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Everyone was slowly shuffling out of the room. Well, those of them that had stayed til the end, anyways. Wynonna couldn't help but mutter to the chick sitting near her, "Yeah sure, mutant brotherhood and superhero teams, why not. And I thought the worst part about high school was school."
Terry had been keeping mostly quiet since the headmaster had interrupted her conversation with Tessa. He hadn't exactly called her out, but that was what it had felt like, and she hadn't liked his answer. She'd been lost in thought when the other girl spoke - she'd forgotten her name, which was terrible when there were so few of them around - but she chuckled at her words. "I'm fairly certain the worst part of high school is still all the homework," she replied in an obvious Irish accent.
"Homework is the wooooorst. Except when you don't do it," Wynonna winked at the redhead. She wasn't sure that this girl--Terry? Berry? Something like that-- who had made a comment about terrorists could really say homework was worst. But hey, priorities, she guessed.
Terry chuckled. "Yeah, but then you'd never graduate, and stay in school forever." Which seemed a horrible flaw in logic. She glanced at the students leaving the room or immersed in their own conversations, and looked back at the other girl. "So, what do you think?"
"I mean, I'm not really anybody's idea of a team player," Wynonna admitted with a shrug. "But I've got some scores to settle, and training couldn't hurt." The Revenants surely wouldn't know what hit them when Wynonna made her way back to Purgatory. However, it sounded like the Prof's game plan was peace. She wasn't sure her agenda of taking away those sucker's powers really aligned with that.
"I'm not really sure how I feel about a school having a combat team, y'know? What about you?
"I really don't like that he's lied to us," Terry stated. That was the big problem for her. "But it seems right - making something of our powers, to help people, not harm them." She paused, and added, with a hint of a smile, "Apart from the wankers."
"You think righteous punishment will be allowed in this boy band?" Wynonna asked curiously. Hey, if she could get better at fighting, do right by some people to make up for her past fuck ups, and fuck up the Revheads, she wasn't necessarily opposed. Sounded like a win-win-win.
"Righteous punishment?" Terry echoed with raised eyebrows, not sure what the other girl meant.
“Yeah, you know—the wankers or whatever. The really bad dudes. You think this team would be okay with harming them, or is this an arbitrary no-kill zone kinda team?” Wynonna tried to explain as she asked, gesturing widely with her arms.
"I..." Terry trailed off, frown deepening, then shook her head. "No idea. Do you want to kill people?"
Eyes darkening for a moment, Wynonna shrugged, "I just don't want it excluded just based on principle, you know?" Like if Wynonna just happened to find some Revenants back home, and she just happened to hurt them, would that mean she couldn't be part of this super special club? She just wasn't sure she could play by those rules.
"Not really," Terry admitted. Very aware that her manifestation had nearly killed a classmate, she wasn't at all looking to do that to anyone intentionally. And now she was worried that those X-Men might have no problem killing people, and Jean-Paul's words about children soldiers sounded all the realer.
She sighed, and pushed up to her feet. "I need a drink."
"Hey, if you're offering..." Wynonna couldn't help but invite herself. Drinking sounded like a fantastic idea right about now. She had broken out a bottle under less odd circumstances.
Terry looked at the other girl with raised eyebrows, then nodded. She did want a drink, and she did not want to drink alone. "All right. I'll meet you out back in ten?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," Wynonna agreed readily, pushing off the chair and giving her new 'friend' a half smile.
"I'm Terry, by the way," she added, taking a couple of steps back to get going, as soon as she got the name of the girl she was about to do some underage drinking with.
"Wynonna," Wynonna responded in kind. Shit, she hadn't even gotten this chick's name before this but she was gonna drink her booze? Rude.
Oh, that was a pretty name. Terry smiled at her. "See you outside, Wynonna." Then she turned on her heel and headed out.
She really hoped their telepath of a headmaster wasn't going to decide to come down on underage drinking tonight of all nights. Hopefully he would be too busy putting up shields against the many, many feelings the students had to have about him right now.
Wynonna headed outside, not having anything better to do. Terry seemed nice enough. Hey, anyone willing to share their booze was a friend in Wynonna's book. Besides, she still felt kind of weird from all this shit with the Professor.
Who knew high school had so much politics involved?
