Namor and TJ - End of year party
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ax_mainTJ goes to chat with Namor, because alcohol. Ensues him discovering rum, and a reason to enjoy coke, ish.
TJ eyed the Atlantean curiously, tail swinging idly behind her. She hesitated, then decided, why the hell not. She didn't even think it was the alcohol, although she did take another sip from her rum-and-coke.
(It absolutely was the alcohol.)
She walked over to Namor the First and grinned sharply at him. "What happened to the speedo, Highness?"
Namor answered her grin with a smirk of his own. He was wearing his ceremonial blue clothing, though he'd opted to not take the trident with him. He figured that would raise too many eyebrows.
"Reserved for more casual occasions," Namor said, frankly. He figured that the royal demeanor was put off somewhat by the alcoholic beverage he had in a red plastic cup. Surfacer drinks were... admittedly passable. Possibly better. He'd require more... experimentation.
"Are these more ceremonial outfits more appropriate? I understand that there were some individuals who were flustered about the amount of skin I was displaying."
"Haters gonna hate," TJ remarked, waving that aside dismissively. "But yeah. You usually make it look like I'm wearing a lot, which is - impressive." Of course, she wasn't wearing more tonight than she usually did, in a sports bra and tiny skort.
"There is no shame to be had in the beauty of the physical form," Namor said. "Your attention toward that particular garment speaks of some sort of appreciation. Perhaps you'd like it if I wore it more frequently?" he asked, the smirk growing ever so slightly.
TJ rolled her eyes, although it wasn't exactly obvious, with them being full yellow. "I'd be worried about your hygiene if you did."
"You presume I have only one," Namor returned, smoothly.
"You're the one speaking of 'it' like you do," TJ replied with a shrug.
"I might remind you that English is not my first language," he said, smirking just a touch. "Though I am impressed with the variance of the language. As well as the wardrobe. And the various women who display certain articles."
TJ wasn't touching that one with a ten foot pole, or anything else. But she was curious. "Did they teach you other languages?"
"Mandarin, Russian, Spanish, and German," Namor said. "They felt I should have a fair number of languages covered. Granted, I wouldn't consider myself fluent in any of them. Merely proficient."
"Is that right?" she asked in German, raising her eyebrows at him. Hey, she had to make sure he wasn't just bullshitting her.
"You would doubt my word?" Namor replied, in unaccented but otherwise near-perfect German.
TJ couldn't help but giggle at his very, very Atlantean accent. "I was mostly wondering how you got any German teachers down there. Now I know you didn't." It was a wonder his English sounded much better. Maybe they'd bothered more with English? It would make sense, it was definitely spoken more than German, as far as she knew, in this universe.
"Yes, well," Namor said, switching back to English, "suffice to say, Atlantis has agents on the surface. It is how they learned of the Professor, of course," he said.
"Your English is way less," ridiculous, "awkward," TJ stated, still amused, but not drunk to the point of rudeness. Not quite yet. Give her until the end of her glass, probably.
"I am not particularly surprised. My mother was always quite fond of my father's tongue." For reason's beyond him, frankly.
TJ snorted; she wasn't sure she would've resisted that one even if she'd been sober. "I'm sure she was."
Namor raised an eyebrow. He'd missed something, but he was not feeling inclined to pursue exactly what it was he'd missed. "And what of you? You've been so curious about me, that I have failed to truly grasp why that is, and, really, anything about you."
"Welllll." TJ grinned. "I'm a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, inside a riddle?" Or whatever that saying was.
"Seems perhaps a bid to remain more mysterious than an Atlantean prince," Namor suggested, smirking slightly.
"I think the word you're looking for is obnoxious," TJ pointed out with raised eyebrows. "Ask your questions, then. I'm a pretty open book." She took another drink from her cup.
"I know little of you, such as where you are from. And how you seemed to know of Atlantis before my arrival was... strange," Namor said. "I would like to know how you knew of it."
"Man, you really should listen to school gossip more," TJ advised him. It wasn't like it was a secret. Did he think she was actually Kurt's sister? "I'm the student from another universe."
He put a hand near his mouth, composing himself. "Interesting. I thought it falsehoods when I heard it myself," Namor said, frankly. He put his hand to his chin, thinking, for a moment, before lowering it and taking a sip of his drink with the other. "So you are familiar with... another version of myself, it seems. Perhaps a dimension where my mother birthed a daughter, rather than a son," he said. How would that have changed the course of Atlantis? Perhaps its course was already different, and a woman could rule. If anyone had deserved such a thing, it was his mother, and not one of her descendants.
