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The Angel on one side

Who: Magneto |

thelightbringer
When: Overnight - 8/8/2012-8/9/2012
Where: Dive bar in Sector 8
Summary: Jubilee needs some time out of the HoA. They hit a dive bar to people watch. Lucifer decides he wants to join.
Warnings: Lucifer. Jubilee. Magneto. Gambling. Mild swearing. Off scene violence.

For a dive, this wasn't as dive-ish as he had been in. They had commandeered a corner booth, had it piled with a couple bowls of peanuts and chips, an empty Molson's bottle on the table, Jubilee with another in her hands, Magneto's cheapish import half empty but soon to join it's fellow on the table. They were taking up the entire bench, Jubilee leaning against his side and tucked under his arm, both of them with their feet propped up.

From here, they had the perfect vantage point for the entire bar. Which was exactly what they wanted.

"Blue Ears is going to flip his pizza slice onto Green Pants."

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Jubilee rolled the beer between her hands; more therapy, if she squinted. Mostly she was enjoying the chance to be outside the house. She'd left messages for a couple people but didn't expect to hear back quickly.

"Sucker bet. Green tatt in the corner is gonna swing on redhead with the tail." This was what they did for fun.

She needed another piece of pizza herrself. She flagged their waitress down. At least she wasn't stuttering as badly as she had been.

"Redhead with the tail flips Zebra Mohawk over the bar." Never mind the two hundred plu pound weight difference. And yes this is what did for fun - Henry's had been a place he had honed his skills after some neglect.

While waiting on Jubilee's pizza, he took a handful of peanuts tossing a couple in his mouth.

Jubilee frowned finding the two participants. "Nah. Makeout session. Lover not a fighter for zebra-head."

She sipped her beer and grimaced. She needed a soda. "But zebra is with redhair with a tail." She loved making bets like this. The pizza arrived quickly. Vegetables, extra cheese, chicken and pineapple. NOM.

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"You think so?" He was amused. Lover or no - he was pretty sure Zebra was going over the bar.

"Oh I think they are too. What's wrong with your drink?" Because he saw that grimace without looking. And at least she was somewhat sensible with the pizza.

She wrinkled her nose. "Mmmm you're on."

Jubilee looked down at her drink. Then she shrugged. "Nothing. I just think I'm beered out." She winked. "Wanna choose my next drink for me?"

Honestly, she was being very careful with what she was eating. Injuries needed fuel to heal and not just junk.

"Red note?"

"Sure." He glanced over the bar. They had juice for a few drinks. "Orange juice and grenadine." Tequila Sunrise sans tequila, vitamins and sugar. She needed that.

- "Make that two, actually," he passed along to the waitress.

Jubilee nodded. "You're on." She really wanted to witness a fight tonight. She couldn't take part - although she'd walked here, she'd been leaning pretty heavily on Mags, and her hands were shaky enough that a fight was just out - but she could watch.

"That sounds good." She put her beer down and picked at the pizza on her plate.

"I get better, we've gotta go looking for some fun." Fun being a bar fight, of course.

He wasn't interested in getting into a fight either, at least not tonight. Just something entertaining, a night to relax from the recent stress.

"Sure. Just not here. I have a places, I know you do." Because the relatively controlled level in the Danger Room was good - and would used. But real world testing was a go.

"Well, no, not here." Duh. This was their relax, chill, and watch bar. You didn't shit where you lived. Except Harry's, but that was completely separate. Sure, mutants fought there, but they also rebuilt the place on a regular basis and even helped with repairs when they weren't responsible.

She shifted, tucking her feet up under her. The waitress brought their drinks and she sipped it. Not bad, though she'd had it with the tequila and that was better.

"By the way, the spiked hair with the UV tattoo on her neck? She'll start the whole shebang off." Because, they had to bet on everything.

"That tattoo is bad cover up too." He rolled his neck. "She'll start it but lose."

"Which will be how this starts." Because we don't get the names of people tattooed on us children. We just don't.

"How what starts?" Lucifer is suddenly there, a glass of something frozen and white in his hand. It has an umbrella in it.

"Luke!" Jubilee scooted over so Lucifer could sit between the pair of them. She picked at her pizza. "The bar fight. We're taking bets."

She sipped her drink and shrugged. "Blue ears will be the one to insult Spikey to get the ball rolling."

Another pick at her pizza.

"And Zebra is going over the bar custody his girlfriend."

He scooted a little as well, leaving room without crowding too much. Solidarity. It was a thing they did. Besides, they had the best view this way.

"Make out is coming during the fight."

"Are all the bets in?"

Because Lucifer planned to throw his own spice in the pot, to see how a room full of inebriated people took a sudden rush of impulse and temptation.

Jubilee rolled her eyes, picking pineapple off her pizza. "No helping the folks along. That's the rule."

She wagged a piece of pineapple at him, before popping it in her mouth. Sipping her drink, Jubilee got a wicked grin. "Unless, of course, that's part of the bet. I've started a few fights in my day, just by being just this awesome." And a pretty girl with a good body who knew how to work it, but she wasn't going to say that.