It wasn't long before Terry walked out the back entrance, a bag slung over her shoulder. She smiled at Wynonna, then asked, quietly, "Let's find somewhere a little way off?"
"After you," Wynonna grinned, the reassuring clinking sound coming from the bag like a Siren's call.
Terry stepped into the woods, quiet for a little while. "Where are you from, then?"
"Middle of nowhere town out west," Wynonna gave her generic answer, per usual. People generally thought she was joking if she just straight up said Purgatory. "And yourself?"
"The same," Terry replied, amused. "But, well. In Ireland."
"Ireland. The Big Green," Wynonna mused. "What brings you to the ol' US of A then?"
"This is the only mutant school that offered?" Terry answered, more than used to glossing over the details. "Well, no, I came here before the headmaster offered. My uncle moved here - work opportunities."
"Makes sense. We have way less cool accents, but I guess the big mutant mansion makes up for it," Wynonna agreed, not pushing any further because a) she didn't like telling her own shit, and b) she was kind of oblivious to any glossing over if there was any. Small talk wasn't necessarily her favorite, but she thought she was doing kind of okay.
"I don't know, I like some of your accents," Terry answered, although she was admittedly mostly thinking of Remy's. It was very... distinctive. There was no reason not to pull the bottle out of her bag as they looked for a nice place to settle, and she did just that, taking a drink before offering it to Wynonna.
Never one to turn down a bottle, Wynonna eagerly accepted her own pull. Drinking in the woods with a near stranger? She could think of worse ways to spend her evening. Passing the bottle back, Wynonna asked, "What's been you favorite thing in the states so far?"
"Bourbon?" Terry offered with a grin, taking the bottle back and screwing the cap back on. Not for long, but she was hoping they'd find a nice place soon.
"My kind of girl," Wynonna chuckled with an exaggerated wink.
"I'd never had any before coming here," Terry added. "Oh, I think there's a nice clearing just... yes! Just here."
Wynonna whole-heartedly agreed. This seemed like a fine clearing to be drinking in. Flopping onto the ground with a half groan, Wynonna asked, "How'd you find this clearing?"
"I, um, walked around?" Terry answered, folding her legs to sit cross-legged on her ground. She took another drink of whiskey, then passed the bottle to the other girl.
Fair enough--simple answer to a stupid question. Wynonna accepted the bottle eagerly and took another good swig. "Well, thanks for sharing it, and y'know, this."
"Drinking alone isn't the same," Terry replied with a small smile - and a brief one. "And I definitely needed a drink after all that yoke."
"Here here," Wynonna cheered, passing the bottle back to its owner. Then, unsure how to y'know, converse like a normal person, she asked, "So what do you like to do?"
"Apart from the general drinking and cavorting?" To punctuate that question, Terry took a drink. "I love singing." Still very Irish, yes. "And I like running - I was in the athletics team in my old school."
"Blegh--I mean, awesome," Wynonna threw her a grin, adding, "Sorry it's just--running. I only run if I'm running away from something, and that something is usually emotional baggage. Now drinking, cavorting, and singing--all things I am very pro."
"Let's stick to those when we hang out," Terry offered with a smile of her own, and held out the bottle to Wynonna.
Wynonna took the bottle back and took a healthy gulp. Damn that was good. As a complete non-sequitur, she asked, "So what's your super power?"
"Vocal things and - general sound things," Terry replied. She'd grown tired of using the headmaster's 'sonic powers' when it didn't seem to mean that much to people. "I can do a lot of things with my voice, and with sound."
"Man, you would've killed it on American Idol," Wynonna joked, passing the bottle again. Sounded like a cool power.
Heh, sounded--get it?
"Unfair advantage," Terry replied with a shrug, and a small smile. She took a drink, then asked, "How about you?"
"Hey, we gotta take advantages where we can get 'em," Wynonna told her with an easy grin, like their genes hadn't fucked all of them over in some way shape or form. "Super strength and agility I guess. Oh, and I got a gun." To prove her point, Wynonna pulled up Peacemaker lazily before making him go away.
Guns and drinking probablyyyyy shouldn't go together or something.
Terry started when Wynonna pulled out the gun, and needed a few seconds after she put it away to relax. There might be a lot of hunters in the countryside where she'd grown up, this was something else altogether. It seemed very... American. "That's... whoa. You just... conjure it out of nothing?"
