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ax_mainWynonna and Warren congratulate themselves on being pretty, then proceed to talk about... dick.
Warren frowned into the drinks cooler. He wanted a Jameson and ginger, but... he'd been doing vodka all night, and that was a bad switch to make at this point. He'd probably be slightly hungover anyhow, tomorrow--he was so out of practice--but why make it worse? His wings rustled with annoyance then tucked up tight again, and he stared into the depths, wondering.
Moving (okay, stumbling) near the dude in front of the cooler, Wynonna spotted a bottle of Jameson and may have let out a squeal of glee. Whiskey! Damn the universe loved her. She went to get it and realized the...shit--WINGS? Wings were in her way??? "Listen buddy, those wings are blocking my whiskey."
Warren reached into the cooler and grabbed a Jameson and ginger, then held it out to her before even looking. "Hey, my wings are worth it." Only then did he straighten up and see--oh. Hot girl he didn't know, but had seen in class. "Oh. Hey. I'm Warren, and this is your whiskey."
"Hello whiskey," Wynonna said, grabbing it from his hand without even dropping it. And then--holy smokes, those wings were attached to a very nice looking dude, beer goggles or not. "And helloooo Warren. I'm Wynonna. W's for the win."
Distracted by the pretty girl, Warren just grabbed for the juice and cracked it open. His other hand, he held out for a fist bump. "Team W knows how to party, clearly. Where you from, Wynonna?" Cute name, too.
"Hell hole named Purgatory." Wynonna took a sip of her favorite James(on) before adding. "Pun intended." Who knew this school could come with so many fringe benefits? Good booze, cute people, parties--she could almost even forgive the whole 'school' part.
"Purgatory," Warren repeated, eyebrows high. "I can't decide if you're referring to New York City or an actual place on the map called that."
"I wish I was referring to New York City," Wynonna responded earnestly, taking another good sized gulp of her drink. Bless those who created whiskey. Angels, all of them. Hehe, Angels. Like this dude with wings. "Unfortunately I'm talking about an actual town that was bright enough to name itself Purgatory out west. And you, wing-boy?"
Warren laughed out loud after he swallowed a gulp of screwdriver. "That false purgatory itself, the island of Manhattan. You been yet?"
"Can't say I have," Wynonna admitted. She wouldn't necessarily be opposed if this guy offered to give her a personal tour. "Only things I know about Manhattan are the drink and that movie with JLo."
"I do not know the movie," he admitted, though he was pretty sure it had to do with maids? "but the drink is first rate. Bourbon fan?"
"I'm generally a fan of all things alcoholic and delicious," she nodded.
"Then you really need to see New York. We do both of those things well--especially together." Warren chuckled, thinking of his last dinner at the Hellfire Club. So much champagne... "I make a mean manhattan. With rye. Someday when we're not trying to act like we're drinking juice, remind me to show you."
"I'm gonna take you up on that W-squared," Wynonna warned him, pointing her finger at his chest. She wasn't going to be one to turn down a good time. The alcohol burning through her system didn't hurt either. "So, been at this place long?"
"Almost since the beginning," Warren said easily after starting on his new drink. "Not a whole lot of places for a dude with wings to hang out, if you know what I mean. But it's pretty cool so far. What do you think?"
"It's cool digs," Wynonna agreed with a nod. The Homestead was no mansion. "Not sure what'll happen when the whole 'school' thing comes into play, but so far so good."
"As far as schools go it's not bad so far," Warren admitted. "Not super academically taxing. And I'm no genius. I mean, we have a few of those, but not me."
"Me neither. Genius genes went elsewhere in the family," Wynonna agreed, gesturing up and down. So what if she was also showing off her hot bod. Nothing wrong with that.
Warren was appreciative, naturally, his gaze following her hands and lingering here and there. He grinned. "Who needs it when we're this pretty right?"
"I like the way you think," Wynonna said, throwing an exaggerated wink in his direction. A little harmless flirting never hurt anybody.
He laughed and winked right back, wings ruffling a little. "You're gonna fit in great. Who's your roommate?"
"Jubilee. What about you? Hiding another angel in your room?"
"You know, weirdly, they wouldn't let me room with Shen." Warren couldn't stop smiling. This girl, he was gonna have fun with. "Scott Summers. He's around somewhere. Red shades even at night. Looks like he's plotting world domination. He's not, though. Probably. Nice guy--don't let him tell you otherwise."
Huh, so there was another angel? Named Shen, apparently. Wynonna would have to keep that in mind. Shaking her head to clear her, admittedly, more chaotic and nonsensical thoughts, Wynonna changed gears. He was a good looking guy, literal angel, and someone wasn't tapping that tonight? Unlikely. "Gotta admit wings, I'm a little surprised to see you by yourself right now. No nest to keep you warm tonight?"
Oh god. He liked this girl. He really, really liked her. Warren laughed out loud and managed not to spray his drink everywhere by swallowing first. Good timing. "My nest looks pretty full, I'll have you know." He flicked his gaze toward Jean-Paul and couldn't help smirking. Finest dude in the school, for sure. "And hot.
