Pour Some Sugar On Me

Summary:
July 01, 2014: Illyana decides she wants to have fun, but not alone. So why not drag the grumpy goth alone for some fun?

Xavier's Institute, then Limbo, then an unknown nightclub

Nancy's bedroom, then Illyana's bedroom and then… well, Illy probably knows where the club is.


Characters

NPCs

  • lots of people at a heavy metal night club, bartenders, dancers and the like.

Mood Music:
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UIB9Y4OFPs]


Nancy O'Neal lies on her bed in her room watching movies. True, the huge screen in the TV room would be better, but Nancy is indulging in one of her guilty pleasures. Disney movies. Sure, she watched Lilo and Stitch in the tv room with Hank when she first got here, but considering she could have used Hank as a viable excuse for it, that was totally different. This is definitely watching it for her own enjoyment. It's Mulan and Nancy is singing along, telling her stuffed owl that she is going to make a man out of him. Fuzzy bunny slippers, blue cotton sleep shorts with sheep jumping over fences and a plain white camisole. Yep, truly gothic.
*
So intent on her stuffed owl is Nancy, she might miss Illyana teleporting in. It helps when the mistress of Limbo knows which way you're not looking. "Yeah. That's just not gonna work at *all*," comes the dry tone. Leaning against the wall, dark makeup outlines Illyana's intense blue eyes and her lips shine with the hint of gloss. Nancy may not have seen Illyana often, but normally the Russian doesn't wear makeup. Or if she does, it's really subtle. To go with that, she's got those New Rocks-style ass-kicking boots that come up to her knees and leather pants that ride her hips. The faded and worn Black Sabbath T-shirt seems almost tame compared to the rest, but she's got the chains and spikes around wrist and hips to make it all work.
She pushes away from the wall with one booted foot that was leaning against it, walking towards Nancy. One hand gesture off to the side to open a stepping disk against the wall before she gets too close, belatedly remembering Nancy has a tendency to muck with that ability. "C'mon princess."
*
The voice suddenly in her room causes her to jerk suddenly, her song interrupted with a yelp of surprise. The owl gets stuff unceremoniously under her pillow, as if by doing it fast enough Illy might not register that she saw it. "Don't you ever knock, woman?!" says Nancy. Her own face is clear of make-up, Nancy having gotten ready for bed.
Looking over at the portal on her wall, Nancy then looks over to Illyana like she is about as looney tunes as her own mother. "You want me to go in there? Voluntarily? Okay, the last three times haven't been that bad, but really? Why?"
*
"Because. I want company and you're obviously not doing anything." Illyana clearly seems to think that her wanting something is enough reason to have it happen. The blonde grabs for Nancy so she can push her towards the portal. "Quit making this difficult." She says with some annoyance. Like Nancy's to blame for the situation.

