Kitty and Bobby | Saturday Night
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ax_mainKitty and Bobby head down to the party, and she lets him in on her secret plot.
Kitty felt good. And she hadn't even had anything to drink yet. No, she didn't just feel good - she felt triumphant. So, okay, her best friend was bringing a sketchy guy to the party. All the more reason to put a tracking device on said sketchy guy. Just as long as she could be cool about it. Oh man, she wished she had watched a few episodes of Leverage before the party, but there hadn't been time. Even as she'd been slipping the little tracker into her jeans pocket, Bobby was knocking at the door, and for once, she didn't actually phase through it when she answered.
She bounced along beside him, bumping his hip every now and then, humming under her breath. Be cool, Kitty. Be super-spy cool. Because there was no way she was letting Pyro's friends keep the info that she'd been meant to retrieve in the first place. Especially if it was the only information she knew about on the mysterious Right.
"I'm guessing you like parties?" Bobby asked, grinning over at her as she bumped her hip yet again against his. And tried to figure out, for about the fifteenth time that day alone, how it was that he had a date for a party.
"I don't know!" Kitty admitted. "This is my first. I mean, the second besides that pizza thing."
"I'm not sure that pizza thing actually counted as a party." Bobby made a face, apparently giving it full consideration. "More like a school sponsored orientation with free food." He grinned. "But hey, you should never turn down free pizza."
"Okay well, then this is my first," Kitty smiled at him. Then looked a little mischievous. "Also, I'm on a mission."
"A mission?" Bobby's eyebrows rose and he grinned. "Is this the kind of mission where if you tell me about it, you're going to have to kill me? Because if it is, I'm not sure I want to know." He paused a second, then shook his head. "Nah. I still want to know."
She gave him a look. "It's the kind of mission where you can't tell anyone about it if I tell you. Or I really will kill you. Or like, pull your mattress through the floor of your room and make you sleep on the floor for a week."
"Oww, now that's an actual threat." Bobby made an attempt at looking serious, though the way his lips kept twitching up sort of blew it. "I promise, no telling. But if you're planning to turn Simon's hair blue, I want to be on hand to take pictures."
She huffed a sigh. "Not a prank. A mission. When we met those other mutant kids at that lab a few weeks back, they had already stolen the data on the Right and fried the computers. Well. I'm gonna get it back."
Bobby's eyebrows rose. "How are you going to do that? I thought we didn't know who or where they were?"
She took his arm and hauled him down an empty hallway, suddenly lowering her voice. "We don't. Which is why I made a tracker."
"A tracker?" Bobby blinked as he stumbled after her. He regained his footing, then blinked again. "Umm, okay, awesome idea, but...wouldn't you need, y'know, someone to track?"
"Yes, which was the problem. I was kind of hoping that the Prof would send us on another one of those missions, or we would run into one of them. I mean, I only just finished it the other day. But, and you have to keep this quiet, I just found out that Yana is bringing one of them to the party," Kitty told him. "Apparently she's been hanging out with him and never told me, but whatever I hadn't really told her about you either, so I can't really throw stones."
"You didn't tell your roommate we were dating?" Bobby blurted, having latched onto the part that most affected him first. Because hey, he'd told Kurt. And Tommy. Was it supposed to be some kind of secret? The rest sank in, though, and he froze. "Hold it. She's bringing him here? Seriously? Did you tell the Prof?"
Kitty took a deep breath, because there were two very difficult questions to address in there. She reached up, putting her hands on his shoulders. "One, no, it's not a secret. It's just been crazy around here lately and Yana has been in a weird place. Note: weird date she's bringing. And two...no, I didn't, and I know I probably should have, but I want Yana to know that I believe in her. And...also I can get this tracker on him," she pointed out.