"Y'know, I honestly have no fucking clue how the whole gun thing works," Wynonna admitted with a shrug. She tried very hard to not think about it, in fact. "When I get scared or want him to come out and play, boom, there it is."
"Him?" Terry echoed, not coming down from her surprise. In fact, she took another drink to that. "Does - he - work like a normal gun, then?"
"Well it just seems disrespectful to call him 'it'," Wynonna reasoned. "Nah, Peacemaker kind of like temporarily jacks a mutant's powers? Like, blocks them."
"Oh!" Terry thought it over. "That makes Peacemaker a good name for it. Him. Sorry." She held the bottle out to Wynonna.
"S'okay," Wynonna responded, taking another healthy gulp. "I didn't pick the name--it got handed down to me."
"By whom?" Terry asked curiously. Being handed a name for your mutant gun. That was something.
"Daddy," Wynonna admitted with a slight frown, taking another generous pull from the bottle before handing it back. "And his daddy before him, and so on...it's kind of a family trait."
Terry's eyebrows raised. "You mean you were all mutants?"
"Lucky us, right?" Wynonna spoke ironically, thinking of Waverly back home and hoping against hope she didn't get the same damn mutation as the rest of 'em. It was like an Earp curse.
"How far back does it go?" Terry asked, still stuck on that bit.
"Dunno. Was never really one for family stories," Wynonna murmured with another frown. Why was this chick so interested in her family?
"I never thought there might have been mutants before the Professor," Terry stated, and took a drink to absorb that fact. There might have been mutants for the longest time, and they hadn't known. Maybe that was where all the legends came from. Maybe the Fair Folk had been mutants!
"My family's kinda weird, try not to think on it too much," Wynonna laughed.
"Do you think it runs through other families?" Terry asked, instead of following Wynonna's advice. It was an odd thought. What if her father... Though there wasn't much reason to think about it.
"I'm no scientist, but maybe with genetics and shit possibly?" Wynonna tried to reason with a scrunched up nose. After all, there were siblings at the school right? And she and Willa both had the mutation.
"It is all genes, so..." Terry trailed off. It would make sense. But she swept all of that aside; her father had never cared about her, so she wasn't about to care about him. Her eyebrows raised slightly. "So we're likely to have mutant babies!" She rarely thought of having children, so she hadn't thought about it until now.
Wynonna tried very hard not to gag or look disgusted. She guessed she was only 75% successful. Her curse? With kids? Helllll no. There was a reason she had been on birth control since she was old enough, and it wasn't for the flawless skin. "Not likely on my end. Me with a kid? Poor fucker, the mutation would be the least of their problems."
Terry shrugged, and took another drink before offering the bottle back to Wynonna. "I don't know. I think one day I'd like to have a kid. Not now, though. Not anywhere near now."
Wynonna nodded and took another sip. "Fair enough. Could see why you'd be interested in all the genetics stuff then."
Terry hadn't even thought about it before, but now, yes, she was interested. "I'll talk to Simon. I'm sure he can explain."
"Simon?" Wynonna asked, tilting her head and passing back the bottle. Damn she had to get better about talking to people.
"The med student?" Terry offered. "It's right up his wheelhouse."
"Ohhhh....makes sense," Wynonna agreed.
"Also, he's very cute," Terry added with a small smile. Not as cute as Remy, but she hadn't met anyone as cute as Remy.
"This school does not seem to be lacking on those. Wonder if the x-gene has a hotness factor," Wynonna laughed, throwing in a wink for good measure.
"You've noticed as well," Terry agreed enthusiastically. "It's a little crazy, isn't it!"
"Hard not to notice--and definitely not complaining," Wynonna agreed with a lazy grin, the booze starting to create a warm feeling in her chest. God she loved whiskey.
"I don't see why anyone would." Terry's smile matched Wynonna, albeit a bit more subdued.
"Got any favorites?" Wynonna asked, trying to be a good conversationalist.
Terry visibly hesitated, but then decided, why not! "Promise you won't tell."
"It'd be rude to tell shit about the person kind enough to share their booze," Wynonna promised with a solemn nod.
Terry chuckled, then nodded. And finally asked, "Have you met Remy? Dark hair, red eyes, Cajun accent?" She'd learned that word from him, too. She hadn't had any clue about Cajun anything before.