*
Well, at least she's honest about the why. Nancy looks skyward as she considers and then nods her head, from side to side as much as up and down. "Okay, sounds reasonable." As Illyana goes to grab for her, Nancy bats her hands away. "I said I'd go, but I'm not going in my damn pjs, woman! At least let me get some damn clothes on!" The attitude from Illyana doesn't seem to bother Nancy at all. It's like she feels an almost kindred spirit. Well, you know, if you ignore the whole demon thing, that is.
*
Illyana doesn't seem inclined to give Nancy the time to change, as she doesn't stop herding her towards the disk of light. She's really good at deflecting those batting hands as well. One of the two of them has been learning to fight since she was about seven years old. "I'm not going to wrestle with you, you realize that right? I have pets for that."
*
While the Partisan worked Nancy hard in her training, she only had the month with her before Nancy went into hiding. Though she continues to practice, that is still just two months compared to Illyana's many years. And so, she is slowly herded into the disk, falling on her butt in the Netherworld. She heaves a sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "I do not want to wrestle with your pets, Yana. Unless you have any that are cute, human men." She waggles her brows at Illyana, smirking.
*
Illyana steps in after Nancy, and the portal winks closed behind her. Illyana dumped them from Nancy's bedroom to hers. At least, hers in Limbo which is where she's been staying recently. The room is the size of some small apartments with dark, stone walls and high ceilings. Large openings give a view over the landscape, parts of it green and lush but most of it blasted and twisted.
Calling them 'windows' would be a misnomer as there's no actual glass, just framed openings big enough to jump through. And by the looks of things, they're damned high up. Large double doors are against one wall, a huge canopied four-poster bed on a raised dias. Torches burn against the wall and the hanging tapestries are dark, bloody scenes. Candles. Skulls. Heavy leather-bound books. It looks like something out a fantasy horror movie. Except for Nancy and her cute pajamas.
Nancy's comment makes Illyana smirk. "I could diversify. How about whathisname that you wanted me to look in on? Jericho? He's not bad. Very…." She smirks. "Fit." She puts one hand on her hip and gesture for Nancy to stand with the other. "I'm not about to be seen in public with you looking like *that*.
*
Nancy rises to her feet and brushes herself off, looking around the room. "Woah, and I thought my room at the mansion was big. You could put the whole upper level of the girls dorms in here." The skulls and other decor are noticed but not commented on. The place looks like a demon's bedroom. Well, without the torture victims or orgy that manga has taught her is the norm. Illyana comment causes the raise of a brow though. "Jeri? Is this supposed to be revenge for the Hank thing? Cause eww! That guy is even older then Hank is. He's in his mid thirties. I mean, sure, he's likely got experience on his side but… gah! But nothing! That's just…Ewww!"
*
"A girl likes to have some space to herself." Illyana says of her room. It's the one place that she makes the demons stay the hell out of. A few always end up finding their way into her room on Earth, no matter how much she threatens them. But here, they listen to her. Mostly.
Nancy's reaction to Jericho gets an amused chuckle. "I dunno, he seemed like fun. Might take some breaking in but I enjoy the occasional challenge…"
Illyana's commentary is off-handed, her attention on Nancy, sizing her up. Then fingers fold in while others extend and Illyana makes a few sweeping gestures, her hands leaving traces of eldritch fire in their wake. Then with a flick of her wrist, she points at Nancy and a rush of black-edged silver fire rushes over her without heat. It might take her a moment to notice she feels a bit different as the Russian puts her hands on her hips, head cocking to the side as she looks Nancy up and down. "Mmmm. Better."
*
Nancy has never been in a place this big before, so it needs some exploring. The bed is big enough to sleep six comfortably. Really? Who needs that much bed? She does note the distinct lack of demons in this room, which makes it a totally different experience then any of the times she has been here before. Clearly, Illy is warming up to her. As proven by the fact that Illy is now trolling her! They established that the both of them enjoy trolling people they consider friends, so… this is a good sign, albeit an annoying one.
Nancy notices the feeling of being taller and her clothes being significantly tighter and looks down. Black mesh shirt over black lacy bra, pleather skirt and a dark purple corset. The boots and thigh high black socks with lavender cross-gartering, ending in bows at the top of thighs causes her too oooh and aaah.
"All the stuff I could never afford. Okay, you are my new best friend, but only if I get to keep this."
*
Closer inspection might pick up the skull motiff done in black-on-black on her dress and the pentacle zipper-pulls on the boots. It's probably not actually pleather either. Magic doesn't like synthetics. Or iron. Silver is much more magic-friendly.
Illyana gives a soft huff of amusement. Most people aren't too keen on her dressing them up because average-America and Conservative it is not. "I'll take it that means you can dance in them then." Another raised hand summons another stepping disk, a door back to the normal world, one would assume. Without a word, Illyana heads for it, figuring Nancy doesn't want to be left behind in Limbo.
