Authoress's Note: Aloha everyone! I'm back! I know I've been gone for a while, but its summer and I have a lot more time for writing, which is something I absolutely love to do. Expect regular updates, because I'm very into this fic. Hopefully you guys will like it! Thank you so much Hex for inspiring me! This is dedicated to all of my friends and reviewers. I love you all
Once Upon A Barstool
Summary: Pietro is an actor. Rich, famous, and not to mention every girl's dream boyfriend. Lexa is a New York waitress, just trying to pay for college to become an artist. When Pietro shows up in her bar, unexpected feelings erupt between the two. Is it lust, or love? (X-ietro, Jonda and Romy)
Chapter One: Nightlights
"Lexa? Lexa! Yah need ta get up, we're gunna be late for work!"
Lexa Howlett, a.k.a. X-23, moaned into her pillow as the voice calling her suddenly produced hands, and was shaking her shoulders. Lexa groaned once more and pounded her fists on her pillow. She slowly turned her head and opened her eyes. She looked up into eyes that were just as green as her own.
"Go. Away. Rogue." Lexa muttered, pushing her hand into Rogue's face in hopes of driving her roommate away.
"No!" Rogue said loudly, pulling the covers from Lexa's body and throwing them on the ground. Lexa curled up with her knees against her chest and buried her face in her hands. She hated mornings, especially Monday mornings when she had to get up at 8:30 to make it to work on time.
Her and Rogue hadn't met on the friendliest of terms. Sometimes, Rogue still brought up Lexa trying to 'blow her up' during arguments. Lexa was X-23 then, a weapon set on revenge. She had invaded the X-Mansion searching for Wolverine. Little did she know at the time that he would become like a father to her. She even took his has last name, and Rogue had personally dubbed her Lexa. After she had officially joined the X-Men, the two girls became the best of friends. There was so much that they shared and they could relate on so many different levels. It's no wonder that they both went to the same college and took jobs as waitresses in the same bar to pay their way through.
Now, they were both 22 and in their last semester at NYC Community College. Lexa was majoring in art, and Rogue was majoring in interior design. She had decorated their small apartment with different shades of dark colors such as black, gray, scarlet, midnight blue and emerald green. There were a few pillow pits in the corners and heavy drapes on the windows. There were also small statues decorated with Mardi Gras beads and paintings by the wall by Piccasso and Van Gogh, which Lexa had put up. Rogue really did have a taste in decoration, but art was Lexa's department.
Lexa wanted to be an artist. She loved to draw and paint, ever since she escaped from Hydra. It was her release, her passion. She illustrated everything. Her feelings, portraits, her friends, events, and even romantic scenes. She just loved the feeling of a paintbrush in her hand, or the sound of the clicking of a mechanical pencil. It just relaxed her.
"Lexa Howlett, do yah WANT ta be fired!" Rogue shouted at her.
Lexa groaned, but untangled herself and sat up. She moved her head from side to side, trying to get rid of the kink in her neck. She rubbed her eyes and stood up slowly, her feet cold on the wooden floor. She stretched her arms above her head and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After about thirty minutes, Rogue knocked loudly on the bathroom door, "Lex! Yah need ta hurry! I'm leavin' with or without yah in five minutes. Move yah're fat, ugly butt!"
Lexa rolled her eyes but was out of the bathroom and grabbing her coat in less than five minutes. The bar they worked at, Nightlights, was located two streets away from their apartment, which was very convenient. The two girls could walk every morning so they didn't have to buy a car, since they always caught the bus to the university.
Mornings at Nightlights were never busy. When Lexa and Rogue walked through the heavy wooden door, they were greeted by the usual people who came in before work to grab a cup of coffee or something to eat before they headed off to their jobs. Lexa hung her coat up and walked behind the bar as Rogue went to punch in.
"Hey X," greeted their resident pyromaniac, St. John Allerdyce. He was sitting at the bar, munching away on breakfast. He always came for breakfast and sometimes stayed a little later. He said that the different people in the bar fueled his ideas for characters. He was a writer, authoring mostly dark romances.
It was about four years that the three became friends. The Acolytes had broken up, and neither the X-Men nor the Brotherhood had known where any of the members had gone. It was like they just disappeared. But when Lexa and Rogue had entered college and moved to NYC, they met up with one of the members quite unexpectedly. He was at the bar when the girls had come in to apply, and he had helped them get the jobs. Afterwards, they became the best of friends.
"Hey yourself Johnny," Lexa smiled back. Rogue appeared next to her and stared hard at the man. "Don't yah have a deadline in lahke…three hours?"
John only grinned sheepishly and replied, "Yeah. I'll get it done, don't worry."
Rogue smirked, "Sure ya will."
Lexa offered John a reassuring smile and said, "I'm sure you'll make it."
John shrugged, "I hope so, Sheila."
"I never thought I'd ever meet anyone like you," said Pietro Maximoff in a soft, deep voice as he peered into the woman's eyes.
The woman smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down, their noses inches away, and whispered, "I love you."
Pietro grinned back, and dipped the woman in his arms. He brought his lips to hers, and-
"Cut!"
Pietro hung his head and groaned. The woman left his arms, and started over to the director. She looked up at him with a perked eyebrow and called, "What? Do we have to do it again?"
"That was perfect!" Pietro cried, annoyed that he would have to re-act the scene for the fifth time.
"Sorry guys. Just one more time?" said the director, batting his eyelashes in an attempt to look cute.
Pietro rolled his eyes and glanced at his co-worker. She shook her head, just as annoyed as he was. He shrugged and headed to his dressing room. The director called that they would finish tomorrow. Pietro waved his hand over his shoulder, dismissing it. He walked into his dressing room and collapsed onto the red couch.
The speed demon was only 22, but he had already been in three romance movies. He was a brilliant actor, but he had never discovered it until Bayville High hosted Romeo and Juliet. Lance had dared him to try out from Romeo, and being the daring person he was, he accepted. To his great surprise, he had gotten the part. Pietro had found it quiet easy to act in that play…it came naturally to him. After the play, to which casting and acting experts attended, he was immediately given a contract.
Pietro left the Brotherhood, much to his sister and his friends' dismay, and pursued a career in Hollywood. He had lost touch with everyone but his sister, Wanda. She had also become famous, but in a different way. She was the keyboardist/DJ for a hugely popular gothic band, Glow. They were a glam-metal band, wearing heavy gothic make-up, and bondage-like clothing. It was very Wanda, and Pietro was glad that she could find something she was passionate about, even if he did view it as a little weird.
As for the X-Men and The Acolytes, he had no idea what happened to the members. When he moved to Hollywood, he left everyone in Bayville behind, basically forgetting his past life and moving toward the money, fame, and girls. He was paid handsomely, had his poster up in every teenage girl's room, and was almost constantly surrounded by girls. It was the life that everyone dreamed of, and he was living it.
But he couldn't help but wonder what happened to his old life, and to the teams. Were the X-Men still together? And what happened to his father's Acolytes? All he could do was wonder, since he wasn't about to leave his life and go back to that hell to find out.
Pietro sighed and looked at his watch. It was a little past nine. He was supposed to be meeting Wanda for lunch at 11:00. They were going to a bar in the heart of New York City called Nightlights. 'Better get goin' then,' he thought to himself, and began to change out of his stage clothes.
Well that's it for this chapter. In the next they meet! Please review!