"Whoa, whoa." TJ held up her hands, careful not to spill her drink. "We met for the whole of one mission, and she spent most of it conspiring against us like an idiot. 'Familiar' might be overstating it. I've unfortunately come in contact with her, sure."
"Hm," Namor said, thinking of it. "Strange that she would... conspire against you and yours," he said, frankly.
"Is it?" TJ asked with a skeptical expression. "I mean, you don't seem as bad, but you don't strike me as a team player either." Maybe he would have been as bad, in the same circumstances. It wasn't like she knew him much.
"I would not debase myself by resorting to backstabbing and treachery," Namor said. "If my goals were at odds with another, it would be known. Immediately, and openly."
"Yeah, she made that pretty obvious when she threw Sasquatch into the sea, socked Morph in the jaw, and swam for it," TJ stated, sounding very unimpressed with Namora's behavior. "Then she went and sicced the Fantastic Four on us." TJ just hoped Little Miss Bikini had settled down and was working with the team, now, and not against it. "Good thing it worked out in the end. Ish." She'd ended up here, after all.
She was bumming herself out, now, thinking of the Exiles. She knocked back the rest of her drink. "I need more alcohol."
"I admit, surfacer alcohol has its appeal," Namor said, figuring she wanted to switch gears. "Perhaps there's a drink of choice you'd care to introduce me to?"
TJ guessed he was coming with her to the drinks, then, and she started making her way over. "I don't know, what have you had?"
"Gin, I think. Some fellow in a suit without shoes on decided to introduce me to it. It's quite nice," he said. "However, they say variety is one of life's many spices. If that's the proper idiom."
"Variety is the source of many a hangover," TJ replied wisely. Except when was she ever really wise? "But you've still gotta try rum and tequila, at least."
"I have heard that rum is popular among seafaring folk. I feel it may be quite fitting to try," Namor replied.
"Oh, yeah, it's definitely the go-to alcohol for pirates and sailors in those old movies," TJ confirmed. Her dad loved pirate movies, so she'd pretty much grown up with them. When they reached the table with the drinks, she grabbed the appropriate bottle and poured herself a double shot before handing it over to Namor, and grabbing the coke. "I like it with coke, but juice works too. And there's a bunch of awesome cocktails that feature it, too, but they're a little elaborate for a high school party."
"The surfacer invention of cola struck me as a touch pointless, given the fact that water is sufficient as a drink, but perhaps mixing alcoholic drinks with it will make me rethink that," Namor said, shrugging.
"For real?" TJ looked at him skeptically. "You don't see the point of coke?"
"It is sweet to the point of being overly so, and I find carbonation adds nothing. It is... pointlessly polluted water," Namor said, shrugging.
"You need to learn to lighten up," TJ stated with a grimace. "And, you know, probably mix your rum with juice instead."
"It should come as no surprise that you are not the first to tell me that," Namor said, shrugging. "But please, the 'coke' should be an interesting learning experience. Perhaps it is the key to lightening up."
TJ snorted. "Rum's more likely to do the trick." After helping herself to some coke, she handed it to him.
He mixed an approximate amount of what she'd poured into her own, and set it back on the table where it had been. "I believe the saying is... 'cheers,' yes?" he offered, raising his cup slightly.
"Cheers, Highness," she told him as she knocked her cup against his, then took a drink, and motioned for them to get out of the way and let other people have at the drinks.
He took a drink as she did, and followed alongside her as they moved away from the drinks. "Much more pleasant than I imagined. It has a certain... kick to it, I suppose." Difficult to describe such things in a language that wasn't his native one, for certain.
"Did it redeem coke in your eyes?" TJ asked, amused.
"As a mixer, perhaps," Namor said, obviously just a touch guarded. "Surfacers continue to redeem themselves in surprising ways."
"Oh, please, tell me why we need to redeem ourselves," TJ invited him, all attitude.
"A vast amount of Atlantean resources and technology is invested in reversing the effects of ages of surfacer pollution of the oceans," Namor said. "Add to that the crime my father visited upon my mother, and I feel they have plenty to atone for."