"Help me with my bags when I moved in," Wynonna mentioned, then let out a low whistle. "Nice choice."
"He's just so..." Terry sighed happily. "Charming." She would never have thought that a wink could look anything but cheesy. "And he can drink like an Irishman. Which doesn't hurt." She smiled over at Wynonna. "What about you? Any favourites?"
"I would definitely screw Warren if his roster wasn't full up," Wynonna admitted with an easy shrug. Dude was hot, had to give him that.
Terry bit down on a grin. "He really is something. Has he ever taken you flying?"
"No--fuck that's an option?"
Terry laughed. "It's the best. Honest. The thrill, and the rush."
"Damn, Imma have to get Wings to give me a lift," Wynonna mused aloud, lips twitching up into a smile. Flying. Wow, this school really had everything.
"You really should," Terry agreed enthusiastically. She should ask Warren for another lift. It had been so amazing!
"I willlll... when you tap that Baton Rouge ass," Wynonna bartered with a smirk. Okay, so she'd ask him to fly either way. But still.
Terry felt her cheeks burst with heat, even as she burst into laughter. "I don't even know if he's straight! Or if he fancies me."
"Won't know unless you try," Wynonna answered with a wink.
"We'll see," Terry settled on with a smile, and took another drink before offering the bottle back to Wynonna. Right then, with the sweet buzz of alcohol, the thought of hitting on Remy didn't seem all that ludicrous at all. Why hadn't she done it already?
Wynonna smiled and nodded. Good enough for her. She took another swing, and laid back onto the ground.
Terry snagged the bottle back, then thought, what the hell, and shifted onto her side beside Wynonna. "So, apart from Warren. Anyone who's actually available?" She took a drink as she waited for Wynonna's answer.
Wynonna shrugged. "Summers would be hot if he lost the stick up his ass."
Terry tilted her head to the side. "I can sort of see it. What are you waiting for?" she asked, and took another sip. "You could take it out of there." The stick, out of his arse.
Snorting, Wynonna answered, "I don't have an awesome track record. It's probably for the best I wait on any guys til I figure my shit out." Maybe. She was sure that wouldn't last.
"Or maybe a boy is going to help you figure it all out," Terry remarked hopefully.
"Wouldn't that be something," Wynonna agreed. Yeah, there was no way some shit show guy was gonna help her figure out her hot mess of a life. But it was a nice thought, she guessed.
"It's not that unlikely," Terry offered with a one-shouldered shrug.
"You're adorable," Wynonna responded with a dimpled grin, bopping the other girl on the nose. Which seemed like an awesome idea. "You don't know the guys I've known. There's a boy in my town who goes by Champ."
Terry frowned at the nose bop - it seemed awfully patronising. But then she chuckled. "And he was everything but a champ, wasn't he just?"
"Just your regular everyday douchebag jockhead," she agreed easily.
"Here's to douchebag jockhead Champ," Terry stated, and took a drink before offering the bottle to Wynonna. "But they're not all twits."
Wynonna raised the bottle before her own chug. Stupid fucking Champ Hardy. She hoped Waverly stayed far away from him. "No, not all," Wynonna agreed.
"So if I'm meant to make a move on Remy, then you ought to make a move on Scott," Terry concluded with a bright smile. This was absolutely bordering-on-drunk logic.
Wynonna shrugged--hey, she wasn't the one who had anything invested. "Alright Ter-bear, I'd take that deal. Bag your boy, and I'll try to help Summers relax a little."
Terry cocked her head to the side, looking comically sceptical. "Ter-bear?"
"Not into nicknames?" Wynonna guessed, cocking her head right back.
"I don't know that I'm very bear-like," Terry replied. Or tear-like. Ter-bear made her sound like a bear going around tearing things apart.
"Touche. It's hard to think of rhyming things," Especially when you're drunk, Wynonna left unspoken. She figured it was implied. "I'll work on it."
"Let me know what you find out," Terry replied with an amused smile.
"Y'know, this was a pretty good end to a weird day," Wynonna told Terry, laying back and looking at the trees overhead.
"Yeah," Terry agreed, smile softer now. It was the alcohol, sure, and maybe also... making a new friend? Terry hoped so, anyway. "We should do this again."
"You bring the booze, I'll bring the sarcasm and poor decisions," Wynonna agreed with a grin and a wink.
