1964-02-10 - Date Night
Summary: Lorna goes out on a date with Julain.
Related: Lorna things
Theme Song: None
lorna julian 


At the appointed time, Julian rolls up where Lorna wanted to meet; most likely this wasn't the front of her house, where a million questions might be asked. He's driving a crimson jaguar, the top currently up in the chill weather. Bringing it to idle at the side of the street, he waits for some sign of the brown-haired girl, so he can slip out and rush around in order to open the passenger side door. Perhaps not as classy as a limousine, but at least it has a bit more of a personal and low-key touch, all things considered…

*

Julian would be picking up the young mutant outside her dorm building. Home wasn't a concept that was exactly found in any one place. Weekends had her at the Xavier Institute with her father. School days the Frost Institute. Then there was, of course, the Sanctum of Doctor Strange. Where she had been in hiding for the past few weeks.

When Julian pulls up, he finds the young woman in a pleated a-line skirt of a cheery purple dotted with various flowers of different shades of pink. A button up pink blouse, and a pair of black mary-janes. Of course, all of this was hidden beneath a wool coat, and checkered scarf.

Her hair was curled, however, very neatly. A green headband with a bow pushed her hair back from her face. She grinned as he rushed around and opened the door. "Thank you, Julian." She offered, as she slipped into the vehicle.

*

"Nice coat!" Julian offers, settling the door shut and walking back around the vehicle. A skirt isn't all that exciting; someone NOT wearing one would stand out as much more peculiar, really. Easing into the driver's seat, the door is closed before he rubs at his face a bit. "Kind of a weird day on my end, sorry. Lost a friend." Fingers drum on the wheel before he focuses, easing into the gas and thrumming down the street. "What about you? Did you tattle to anyone you were going on yet another date? Popular girl like you, this must not be nearly the first!"

*

Lorna glanced around in car while he walked around the car and started up the engine. She smiled, again, reflexively. "My father has a jaguar." She mumbled, running her hand over the passenger seat's door frame. "They're lovely cars. The alloys that they're made up of just sing.." She sighed once, and glanced back to him.

Concern flickering to life over her expression. "You lost a friend? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you sure you still want to go on this date? It's so okay if you don't want to."

A flush sprung to life as he mentioned their date, and questioned her on how popular she was. "Actually.. n-no.. It's.. it's my first date since coming to New York. And … well, I never went on many in high school. Just one or two actually.." She glanced down at her lap.

"Not exactly easy to get a date in a small town."

*

"They're not like, dead or nothing! They just suddenly decided they didn't like me. That happens… more often than you'd think." A low sigh leaves Julian at that, gripping the steering wheel tighter for a few moments. He's an aggressive driver, but reeling it in somewhat for Lorna's sake. "A couple dates, huh? Just the one? Why'd they end…?"

*

A blink, and Lorna exhaled a breath. "Oh. Oh. Okay. I.. er.. still, sorry about that. That's still not so good." She bit her lower lip, shifting in her seat.

"So where are we going?" Her brows lifted, head tilting to the side as she glanced out the window at the streets they drove through. Her hand reaching up to press against the side of the car door. She seemed to constantly be doing that, not out of any concern about his driving, but just wanting to be in contact with it.

"Well.. I mean, small town. Everyone there knew something was wrong.. off about me. I mean, when I was little, I was home schooled. My mom didn't want me getting teased with my green hair.. She used to make me dye it all the time. But it always washed out. I didn't go to school till High School.. So I was just.. I wasn't exactly welcomed.."

*

Doesn't seem that Julian's interested in that particular topic any longer from his sour expression. "To a nice restaurant. I figured you'd enjoy something classical." He listens along, nodding slightly. "Huh. Yeah, that sucks. I went to private schools my whole life. Very particular cultures there. I got used to the games, but I wouldn't wish those social dynamics on a newbie. Good thing you didn't let those dates go anywhere, most guys go after the outlier girls for a reason in those cases, y'know?" The vehicle pulls into a small parking lot, settling into a place with a last thrum of engine before he slips out. Moving around to again pull open the door for Lorna. His own dress is a fine sort of tres chic blazer and dress pants with crimson undershirt, with a longer black trench coat over it. They are assuredly at one of the nicer places in town… dinner probably runs three digits per person!