On the other side is a… storage room. But even with the closed door there's the harsh crash of heavy metal, like a heartbeat that comes through the soles of your shoes to make your body thrumm in time to it. Illyana keeps walking, opening the door and stepping out into one of NYC's nightclubs. The lighting is dim, the music loud, and the alcohol is plentiful.
*
Nancy grins from ear to ear. "Oh yeah, I can… hey, is my hair longer? And… black again? You can do that? Holy crow, woman!" Nancy twists this way and that to try and look at the outfit. Yep, this is not her usual goth on a budget sorta gear. Hard to find good goth stuff at the thrift store. Oddly enough, skulls and pentagrams aren't a popular item there.
Illyana guesses right about Nancy following her through the new disc. No, this has been the most pleasant trip to Limbo yet and she isn't about to let that change. She blinks when she sees where they ended up. "Well, no need to worry about ID at least. And with *them* thinking I'm in Europe right now, which thank you for that again, we should mostly be safe here."
*
Illyana gives Nancy a look over her shoulder the almost-roll of her eyes and smirk go perfectly with the mocking sort of tone. "Sweetie, there's not much I *can't* do." Well. Someone's got an ego, doesn't she?
There will certainly be no checking of IDs now that they're already in, and Illyana heads for the bar. She doesn't drag Nancy, so the other girl doesn't have to follow after her. It's interesting to watch Illyana move through a crowd. Or should we say, a crowd move *around* Illyana. They don't even generally realize it, they just shift out of the way, their sleepy sixth sense scrambling to get them out of the way of the sense of evil Illyana tends to carry like purfume. A space opens at the bar just in time for her to go up on her toes and lean forward. She has to raise her voice to be heard over the music and speaks in rapid Russian to the bartender who seems to recognize her.
Illyana gestures to herself and Nancy and he nods, already pouring vodka for Illyana. He grabs a second glass as Nan is pointed at, looking the other woman over with some interest.
*
Nancy smirks at the display of ego, then starts to laugh. Illyana has a way of growing on a person, even with that whole Limbo thing. She starts heading to the dance floor, not interested in drinking. Nope. Getting ones stomach pumped once is enough for most smart people to avoid drinking. She watches Illyana from the dance floor, keeping an eye on her to make certain that Nancy doesn't end up abandoned through no fault but her own.
Nancy is among the throng on the dancefloor, but because she is watching Illyana, she notices the offer of a drink. A shake of her head, coupled with a smile and a mouthed 'No Thank You', should let Illyana know that the offer is appreciated but not something Nancy wants. Hotties on the dance floor however? Yeah, she's all over that. Literally!
*
Illyana doesn't seem bothered by the refusal, tossing back the first drink and then taking the second herself and just holding onto it for a bit as she talks with the bartender while Nancy makes her way into the crowd. While Illyana's taste in music leans to heavy metal, it's also got to be the kind that you can dance to. Even if it's a bit more… energetic than some people think of dancing.
Illyana eventually tosses back the rest of the vodka and heads out onto the dance floor as well because more than messing with Nancy, this is why she came. So much of her life is about keeping herself in check. Control. Not giving into her passions. This… this is her outlet. Guys do come up to her, and she dances with them for a while in a manner that is definitely PG, but drifts away without looking twice at them.
*
Nancy's smile goes from one ear to the other. She hasn't been out of the mansion much in the last month. The only notable exceptions being the trip to Africa and the flight to England and the Illy-taxi back home to put Hydra on a merry goose chase. So this, the heavy metal music and the dancing, the bodies on the dancefloor in their primal swaying and bouncing, the dark, the lights… it's all a salve on Nancy's soul. And having her hair being black again isn't too bad either. She was feeling far too … nice, as a blonde.
Nancy reaches out a hand to Illyana as she dances closer. "So, why bring *me* here?" she practically has to yell to be heard. "I didn't think we were this close."
*
Illyana is in leather pants, old Black Sabbath T-shirt and those boots she likes so much along with accents in silver of chains, spikes, skulls and pentacles. The usual, for those who have seen Illyana, especially after she's been hanging out in Limbo.
When Nancy catches Illyana, the (now only) blonde woman turns away from the guy she's been dancing with as if he'd disappeared to sling an arm around Nancy's shoulder. Guess who's her new dancing partner? Illyana's chuckle is more inferred than heard over the music, given that slightly wicked grin. "I figured you might actually share my taste in music." She says, leaning in close so Nancy can hear her. "And if not, you'd still be fun to watch."
*
The song the band is playing comes to an end and they start the intro to the next one: Pour Some Sugar On Me. Cal walks out on stage with a hand held mic and gives the lead singer a grin as he joins in the vocals and starts working the stage. He's not exactly dressed 'metal' but it's close enough in a black tee, jeans and boots. "Pour some sugar on me. Ooh, in the name of love."
*
Nancy doesn't seem to mind having Illyana as a dance partner. Let the boys, and a certain percentage of the girls, eat their hearts out. She nods her head in agreement to Illyana's guess about her taste in music. "I can play Thunderstruck on my cello. I'll show you sometime." She doesn't mention Metallica cause these days, what cellist can't play their music? Thank you, Apocalyptica.