Huh. Okay, roommate being weird. He could believe that; after all, he'd met her. Weird kinda seemed her default, though he wasn't about to say that to Kitty. And not telling the Prof so that Kitty could plant a tracker on the guy didn't sound like a bad plan. Not to mention the guy would be outnumbered by like, 30 to 1 or something. Bobby reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Please tell me it's not the guy who looks like Tommy, at least? Because I don't think the party can handle more than one of him, and it'd be hard to plant a tracker on a speedster."
"No," Kitty sighed and looked at him. "It's your polar opposite. Pyro."
"Well, that's better," Bobby said, visibly relaxing. He grinned at Kitty. "At least if he decides to burn the place down, I can put out the fire, right? And you can use that as a distraction to plant the bug on him." Which, okay, a) she probably didn't need a distraction, but hey, he liked to feel useful, and b) it maybe wouldn't be quite that easy. But still, c'mon. The guy played with fire. Ice would put fire out. No prob.
"Well, at the very least, between you and me, we can keep an eye on him, right?" Kitty smiled.
"Or that. I'm good with that." Bobby leaned in and pecked a quick kiss on her lips, then pulled back and offered his arm. "So, onward to a life of espionage? Because I always kinda wanted to be Alex Rider."
Kitty grinned at that, her eyes lighting up. "Yeah? Me too." She winked and nudged him, then took his arm and pulled him along.
"Hey, we can't both be Alex Rider!" Bobby protested as he hurried to keep up.
"You can be Sabina," Kitty taunted, grinning over at him.
"Oooouch. C'mon, there's gotta be another spy guy out there, if you're stealing Alex. Which is unfair," he pointed out, "seeing as I mentioned him first."
Kitty hummed. "What about the spies from Kingsman? You can be Eggsy and I'll be Roxy."
"Well, it's not as cool," Bobby pointed out, then grinned. "But since you're willing to compromise, I could go with that."
"How about I promise you a makeout session and I still get to be the spy since it's my tracker and my plan?" Kitty taunted.
"Do I look like someone who can be bribed - no, nevermind, I know the answer to that." Bobby sighed dramatically, then grinned and hugged her arm in against him. "Fine. You get to be the spy, and I'll be your faithful sidekick. Who isn't named Sabina, because can you picture my life if Shepherd got hold of that?"
"Fine, fine. No Sabina. You can keep your cred, Ice Boy," Kitty laughed.
"I'm not sure I have cred. Do I have cred?" Bobby gave her a skeptical look, eyebrows rising, then smiled and nudged her hip with his, just as she'd been doing earlier. "How do I get cred to begin with? Because I think I missed the application process."
"Ohmygosh you are hopeless," she playfully groaned.
"You're just now figuring that out?" Bobby gave her a mock-concerned look. "I thought you knew."
"Oh I totally knew, I just felt the need to point it out. Again," Kitty grinned.
Bobby let out a sigh of relief. "Well, as long as we're not dating under false pretenses or anything. I mean, you might have gotten the impression there was still hope for me, and I'd hate to have to dash that." He frowned, his forehead furrowing. "Somehow, that sounded more right in my head."
"Most things do," Kitty rolled her eyes and pulled him out the door and down the path toward the lake. "And you're wrong, you know. There's a lot of hope in you."
"In me, yes. For me? Naaaah." Bobby shrugged, but smiled over at her and hurried along. "But anyway, any idea on how we're going to stick a tracer on the party crasher? And is spying going to take all night, do you figure, or can we take a break here and there and dance or something?"
Kitty huffed at him. "We are absolutely dancing. A lot. This is my first party and I'm going to make the most out of it. Which means that I may be trying some of the, uh, 'party favors' too."
Bobby grinned. "Underage drinking? You?" Bobby nudged her shoulder with his to let her know he was joking. "I think you're going to be a bad influence on me, Kitty Pryde. Who'd have thought it? A spy and a rebel."
"Oh, I'm going full rebel tonight," Kitty agreed. "And anyway, no, you aren't helping with the tracker. I've got Tommy for that part. He plants the tracker while I keep Pyro busy."
