tampered | Dating for Mutants

When; Tuesday Night
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Brennan Mulwray (

theshockvalue) and Rachel Grey (

starchilde_lost)
Summary; A first date and probably awkwardness.
Log;

She wished Kitty were still in the City, of all her friends, she knew Kitty would be able to give her tips on dating, after all, she'd actually done it. Rachel? Not so much. And yet something had still possessed her to call Brennan and ask him out. On a date. With her.

Somewhere, her friends were laughing at her.

Rachel couldn't even explain why she liked Brennan, except that he was a nice guy, loyal to his friends and she'd enjoyed talking to him when he came by the Lux for a drink. And... he was handsome, very handsome. She hadn't felt like this... since she was a kid, really. It was scary. But there it was.

So now here she was, a nice black skirt, green top and a coat, waiting out by the fountain for a guy she wasn't even sure liked her.

Well, he had to like her a little, he'd said "yes", right?

Right.

Nervously running her fingers through her hair, she looked around, waiting for him to meet her.

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When Shalimar had asked what he'd say when she'd asked if he'd go with with Rachel, he hadn't been sure what to say. She was pretty, funny, caring, stalwart, and all that other stuff that was really noble. It was definitely a bonus that she looked damned good in that skirt. He slowed his pace as he approached the fountain to take her in. Damn.

He was clad in a pair of black slacks and a deep purple button down untucked under a black blazer. He'd cleaned up his facial hair a bit, and styled his hair in a way that looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. He let his eyes flow over her again as he got within normal speaking range. "Rachel," he said with a smile. "You look amazing."

She smiled, shoving her nervousness under a veneer of confidence. She could so this, it was just a date.

With a really hot guy - wow, did he clean up well. She let out a low whistle. "Look who's talking there, mister. Not too shabby, not too shabby at all."

He ran a hand down the lapel of the jacket and smirked. "I try, ma'am." He smiled and offered her an arm.

"So, where's this awesome Greek place?"

She took the arm, and pointed toward what she generally referred to as north. "That way, just a couple of blocks."

As they began walking, she looked over at Brennan. "Although I do have to say, you wore Gambit's uniform pretty well, too, the other day."

He raised an eyebrow. "That was Gambit's?" He laughed. "Cute, City, real cute." So, who did Shal's belong to?"

Rachel laughed, "Hers belonged to a friend, Betsy Braddock. She went by Psylocke. She started wearing that one during her ninja assassian days."

He chuckled. "Aren't all ninjas assassins?"

"Not necessarily, Kitty-" Rachel swallowed hard, thinking about Kitty was hard. "Kitty is a trained ninja, but not an assassian. The definition's evolved a bit in my dimension."

He looked immediately apologetic. "I'm sorry, Rachel, I didn't mean to...well, you know."

Rachel shook her head, "No, it's... I have to get used to it, right? She's gone. She might not come back to the City." She didn't add that she'd never see her friend again if she didn't, it wasn't something Rachel wanted to dwell on, ever if she could help it.

"I can deal. It's okay."

"Well, you know what they say," He said, giving her arm a little squeeze. "When life give you lemons, you get pissed they weren't organically grown."

She laughed softly and squeezed back. "That's, actually, a new one on me."

"So," a mischievous glint entered her eye, "you had the costume, did you go play superhero?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I uh, saved a kitten stuck up a power pole." Smiling, he held up his free hand. "I'm a lot more than just electric...okay, that's actually all I am, but I can do some pretty cool things with it."

"Oh really?" Rachel arched an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. "Like what?"

He smiled and wrapped his arm firmly around Rachel's waste. "Hang on." With his free hand, he summoned up a EMP capable of protelling them the next block and did just so, thrusting them into the air and landing a block down, then he eased Rachel back to the ground also. "See?"

She wasn't exactly expecting to go through the air, but after a slight yelp she holds on tight and manages to land without stumbling in her heels too badly.

"Show-off."

He laughed as he helped her steady herself. "Yeah? Guess you're not the only one."

"'Least you didn't overshoot the restaurant."

Rachel motioned to a door a little ways down the block, settling her skirt.

"Must be a useful trick, though."

He nodded and started off toward the restaurant. "It is, but, then again, you can fly."

"Which stands to reason I can also crash. Not that I do that... often."

Rachel smiled back at him as she led the way to the door. She'd only ever been here for lunch, and she was pleased to see that the atmosphere was slightly different for dinner. Through the window she could see some candles set on the tables and different tablecloths.

Brennan took in the scene as the entered the place and smiled. It was quiet, filled with gentle, lilting music and candlelight. It was down-right romantic. They were greeted by a hostess who smiled gently to them. Brennan told her it was just the two of them, and they were led to a table. Once they were seated, she asked them what she could get them to drink, then informed them their server would be with them in a moment.

Once she was gone, Brennan turned his attention back to Rachel. "So, you do crash?"

There's a slight shrug. "Sometimes. If I'm in the air and something knocks me or my powers out. If I come to soon enough, I can catch myself, or we have other fliers and teleporters on the team that can grab me if need be."

A wistful expression crosses Rachel's face at the memories. "That's why it was good to be on teams. People watch your back."

"Ouch," He nodded at her story. "I get teams. Hell, they're starting to let me lead mine." His voice sounded proud of that fact, but his expression said something else. Disappointment?

"You don't look like you're thrilled with that."

She didn't want to pry, but she was curious. She'd been around natural leaders her entire life, her father, her uncle, the Professor, Reed Richards, the list went on. She could see some of those qualities in Brennan, but wondered if he just couldn't see them in himself, or if there was something else.

He shook his head. "No, it's not that. I've always been comfortable leading I just...I've made some back calls recently."

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