*

Lorna grinned as he mentioned a restaurant. "Oh good, I'm starving!"

Then he was mentioning the few dates she'd been on and she grimaced. "I wasn't that interested in them. Like I said.. it was only once or twice. They just wanted someone to go to prom with and everyone else was taken.." She shrugged, her expression crumbling slightly.

But then as they pulled up to the restaurant in question and Julian got out, her mouth fell open as she gaped.

"Oh my gosh, Julian! This.. wow. Are you sure?"

*

"Sorry… didn't mean to poke at something tender." Julian mutters, but is quick to distract Lorna with the restaurant proper. "Naw, it's fine. Price isn't a problem with me…" The door is opened by an outside attendant, and he heads up to the seating dais. "Two for Julian Keller." After a brief check, "Right this way." The place is relatively full. Not a 'impossible without reservations' deal, but the good seating is definitely another factor. A nice table beside a tall ornate window appears to be where they will sit. Julian pulls out Lorna's chair before thumping down opposite. He orders a bucket of champagne, and goes over the menu. Very small; only a half dozen selections, but all amazingly high tier. Hopefully she doesn't focus on the prices. "So. A date… a date… that means we get to know each other, right? Anything I should know about?"

*

Lorna was so utterly distracted by the grandeur of the restaurant. Finer than anything she'd been to in her life. She gaped, she trailed close to Julian and stared at everything. So the menu was only minutely glanced at, and it took her a minute to process that he'd ordered drinks. "Oh! I-I'm not allowed to have anything with alcohol in it. I mean. I'm sure it's fine, but with what I can do.. My older sister doesn't think it's wise. I mean, I don't drink anyways.." She blushed.

"So just water for me is fine." She patted the menu and finally opened up, glancing at the options, and her eyes rounded at the prices she found there.

She bit her lower lip, quickly closing the menu and setting it on the table before her. "Uhm.. er.. I worked as a waitress this past summer. I.. uhm.." She stammered.

*

"I'm still getting the wine." Julian offers, matter of factly. "You need to stop worrying about what everyone else says and instead focus on what you want… that's what caused me and my friend to split." Another grunting sigh. Need to stop bringing that up. What's done is done, after all. And it wasn't even on his end, for once. Setting his menu down as well, intense eyes settle on Lorna, listening closely. "Uh huh?" he offers, obviously thinking that she's got a little more going on than that! "Your father doesn't seem to be the 'not well off' type. Why haven't you ever lived the high life before?"

*

A flush crossed her cheeks. "I honestly don't even know what my birth-father does for a living. He lives in Westchester at the Xavier Institute, which yeah, I guess it's a mansion and all. But I just.. I dunno what he does. And I only discovered him as a relation gosh.. six months ago? Maybe?" Her brows furrowed.

"My mom and dad are just middle class, I guess, we were comfortable but.. I mean, nothing like all of this. My uncle owns a car-shop Up-state. Which is the only reason I have a car. I helped him refurbish it over a summer for my sixteenth birthday." A wince and she glanced down at the menu, tapping her nails against the clear plastic that encased it.

"And I mean, I've been in pretty fancy places I guess.. but not really? I don't know." She chewed her lower lip. Being in a palace in an otherwise unknown Kingdom didn't particularly count. Did it?

*

"Oh… I see. So you got raised by a pretty average family. At least they loved you for what you are… I hope. I don't like that we have to hide ourselves the way we do, but… time will see to that." A cart is rolled over, with a full bottle of wine settled in a bucket of ice. It's de-corked and two glasses of shimmering white wine given to either side. Julian offers his thanks and takes a sip. "At least try it." he offers. "A little sip." It's very fruity with a strong bubbly essence, and goes down very sweet. He got it for Lorna, so she better take a sample! "Well. Do you even WANT a date…? Or is this just, like. A curiosity? I mean, I'm a big flirt, but I'm fine just being friends. Heck, you probably don't WANT to date me, to be honest…!"