"I'm pretty sure we're not all responsible for what one guy did," TJ replied with a frown, wondering what was up with that. "But, yeah, pollution's on us." Maybe if Atlanteans shared their amazing pollution-free technology, if they had it... Why was she even talking to this guy?
"Certainly," Namor admitted. "But I was raised in a... fashion that painted all surfacers in a similar light. I was pleased to discover that the vast majority of you are civil," he said.
"Who knows, maybe some day I'll be pleased to discover that the vast majority of you aren't superior asshats," TJ replied with a sharp smile. She could only behave for so long, as it turned out. She was just fine not being 'civil' when he was being a jerk.
"Perhaps," Namor said, shrugging. "Atlantis is beautiful. If you have not been, it would be my pleasure to someday take you."
TJ eyed him curiously, wondering if he didn't realize she'd insulted him, or didn't care? The former would just be plain weird. The latter... insulting. Probably the latter. She was torn between feeling offended and loving the idea of visiting (of course she would, if it was possible). So she evaded making a direct answer. "Yeah, it doesn't sound like I'd be very welcome. Criminal polluter that I am."
He'd gotten to her, and he could see just ever so slightly he had, by ignoring her insult. "You would be welcome, if you were a guest of the Imperial family," Namor said, frankly. "Not a soul would dare to raise their voice or hand against you. I would brook no insult to a guest of mine, regardless of any prejudices Atlantis may have."
"Only imperial insults for this chick, sounds like a great holiday," TJ retorted, not buying any of it. The fact that he would bring up someone raising a hand to her drove home how accepting of surfacers his Atlantis was. "Thanks but no thanks."
Namor couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Perhaps you'll change your mind one day," he said, simply.
"Not gonna hold my breath," TJ assured him, which, heh, funny. Because underwater. She drank to that terrible pun.
"That is not expected of you," Namor replied, not missing the pun and smirking at it slightly. He took another drink, simply because it was the social thing to do.
"Yeah, yeah." TJ downed her cup, and lobbed it into a nearby trash can. "Well, I'm hitting the dance floor. See you around, Highness."
"I have no doubt of that. Enjoy your dancing," Namor said, taking another drink but not quite polishing his own off yet. He was starting to realize just how much he was actually enjoying himself, here.
TJ eyed the Atlantean curiously, tail swinging idly behind her. She hesitated, then decided, why the hell not. She didn't even think it was the alcohol, although she did take another sip from her rum-and-coke.
(It absolutely was the alcohol.)
She walked over to Namor the First and grinned sharply at him. "What happened to the speedo, Highness?"
Namor answered her grin with a smirk of his own. He was wearing his ceremonial blue clothing, though he'd opted to not take the trident with him. He figured that would raise too many eyebrows.
"Reserved for more casual occasions," Namor said, frankly. He figured that the royal demeanor was put off somewhat by the alcoholic beverage he had in a red plastic cup. Surfacer drinks were... admittedly passable. Possibly better. He'd require more... experimentation.
"Are these more ceremonial outfits more appropriate? I understand that there were some individuals who were flustered about the amount of skin I was displaying."
"Haters gonna hate," TJ remarked, waving that aside dismissively. "But yeah. You usually make it look like I'm wearing a lot, which is - impressive." Of course, she wasn't wearing more tonight than she usually did, in a sports bra and tiny skort.
"There is no shame to be had in the beauty of the physical form," Namor said. "Your attention toward that particular garment speaks of some sort of appreciation. Perhaps you'd like it if I wore it more frequently?" he asked, the smirk growing ever so slightly.
TJ rolled her eyes, although it wasn't exactly obvious, with them being full yellow. "I'd be worried about your hygiene if you did."
"You presume I have only one," Namor returned, smoothly.
"You're the one speaking of 'it' like you do," TJ replied with a shrug.
"I might remind you that English is not my first language," he said, smirking just a touch. "Though I am impressed with the variance of the language. As well as the wardrobe. And the various women who display certain articles."
TJ wasn't touching that one with a ten foot pole, or anything else. But she was curious. "Did they teach you other languages?"
"Mandarin, Russian, Spanish, and German," Namor said. "They felt I should have a fair number of languages covered. Granted, I wouldn't consider myself fluent in any of them. Merely proficient."
"Is that right?" she asked in German, raising her eyebrows at him. Hey, she had to make sure he wasn't just bullshitting her.
