Sneaking out of Magneto's Brotherhood Compound turned out to be a much easier experience than any of the young mutants had expected. A clip here, a distraction there, and the three were out on the streets enjoying the cool night air. Of course they were going to be in trouble like they'd never experienced when they got back, but they weren't thinking about that now. No, the Brotherhood trainees wanted some excitement, and though they didn't know it yet -- this night was whispering 'excitement' in their ears.

Though, perhaps, not quite what they had in mind.

The sheer thrill of getting out successfully had made the sixteen year old Jay Guthrie completely forget his frustration with teammate Ira. As he walked through the streets of New York City between said teammate and their other partner in Crime, Sinn, he smiled widely and actively participated in the conversation. Currently, the topic was what precisely Magneto was going to do to them when they got back - or, possibly worse, what Domino was going to do.

Spying the red lights of a slightly sketchy-but-completely-lax-about-the-age-thing bar that Jay knew vaguely of, he motioned with his hand and walked toward it.

"What do you think, guys? Start here?"

There was nothing quite like sneaking out for a night of irresponsible drunken fun. Moreso when there was absolutely no chance of getting back in without being found and chastised; he was sure their sneak out would be noticed within the hour, what with the diligent Domino who checked the security consistently, and the less diligent but dutiful Avalanche who took his security duties as any generally apathetic but serious man who seemed to have a complete lack of humour did. Magneto would never let him have a mini-fridge in his room now. But you win some, you lose some. Besides, it had been boring in lockdown. Not to mention, now he had a real need to get drunk.

Despite short attention spans and otherwise Ira-characteristics, as well as all appearances in which the winged teen seemed to have forgotten their previous incident, Ira had not indeed forgotten of their complications. He was too used to sneaking out, if not from mutant headquarter compounds, to be really taken off by the mere act of such, and once they were out the thought had crept back in. And it hadn't helped that the winged teen seemed to have completely forgotten, which meant things were quite nice and normal as they talked in the streets of New York City. Conversation was active of course; he was hardly one to let mere previous awkward moments get in his way himself, after all. Regardless it was the corner of his mind that continually reminded him of exactly why it was that he wanted to get drunk that kept him from getting more...actively out of control. Especially with regards to his powers, which he normally had no qualms about using even in the early night streets of NYC.

Fortunately for Ira, he was a shallow, shallow teen.
And when the first bar was pointed out, he was quick to turn for it.
"To the vodka!"
Time for his master plan: get a drink, hit on random people, get a drink, switch locations to a club, get a drink, dance, get a drink, hit on random people, get a drink, some more random interpersonal action, get a drink... you get the idea.

She had been able to shut down the security cameras back at the estate. For the few moments, they had been under cover as they slipped out. It had been rather easy. She just put her hand on the wall, searched out the current, and well, bam, off for a few moments. She had not thought it would have been that easy, but.. it was. Plus they were getting out of that place. Shaking her head, she had been irritated that she had been literally grounded. Stupid really. Adults did not get grounded.

They had gotten to where they were going with little or no incident. Which was fine by her. Though she had shocked poor Ira and Jay while they were int he car. That close of quarters and someone was bound to be shocked. She could not help it. She was just always charged and it was damn annoying. Sometimes she wished she could shut herself off, but she doubted that she would ever be able to turn her power on and off like a switch.

They were stopped, and looking around. She shook her head at Ira, but she was along for the ride. Again, something to do. "Ira...a, Ira... do I have to show you that there is nothing better then Whiskey? Or Guinness?" She shocked him when she tucked her arm in with his, and she did the same with Jay, but after a few moments, the shocks stopped. "Come on lads. Lets get Ira a drink."

"To the vodka!"

Jay, having forgotten his irritation with Ira, was suddenly reminded. He was just kind of an irritating guy in general. He was loud as hell, which made Jay want to smack him, and he had taken the events of earlier and apparently thrown them to the wind. Jay suddenly felt a little sick to his stomach as an image of a drunk Ira making out with everything in sight crept into his mind. Did he really sneak out for that?

Shaking his head and trying to ignore the negativity therein, he smiled lightly at Sinn and walked into the bar with the other two. He had decided that he liked her. She was funny and quirky and.. really a great deal like Ira, but a little less hedonistic, a little less persistent, and with much less of an evil streak.

"Come on lads. Lets get Ira a drink."

Glancing at the other boy, Jay raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.

"Uh... let's get me a drink. Or ten."

"Ira...a, Ira... do I have to show you that there is nothing better then Whiskey? Or Guinness?"
And she took his arm in hers, linking all three of the company together. That he hadn't seen coming. And he did not have alcohol in him yet so it was less than appealing for him. He wasn’t so fond of physical contact. Even this kind of non-aggressive, friendly contact. His negation powers were starting to come in handy though, diffusing the shock from the contact; it was beginning to kicking in occasionally in Sinn's company, if randomly and without his conscious intention. Hm. He should mention this to Magneto when the inevitable return to the Compound happened and permanent sentences were handed out, whenever the man got back. It could get him back in slightly better lights; the man had always been pretty intense about him training to better his powers and his control over them. Never mind that this wasn't really due to any extensive effort of training on his part.

