The nightclub doorman asked to see their ID, just a precaution apparently. Too many mutant kids around these days, have to try and avoid trouble. Vixen didn't pay much attention to his excuses. She had little to hide and she was perfectly old enough to drink. He frowned at her driver's license, noting how she covered her surname casually with a stray finger, and then nodded her on in. Blaze on the other hand had left everything that was remotely truthful about her behind a long time ago, including her real name and age. Every ID she owned was a clever forgery and Vixen wasn't quite sure if she approved or not.
"Don't give me that disapproving look. What else would you have me do, stay home and be bored to death?" Blaze warned when they finally completed running the gauntlet to the bar. "How's anyone gonna know I'm not quite twenty-one yet? I'm not stupid enough to get that rat-legged I confess. Now do you want vodka or tequila?"
"Both." Vixen replied, leaning backwards on the bar as music throbbed through the air. She was determined to do as Blaze suggested, let tomorrow be until the hangover was too painful to ignore.
"Now that's the Ilehana Xavier I know and admire!" Blaze chirped sweetly. Vixen scowled at the use of her real name in her hometown. Behind Blaze a lean young man propping up the bar like he was born there became suddenly attentive. Ilehana scowled as his eyes ran over them both a little too slowly, mutant eyes that made her wonder briefly how he'd got past the prejudice doorman.
"You two lovely ladies gonna let me pay for your drinks?" He offered casually as the barman set the glasses down.
"Get stuffed." Ilehana told him sharply as Blaze shook her head soulfully and reached into her tight jeans pocket for her wallet, meeting the stranger's strange eyes with an apologetic grin. Vixen shook her head. Blaze toyed with men like a cat with a mouse and it was too cruel to watch. She took her drinks and left.
"Your friend got claws, ain't she?" The man asked the redhead as Blaze paid the barman. Blaze snorted her laughter but didn't reply. Plucking her drinks off the counter she followed Vixen away through the crowds. He had no idea…
A Xavier? It wasn't a common name, was it? In a town this size it just couldn't be a coincidence. The mutant named Gambit smiled to himself and took another swig of his beer. His eyes followed the redhead in the strappy black top and blue jeans as she crossed the dance floor. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as boring as he'd thought…
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"Can't sleep Chuck?" Wolverine acknowledged his friend Professor Charles Xavier as he approached. Somewhere about an owl hooted, but otherwise the grounds of the Xavier Institute were deathly still.
"I sense… something." Xavier began, a frown on his face as he wondered how to continue. Was it wise to tell Logan who was right now dancing on the edge of Xavier's telepathic awareness? But then, forewarned was forearmed. "It's Ilehana. She's come home."
Logan's eyes met the Professor's in a sudden conflict of emotions. Ilehana Xavier, telepath, animal metamorph. Fiercely territorial about her home, she had riled against her father as he began to bring strangers to live there, the X-Men. Logan understood how she felt, how he'd have felt in her shoes. Yet no matter what he tried to do to help Ilehana she was having none of it. He'd failed her, as had the Professor, and she'd left. What could it be that had brought her back home now?
"There's something else." Logan offered at last, eyes wandering over the empty darkness. "There's a storm coming, I can smell it. A storm of fire…"