*

A glanced was spared at the wine glass, and Lorna bit her lower lip, her eyebrows climbing. "I don't like most drinks.." She mumbled, and reached for the wine glass. She sipped at it meekly, and then wrinkled her nose.

"It's not.. bad I guess.. I just.. I dunno. I don't like the flavor of most things.." She shrugged, pressing a hand to her cheek as she cast a glance toward Julian.

At his questions about the date, she flushed. "I.. er.. I dunno? I mean.. if I didn't want to come.. I wouldn't have come?" Her eyebrows pinched and she bit her lower lip again. Her cheeks turning a dusky pink.

"I just met you Julian.." She offered with a nervous, sheepish laugh.

*

"…really." Julian states, when Lorna is lukewarm on the wine. There's 350 bucks down the drain! Well, he starts heavily drinking his. Not going to let all of it go to waste, anyway. After emptying the glass, he sets it aside with a sigh. "Well, you seem all… uncomfortable! You know what dating MEANS, right?" He leans close to whisper. "If we really, REALLY get along, we might have to /kiss./ And maybe even MORE."

*

Lorna turned pink again, "What? Kiss on the first date? Really?" Her expression looked dubious, "Wait, really?" She squeaked, and glanced down at the menu still untouched on the table.

"I.. uh.. er.. I dunno..?" She mumbled, biting her lower lip. Then she reached for her water, and sipped at that rather than the wine. Whether or not she really liked it? Still up in the air.

"I'm.. I'm just nervous. Sorry.. I'm.. ah.. I dunno. I don't.. Like I said, I've only been on one or two of these.. And those were to prom. Mostly awkward."

*

"I never said the first date!" Julian states with a laugh, leaning back and wiping his knuckle beneath his eye. "Although the way you are reacting, maybe I shoulda made it sound like that's normal. Naw. I've had enough of one date girls, honestly. I got that outta my system. I consider mutants like… higher class, you know?" He pours himself another glass of wine. Hopefully he doesn't go TOO crazy on it. "Let me know if things get awkward… although maybe they already are…"

*

Lorna sat awkwardly for a long moment as he laughed, though by the end of his comments, she was smiling at least. "Oh. Okay. Sorry." She sheepishly pushed her hair back, tossing it over a shoulder.

"Also it likely helps that having powers and what not.. I mean, for like tempering behavior. Don't want to upset someone that can hurl a car at you, right?" She grinned, and glanced back down to the menu. "At least I mean.. my mutation is pretty invisible…" Her voice lowering.

*

"I could catch a car if you threw it at me." Julian challenges, seriously. "…although mine isn't subtle at all." His eyes shimmer green, and he flicks his finger. Lorna's fork is snapped by a telekinetic burst, but rather more firmly than he intended towards her chest. "Shit…!! S-sorry." Nobody saw, luckily, but in the best of situations you shouldn't throw cutlery at people. "But yeah. Relax. I need a good relaxing… my life's been nothing but stress lately…" A slow sigh, finishing his second glass of wine.

*

A giggle followed his challenge, but as the fork flew up at her, she jerked in surprise. As she peeled back the fork, casting a glance around the restaurant and back. Her lips twisted into a grimace as she put the fork back, shooting him a dry look from across the table. "And you're going to try to go to school full time to relax?" Her brows shot upwards as she rubbed her chest where the fork had launched itself.

"You've got a funny way of relaxing Julian."

*

"I don't WANT to go to school." Julian murmurs quietly across the table. "My parents are making me. They consider my gift a PROBLEM. I need to get 'control of it'." He makes fingerquotes around this. "I'm not doing any academic work, and I'm not going to. I'm just there for the…" He gestures in the air. "Private lessons. Yeah?"