Everyone was slowly shuffling out of the room. Well, those of them that had stayed til the end, anyways. Wynonna couldn't help but mutter to the chick sitting near her, "Yeah sure, mutant brotherhood and superhero teams, why not. And I thought the worst part about high school was school."
Terry had been keeping mostly quiet since the headmaster had interrupted her conversation with Tessa. He hadn't exactly called her out, but that was what it had felt like, and she hadn't liked his answer. She'd been lost in thought when the other girl spoke - she'd forgotten her name, which was terrible when there were so few of them around - but she chuckled at her words. "I'm fairly certain the worst part of high school is still all the homework," she replied in an obvious Irish accent.
"Homework is the wooooorst. Except when you don't do it," Wynonna winked at the redhead. She wasn't sure that this girl--Terry? Berry? Something like that-- who had made a comment about terrorists could really say homework was worst. But hey, priorities, she guessed.
Terry chuckled. "Yeah, but then you'd never graduate, and stay in school forever." Which seemed a horrible flaw in logic. She glanced at the students leaving the room or immersed in their own conversations, and looked back at the other girl. "So, what do you think?"
"I mean, I'm not really anybody's idea of a team player," Wynonna admitted with a shrug. "But I've got some scores to settle, and training couldn't hurt." The Revenants surely wouldn't know what hit them when Wynonna made her way back to Purgatory. However, it sounded like the Prof's game plan was peace. She wasn't sure her agenda of taking away those sucker's powers really aligned with that.
"I'm not really sure how I feel about a school having a combat team, y'know? What about you?
"I really don't like that he's lied to us," Terry stated. That was the big problem for her. "But it seems right - making something of our powers, to help people, not harm them." She paused, and added, with a hint of a smile, "Apart from the wankers."
"You think righteous punishment will be allowed in this boy band?" Wynonna asked curiously. Hey, if she could get better at fighting, do right by some people to make up for her past fuck ups, and fuck up the Revheads, she wasn't necessarily opposed. Sounded like a win-win-win.
"Righteous punishment?" Terry echoed with raised eyebrows, not sure what the other girl meant.
“Yeah, you know—the wankers or whatever. The really bad dudes. You think this team would be okay with harming them, or is this an arbitrary no-kill zone kinda team?” Wynonna tried to explain as she asked, gesturing widely with her arms.
"I..." Terry trailed off, frown deepening, then shook her head. "No idea. Do you want to kill people?"
Eyes darkening for a moment, Wynonna shrugged, "I just don't want it excluded just based on principle, you know?" Like if Wynonna just happened to find some Revenants back home, and she just happened to hurt them, would that mean she couldn't be part of this super special club? She just wasn't sure she could play by those rules.
"Not really," Terry admitted. Very aware that her manifestation had nearly killed a classmate, she wasn't at all looking to do that to anyone intentionally. And now she was worried that those X-Men might have no problem killing people, and Jean-Paul's words about children soldiers sounded all the realer.
She sighed, and pushed up to her feet. "I need a drink."
"Hey, if you're offering..." Wynonna couldn't help but invite herself. Drinking sounded like a fantastic idea right about now. She had broken out a bottle under less odd circumstances.
Terry looked at the other girl with raised eyebrows, then nodded. She did want a drink, and she did not want to drink alone. "All right. I'll meet you out back in ten?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," Wynonna agreed readily, pushing off the chair and giving her new 'friend' a half smile.
"I'm Terry, by the way," she added, taking a couple of steps back to get going, as soon as she got the name of the girl she was about to do some underage drinking with.
"Wynonna," Wynonna responded in kind. Shit, she hadn't even gotten this chick's name before this but she was gonna drink her booze? Rude.
Oh, that was a pretty name. Terry smiled at her. "See you outside, Wynonna." Then she turned on her heel and headed out.
She really hoped their telepath of a headmaster wasn't going to decide to come down on underage drinking tonight of all nights. Hopefully he would be too busy putting up shields against the many, many feelings the students had to have about him right now.
Wynonna headed outside, not having anything better to do. Terry seemed nice enough. Hey, anyone willing to share their booze was a friend in Wynonna's book. Besides, she still felt kind of weird from all this shit with the Professor.
Who knew high school had so much politics involved?
It wasn't long before Terry walked out the back entrance, a bag slung over her shoulder. She smiled at Wynonna, then asked, quietly, "Let's find somewhere a little way off?"