The song comes to a close and the next one begins and just as Nancy is starting to get into a grove, Nancy looks up at the stage and blinks. Is that..? Noooo. What would he be doing here? Is he even a musician? Nancy leans over to Illyana and points to the stage. "Am I imagining things or is that Cal? And how much trouble am I gonna be in with you having brought me here?"
*
Well that's a bit more Hair than the usual fare. Illyana's head comes up without moving further away from Nancy, brows going upwards as she gives a short laugh. "I do believe that is." Nancy's question gets a 'get real' look from Illyana. "I don't get *in* trouble. I *make* trouble." She pulls away from Nancy enough to start pushing towards the stage, but she does grab Nancy's hand to draw her along with.
*
Cal might not have have long hair but he can headbang with the best of them. He also an excellent singer though it's more difficult to tell given the music style at the moment. He and the band's singer alternate on the lyrics and even sing in duet, each one taking half the stage and working the audience who they encourage to join in on the chorus. And as that one ends, they move into Photograph.
*
"That's what I'm worried about! You're *making* trouble with me as the bait!" is Nancy's retort as she follows the blonde towards the stage. But the smile on her face says she's not actually all that worried. She just likes to complain.
As Cal breaks out into the new song, Nancy listens carefully. She's listening to the more fine minute of his singing, his breath control and sustains. She smiles and nods. Not bad at all. She keeps herself far enough back from the stage that Cal is kept out of her field, which isn't hard. 10 feet isn't that much on a music stage.
*
Well, obviously Cal hasn't noticed Illyana yet. And that just won't do. She looks right.. and then looks left, searching for the guy she thinks looks the hottest. Unlike Nancy who seems to have a cookie monster fetish, Illyana tends to be a bit more biased by her brother. Tall. Big. Stepping over to him she catches his eye and coaxes him front and center with her to dance… and then works on getting him out of his shirt.
*
Given Nancy's make over, not expecting to see anyone from the school, and the lighting, Cal's gaze just passes over them without recognition. But the hunk taking his shirt off definitely catches his attention and then his brows rise in surprise at seeing Illyana next to him, though he doesn't miss a note. When the song ends, he laughs and gives the band's singer a hug, pounding him on the back then hands him the mic and jumps off the stage. "I didn't expect to run into you here." he tells Illyana. "Who's your friend?" He means the hunk.
*
True, Nancy seems to have a thing for smart guys with fur, but that doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate other fine looking specimens of the species. She laughs and joins Illyana and her new found friend. "Okay, this is the sort of trouble I could definitely get into." When Cal comes over, she smiles and just waits. Her hair is long and black, not the short blonde it was just an hour ago. And she hasn't dressed this good in… well, ever. Minimum wage does not tend to allow one to afford leather corsets. And so, she just waits for the penny to drop, because she knows Cal is definitely smart enough to clue in.
*
When Cal jumps down, Illyana turns towards him with a smirk. "Well, you did come to one of my favorite clubs." She points out, sliding her arm around the big guy's waist. Her free hand pats his abs as she looks up at him. "I don't know. I was fishing for you. What do you say, hot stuff, you wanna play with my friend Cal?"
As Nancy comes back Illyana slides her other arm around her waist so she's standing between Nan and the hunk. Illyana's particular about her personal space. You don't get to come into it unless she lets you. However, she doesn't care anything about anyone else's personal space.
*
Some powers, like Illyana's, are 'off' until she wants to use it. A lot of powers are that way, including several of Cal's. But not the ones he mimicked from Logan. And as soon as he feels the shut off, he looks around for the cause.
Which, of course, is Nancy regardless of her appearance. And he backs away ten feet. "Oh, hey Nancy. Damn, you look good." Given the music, he has to shout it.
*
Nancy isn't use to being the one that has her personal space invaded. She's usually the one doing the invading. Space Invaders. A new reality show featuring Nancy and Illyana. It will either do great or bomb after the first episode. As Cal backs away, Nancy takes a deep breath. It's harder to focus with the loud music, but she tries. Her daily practice is making it easier, but she can't pull it in enough to get Cal to a decent conversational range. Soooo… Nan backs away five feet, putting Illy at a half way point. COmpromise!
*
The big guy looks at Illyana, and Cal, and at Nancy. Especially the latter two doing their two-step. He rubs at the back of his neck. "Seems like you've got a crowd already." He notes with a chuckle.
Illyana gives him a push towards Cal. "Don't worry sweetie. He'll be gentle." Since they're still in the thick of things, where the music is loudest, Illyana motions them towards some of the back tables where it's quieter.
*
As Nancy moves back, Cal moves forward an equal amount. Smiling at the hunk, he pats his shoulder and says "Nice to meet you. Go have fun." They move to a table away from the speakers but he's still staying out of Nancy's range. "We're in public." he explains. Justifiable paranoia: he doesn't want his senses muted.
*
