinating, Logan. Though you should know I’m not entirely here either. I’m using Cerebro. Sort of borrowed it to contact you.” She turned to face him properly and looked back into those striking blues. How long has it been since she’d faced him properly, since she’d seen him this close up? It felt like forever, and it was her turn to give him a sad smile.
“You know, with our bond, I wouldn’t have needed Cerebro. Wouldn’t have even worried about your sudden disappearance because I would’ve known you’d left. But I did need Cerebro, and when I found that you left I did worry, because our bond--our bond's gone now. After what happened in the cafeteria I thought it’d be best to cut the link. I wanted to give you as much space and time you needed to yourself and that also meant mentally... I guess you took the concept rather well.” Jean’s eyes fell to the ground then back up to him and she quietly asked, “How long will you be gone?”
Two Dorks and a Dinner
Why I love you, he repeated to himself mentally as he couldn’t help the sigh of pure joy out of him as well as the warm smile staying on his face while she spoke. How he’d wish to listen to those words when they were younger, how he dreamed of Jean ever reciprocating his love, or at least see him as something else than just a friend. Countless nights had been past him, as he laid there on his bed, looking up at the ceiling and thinking out loud, dreaming out loud, of many scenarios, repeating himself the words he’d say to her when the time was right.
The time never came though, not when he was younger, and more important things came upon him. The leadership of the X-Men, himself graduating, becoming a teacher, helping the Professor, rescuing mutants. So many things had happened, that didn’t give him a chance to sit down with Jean and talk. And talk with no fears or worries, except the one of losing her in a chance of scaring her away. Maybe that had been the reason why he never spoke before. But now, he was so glad he had acted impulsively, and said those three words to her out loud, and kissed her.
Things couldn’t have turned out for the better. “I love you because you brought this feeling in me I didn’t thought was possible. I came to this world, to this mansion so confused, and lost, and sad, and lonely. And then you came and tried so hard to be my friend. You understood me, you accepted me as I was. A mutant who can’t even control his own powers” he said with a laugh as he shook his head at himself. “But you didn’t care, you gave me a smile and you made it so easy for me to let you in” he said, and before anything, he leaned a little closer to her to give her a kiss when she said she loved him.
But things turned terribly wrong as the moment he leaned in, the weight of the table went nuts, and the tablecloth, the cutlery, the plates, the food the wine, it all went to the floor, along with him, and out of a reflex, he didn’t let go of Jean’s hand any second, resulting in both, on the floor, covered in food and wine. “I’m so sorry” said Scott after he sat up and made sure Jean was okay. “I’m so sorry, I ruined it” he said, looking at the floor.
What was happening right now somehow felt like déjà vu. They were holding hands with dinner and wine before them. Jean remembered telling Scott silly little reasons why she loved him and now he was telling her his own, except, his reasons weren’t silly at all. In fact, it made her heart melt and she gave his hand a light squeeze.
As he moved in closer, she met him halfway. Her eyelids slid down and her heart slowly began to pick up in its pace till she felt the table wobble beneath her elbows. Her eyes quickly snapped back open but before she could do anything both her and Scott and everything else crashed onto the floor.
Jean’s head buzzed for a second at the sudden incident that had her now lying on the floor and after several beats she brought herself to sit up straight. The redhead took in the mess around her.
The plates and glasses were sprawled on the ground, some cracked but not broken—lucky enough—and some of the food had landed on her lap. She stared at it hard before covering her face with her hands. The redhead’s shoulders shook and she dipped her head low. Scott started to apologize and she let the held-in giggles slip from her throat till finally she burst out laughing.
“Oh gosh. That was totally unexpected.” She chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye, and when the laughter fully subsided she looked at him and shook her head. “No, it’s fine. You didn’t. Besides,” Jean took a cabbage leaf from her lap and flicked it away. “It would only be ruined if leave things just like that.” She spotted a bit of food on his shoulder and leaned closer towards him, sweeping it off with the back of her hand.
“So, I think we should continue where we left off.” The redhead said playfully and raised her hands up to cup his face. She pressed her lips against his in a soft, tender kiss.
Two Dorks and a Dinner
"I’m sure it tastes great, and I’m going to love it" he said with a smirk on his face before he poked her sides, knowing she was ticklish. He did it before when they were younger to annoy her, but know, it took more of a teasing direction. She’s just so cute when she giggles, he thought absentmindedly and then remembered the times she giggled whenever he said something funny and she tried to not laugh. It was always worth an embarrassing moment for him.
He pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit before taking his place in front of her, looking down at his plate of food, and closing his eyes as he inhaled the smell deeply. He felt his mouth water already, his stomach growling loudly. He wouldn’t admit, but the apple he had been eating while grading papers was probably his lunch and the only thing he had eaten after breakfast.
"I swear that if this tastes as amazing as it looks, I’m gonna start thinking you’re trying to steal my place as the best cook in this house. Not like Glenn counts or anything" he said with a laugh, reaching for her hand across the table, holding it tenderly, starting a soothing motion with his thumb on the back of her hand.
When he poked her Jean yelped and brought a hand up to her mouth. She tried to give him a stern look but failed miserably with the laughter bubbling in her throat. Instead, she lightly swatted his arm, a grin playing on her lips.
“A gentleman as always.” The redhead commented when he pulled out the chair and she sat down. She carefully watched him regard the food and softly chuckled as she heard his stomach growl. “They do say that to the hungry man, no bread is bad, so if it does taste ‘amazing’, we can thank it to your hunger. Also, remind me tomorrow to give you a lecture on eating regularly.” Jean said in a joking tone, though they both knew she would. Especially since it was regarding Scott’s health.
She twirled her food around idly with her fork, listening to Scott speak with a fond smile before laughing and nodding. “Glenn’s a different case entirely. Well, it certainly is a compliment to be considered a rival against your culinary skills but I’m pretty sure cooking would only be a one-time thing for me. Heaven knows what might happen if you leave me along in a kitchen for too long.”
Jean titled her head to the side and simply gazed at him as he captured her hand with his own. She turned her hand to properly hold his and her eyes fell down to it. “You know, before, I couldn’t see us any more than friends. I thought our relationship back then was as good as it’d get between us, but now… now I couldn’t imagine being any more happier. You’re just perfect and I can’t even see why you love me but I thank the stars you do.” The redhead looked back up at him with a tender, loving smile and she mouthed the words: I love you.
After hours of walking, Logan stopped by a pub to wind off despite wanting to get to his destination sooner. As he entered, he took a seat by the counter and ordered a drink. He thought he needed a bit of a buzz if he’s going to try and go about his quest without torturing himself with the thought of Jean and Scott doing romantic stuff in the mansion while he tirelessly continues with his journey. About to drink the contents of the glass placed in front of him, he turned his head and noticed a woman playing pool. Red hair, green eyes, a smirk on her face as she watched her opponent miss the ball. She reminded him of Jean, appearance-wise.
A part of Logan whispered, “Hit on her. I bet she’d be all over ya.” He considered it. The woman looked oddly alike Jean. And since Jean was already taken, he thought that this one could be a pretty good option. But he shook it off and swallowed his drink, feeling the tingling sensation move from his tongue down to his throat. I don’t want no other. I want the real deal. I want Jean. It’s her, or nothin’. He thought to himself.
Jean approached Cerebro with purpose. Her steps were hurried and when her fingertips reached the helmet she temporarily halted. Thoughts of the consequences of what she was about to do whirled through her mind and began to instill doubt, telling her to abort it all, but the redhead shook her head and took a deep breath. Logan was a good friend and her worry for him was logical enough, and even if things had become bumpy between them, it didn't excuse the fact that she still cared for him--in a totally platonic, non-romantic sense, of course.
So carefully, she picked up the helmet and placed it on her head. She closed her eyes and took in another deep breath. Charles didn't know of what she was doing and the idea of using Cerebro all secretively even without telling Scott gave Jean a sense of rebellion she had never aquainted herself to before. It brewed excitement and her heart began to pound harder as she concentrated on searching for Logan.
It took quite a bit of effort but in the end she found him in a pub with a glass of alcohol by his side. Curiously, she gave a brief scan of the room. This was the sort of place that made her feel chills. The men looked intimidating and ready for a fight while the women were all dolled up and practically displaying themselves around.
Jean glanced at Logan and saw him staring thoughtfully at something. She followed his eyes and corrected herself. Someone. And a beautiful someone at that, who coincidentally enough, had red hair as well. Her eyes started between the man and the woman and she felt her stomach twist. "So you've got a thing for redhead's." Jean said flatly, giving herself a more solid form that only Logan could see and be able to hear. She stood just a few spaces behind him and titled her head to the side. Her eyes were locked on the other woman. "That would actually make a lot of sense. But I gotta tell you though, I don't think that's her real hair color."
