1963-06-11 - Date Night
Summary: Warren, Jean, and Bobby plan for a fancy night on the town.
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warren bobby jean 


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One would think Warren would have better things to do on a Saturday in the summer time than stand around and read. Lo and behold, though, there he is. There is something markedly different about Warren from the last time Jean saw him. The young man is currently wearing a pair of flared blue jeans and his old, grey college fitness t-shirt with a Columbia Business School crest emblazoned on the front. What's different is that the shirt has been modified so that his large, dove-white wings can comfortably stick through slits that have been hemmed into the back of the shirt.

The book he's chosen to peruse is one on NYC zoning laws, of all things. Although he isn't flipping through the pages with a great deal of interest, he does thumb through them as if looking for something specific.

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It's easy to say that Jean looks different as well. For one, she probably wouldn't gawk at Warren as she had yesterday, and two, a lot noticably calmer than she normally is. Books seemed like the mecca of peace, even though often times they depict war, sadness and death. The library was one of her favorite places within the Institute, and aside from attending classes during the summer with the younger ones, she comes here to catch up on all things missed. Or.. to use her imagination, put herself in the narrators shoes depending on the style written, pretend that she was someone else in the fantastical world..

So her wandering inside at that moment isn't odd. But she does stop at the entryway, watching Warren for a quiet moment, then clears her throat as she finally presses forward. "Excuse me, Sir. I'll only be a moment." She slides into the room, her fingers clutching the necklace that was gifted to her, head down and trying her hardest to not stare at his wings.

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Not that the gawking or staring is unwelcome. Warren is rather new to…being himself, as it were. The tall young man doesn't react to Jean's presence right away, though his keen ears immediately perk up at her walking into the library. It's only when she speaks up that he turns his attention to the redhead and offers a warm smile in her direction. "Warren," he corrects with a raised brow. The wings don't move for the time being, kept folded to his back. He does glance at the necklace she toys with as well, though no comment is given on it. "Take as much time as you need. I'm really just loitering." There isn't a wink this time at least, but zoning law certainly seems less interesting now, evidently.

*

"Oh. Warren." Jean says aloud, stopping in her place. Her brows lower considerably, a look of concentration upon her face as she tries to figure out -what- to say. Which.. is usually hard for the young redhead. "Ah.. Oh right. I'm Jean." Her hands soon drop to her side as she approaches a tall bookcase, her fingers gripping the railing of the sliding ladder for the moment as she tries to squint at the top most book to see if it would be something to strike her fancy.

"So.." She remarks, clearing the air of silence to prepare it for the racket of the ladder being moved. "I take it you're going to be staying?" She asks, finally sliding the ladder a little to the left, her foot pressed upon the bottom step as she slowly begins to climb. "A teacher or something?"

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The library is certainly big enough, but Warren opts to not show off his nifty flying ability indoors. Many loose papers in the library likely thank him for this decision. Instead, Warren slides the book he was looking at back into place and turns to face her while she holds on to the ladder. For the moment, he gives her quiet consideration, going as far as to squint his own keen blue eyes in her direction. With a confident, graceful step, he moves a touch closer. "Jean," he says, inclining his head in a nod to her.

At the question of whether or not he'll be staying, Warren again nods to her. "Well, as much as I can," he says. "I do have a company to run. I suppose I could help teach an economics class or something?" Warren's bright, dimpled smile lights up his expression again. "Probably a teacher or something. I think I've grown out of my student years."

*

Passing by the library door, Bobby pauses then takes a couple steps back to glance in as he notices there's people. He's wearing a swimsuit and white tee shirt with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. Taking a drag, he takes it in a hand and blows a cloud of smoke up to the ceiling as he walks in. "Heya Jean. Looking good Warren!" Replaying that in his head, he hastens to add "Umm, how you're dressed I mean. You know, comfortable. And at ease." Pause. "Sleep well?"

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"Hmm?" Oh, he was just saying her name. With an embarrased look, she continues to focus on climbing the ladder, taking one deliberate step at a time. She stops in the middle of the bookcase, her fingers picking and touching at a book, pulling it back and pushing it back in as she leans a little to the side to try for another. With a draw back, she uses her weight to try to slide the ladder to the left, only making an inch in progress.

"You run your own company? What do you do? I mean.. what is it for?"

Bobby's entrance causes Jean to look over towards the door with a slight lean that has her taking a hand from the handle she holds, jittering slightly and immediately reclapsing. She was holding her breath throughout, the near 'hang' having her rattled just enough to mind herself and her safety. "Morning Robert!" Awkwaardd.. why is this awkward?

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At the appearance of Bobby, Warren turns his head to the younger guy and smiles just as charmingly in his direction. That's just Warren for you, apparently. "Hey, thanks. Let me know if you ever need a suit or something, though. I have a guy I go to. Swear to God, best tailor in New York." Giving him a thumbs-up then, he turns that smile once more to beam to Jean. "Avionics, mostly…and probably ironically. I'm the CEO and primary shareholder of Worthington Industries." Name drop much? It doesn't really sound like bragging at any rate, though he is a bit amused and maybe a touch relieved that some of the people in here at least don't read Forbes or Fortune 500. "Mostly things like radar, altimeters, spedometers…and so on.

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"Call me Bobby." He tells Jean with a smile. His mother calls him Robert when he's in trouble. "You okay up there?" He steps a little closer to Jean's ladder just to be on the safe side. "Oh, sure. I'll do that." he tells Warren. "I've never needed a suit though." And then he laughs. "You work with planes and stuff? That's funny. I should go into refrigeration.