Nancy follows the other two to the table. She nods to Cal. "I get it. Tell you what, I'm feeling like a kid in a candy store. This is my first time out of the dorm in a month, and since tall, dark and shirtless over there didn't seem to be into you, I'm gonna see if raven haired goddesses in the sack are more his type. You two canoodle. I'll be… busy." She waggles her fingers and runs back to the dance floor in her designer boots, determined to get as much fun out of this night as humanly, or metahumanly, possible.
*
Illyana lets Nancy run off, sliding into a seat after motioning to the bartender. Leaning back she watches the other woman as she speaks to Calvin. "Didn't know you sang. I'll have to remember that my next party."
*
"Less than I used to." Cal answers, also watching Nancy to make sure she stays safe. Logan used to be his singing buddy. Not here. "I know the singer though. He's dating the sister of a guy I see on and off. How's she doing?"
*
Illyana's brow furrows a bit as she squints at Cal. "Your booty-call's sister's boyfriend. Yeah, that's… you could just say 'my friend' you know." One of the staff comes by with vodka for the both of them and Illyana turns so she's actually facing him, leaning her elbows on the table. "Well, she was at home singing Disney tunes to a stuffed bear. I think the school's got a new record for driving someone *insane*." She picks up her drink, taking a swallow. "Seems happy enough though." Illyana doesn't worry about keeping an eye on the other woman. When Illyana wants to find Nancy, she can.
*
"Ok, my friend." Cal doesn't correct the booty-call assumption. He takes a vodka and lifts it toward Illyana before taking a sip. "Well, usually they come that way. But singing to stuffed animals is troubling. I hate keeping her isolated but…" He shrugs. "We need to push her self defense training."
*
"You could always let me do it." Illyana says, more joke than actual offer. Not that most people know how she was trained, just that she's a damned good fighter for not having a combat-specific power. "Has she been stuck at the school all this time?" Illyana asks, frowning at Cal.
*
"Go ahead. We just didn't want to overwhelm her." New power, new environment, price on her head. Lots of violence without adding more. "Mostly." Cal agrees. "Except for when you take her somewhere or a quick rescue mission to Africa once. You're the only one who can take her place without the rish of being traced back to us."
*
Illyana gives Cal a low chuckle. "Seriously? You're not going to have Scott or Jean screaming at me for breaking one of their precious students, are you?" Because Illyana is not noted for being gentle. Or a people person. How Amara dormed with her for 4 years, the world will never know. "If they're after her that hard, you should ues her as bait and catch whoever it is."
*
"She has no ability to use against them." Cal points out. "If anyone needs advanced hand to hand, as quickly as possible, it's her. Especially since there is no 'who'. It's 'them'. Lots of them. We might bag a couple but there's always the rest of the organization that'll be left. At this stage, it's premature to risk her."
*
"So what, keep her safe in the Ivory Tower of Xavier's?" Illyana scoffs. There's reason that she moved out after graduation. "Let them take her. I'll take her back. Until it becomes too costly for them to try to take her any more." She tends to be rather flippant about other people's lives, though. Unless she's particularly close to them. She knocks back the rest of her vodka. "Some problems, you just need to learn to live with. You can't hide forever."
*
"Until she can defend herself." Now Cal turns to look over at Illyana. "That's what we do, as you know quite well. Make sure they can survive on their own and then let them decide what they want to do. So if you want to help her, go ahead and start training her. Just don't break her. We don't have a strong healer at the moment."
*
"I won't break her like *that*." Illyana says with a frown. "But you know I don't set the same limits as most people at the school." Illyana grew up very differently. Her sense of what qualifies as 'abuse' is a bit skewed to most people. "And let's be honest. Her power can level the playing field so everyone's 'normal', but it'd take a lifetime of training for her to be able to evade or fight off an organization set on getting her. There's never gonna be an 'until she's ready'."
*
"I don't know that they even have powers to begin with, not most of them." Cal notes. "So she won't have the advantage of bringing them down to her level. But she needs to know enough to keep herself alive long enough that the cavalry can arrive."
*
"I've got the summer free. I'll see what I can do." Illyana says with a shrug. Not that she's asking *Nancy* if she wants any help. Noooo. There's always that downside to getting Illyana's attention. "Hey, Amara mentioned you put a bug in her ear about being an ambassador for Nova Roma. Good idea."
*
"I thought so. Did she mention we also talked to Wonder Woman? She's going to join us on a trip to Nova Roma." Cal's still watching Nancy dance and have fun on the floor with hot guys. "You know, I almost didn't recognize her what with the clothes and hair and makeup. Which gives me an idea." Now he does turn to look at Illyana. "You can give her a new appearance, right? Some magical plastic surgery?"
*
Illyana's gaze moves out to watch Nancy for a bit as well, but Cal's question has her sliding her gaze back his way. "*Can* I? Yeah. I could rip out her soul and put it in a new body. I learned how to reshape flesh when I was like thirteen. But that's affecting *her*. That's not clothes, or fiddling with her hair. I can't *make* 'normal' clothes. My magic always twists things. You wanna gamble on that with someone's flesh and blood? What the results might be? That it might corrupt her?"