"What about you? You don't seem like you'd be lonely for long, if you didn't wanna be."
Wynonna followed his glance to a hot guy across the room. She had to admire his taste. "Still getting a feel for the place. I don't usually have the greatest judgement--I'd probably manage to screw the worst person here." Better to bide her time and possibly not become the school outcast.
It was a novel concept for Wynonna, to be sure. And patience was never her strong suit.
She gave herself a month before she fucked something up.
Warren only just bit down on a comment about how as long as she didn't fuck Inu-Yasha she was probably safe. Only just. "Well, as someone who is not the worst person here, if you need anyone vetted, I can help. Just point them out and I'll let you know if they're the worst.
"Though it's good you know your weaknesses. I need to get better at that. My dick tends to get me in trouble." And... he'd just said that to someone he barely knew. In his defense, their conversation so far led him to believe she'd take it in the spirit it was meant.
Snorting in an entirely unlady-like fashion, Wynonna responded, "Dicks do tend to lead to trouble. I'd imagine double the dick double the trouble, but also double the fun?" Dude, okay, maybe she should slow down. Wynonna was never one to shy away from sexuality, but she was pretty sure she just said dick like five thousand times, which seemed a bit much, even for her.
Warren was delighted, however. Grinning, he pointed out, "That is a lot of dick. But in my experience so far, that theory holds true."
"So like, why aren't you getting all up on that right now? I mean, drinking with me is a special kind of privilege, but I'm pretty sure I'd ditch me to tap that," Wynonna joked, gesturing around with her drink and only kind of sloshing it.
"Since I had some kind of hand in making this party happen--and all the hands in making the liquor happen--I feel like I'm supposed to guarantee people have what they need and are enjoying themselves." Warren grinned. "And then, you know. After the party, I get what I need and enjoy myself... even more than I am now.
"I mean, you're not 'making out with JP'. But you're cool." He winked.
"Good to know who runs the booze cruise here," Wynonna responded with a grin of her own. Hey, if this guy wanted to hang out with her rather than getting some, that was up to him.
"Feel free to come to me if you run dry," he said with a chuckle. It had never been a problem for him. And was never likely to be. Unless he was disowned. Which... probably wouldn't happen. Maybe.
"I will probably, definitely, take you up on that offer," Wynonna promised with a wink. Who was she to turn down free booze?
"What's the point of having rich friends if you can't get drunk whenever you want, right?"
Warren frowned into the drinks cooler. He wanted a Jameson and ginger, but... he'd been doing vodka all night, and that was a bad switch to make at this point. He'd probably be slightly hungover anyhow, tomorrow--he was so out of practice--but why make it worse? His wings rustled with annoyance then tucked up tight again, and he stared into the depths, wondering.
Moving (okay, stumbling) near the dude in front of the cooler, Wynonna spotted a bottle of Jameson and may have let out a squeal of glee. Whiskey! Damn the universe loved her. She went to get it and realized the...shit--WINGS? Wings were in her way??? "Listen buddy, those wings are blocking my whiskey."
Warren reached into the cooler and grabbed a Jameson and ginger, then held it out to her before even looking. "Hey, my wings are worth it." Only then did he straighten up and see--oh. Hot girl he didn't know, but had seen in class. "Oh. Hey. I'm Warren, and this is your whiskey."
"Hello whiskey," Wynonna said, grabbing it from his hand without even dropping it. And then--holy smokes, those wings were attached to a very nice looking dude, beer goggles or not. "And helloooo Warren. I'm Wynonna. W's for the win."
Distracted by the pretty girl, Warren just grabbed for the juice and cracked it open. His other hand, he held out for a fist bump. "Team W knows how to party, clearly. Where you from, Wynonna?" Cute name, too.
"Hell hole named Purgatory." Wynonna took a sip of her favorite James(on) before adding. "Pun intended." Who knew this school could come with so many fringe benefits? Good booze, cute people, parties--she could almost even forgive the whole 'school' part.
"Purgatory," Warren repeated, eyebrows high. "I can't decide if you're referring to New York City or an actual place on the map called that."
"I wish I was referring to New York City," Wynonna responded earnestly, taking another good sized gulp of her drink. Bless those who created whiskey. Angels, all of them. Hehe, Angels. Like this dude with wings. "Unfortunately I'm talking about an actual town that was bright enough to name itself Purgatory out west. And you, wing-boy?"
Warren laughed out loud after he swallowed a gulp of screwdriver. "That false purgatory itself, the island of Manhattan. You been yet?"
"Can't say I have," Wynonna admitted. She wouldn't necessarily be opposed if this guy offered to give her a personal tour. "Only things I know about Manhattan are the drink and that movie with JLo."
"I do not know the movie," he admitted, though he was pretty sure it had to do with maids? "but the drink is first rate. Bourbon fan?"