"Oh." Bobby's spirits sank to somewhere around the pit of his stomach. Granted, he'd known Kitty and Tommy had been hanging out and working on the phones, but he hadn't realized they'd been plotting, too. He forced a grin and shrugged. "Well, let me know when to make myself scarce, I guess."
Kitty hopped in front of him and stopped him with her hands, reaching up to cup his cheeks. "Tommy is doing it because Tommy knows how to pickpocket like a champ."
"Well, yeeaaah. I knew that," Bobby lied, and leaned in to kiss her.
She returned the kiss with a smile, relaxing a bit. "I'll come find you as soon as it's done."
"Hold it, are you guys gonna do it now?" Bobby asked. "How do you know he's even there yet?"
"No, not now!" Kitty rolled her eyes. "We're going to have to wait until he's not with Yana anyway. I just mean, I'll come find you again once it's done. And then you can have me the whole night."
"Well, I'm going to have to check my dance card, y'know," Bobby teased, feigning skepticism, then grinned crookedly. "By the way, did I mention I really can't dance? Because...I probably should've if I didn't."
"That's okay. I can. Well, I can when I'm not drunk?" Kitty frowned a little, looking thoughtful. "Hopefully I still can when I am..."
"Look at it this way," Bobby reasoned. "If everyone else is drunk too, no one's going to remember if you can or not?" He grinned. But I'm pretty sure you'll be just fine, anyway."
"So see? You'll be fine too, and I'll be drunk, so I'll either make you look good, or won't even notice how bad you are!" she laughed.
Bobby laughed too, then shook his head. "Hey, I'm fine with humiliating myself in public. I just wanted to warn you in case I stepped on your feet."
Kitty glanced down. "Well. At least I wore my vans and not my flats?"
"And hey, I can always supply ice if needed?" Bobby smiled, then rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Seriously, I'll do my best not to render you unable to walk. Promise."
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "I believe you."
"Mmmm. Y'know, I could stand to be convinced of that," Bobby teased. "Maybe another kiss?" What? It was worth a try!
She rolled her eyes and kissed him again. "Jerk."
Kitty felt good. And she hadn't even had anything to drink yet. No, she didn't just feel good - she felt triumphant. So, okay, her best friend was bringing a sketchy guy to the party. All the more reason to put a tracking device on said sketchy guy. Just as long as she could be cool about it. Oh man, she wished she had watched a few episodes of Leverage before the party, but there hadn't been time. Even as she'd been slipping the little tracker into her jeans pocket, Bobby was knocking at the door, and for once, she didn't actually phase through it when she answered.
She bounced along beside him, bumping his hip every now and then, humming under her breath. Be cool, Kitty. Be super-spy cool. Because there was no way she was letting Pyro's friends keep the info that she'd been meant to retrieve in the first place. Especially if it was the only information she knew about on the mysterious Right.
"I'm guessing you like parties?" Bobby asked, grinning over at her as she bumped her hip yet again against his. And tried to figure out, for about the fifteenth time that day alone, how it was that he had a date for a party.
"I don't know!" Kitty admitted. "This is my first. I mean, the second besides that pizza thing."
"I'm not sure that pizza thing actually counted as a party." Bobby made a face, apparently giving it full consideration. "More like a school sponsored orientation with free food." He grinned. "But hey, you should never turn down free pizza."
"Okay well, then this is my first," Kitty smiled at him. Then looked a little mischievous. "Also, I'm on a mission."
"A mission?" Bobby's eyebrows rose and he grinned. "Is this the kind of mission where if you tell me about it, you're going to have to kill me? Because if it is, I'm not sure I want to know." He paused a second, then shook his head. "Nah. I still want to know."
She gave him a look. "It's the kind of mission where you can't tell anyone about it if I tell you. Or I really will kill you. Or like, pull your mattress through the floor of your room and make you sleep on the floor for a week."
"Oww, now that's an actual threat." Bobby made an attempt at looking serious, though the way his lips kept twitching up sort of blew it. "I promise, no telling. But if you're planning to turn Simon's hair blue, I want to be on hand to take pictures."