"After you," Wynonna grinned, the reassuring clinking sound coming from the bag like a Siren's call.
Terry stepped into the woods, quiet for a little while. "Where are you from, then?"
"Middle of nowhere town out west," Wynonna gave her generic answer, per usual. People generally thought she was joking if she just straight up said Purgatory. "And yourself?"
"The same," Terry replied, amused. "But, well. In Ireland."
"Ireland. The Big Green," Wynonna mused. "What brings you to the ol' US of A then?"
"This is the only mutant school that offered?" Terry answered, more than used to glossing over the details. "Well, no, I came here before the headmaster offered. My uncle moved here - work opportunities."
"Makes sense. We have way less cool accents, but I guess the big mutant mansion makes up for it," Wynonna agreed, not pushing any further because a) she didn't like telling her own shit, and b) she was kind of oblivious to any glossing over if there was any. Small talk wasn't necessarily her favorite, but she thought she was doing kind of okay.
"I don't know, I like some of your accents," Terry answered, although she was admittedly mostly thinking of Remy's. It was very... distinctive. There was no reason not to pull the bottle out of her bag as they looked for a nice place to settle, and she did just that, taking a drink before offering it to Wynonna.
Never one to turn down a bottle, Wynonna eagerly accepted her own pull. Drinking in the woods with a near stranger? She could think of worse ways to spend her evening. Passing the bottle back, Wynonna asked, "What's been you favorite thing in the states so far?"
"Bourbon?" Terry offered with a grin, taking the bottle back and screwing the cap back on. Not for long, but she was hoping they'd find a nice place soon.
"My kind of girl," Wynonna chuckled with an exaggerated wink.
"I'd never had any before coming here," Terry added. "Oh, I think there's a nice clearing just... yes! Just here."
Wynonna whole-heartedly agreed. This seemed like a fine clearing to be drinking in. Flopping onto the ground with a half groan, Wynonna asked, "How'd you find this clearing?"
"I, um, walked around?" Terry answered, folding her legs to sit cross-legged on her ground. She took another drink of whiskey, then passed the bottle to the other girl.
Fair enough--simple answer to a stupid question. Wynonna accepted the bottle eagerly and took another good swig. "Well, thanks for sharing it, and y'know, this."
"Drinking alone isn't the same," Terry replied with a small smile - and a brief one. "And I definitely needed a drink after all that yoke."
"Here here," Wynonna cheered, passing the bottle back to its owner. Then, unsure how to y'know, converse like a normal person, she asked, "So what do you like to do?"
"Apart from the general drinking and cavorting?" To punctuate that question, Terry took a drink. "I love singing." Still very Irish, yes. "And I like running - I was in the athletics team in my old school."
"Blegh--I mean, awesome," Wynonna threw her a grin, adding, "Sorry it's just--running. I only run if I'm running away from something, and that something is usually emotional baggage. Now drinking, cavorting, and singing--all things I am very pro."
"Let's stick to those when we hang out," Terry offered with a smile of her own, and held out the bottle to Wynonna.
Wynonna took the bottle back and took a healthy gulp. Damn that was good. As a complete non-sequitur, she asked, "So what's your super power?"
"Vocal things and - general sound things," Terry replied. She'd grown tired of using the headmaster's 'sonic powers' when it didn't seem to mean that much to people. "I can do a lot of things with my voice, and with sound."
"Man, you would've killed it on American Idol," Wynonna joked, passing the bottle again. Sounded like a cool power.
Heh, sounded--get it?
"Unfair advantage," Terry replied with a shrug, and a small smile. She took a drink, then asked, "How about you?"
"Hey, we gotta take advantages where we can get 'em," Wynonna told her with an easy grin, like their genes hadn't fucked all of them over in some way shape or form. "Super strength and agility I guess. Oh, and I got a gun." To prove her point, Wynonna pulled up Peacemaker lazily before making him go away.
Guns and drinking probablyyyyy shouldn't go together or something.
Terry started when Wynonna pulled out the gun, and needed a few seconds after she put it away to relax. There might be a lot of hunters in the countryside where she'd grown up, this was something else altogether. It seemed very... American. "That's... whoa. You just... conjure it out of nothing?"