*

A blink, and then another. "But Julain! An education is something.. something that you could use! You could study up on things connected to your powers. Learn more about how they work or why. You could get into all kinds of things that way. You shouldn't squander what Miss Frost has at the Insitute." Her eyebrows furrowed, and she bit back a frown.

"I'm sure you could do amazing things that way.."

*

"I'm a billionaire, Lorna! I don't /need/ to do anything. Not in the human world. I'm not that smart. My looks won't get me anywhere important." He rattles his knuckles on the table with a grunt. "But… yeah. I wanna learn about powers. And… mutant politics. And all that. I'm just not… in those classes." From the sound of it, he could be, however. Then the waiter comes over to order; Julian gets the steak, rare.

*

Lorna shook her head, and heaved a breathy sigh. "Julian! You should work extra hard then. You have more gifts, more opportunity than so many other people! Think of the good you can do with that. Look at Tony Stark, or Warren Worthington—he donated his money and time to helping those impacted by the giant's attack in December. I saw him out on the streets doing everything he could to make sure people had all the supplies they could need. And well, Mister Stark.. I don't approve of his behavior in a lot of ways, but he's Iron Man! I mean, c'mon.." She tsked.

"You're smart, you just have to find what works for you. What interests you and go after it."

*

"…" Julian looks to the side out the window, absorbing everything Lorna's saying. Of course it's true. He's been the lazy playboy all his life, but that's hardly all he can be. "Mmm. I want mutants to be recognized as a potential, not a threat… yeah. That's what I'd like. Not have to hide it on the streets. Deal with the bad apples like every other bad apple. Don't give them a reason to resort to that…"

*

A grin flickered to life on Lorna's features, "Why do you get into political sciences? I bet with your money, charm and wit you could run for office. Come out and do a lot of good work. Be the change you wish to see and all that. Think about how much good you could do for mutants then? Think about the Civil Rights movements. They gain ground because people work to change the system from within."

She glanced down at the menu, and bit her lower lip in thought. "Anyways. That's just my thoughts on it. Mostly."

*

"Huh." Julian mumbles. Of course, his 'charm' is probably not as great as Lorna thinks. He has an efficient and proven script on dealing with romantic situations, but that falls apart awful fast after awhile. And right now, this is WAY off base. They should be exchanging innuendo, not talking about life decisions! Where did he go wrong? "…maybe you're right. But I'm too young for politics. 19. Unproven. …it's be a lot of years. I don't want to wait that long. Things are already volatile."

*

A brow quirked upwards as Lorna glanced back up at him from the menu. "Kennedy started young. Doesn't hurt to work on taking the right classes. Getting your ducks in a row and all of that. I'm working on getting my degree in geophysics. Mostly because it helps me better understand my 'gift' and all. I've still got a ton of things to test out and see how they work or not. It's all experimental." She shrugged, and waved a hand.

"I mean I'll have to get my BA in Science and then work toward at least a Master's degree but yeah.." She glanced down at her menu again and sighed. "Also you could get into an internship too."

*

"I don't want to /wait./" Julian states again, the frustration clearly not aimed at Lorna herself. "It's the now. The now! There might not BE months. Blood's already on the streets, there's already been a terrorist attack! This is a global problem, I can only imagine what it's like in other countries right now…!" A slow exhale follows. "But yeah… …thanks. I got an idea now…" From the look on his face, it might not be the traditional one she expected.

*

A glance was spared in his direction. "You mean what the Friends of Humanity did? Or what happened in Sacremento? Or any where else? The riots? The slaughters in Mutant Towns all over the states?" She arched a brow and gestured toward him with a wave of her hand.

"Mutants being kidnapped from the streets and taken God knows where? Or the aliens in the news? The talk of other worldly creatures and Gods?" She tilted her head to the side as she peered at him.

"Don't get me wrong. I think we need action now, we need people to stand together and protect those that need it.." Her lips thinned, "But we also need people to work from the top down. If we don't we won't get lasting change."