She huffed a sigh. "Not a prank. A mission. When we met those other mutant kids at that lab a few weeks back, they had already stolen the data on the Right and fried the computers. Well. I'm gonna get it back."
Bobby's eyebrows rose. "How are you going to do that? I thought we didn't know who or where they were?"
She took his arm and hauled him down an empty hallway, suddenly lowering her voice. "We don't. Which is why I made a tracker."
"A tracker?" Bobby blinked as he stumbled after her. He regained his footing, then blinked again. "Umm, okay, awesome idea, but...wouldn't you need, y'know, someone to track?"
"Yes, which was the problem. I was kind of hoping that the Prof would send us on another one of those missions, or we would run into one of them. I mean, I only just finished it the other day. But, and you have to keep this quiet, I just found out that Yana is bringing one of them to the party," Kitty told him. "Apparently she's been hanging out with him and never told me, but whatever I hadn't really told her about you either, so I can't really throw stones."
"You didn't tell your roommate we were dating?" Bobby blurted, having latched onto the part that most affected him first. Because hey, he'd told Kurt. And Tommy. Was it supposed to be some kind of secret? The rest sank in, though, and he froze. "Hold it. She's bringing him here? Seriously? Did you tell the Prof?"
Kitty took a deep breath, because there were two very difficult questions to address in there. She reached up, putting her hands on his shoulders. "One, no, it's not a secret. It's just been crazy around here lately and Yana has been in a weird place. Note: weird date she's bringing. And two...no, I didn't, and I know I probably should have, but I want Yana to know that I believe in her. And...also I can get this tracker on him," she pointed out.
Huh. Okay, roommate being weird. He could believe that; after all, he'd met her. Weird kinda seemed her default, though he wasn't about to say that to Kitty. And not telling the Prof so that Kitty could plant a tracker on the guy didn't sound like a bad plan. Not to mention the guy would be outnumbered by like, 30 to 1 or something. Bobby reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Please tell me it's not the guy who looks like Tommy, at least? Because I don't think the party can handle more than one of him, and it'd be hard to plant a tracker on a speedster."
"No," Kitty sighed and looked at him. "It's your polar opposite. Pyro."
"Well, that's better," Bobby said, visibly relaxing. He grinned at Kitty. "At least if he decides to burn the place down, I can put out the fire, right? And you can use that as a distraction to plant the bug on him." Which, okay, a) she probably didn't need a distraction, but hey, he liked to feel useful, and b) it maybe wouldn't be quite that easy. But still, c'mon. The guy played with fire. Ice would put fire out. No prob.
"Well, at the very least, between you and me, we can keep an eye on him, right?" Kitty smiled.
"Or that. I'm good with that." Bobby leaned in and pecked a quick kiss on her lips, then pulled back and offered his arm. "So, onward to a life of espionage? Because I always kinda wanted to be Alex Rider."
Kitty grinned at that, her eyes lighting up. "Yeah? Me too." She winked and nudged him, then took his arm and pulled him along.
"Hey, we can't both be Alex Rider!" Bobby protested as he hurried to keep up.
"You can be Sabina," Kitty taunted, grinning over at him.
"Oooouch. C'mon, there's gotta be another spy guy out there, if you're stealing Alex. Which is unfair," he pointed out, "seeing as I mentioned him first."
Kitty hummed. "What about the spies from Kingsman? You can be Eggsy and I'll be Roxy."
"Well, it's not as cool," Bobby pointed out, then grinned. "But since you're willing to compromise, I could go with that."
"How about I promise you a makeout session and I still get to be the spy since it's my tracker and my plan?" Kitty taunted.
"Do I look like someone who can be bribed - no, nevermind, I know the answer to that." Bobby sighed dramatically, then grinned and hugged her arm in against him. "Fine. You get to be the spy, and I'll be your faithful sidekick. Who isn't named Sabina, because can you picture my life if Shepherd got hold of that?"
