After grad
~*~
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely
There's air of silence in the bedroom and all around
.
Touch me now
I close my eyes
And dream away...
-Roxette
~*~
Kitty looked around herself. The apartment Magneto was presently paying for was spacious and very expensive. He had explained to her that he had it on hold in case the Acolytes needed it on a mission anyhow. So here she was. Kitty sat down on the double bed.
God, but she was lonely. She had a flight booked for the next week back to New York for a visit. Rogue was with the Acolytes now, she couldn't wait to see her friend. She had allowed one of her friends from school talk her into going out to a pub to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. Speaking of. Kitty stood to answer her door. Ginger was standing there. "Ready?" her friend asked.
"Yeah," Kitty said following her friend out to the cab. They found themselves at the small pub. Ginger grabbed her arm tugging her inside. The two were swamped by cat-calls, Kitty flushed and stuck close to her friend who smiled at the guys calling out to them. She ordered two drinks and led Kitty to a table.
"What do you think?" Ginger asked.
"For one too much smoke," Kitty said feeling her eyes water. "But, it's cozy."
"Yep," Ginger smiled. "Great thing is, the male population is usually pretty young." As if on cue a guy walked over and struck up a conversation with her friend. Kitty rolled her eyes taking a drink and wincing lightly at the taste.
"I believe the saying is 'of all the gin joints in all the world you had t' walk into mine'," a deep, husky male voice said in a thick English accent. Kitty turned and immediately got to her feet and slapped the man across the face. He touched his cheek and raised an eyebrow. There was laughter and catcalls from the other patrons, Kitty got the feeling that they were used to the site of Wisdom getting slapped.
"Still have a way with the ladies, Wisdom?" one of the patrons called laughing.
"Let's sit down and talk all civilized, like," Pete offered pulling out a chair for Kitty. She sat down still glaring at him.
"What did you use it for?" Kitty demanded.
"Not much," Pete shrugged. "Wasn't anything in it I could use. The names were all deceased."
"Why'd you take it?"
Pete grinned leaning in close. "Can't tell."
"Of course not," Kitty said rolling her eyes.
"Do you want it back?"
"You, like, still have it?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Pete shrugged not responding. Kitty took another drink once again wincing at the taste. Pete smirked watching her.
"Never drank before?"
"Can you tell?"
He laughed at that question. "Yes, quite easily." He walked over to his table grabbing his own bottle of scotch. He also lit a cigarette causing Kitty to glare at him. "What?"
"Do you have to, like, do that so close?"
"Yep," he smiled. "What `ave you been doin', Pryde?"
"You two know each other?" Ginger asked.
"Yeah," Pete smiled looking into Kitty's eyes. "We've. met."
"I'm Ginger," her friend said. "I'm Kitty's old roommate."
"Ginger, huh?" Pete asked. The friend nodded going to the bar for another drink. "Another call-girl name." Kitty tried to slap him again. He grabbed her arm pulling her close. "Don't do that again."
Kitty met his eyes noticing quickly that his face was merely inches away from hers. "Or?"
He released her. "You `ave a regular death wish."
Kitty shrugged taking a drink. "No, I totally plan on living. I just know that unless I let you, you couldn't hurt me."
Pete raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yep, and I don't plan on letting you." Pete stared down at this girl closely. He already knew what she was and who she was but she was pretty much blatantly telling him.
"Get somethin' straight `ere, Pryde, I may not want t' hurt you but there are a lot of other people, people who aren't so fond of mutants who do." He was surprised to see anger and something akin to hate in her eyes at that.
"Trust me, I know." He remembered her file and what had happened and winced.
"Sorry, I'm an insensitive git. I wasn' thinking."
Kitty frowned. "How do you know about all of this? After we first met you called me Shadowcat now you know about what I am and about what happened. Who in the hell are you?"
"I told you when we first met, I'm Pete Wisdom."
"Fine, what are you?"
"Same as you, Pryde. Mutant." He shrugged. "That's all that matters now."
"Fine," Kitty said rolling her eyes. She took another drink and made a face. Pete chuckled.
"Kit," Ginger said. "Ronny here and I are going to go check out this art thing."
"Right," Kitty said flatly watching her friend walked away. "Once again she leaves me."
"Gives us time to talk," Pete said brightly.
Kitty faced him raising an eyebrow. "And what, like, makes you think I want to talk to you?"
"Your curiosity."
"And what am I curious about?"
He smiled. "Do you want to know why I stole yer book?"
"You just told me that you couldn't tell me."
"I lied." Kitty finished her drink and stood.
"Great, on top of everything else you're a liar."
"Sit down." Still glaring at him she obeyed. "Ty, get the girl another drink."
"Listen, Wisdom, I don't know what you're trying-"
"You are far too untrusting."
"You know almost everything about me and I know nothing about you."
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything!"
"All right, me father was a cop, Scotland Yard. We hate each other pretty much. My mum died when I was younger so it was just me and me sister Romany."
"Okay..." Kitty said.
Just then a blond man came in sitting across from them. "Wisdom, it's been too bloody long."