"Well. No helping them along more than he can help." He took a swig of his beer and shrugged. "Sit. And bets are never all in, until we are crawling into bed in the morning.

Not even then, sometimes."

He decided against telling Lucifer Jubilee was still eight grand in the hole with him from the previous trips.

Lucifer's particular brand of influence begins to seep into the patrons' minds, sparking little buried impulses, seizing hold of thoughts they've had and desires they're developing in their inebriation.

All the while, the Devil just watches with his bright blue eyes, looking as amused and innocent as ever. "I'm pretty sure the jock over there is going to do a table dance."

Jubilee continued picking at her pizza. She was hungry, just eating the whole thing required more coordination than she had, and she really didn't want to dump it in her lap.

"Table dance? No way." Jubilee shook her head. "Dude with the feather will though." She sipped her drink, then raised it at the waitress who nodded.

"You do realized the buy in is a deuce, right?" Their ordered juice showed up and he placed Jubilee's within easy reach before sipping his own.

"And sucker bets, both of you. They end up dancing together. Feather first, then jock."

"Oh, jock will get involved. He's shy, though...I don't think he'll throw the first punch."

"Nah, that'll be Spikey." Jubilee shrugged. "Tattoo will be insulted."

She draped her feet over Lucifer's lap and peered at his drink. "Are you drinking a pina colada?"

"Bartender is going to cut her off." He raised a brow at Jubilee unceremoniously claiming Lucifer's lap - he wasn't entirely sure how he would take it. But they had decided Lucifer was theirs, which meant Jubilee would take advantage if allowed. Magneto relaxed back against the booth, shoulder to shoulder with Lucifer.

Lucifer looks at her with the exact same expression as Magneto. But he doesn't push her off or chide her; he is, most of the time, the most easygoing Satan around. Even when he's not the only one.

"I might be. Sam made it for me."

Jubilee was oblivious to the looks. If Satan didn't want her legs across his lap, she was sure he could move them.

"You didn't strike me as the pina colada type. Whiskey neat, maybe." She shrugged. "You ever have Long Island Ice Tea?" She liked it. But if he started drinking appletinis she was cutting him off. There were just some things she couldn't handle.

"So, are you in, Luke?"

Mutants have different - of lack - of boundaries compared to general society. If Lucifer minded, he would need to draw that line. Magneto was quite content to be shoulder to shoulder with him. Although between Lucifer's own influence and the couple of drinks, there was a decent likelihood Lucifer would end up with Magneto's arm halfway around his shoulders at some point.

"That has fruit in it."

He waited - he assumed Lucifer was in, but he wasn't counting the money yet.

Fortunately for all involved, Lucifer himself likes to push personal boundaries. He lacks them for himself; he'd spent God only knew how long in solitary confinement, so life was a relief to be near.

"Sam makes things and hands them to me, I don't usually ask the names. But, as Erik knows, if it has fruit I'll give it a try." He looks around the room, then smiles. "Count me in."

Jubilee grinned and settled in next to Lucifer, picking at her pizza. "There's fruit on the pizza." She pushed a piece over in front of him. Might as well enjoy themselves while they waited for everything to kick off.

"You'd probably like daiquiris and margaritas." She sipped her drink. "I used to make this daiquiri that was just some vodka in a fruit smoothie." And it was good.

"It's got chicken on it though." He took a sip of his juice, thought a minute and then flagged the waitress down and scribbled an order down. Orange juice and pineapple juice in equal parts, coconut rum and grenadine.

"Pigtails just came in. Fake ID - to make her older, not younger." She barely looked nineteen but moved like someone in their forties.

Lucifer had started to reach for the pizza, but at the mention of chicken withdrew his hand. The drink order sounds more up his alley, anyway; he scarcely eats because it's not as satisfying. The last time he'd had so much as a bite to eat had been his birthday cake, courtesy of Michael.

"She's done this before," Lucifer comments. "She's hoping to see someone she met last time."

Jubilee's head cocked to one side, studying Pig Tails. She continued picking at the pizza. "If she's over 18, I'll drink your beer, Michael." Because, yeah. No way. Jubilee knew a lot of people who moved and looked like that. Hell, she could do it.

Her hands started to tremble and she put her drink down. She tucked them into her lap, not wanting anyone to see.

"Uhoh, looks like Tatt is getting annoyed." Jubilee had been keeping an eye on the woman. Looked like the fun was about to start.

He smirked slowly with a low, quiet laugh. "Prepare yourself then. She's at least twenty-five, but not yet forty." Bone growth. Age he was pretty good at guessing.

He saw the drink go down on the table and twisted a bit, to look over at Jubilee a moment, lightly smacking Lucifer in the chest with his cheek as he did so before shifting back into place at Lucifer's side.

"Mhmm. Someone's bra ends up on the ceiling fan."

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