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The exchange in between the two men has Jean grinning for reasons unknown. Her eyes darting from one to the next, her smile fading just a touch as she reaches out to grasp a book which was tucked beneath her arm. "I.. do not know what.." Then Bobby clarifies. Oh! Airplanes. And he has wings. She finally gets Bobby's joke. "I should be a psychologist." Jean murmurs quietly, then turns to nod down towards Bobby. "Yes. I just wanted to take a few books to the guest room while mine is being fixed."

She doesn't climb down, but she does climb a little higher with one hand, her eyes squinting as she confidently leans while Bobby keeps spot to make sure she doesn't fall. "Does your person do womens suits? I would like a nice pretty suit. I.. actually think I should go home to see if any of my clothing re.. no. That's a horrible idea." There was a quiet moment afterwards.. "What if we all get dressed up and attend dinner in the town?"

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"Everybody should have at least one," Warren says with a lopsided smile to Bobby then. "Never know when you might have to go to court." There's a shrug then as he looks down at his own rather casual attire. "Or whatever. You know what I mean. Come by sometime and I'll get you covered over there." The smile is ever present and once more given to Jean. "Well, my guy only does Italian suits, but I know other folks. There are perks to being one of the richest guys in New York." There is a roll of his eyes then. Sure, he owns it, but not without at least a little bit of self-deprication. "We can all pile into the Maserati, but someone'll have to sit in the middle and sort of…out of the way of the gear shift."

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"One of us can go and get your stuff." Bobby tells Jean. "It wouldn't be the first time." Lots of mutants get kicked out or run away and can't go back themselves or just don't want to. He considers Jean's suggestion, flicking a quick glance toward Warren. "Umm, just how dressed up? I don't have a suit." Does his jacket even fit any more? Probably not; he's grown since he was sixteen. Then he's blinking at Warren. "You are? One of the richest guys in New York?" Nope, not a reader of Forbes. "We could take one of the school's cars. They're bigger."

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"That is such a grim outlook.." Jean remarks, breaking out into a bit of a laugh which causes her arm to shift and the book beneath her arm to topple to the ground. Ah well, she meant to do that. Warren's remark about him being rich -does- make her want to read Forbes, and.. really not minding seeing how the 1% happen to live. "Is it a fun thing? Being rich?" She asks honestly. It would seem like fun. If she had the money she'd lobotomize herself a long time ago..

Which was horrible to think about..

Another book was grabbed and soon, she was carefully helping herself down the ladder, reaching the last two steps with a light hop away. "How dressed up? Like.. Warren dressed up! Italian suits, and I can wear a big floppy and glamorous dress and.." Wishes were like rainbows and unicorns.. right? "But.. I don't mind going home again. I miss them anyways." Hearing that the school had their own cars? She.. was intrigued, and already thinking naughty thoughts.

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"It's a lot of work," Warren says, wincing just a little at Jean. "And more work running a company that's socially conscious /while/ remaining profitable. I have to make compromises I never thought I'd have to make." There's a somewhat sadder smile before he gives a quick shrug of his shoulders. "But we're going to have some fun, right? I'll make a couple of calls and get you both set up with something nice to wear…if you really want. I don't mind going out like this." There's a pause then and a glance back towards his wings. "Well, plus a jacket. But if you guys want to see my penthouse or whatever…we can do that?"

He is one of the richest one-percent, indeed. As guilty as he might feel sometimes, he does have a responsibility to his legacy. To Bobby, he raises his brows and gives him an expectant look. "What do you think? Want to get something tailored?" It does lead him to pondering the cars, though. Used to driving his high-performance sports cars, he's not so sure about cars belonging to a school. "Sure. Bigger care works." This is finally settled on.

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Bobby looks from Jean to Warren. He reaches up to run his fingers through his hair as he considers going out. But Warren ups the stakes with his offer. "Aren't tailored Italian suits kinda expensive? As in, way beyond the amount of money I've ever had in my life?" Though seeing the penthouse is definitely something he'd be up for.

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Jean can detect that little hint of sadness, but she doesn't ask about it. Instead, her eyes are darting in between the two men again, pretty much hoping that it's all agreeable. There was Warren, who was all for it, and Jean.. but what would it be without Bobby? And since he was practically training her, she naturally defered to him to make the big decisions.

"We can take one of the coins that Namor left and cash it!" Jean says cheerily, even considering trading in her necklace for a night of happiness. "Can we go? I mean.. if he's offering. Plus, I think I have something nice at home that belonged to my mom to grab to lessen the cost.." She looks to both of them then, eager. "Come on.. it's gonna be swell.. say yes Bobby!"

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"Oh, I've got it," Warren says with a shake of his head and a light furrowing of his brows. He waves towards the treasure. "That stuff is essentially worthless until an appraiser comes in here and goes through it. Might be able to buy a street dog or ten with it, but that's about it." There is a dismissive wave towards the pirate treasure. "Cash or card. That's what they want." Warren starts towards the entrance of the library once again, already set on the hunt for his sports bag and the harness he has stashed away in it.

"Meet me out front? I have to put my face on, unfortunately. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world." Warren then disappears for the upstairs where his room is currently still mostly empty.

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Bobby shakes his head at Jean. "That belongs to the school." Granted, Xavier has never been stingy and pays for most stuff but still. Expensive clothes for a night out are a bit outside the norm. Then he blinks. "You don't need my permission, Jean." Looking from her to Warren, he watches the man head out. "Sure, why not. I'll go put pants on." And socks and sneakers and…

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