Pulling out of Sinn's arm, he took a second to casually send a small spray of energy at her as he stepped to the front of the remaining duo, grinning at the female of the two.
"Whatever gets me drunk faster."
Well it was true; he didn't drink for the taste, he drank to get hammered. And how he planned to get hammered.

As they entered the bar, he easily headed straight for the counter. Fishing out a twenty he slapped it down onto the counter, confidently grinning to the man behind the counter who gave him a less than interested look that made itself clearly disinterested even over the music playing within the bar. The bar that seemed to be a little less shady on the inside than it had seemed from the outside.
"Three vodka shots."
One might imagine that, Ira being in the company of two others at the moment, the three shots were meant to be shared, a person to a shot. One would be wrong in imagining so. After being notified that he was short a few bucks and handing that over, the teen happily took the first shot before following up right away with the second.

He gave a glance around the bar, which wasn't exactly crowded, but occupied enough regardless of the early night. His gaze travelled back to his present company, promptly grinning.
"Okay. Ten says I get the first girl," he was used to these kinds of games and bets, although usually he wasn't the one to first suggest them. Of course, he was always up for competition and more than eager to participate when it was suggested to him. He loved competition, and he was never one to turn down a challenge, especially not when in the mood of bars and clubs. And especially not when he was purposefully trying to get as drunk as possible in as short a time as possible, though he had started off with nothing particularly different from his usual ways.
A pause and he considered the Irish girl in their company. Hm, he hadn’t really tried this competition with a girl in the group, but what the hell; it was nothing earth-shattering. "Well, guy for you." Come to think of it... he glanced at the winged teen briefly, but within the next second decided there was more drinking to be done and a lot less thinking, and took his third shot instead.

She watched her two cohorts and shook her head. She was going to have to be the sober one tonight which really sucked. She was Irish, and drinking was in her blood. Or at least thats what people told her. So she watched them, and when Ira came up with a bet, she shook her head again, laughed and said. "I am not trolling for lads you know. I am going to have to keep an eye on you two."

She looked around the bar and noticed that there were a couple of handsome older lads. Maybe if the night got too interesting, she might bail on them. But down deep she knew she could not do that. These lads were her boys.. and she would be there.. no matter what.

Upon entry to the club, Jay made a beeline for the bar and ordered a vodka tonic and a beer. Downing the former in moments, he began sipping the latter and joined his two friends. The alcohol would likely barely affect him, given the nature of his powers, but it was still worth a try. Watching Ira guzzling shots of vodka, he resisted the overwhelming and ever-present desire to roll his eyes and chugged another third of his beer down. It was Heineken - good as beer went... but beer nonetheless.

"Okay. Ten says I get the first girl."

Jay choked on his drink and after a difficult swallow coughed. The events of the afternoon still fresh in his mind, he couldn't help but feel as though Ira was rubbing them them in his face. Gritting his teeth and determinedly avoiding eye contact with Ira, Jay turned back to the bartender and ordered a shot and another beer. Getting drunk might be impossible, but he was determined to get to buzz-mode.

"I am not trolling for lads you know. I am going to have to keep an eye on you two."

Jay smiled at Sinn and tried his best to relax. She was the level-headed one of the three, and if he focused on having a good time with her he might just survive this night. Giving Jay the cold shoulder, he put his arm around Sinn (carefully, so as to avoid skin-on-skin contact) and laughed dryly.

"I won't be doing any trolling either... I'll leave that to Chasm."

She watched Ira and laughed. It was quite apparent the boy wanted to get drunk. Who was she to spoil t it for him? She herself would be getting drunk, but she doubted that all three of them were drunk, then who would get them home in one piece? So she had made the choice, but was not a happy Irishman because of it. Maybe later in the week she could go an get drunk.

Shrugging she watched the two lads and shook her head. This was no fun for her. No way. So she pouted because of it. Yeah, ti was great to be out of the compound. She really disliked the fact that they had been "grounded". All because stick up her butt Domino had decided so. She did not kill anyone... it was Darklight who had tried to suffocate her. and she had reacted the only way she knew how in order to breathe. And that was to shut off the electrical impulses in the body. Survival instinct.

Sitting next to Jay, she smiled back at him. Yes, neither of them were trolling. They would leave that ti Ira. And when he put his arm around her, there was a muted shock, that continued for a few moments but after long enough contact, it subsided. It was always the first initial touch that was the worst.

