( @kittykatepryde )
One of the things he had found out from Krakoa and the new age of mutants is that there was no shortage of drinking partners.
The other was that mutant gossip did not stop with graduation, and there was a fair amount of talk about the eligibility of them both that he preferred not to hear. It left him avoiding the revelry unless it was for an occasion.
Which was why she was greeted with a familiar gentleness and warmth garnering her attention—up, given that fingers were angled down, itself a dead giveaway. He half-smiled—pulling a full one from him took work to overcome soviet stoicism—and glanced to the bar stool beside her to question it's availability. He had heard her title of The Red Queen but hadn't yet gotten to see her in the role.. while conscious, that is. "Privyet, Katya." Piracy was a good look on her, and for a moment he almost forgot to actually—"Free for company?" His or anyone's was left up in the air, though he had a small wrapped box in his other hand that looked purposeful, though he hadn't yet offered it to her.