"You would doubt my word?" Namor replied, in unaccented but otherwise near-perfect German.
TJ couldn't help but giggle at his very, very Atlantean accent. "I was mostly wondering how you got any German teachers down there. Now I know you didn't." It was a wonder his English sounded much better. Maybe they'd bothered more with English? It would make sense, it was definitely spoken more than German, as far as she knew, in this universe.
"Yes, well," Namor said, switching back to English, "suffice to say, Atlantis has agents on the surface. It is how they learned of the Professor, of course," he said.
"Your English is way less," ridiculous, "awkward," TJ stated, still amused, but not drunk to the point of rudeness. Not quite yet. Give her until the end of her glass, probably.
"I am not particularly surprised. My mother was always quite fond of my father's tongue." For reason's beyond him, frankly.
TJ snorted; she wasn't sure she would've resisted that one even if she'd been sober. "I'm sure she was."
Namor raised an eyebrow. He'd missed something, but he was not feeling inclined to pursue exactly what it was he'd missed. "And what of you? You've been so curious about me, that I have failed to truly grasp why that is, and, really, anything about you."
"Welllll." TJ grinned. "I'm a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, inside a riddle?" Or whatever that saying was.
"Seems perhaps a bid to remain more mysterious than an Atlantean prince," Namor suggested, smirking slightly.
"I think the word you're looking for is obnoxious," TJ pointed out with raised eyebrows. "Ask your questions, then. I'm a pretty open book." She took another drink from her cup.
"I know little of you, such as where you are from. And how you seemed to know of Atlantis before my arrival was... strange," Namor said. "I would like to know how you knew of it."
"Man, you really should listen to school gossip more," TJ advised him. It wasn't like it was a secret. Did he think she was actually Kurt's sister? "I'm the student from another universe."
He put a hand near his mouth, composing himself. "Interesting. I thought it falsehoods when I heard it myself," Namor said, frankly. He put his hand to his chin, thinking, for a moment, before lowering it and taking a sip of his drink with the other. "So you are familiar with... another version of myself, it seems. Perhaps a dimension where my mother birthed a daughter, rather than a son," he said. How would that have changed the course of Atlantis? Perhaps its course was already different, and a woman could rule. If anyone had deserved such a thing, it was his mother, and not one of her descendants.
"Whoa, whoa." TJ held up her hands, careful not to spill her drink. "We met for the whole of one mission, and she spent most of it conspiring against us like an idiot. 'Familiar' might be overstating it. I've unfortunately come in contact with her, sure."
"Hm," Namor said, thinking of it. "Strange that she would... conspire against you and yours," he said, frankly.
"Is it?" TJ asked with a skeptical expression. "I mean, you don't seem as bad, but you don't strike me as a team player either." Maybe he would have been as bad, in the same circumstances. It wasn't like she knew him much.
"I would not debase myself by resorting to backstabbing and treachery," Namor said. "If my goals were at odds with another, it would be known. Immediately, and openly."
"Yeah, she made that pretty obvious when she threw Sasquatch into the sea, socked Morph in the jaw, and swam for it," TJ stated, sounding very unimpressed with Namora's behavior. "Then she went and sicced the Fantastic Four on us." TJ just hoped Little Miss Bikini had settled down and was working with the team, now, and not against it. "Good thing it worked out in the end. Ish." She'd ended up here, after all.
She was bumming herself out, now, thinking of the Exiles. She knocked back the rest of her drink. "I need more alcohol."
"I admit, surfacer alcohol has its appeal," Namor said, figuring she wanted to switch gears. "Perhaps there's a drink of choice you'd care to introduce me to?"
TJ guessed he was coming with her to the drinks, then, and she started making her way over. "I don't know, what have you had?"
"Gin, I think. Some fellow in a suit without shoes on decided to introduce me to it. It's quite nice," he said. "However, they say variety is one of life's many spices. If that's the proper idiom."
"Variety is the source of many a hangover," TJ replied wisely. Except when was she ever really wise? "But you've still gotta try rum and tequila, at least."
"I have heard that rum is popular among seafaring folk. I feel it may be quite fitting to try," Namor replied.