*

"I get it." Julian states, looking Lorna in the eye. "I really do. But right now, my heart is telling me… now. Work now. I'll still have these resources later. I can do both…" He leans back with a huff, pouring himself a third glass of wine. Just a touch of glaze. "…I think."

*

Lorna leaned forward, propping her chin up with the palm of her hand. "Wait what? You might?" She tilted her head to the side, blinking repeatedly.

"Why wouldn't you? I mean, I still think you should start now. You don't know what the future will bring. It's always better to plan ahead and all that.." She smiled faintly, and then sighed.

"I dunno what I'm gonna do when I graduate. Ugh."

*

"What do YOU want?" Julian asks, again. "I said this before… but really. Do you want to… do your own thing, away from your family? Do you want to fly around with your dad, helping smite giants? Do you want to settle down and try to live a normal life…?"

*

A grimace followed and Lorna shook her head. "I don't know anymore. I used to.. I just wanted to be normal before. I wanted to just ignore my powers, keep my head down and live a normal life. Now?" She arched a brow and shook her head.

"I love my father, don't get me wrong, but .. I'm not one for the spotlight either. Like he is, a bit. I mean he's open and out about his abilities in ways that I don't feel comfortable with."

*

"Do what makes you happy." Julian finally offers, nodding his head. "I've got the money to do nothing, if I wanted. I could ride out any political explosion worldwide and just cruise the bahamas. If I could live with myself to see it happen, anyway." The latter is what makes him frown. "I guess not happy… do what you can live with…"

*

Lorna picked up a fork, rolling it between her fingers. "My mom used to tell me, that you're the only one that has to live with you for the rest of your life. If you wake up one day and don't like the image in the mirror.. well, you'd better do something to change it." She smiled weakly and then set the fork aside.

"Man, okay. That was more in depth than I'd hoped for. I'm starving.. uh.. I don't know what to get.. What's good here?"

*

"Exactly." Julian agrees, before pausing. "My mom and dad never told me that, but I picked it up…" Fingers drum. All this time the waiter has been waiting patiently for Lorna. Hopefully he's not been listening in; it was far enough away to be polite, really. "Umm. Get the pasta. I dunno if you'll like it, but. It's supposed to be good. Comes with salad and dessert." More wine. Ssssip. Whew, a bit of head swimming going on now…

*

A pause, and Lorna offered a flickering smile along with a glance toward him. "If you think so. Okay. I'll give it a try." She glanced toward the waiter, and when he did approach to take their orders, she requested the suggested plate with a few shy reponses when the waiter inquired further details.

Then she was glancing towards Julian. "Are you close to your parents?"

*

A bow, and the waiter wanders off once more. Julian tugs at his neckline, drumming fingers on the table once more. "No." he finally admits. "My older brother is the wunderkin. I don't really have much of a purpose in the family. …not saying they don't love me, but… you know what I mean? Kinda?"

*

A small shrug followed, "Up until six months ago I was an only child. Even then, I only found out that I have an older brother and sister .. uhh two months ago? Maybe? And I dunno. I also got two nephews and a brother-in-law at the same time. So I guess.. I dunno. I'm stuck being the kid. So I get that." She grimaced and glanced down at the table as the waiter brought out artisan bread of various grains and butters on a crystal dish.

"I understand what you mean though, I guess. I just can't entirely feel you on it."

*

"…maybe it's not a problem you can relate to." Julian suddenly murmurs. "I was born into… a dynasty, you could say. The family all had a point. The business head. The mother. The heir. …in that world, I'm just… I guess a nobody. But—isn't any normal person like that? …that just means I can do what I want, right…?"

*

"An heir and a spare.." She mused, and then shook her head. "Sorry, just something I heard from English class, we were talking about something in England. I dunno. I don't really care for it." She shrugged.

"But yeah, uhm.. most people aren't set up with roles in life that are set up for them anymore. Most my mom ever wanted for me was to be happy and taken care of."

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