"Gotta disagree with ya on that one, mate," Pete said. The two clasped hands briefly. "Ty, `nother bottle of scotch." The blond man grabbed the bottle and two shot glasses.
"Who's yer friend?"
"This is Kitty Pryde. Pryde, this is John Constantine."
Kitty smiled extending a hand. "I'm, like, pleased to meet you."
John took the hand bowing to kiss it softly. "Pleasure's all mine, luv."
"What are you doin' in town?" Pete asked narrowing his eyes at his friend.
"I'm here t' invite you t' the states on a little mission. Considerin' that ya owe me from last time..."
"I know," Pete said. "What are ya after?"
"I'll tell ya later."
"When are we leavin'?"
"Next Friday." Kitty choked on her drink causing the two men to look at her concerned.
"You alright, Pryde?"
"Fine," Kitty said. "What flight?"
"527," John said.
"I'm heading back to the states on that flight," Kitty sighed.
"It's fate," Pete grinned.
"Right," Kitty said taking a long drink and making a face at the taste.
"Let me guess," John said, "never been in a pub before?"
"Don't know where you'd get that idea," Kitty said a slur in her words.
"What are you drinking?" Pete asked taking her glass and taking a small drink.
"Hey!"
"Hmm... Ice tea, by way of Long Island." He handed her, her drink back.
"Now it has your germs in it," she said making a face. Pete looked at her raising one eyebrow. She merely smiled at him and took another drink still making a face.
"Well, it's late," John said taking a shot. "I'll see you Friday. You two `ave a nice night."
"What exactly are you implying?" Kitty asked. "I'd, like, have to be a lot drunker to be with him."
John laughed hard at that. "I like her, Pete, she's a smart gel."
"Go t' `ell," Pete said.
"Been there, done that, no desire t' go back," John said grinning as he walked out.
Kitty finished her drink. "Well, I have to get home too," Kitty said and stood stumbling slightly.
"Why don't I take you home?" Pete said also standing.
"Because I don't trust ya, Wisdom," Kitty said.
"Too bloody bad," Pete said. The two walked outside together. "Where do you live?"
"Um..." Kitty murmured trying to remember.
Pete looked at her as he opened a car door for her. "Please tell me that you didn't forget."
"Okay," Kitty said agreeably.
"Bloody `ell, little idiot, how did you forget that?"
"I just moved in today!" Kitty said narrowing her eyes.
"Whatever, Pryde," Pete said getting in on the other side.
"So where are you taking me?"
"`Ell if I know."
~*~
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely
There's air of silence in the bedroom and all around
.
Touch me now
I close my eyes
And dream away...
-Roxette
~*~
Kitty looked around herself. The apartment Magneto was presently paying for was spacious and very expensive. He had explained to her that he had it on hold in case the Acolytes needed it on a mission anyhow. So here she was. Kitty sat down on the double bed.
God, but she was lonely. She had a flight booked for the next week back to New York for a visit. Rogue was with the Acolytes now, she couldn't wait to see her friend. She had allowed one of her friends from school talk her into going out to a pub to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. Speaking of. Kitty stood to answer her door. Ginger was standing there. "Ready?" her friend asked.
"Yeah," Kitty said following her friend out to the cab. They found themselves at the small pub. Ginger grabbed her arm tugging her inside. The two were swamped by cat-calls, Kitty flushed and stuck close to her friend who smiled at the guys calling out to them. She ordered two drinks and led Kitty to a table.
"What do you think?" Ginger asked.
"For one too much smoke," Kitty said feeling her eyes water. "But, it's cozy."
"Yep," Ginger smiled. "Great thing is, the male population is usually pretty young." As if on cue a guy walked over and struck up a conversation with her friend. Kitty rolled her eyes taking a drink and wincing lightly at the taste.
"I believe the saying is 'of all the gin joints in all the world you had t' walk into mine'," a deep, husky male voice said in a thick English accent. Kitty turned and immediately got to her feet and slapped the man across the face. He touched his cheek and raised an eyebrow. There was laughter and catcalls from the other patrons, Kitty got the feeling that they were used to the site of Wisdom getting slapped.
"Still have a way with the ladies, Wisdom?" one of the patrons called laughing.
"Let's sit down and talk all civilized, like," Pete offered pulling out a chair for Kitty. She sat down still glaring at him.
"What did you use it for?" Kitty demanded.
"Not much," Pete shrugged. "Wasn't anything in it I could use. The names were all deceased."
"Why'd you take it?"
Pete grinned leaning in close. "Can't tell."
"Of course not," Kitty said rolling her eyes.
"Do you want it back?"
"You, like, still have it?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Pete shrugged not responding. Kitty took another drink once again wincing at the taste. Pete smirked watching her.
"Never drank before?"
"Can you tell?"
He laughed at that question. "Yes, quite easily." He walked over to his table grabbing his own bottle of scotch. He also lit a cigarette causing Kitty to glare at him. "What?"
"Do you have to, like, do that so close?"