"Oh, yeah, it's definitely the go-to alcohol for pirates and sailors in those old movies," TJ confirmed. Her dad loved pirate movies, so she'd pretty much grown up with them. When they reached the table with the drinks, she grabbed the appropriate bottle and poured herself a double shot before handing it over to Namor, and grabbing the coke. "I like it with coke, but juice works too. And there's a bunch of awesome cocktails that feature it, too, but they're a little elaborate for a high school party."
"The surfacer invention of cola struck me as a touch pointless, given the fact that water is sufficient as a drink, but perhaps mixing alcoholic drinks with it will make me rethink that," Namor said, shrugging.
"For real?" TJ looked at him skeptically. "You don't see the point of coke?"
"It is sweet to the point of being overly so, and I find carbonation adds nothing. It is... pointlessly polluted water," Namor said, shrugging.
"You need to learn to lighten up," TJ stated with a grimace. "And, you know, probably mix your rum with juice instead."
"It should come as no surprise that you are not the first to tell me that," Namor said, shrugging. "But please, the 'coke' should be an interesting learning experience. Perhaps it is the key to lightening up."
TJ snorted. "Rum's more likely to do the trick." After helping herself to some coke, she handed it to him.
He mixed an approximate amount of what she'd poured into her own, and set it back on the table where it had been. "I believe the saying is... 'cheers,' yes?" he offered, raising his cup slightly.
"Cheers, Highness," she told him as she knocked her cup against his, then took a drink, and motioned for them to get out of the way and let other people have at the drinks.
He took a drink as she did, and followed alongside her as they moved away from the drinks. "Much more pleasant than I imagined. It has a certain... kick to it, I suppose." Difficult to describe such things in a language that wasn't his native one, for certain.
"Did it redeem coke in your eyes?" TJ asked, amused.
"As a mixer, perhaps," Namor said, obviously just a touch guarded. "Surfacers continue to redeem themselves in surprising ways."
"Oh, please, tell me why we need to redeem ourselves," TJ invited him, all attitude.
"A vast amount of Atlantean resources and technology is invested in reversing the effects of ages of surfacer pollution of the oceans," Namor said. "Add to that the crime my father visited upon my mother, and I feel they have plenty to atone for."
"I'm pretty sure we're not all responsible for what one guy did," TJ replied with a frown, wondering what was up with that. "But, yeah, pollution's on us." Maybe if Atlanteans shared their amazing pollution-free technology, if they had it... Why was she even talking to this guy?
"Certainly," Namor admitted. "But I was raised in a... fashion that painted all surfacers in a similar light. I was pleased to discover that the vast majority of you are civil," he said.
"Who knows, maybe some day I'll be pleased to discover that the vast majority of you aren't superior asshats," TJ replied with a sharp smile. She could only behave for so long, as it turned out. She was just fine not being 'civil' when he was being a jerk.
"Perhaps," Namor said, shrugging. "Atlantis is beautiful. If you have not been, it would be my pleasure to someday take you."
TJ eyed him curiously, wondering if he didn't realize she'd insulted him, or didn't care? The former would just be plain weird. The latter... insulting. Probably the latter. She was torn between feeling offended and loving the idea of visiting (of course she would, if it was possible). So she evaded making a direct answer. "Yeah, it doesn't sound like I'd be very welcome. Criminal polluter that I am."
He'd gotten to her, and he could see just ever so slightly he had, by ignoring her insult. "You would be welcome, if you were a guest of the Imperial family," Namor said, frankly. "Not a soul would dare to raise their voice or hand against you. I would brook no insult to a guest of mine, regardless of any prejudices Atlantis may have."
"Only imperial insults for this chick, sounds like a great holiday," TJ retorted, not buying any of it. The fact that he would bring up someone raising a hand to her drove home how accepting of surfacers his Atlantis was. "Thanks but no thanks."
Namor couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Perhaps you'll change your mind one day," he said, simply.
"Not gonna hold my breath," TJ assured him, which, heh, funny. Because underwater. She drank to that terrible pun.
"That is not expected of you," Namor replied, not missing the pun and smirking at it slightly. He took another drink, simply because it was the social thing to do.
"Yeah, yeah." TJ downed her cup, and lobbed it into a nearby trash can. "Well, I'm hitting the dance floor. See you around, Highness."
"I have no doubt of that. Enjoy your dancing," Namor said, taking another drink but not quite polishing his own off yet. He was starting to realize just how much he was actually enjoying himself, here.