"Y'know, I honestly have no fucking clue how the whole gun thing works," Wynonna admitted with a shrug. She tried very hard to not think about it, in fact. "When I get scared or want him to come out and play, boom, there it is."
"Him?" Terry echoed, not coming down from her surprise. In fact, she took another drink to that. "Does - he - work like a normal gun, then?"
"Well it just seems disrespectful to call him 'it'," Wynonna reasoned. "Nah, Peacemaker kind of like temporarily jacks a mutant's powers? Like, blocks them."
"Oh!" Terry thought it over. "That makes Peacemaker a good name for it. Him. Sorry." She held the bottle out to Wynonna.
"S'okay," Wynonna responded, taking another healthy gulp. "I didn't pick the name--it got handed down to me."
"By whom?" Terry asked curiously. Being handed a name for your mutant gun. That was something.
"Daddy," Wynonna admitted with a slight frown, taking another generous pull from the bottle before handing it back. "And his daddy before him, and so on...it's kind of a family trait."
Terry's eyebrows raised. "You mean you were all mutants?"
"Lucky us, right?" Wynonna spoke ironically, thinking of Waverly back home and hoping against hope she didn't get the same damn mutation as the rest of 'em. It was like an Earp curse.
"How far back does it go?" Terry asked, still stuck on that bit.
"Dunno. Was never really one for family stories," Wynonna murmured with another frown. Why was this chick so interested in her family?
"I never thought there might have been mutants before the Professor," Terry stated, and took a drink to absorb that fact. There might have been mutants for the longest time, and they hadn't known. Maybe that was where all the legends came from. Maybe the Fair Folk had been mutants!
"My family's kinda weird, try not to think on it too much," Wynonna laughed.
"Do you think it runs through other families?" Terry asked, instead of following Wynonna's advice. It was an odd thought. What if her father... Though there wasn't much reason to think about it.
"I'm no scientist, but maybe with genetics and shit possibly?" Wynonna tried to reason with a scrunched up nose. After all, there were siblings at the school right? And she and Willa both had the mutation.
"It is all genes, so..." Terry trailed off. It would make sense. But she swept all of that aside; her father had never cared about her, so she wasn't about to care about him. Her eyebrows raised slightly. "So we're likely to have mutant babies!" She rarely thought of having children, so she hadn't thought about it until now.
Wynonna tried very hard not to gag or look disgusted. She guessed she was only 75% successful. Her curse? With kids? Helllll no. There was a reason she had been on birth control since she was old enough, and it wasn't for the flawless skin. "Not likely on my end. Me with a kid? Poor fucker, the mutation would be the least of their problems."
Terry shrugged, and took another drink before offering the bottle back to Wynonna. "I don't know. I think one day I'd like to have a kid. Not now, though. Not anywhere near now."
Wynonna nodded and took another sip. "Fair enough. Could see why you'd be interested in all the genetics stuff then."
Terry hadn't even thought about it before, but now, yes, she was interested. "I'll talk to Simon. I'm sure he can explain."
"Simon?" Wynonna asked, tilting her head and passing back the bottle. Damn she had to get better about talking to people.
"The med student?" Terry offered. "It's right up his wheelhouse."
"Ohhhh....makes sense," Wynonna agreed.
"Also, he's very cute," Terry added with a small smile. Not as cute as Remy, but she hadn't met anyone as cute as Remy.
"This school does not seem to be lacking on those. Wonder if the x-gene has a hotness factor," Wynonna laughed, throwing in a wink for good measure.
"You've noticed as well," Terry agreed enthusiastically. "It's a little crazy, isn't it!"
"Hard not to notice--and definitely not complaining," Wynonna agreed with a lazy grin, the booze starting to create a warm feeling in her chest. God she loved whiskey.
"I don't see why anyone would." Terry's smile matched Wynonna, albeit a bit more subdued.
"Got any favorites?" Wynonna asked, trying to be a good conversationalist.
Terry visibly hesitated, but then decided, why not! "Promise you won't tell."
"It'd be rude to tell shit about the person kind enough to share their booze," Wynonna promised with a solemn nod.
Terry chuckled, then nodded. And finally asked, "Have you met Remy? Dark hair, red eyes, Cajun accent?" She'd learned that word from him, too. She hadn't had any clue about Cajun anything before.
"Help me with my bags when I moved in," Wynonna mentioned, then let out a low whistle. "Nice choice."