"Fine, fine. No Sabina. You can keep your cred, Ice Boy," Kitty laughed.
"I'm not sure I have cred. Do I have cred?" Bobby gave her a skeptical look, eyebrows rising, then smiled and nudged her hip with his, just as she'd been doing earlier. "How do I get cred to begin with? Because I think I missed the application process."
"Ohmygosh you are hopeless," she playfully groaned.
"You're just now figuring that out?" Bobby gave her a mock-concerned look. "I thought you knew."
"Oh I totally knew, I just felt the need to point it out. Again," Kitty grinned.
Bobby let out a sigh of relief. "Well, as long as we're not dating under false pretenses or anything. I mean, you might have gotten the impression there was still hope for me, and I'd hate to have to dash that." He frowned, his forehead furrowing. "Somehow, that sounded more right in my head."
"Most things do," Kitty rolled her eyes and pulled him out the door and down the path toward the lake. "And you're wrong, you know. There's a lot of hope in you."
"In me, yes. For me? Naaaah." Bobby shrugged, but smiled over at her and hurried along. "But anyway, any idea on how we're going to stick a tracer on the party crasher? And is spying going to take all night, do you figure, or can we take a break here and there and dance or something?"
Kitty huffed at him. "We are absolutely dancing. A lot. This is my first party and I'm going to make the most out of it. Which means that I may be trying some of the, uh, 'party favors' too."
Bobby grinned. "Underage drinking? You?" Bobby nudged her shoulder with his to let her know he was joking. "I think you're going to be a bad influence on me, Kitty Pryde. Who'd have thought it? A spy and a rebel."
"Oh, I'm going full rebel tonight," Kitty agreed. "And anyway, no, you aren't helping with the tracker. I've got Tommy for that part. He plants the tracker while I keep Pyro busy."
"Oh." Bobby's spirits sank to somewhere around the pit of his stomach. Granted, he'd known Kitty and Tommy had been hanging out and working on the phones, but he hadn't realized they'd been plotting, too. He forced a grin and shrugged. "Well, let me know when to make myself scarce, I guess."
Kitty hopped in front of him and stopped him with her hands, reaching up to cup his cheeks. "Tommy is doing it because Tommy knows how to pickpocket like a champ."
"Well, yeeaaah. I knew that," Bobby lied, and leaned in to kiss her.
She returned the kiss with a smile, relaxing a bit. "I'll come find you as soon as it's done."
"Hold it, are you guys gonna do it now?" Bobby asked. "How do you know he's even there yet?"
"No, not now!" Kitty rolled her eyes. "We're going to have to wait until he's not with Yana anyway. I just mean, I'll come find you again once it's done. And then you can have me the whole night."
"Well, I'm going to have to check my dance card, y'know," Bobby teased, feigning skepticism, then grinned crookedly. "By the way, did I mention I really can't dance? Because...I probably should've if I didn't."
"That's okay. I can. Well, I can when I'm not drunk?" Kitty frowned a little, looking thoughtful. "Hopefully I still can when I am..."
"Look at it this way," Bobby reasoned. "If everyone else is drunk too, no one's going to remember if you can or not?" He grinned. But I'm pretty sure you'll be just fine, anyway."
"So see? You'll be fine too, and I'll be drunk, so I'll either make you look good, or won't even notice how bad you are!" she laughed.
Bobby laughed too, then shook his head. "Hey, I'm fine with humiliating myself in public. I just wanted to warn you in case I stepped on your feet."
Kitty glanced down. "Well. At least I wore my vans and not my flats?"
"And hey, I can always supply ice if needed?" Bobby smiled, then rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Seriously, I'll do my best not to render you unable to walk. Promise."
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "I believe you."
"Mmmm. Y'know, I could stand to be convinced of that," Bobby teased. "Maybe another kiss?" What? It was worth a try!
She rolled her eyes and kissed him again. "Jerk."