"I'm generally a fan of all things alcoholic and delicious," she nodded.
"Then you really need to see New York. We do both of those things well--especially together." Warren chuckled, thinking of his last dinner at the Hellfire Club. So much champagne... "I make a mean manhattan. With rye. Someday when we're not trying to act like we're drinking juice, remind me to show you."
"I'm gonna take you up on that W-squared," Wynonna warned him, pointing her finger at his chest. She wasn't going to be one to turn down a good time. The alcohol burning through her system didn't hurt either. "So, been at this place long?"
"Almost since the beginning," Warren said easily after starting on his new drink. "Not a whole lot of places for a dude with wings to hang out, if you know what I mean. But it's pretty cool so far. What do you think?"
"It's cool digs," Wynonna agreed with a nod. The Homestead was no mansion. "Not sure what'll happen when the whole 'school' thing comes into play, but so far so good."
"As far as schools go it's not bad so far," Warren admitted. "Not super academically taxing. And I'm no genius. I mean, we have a few of those, but not me."
"Me neither. Genius genes went elsewhere in the family," Wynonna agreed, gesturing up and down. So what if she was also showing off her hot bod. Nothing wrong with that.
Warren was appreciative, naturally, his gaze following her hands and lingering here and there. He grinned. "Who needs it when we're this pretty right?"
"I like the way you think," Wynonna said, throwing an exaggerated wink in his direction. A little harmless flirting never hurt anybody.
He laughed and winked right back, wings ruffling a little. "You're gonna fit in great. Who's your roommate?"
"Jubilee. What about you? Hiding another angel in your room?"
"You know, weirdly, they wouldn't let me room with Shen." Warren couldn't stop smiling. This girl, he was gonna have fun with. "Scott Summers. He's around somewhere. Red shades even at night. Looks like he's plotting world domination. He's not, though. Probably. Nice guy--don't let him tell you otherwise."
Huh, so there was another angel? Named Shen, apparently. Wynonna would have to keep that in mind. Shaking her head to clear her, admittedly, more chaotic and nonsensical thoughts, Wynonna changed gears. He was a good looking guy, literal angel, and someone wasn't tapping that tonight? Unlikely. "Gotta admit wings, I'm a little surprised to see you by yourself right now. No nest to keep you warm tonight?"
Oh god. He liked this girl. He really, really liked her. Warren laughed out loud and managed not to spray his drink everywhere by swallowing first. Good timing. "My nest looks pretty full, I'll have you know." He flicked his gaze toward Jean-Paul and couldn't help smirking. Finest dude in the school, for sure. "And hot.
"What about you? You don't seem like you'd be lonely for long, if you didn't wanna be."
Wynonna followed his glance to a hot guy across the room. She had to admire his taste. "Still getting a feel for the place. I don't usually have the greatest judgement--I'd probably manage to screw the worst person here." Better to bide her time and possibly not become the school outcast.
It was a novel concept for Wynonna, to be sure. And patience was never her strong suit.
She gave herself a month before she fucked something up.
Warren only just bit down on a comment about how as long as she didn't fuck Inu-Yasha she was probably safe. Only just. "Well, as someone who is not the worst person here, if you need anyone vetted, I can help. Just point them out and I'll let you know if they're the worst.
"Though it's good you know your weaknesses. I need to get better at that. My dick tends to get me in trouble." And... he'd just said that to someone he barely knew. In his defense, their conversation so far led him to believe she'd take it in the spirit it was meant.
Snorting in an entirely unlady-like fashion, Wynonna responded, "Dicks do tend to lead to trouble. I'd imagine double the dick double the trouble, but also double the fun?" Dude, okay, maybe she should slow down. Wynonna was never one to shy away from sexuality, but she was pretty sure she just said dick like five thousand times, which seemed a bit much, even for her.
Warren was delighted, however. Grinning, he pointed out, "That is a lot of dick. But in my experience so far, that theory holds true."
"So like, why aren't you getting all up on that right now? I mean, drinking with me is a special kind of privilege, but I'm pretty sure I'd ditch me to tap that," Wynonna joked, gesturing around with her drink and only kind of sloshing it.
"Since I had some kind of hand in making this party happen--and all the hands in making the liquor happen--I feel like I'm supposed to guarantee people have what they need and are enjoying themselves." Warren grinned. "And then, you know. After the party, I get what I need and enjoy myself... even more than I am now.
"I mean, you're not 'making out with JP'. But you're cool." He winked.
"Good to know who runs the booze cruise here," Wynonna responded with a grin of her own. Hey, if this guy wanted to hang out with her rather than getting some, that was up to him.
"Feel free to come to me if you run dry," he said with a chuckle. It had never been a problem for him. And was never likely to be. Unless he was disowned. Which... probably wouldn't happen. Maybe.
"I will probably, definitely, take you up on that offer," Wynonna promised with a wink. Who was she to turn down free booze?
"What's the point of having rich friends if you can't get drunk whenever you want, right?"