"He's just so..." Terry sighed happily. "Charming." She would never have thought that a wink could look anything but cheesy. "And he can drink like an Irishman. Which doesn't hurt." She smiled over at Wynonna. "What about you? Any favourites?"
"I would definitely screw Warren if his roster wasn't full up," Wynonna admitted with an easy shrug. Dude was hot, had to give him that.
Terry bit down on a grin. "He really is something. Has he ever taken you flying?"
"No--fuck that's an option?"
Terry laughed. "It's the best. Honest. The thrill, and the rush."
"Damn, Imma have to get Wings to give me a lift," Wynonna mused aloud, lips twitching up into a smile. Flying. Wow, this school really had everything.
"You really should," Terry agreed enthusiastically. She should ask Warren for another lift. It had been so amazing!
"I willlll... when you tap that Baton Rouge ass," Wynonna bartered with a smirk. Okay, so she'd ask him to fly either way. But still.
Terry felt her cheeks burst with heat, even as she burst into laughter. "I don't even know if he's straight! Or if he fancies me."
"Won't know unless you try," Wynonna answered with a wink.
"We'll see," Terry settled on with a smile, and took another drink before offering the bottle back to Wynonna. Right then, with the sweet buzz of alcohol, the thought of hitting on Remy didn't seem all that ludicrous at all. Why hadn't she done it already?
Wynonna smiled and nodded. Good enough for her. She took another swing, and laid back onto the ground.
Terry snagged the bottle back, then thought, what the hell, and shifted onto her side beside Wynonna. "So, apart from Warren. Anyone who's actually available?" She took a drink as she waited for Wynonna's answer.
Wynonna shrugged. "Summers would be hot if he lost the stick up his ass."
Terry tilted her head to the side. "I can sort of see it. What are you waiting for?" she asked, and took another sip. "You could take it out of there." The stick, out of his arse.
Snorting, Wynonna answered, "I don't have an awesome track record. It's probably for the best I wait on any guys til I figure my shit out." Maybe. She was sure that wouldn't last.
"Or maybe a boy is going to help you figure it all out," Terry remarked hopefully.
"Wouldn't that be something," Wynonna agreed. Yeah, there was no way some shit show guy was gonna help her figure out her hot mess of a life. But it was a nice thought, she guessed.
"It's not that unlikely," Terry offered with a one-shouldered shrug.
"You're adorable," Wynonna responded with a dimpled grin, bopping the other girl on the nose. Which seemed like an awesome idea. "You don't know the guys I've known. There's a boy in my town who goes by Champ."
Terry frowned at the nose bop - it seemed awfully patronising. But then she chuckled. "And he was everything but a champ, wasn't he just?"
"Just your regular everyday douchebag jockhead," she agreed easily.
"Here's to douchebag jockhead Champ," Terry stated, and took a drink before offering the bottle to Wynonna. "But they're not all twits."
Wynonna raised the bottle before her own chug. Stupid fucking Champ Hardy. She hoped Waverly stayed far away from him. "No, not all," Wynonna agreed.
"So if I'm meant to make a move on Remy, then you ought to make a move on Scott," Terry concluded with a bright smile. This was absolutely bordering-on-drunk logic.
Wynonna shrugged--hey, she wasn't the one who had anything invested. "Alright Ter-bear, I'd take that deal. Bag your boy, and I'll try to help Summers relax a little."
Terry cocked her head to the side, looking comically sceptical. "Ter-bear?"
"Not into nicknames?" Wynonna guessed, cocking her head right back.
"I don't know that I'm very bear-like," Terry replied. Or tear-like. Ter-bear made her sound like a bear going around tearing things apart.
"Touche. It's hard to think of rhyming things," Especially when you're drunk, Wynonna left unspoken. She figured it was implied. "I'll work on it."
"Let me know what you find out," Terry replied with an amused smile.
"Y'know, this was a pretty good end to a weird day," Wynonna told Terry, laying back and looking at the trees overhead.
"Yeah," Terry agreed, smile softer now. It was the alcohol, sure, and maybe also... making a new friend? Terry hoped so, anyway. "We should do this again."
"You bring the booze, I'll bring the sarcasm and poor decisions," Wynonna agreed with a grin and a wink.
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Date: 2017-11-17 02:51 am (UTC)