*
"A simple 'I could but it would be a bad idea' would have worked just as well." Cal points out dryly. "I'd have believed you. Know any magical types who could without corrupting her soul? It's a bit extreme maybe but would solve the problem of her being hunted for the rest of her life."
*
"We need to find a mutant flesh-shaper then." Illyana says with a short chuckle. She gives a small shrug. "I can ask some of the folks I know. They practice different kinds of magic, so I'm not sure what they can do at what risk. And I've told people 'it's a bad idea' before. They never quite seem to believe me."
*
"I don't know of anyone who could do that." Cal says after a moment's thought. Shapeshifters? Dime a dozen. Flesh shapers? Nope. "And I know you. You're competent. If you say you can or can't do something, you have a reason."
*
For all of Illyana's ego, the assured way Cal says that, or maybe the faith it implies he has in her, has her shifting a bit. Almost uncomfortably. "You don't know me *that* well." She grumbles at him.
*
"I know you here. I knew you there." Cal pauses then adds "I also knew you over there and you were a psychotic bitch but that was pretty obvious from day one and you're not her. You also won't hurt Piotr and betraying our trust would do that. So yeah, I think I do."
*
Illyana lets out a long sigh that sounds almost… annoyed. Or maybe frustrated. The glance she gives him comes from narrowed eyes, the blue hard and cold. She doesn't take the whole 'I met a you that was a psychotic bitch' personally because different versions of people can turn out very, very different. "I don't know that I like this insightful talent that you have, Calvin." Her expression relaxes into something that's just more… resigned. "Just… Don't bet the farm on my good heart, alright?"
*
"It's not a talent, it's experience." Cal corrects and he both sounds and looks amused at Illyana's annoyance. "And I'm well aware that different realities mold different people. But you're more similar than not to the one I knew before and the two years I've been here hasn't changed my opinion much." He does add "She only had two stones though." So 20% less evil.
*
Illyana glances back over at Cal, and this time she can't help but chuckle and shake her head. She gets to her feet and then offers a hand out to Cal. "From what I saw on the stage, I'm pretty sure you can dance. Think you can keep up?"
*
"I don't know. It's been a while since I danced with a woman." Cal knocks back the last of his vodka before taking Illyana's hand and standing. "But let's give it a shot. Just talk in a deeper voice." And he leads her out onto the floor.


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