"Yep," he smiled. "What `ave you been doin', Pryde?"
"You two know each other?" Ginger asked.
"Yeah," Pete smiled looking into Kitty's eyes. "We've. met."
"I'm Ginger," her friend said. "I'm Kitty's old roommate."
"Ginger, huh?" Pete asked. The friend nodded going to the bar for another drink. "Another call-girl name." Kitty tried to slap him again. He grabbed her arm pulling her close. "Don't do that again."
Kitty met his eyes noticing quickly that his face was merely inches away from hers. "Or?"
He released her. "You `ave a regular death wish."
Kitty shrugged taking a drink. "No, I totally plan on living. I just know that unless I let you, you couldn't hurt me."
Pete raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yep, and I don't plan on letting you." Pete stared down at this girl closely. He already knew what she was and who she was but she was pretty much blatantly telling him.
"Get somethin' straight `ere, Pryde, I may not want t' hurt you but there are a lot of other people, people who aren't so fond of mutants who do." He was surprised to see anger and something akin to hate in her eyes at that.
"Trust me, I know." He remembered her file and what had happened and winced.
"Sorry, I'm an insensitive git. I wasn' thinking."
Kitty frowned. "How do you know about all of this? After we first met you called me Shadowcat now you know about what I am and about what happened. Who in the hell are you?"
"I told you when we first met, I'm Pete Wisdom."
"Fine, what are you?"
"Same as you, Pryde. Mutant." He shrugged. "That's all that matters now."
"Fine," Kitty said rolling her eyes. She took another drink and made a face. Pete chuckled.
"Kit," Ginger said. "Ronny here and I are going to go check out this art thing."
"Right," Kitty said flatly watching her friend walked away. "Once again she leaves me."
"Gives us time to talk," Pete said brightly.
Kitty faced him raising an eyebrow. "And what, like, makes you think I want to talk to you?"
"Your curiosity."
"And what am I curious about?"
He smiled. "Do you want to know why I stole yer book?"
"You just told me that you couldn't tell me."
"I lied." Kitty finished her drink and stood.
"Great, on top of everything else you're a liar."
"Sit down." Still glaring at him she obeyed. "Ty, get the girl another drink."
"Listen, Wisdom, I don't know what you're trying-"
"You are far too untrusting."
"You know almost everything about me and I know nothing about you."
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything!"
"All right, me father was a cop, Scotland Yard. We hate each other pretty much. My mum died when I was younger so it was just me and me sister Romany."
"Okay..." Kitty said.
Just then a blond man came in sitting across from them. "Wisdom, it's been too bloody long."
"Gotta disagree with ya on that one, mate," Pete said. The two clasped hands briefly. "Ty, `nother bottle of scotch." The blond man grabbed the bottle and two shot glasses.
"Who's yer friend?"
"This is Kitty Pryde. Pryde, this is John Constantine."
Kitty smiled extending a hand. "I'm, like, pleased to meet you."
John took the hand bowing to kiss it softly. "Pleasure's all mine, luv."
"What are you doin' in town?" Pete asked narrowing his eyes at his friend.
"I'm here t' invite you t' the states on a little mission. Considerin' that ya owe me from last time..."
"I know," Pete said. "What are ya after?"
"I'll tell ya later."
"When are we leavin'?"
"Next Friday." Kitty choked on her drink causing the two men to look at her concerned.
"You alright, Pryde?"
"Fine," Kitty said. "What flight?"
"527," John said.
"I'm heading back to the states on that flight," Kitty sighed.
"It's fate," Pete grinned.
"Right," Kitty said taking a long drink and making a face at the taste.
"Let me guess," John said, "never been in a pub before?"
"Don't know where you'd get that idea," Kitty said a slur in her words.
"What are you drinking?" Pete asked taking her glass and taking a small drink.
"Hey!"
"Hmm... Ice tea, by way of Long Island." He handed her, her drink back.
"Now it has your germs in it," she said making a face. Pete looked at her raising one eyebrow. She merely smiled at him and took another drink still making a face.
"Well, it's late," John said taking a shot. "I'll see you Friday. You two `ave a nice night."
"What exactly are you implying?" Kitty asked. "I'd, like, have to be a lot drunker to be with him."
John laughed hard at that. "I like her, Pete, she's a smart gel."
"Go t' `ell," Pete said.
"Been there, done that, no desire t' go back," John said grinning as he walked out.
Kitty finished her drink. "Well, I have to get home too," Kitty said and stood stumbling slightly.
"Why don't I take you home?" Pete said also standing.
"Because I don't trust ya, Wisdom," Kitty said.
"Too bloody bad," Pete said. The two walked outside together. "Where do you live?"
"Um..." Kitty murmured trying to remember.
Pete looked at her as he opened a car door for her. "Please tell me that you didn't forget."
"Okay," Kitty said agreeably.
"Bloody `ell, little idiot, how did you forget that?"
"I just moved in today!" Kitty said narrowing her eyes.
"Whatever, Pryde," Pete said getting in on the other side.
"So where are you taking me?"
"`Ell if I know."