"We can critique whatever he chooses." She laughed, the sound pleasant coming from her.

He rolled his eyes, pushing off the counter with an emphasized sigh. "You are so not fun. At all," he complained, putting a dramatic hand on his forehead. The fact that his two cohorts would not be joining in on the 'trolling' did not dissuade him in the least however. Actually, it was quite good in its own way-- he wasn't competing, but the attention was all on him, which worked quite well for the teen.
"Fine, but you're going to miss out on my fantastic and desireable company," he stated with a smirk, turning around and taking a sweeping glance around the room. Targets... targets... ah.

A brunette girl in the other side of the room by the extended counter, talking to who seemed to be a friend. She seemed too young to be in the bar as well, but she didn't seem much younger than him, maybe a year or even less. She wasn't wearing anything too note-worthy, at least not in his sense of the word, as he was quite used to his share of attractive women in more revealing outfits, but she had a calm sort of prettiness about her, not the glamour he usually went for, more intellect than his usual 'targets' at this game. If anything the other girl, a pretty blonde, that she was with seemed more a glamour type, but he had decided on the brunette girl and he would stick with that-- she was far from unattractive, just not oozing sexual appeal; something he was fine with, though he was sure he could have gone to the redhead he spotted in the other corner of the room for more of a success rate in flirting, as she seemed quite bored and without company.

But no, he was going with the brunette. Time for some juvenile machismo...or was all machismo juvenile to start with? Whatever. He was hitting on a girl, not analysing male psychology. With that distinction, he sauntered over to the other side of the room.
...and as he walked over, he remembered why he waited to jump in at this game until drunk. He didn't know how to flirt sober. Really, he didn't flirt at all when sober. And damn if he wasn't still sober. He still needed to remedy that... but while he was here he'd give a shot at this flirting thing. How'd he manage to do it so often and well when drunk anyhow?

He stepped towards the chosen brunette (and friend), sitting down next to her at the counter on the other side nonchalantly, catching her gaze and giving a characteristic grin, a mixture of cockiness, mischief and playfulness.
"Hi, I'm Ira Sands. Can I buy you a drink?"


[OOC: Tagging in Shadowcat, Psion and Magma. Chasm is indeed hitting on Shadowcat.]

It all seemed to be passing in a flash, and she was caught up in the middle of it all. This was her first real chance to see her new world from outside the safe walls of the Xavier compound. For the first time she felt like a normal teenager, sneaking out and going to a bar, preparing herself for any and all consequences for her actions if and when she would get caught. It was a thrill she had to admit, a venture that would have most likely have happened anyway had she not been inducted to the life of a mutant. Kitty Pryde wasn’t the type of girl who went out looking for trouble, far from it, but her boredom was enough to riddle strange occurrences it would seem. She’d never been into a bar; while the heart of Chicago wasn’t too far from her home in Deerfield the thought had never struck her to engage her curiosity.

“So this is the place you were talking about Paul?” she asked not attempting to mask any of her amazement at her surroundings. There was a fair bit of excitement going on around them, the music was loud and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something in her stomach. Whether it was nervousness or her ardent determination to have a good time it was hard to tell. Coming out of her peripheral, Kitty noticed a guy that appeared to be watching her with an intensity that she would have believed was better suited for Amara. She wasn’t anything that stuck out, and as usual she honestly found herself convinced that his eyes were truly focused on the blonde beside her.

"Hi, I'm Ira Sands. Can I buy you a drink?"

A moment, and no more than that passed between them before the realization hit that he’d in fact been talking to her. Slightly embarrassed, she tucked a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear.

“Hi… I’m Kitty Pryde, I’m sorry I didn’t realize…” she paused, chiding herself for sounding like an idiot, “Yea, a drink sounds ok.”

Paul couldn't hide his wide smile as he wandered into the bar with Kitty and Amara in tow. It was a roomy place with little enclaves here and there - lots of dark corners. It was musty and smoky and admittedly dank... but a group of under-21's couldn't be picky when it came to bar hopping. They had to take what they could get.

The little cluster of Generation X-ers had barely settled in behind the bar when Paul caught glimpse of another small group of young people not far from them. The girl he instantly recognized as a young woman named Sinn he had met not long before in the City. She was Brotherhood, he had discovered that by accident upon their first meeting. Throwing his usual ethics to the wind, a very quick scan of loose thoughts revealed the same about an awkward looking, if quite handsome, boy standing beside her. He was rail thin, but something about him was simultaneously bulky, like he was hiding a keg under his clothes.

Paul took the first sip of his drink before a cocky voice announced itself, clearly hitting on his companion. Kitty seemed a little taken aback, but then relaxed and responded to the flattery. It took a moment, but it dawned on Paul that this kid was with the group - he was a member of the Brotherhood too.

They were a dangerous group, to say the least, and the X-Men as a whole had been explicity warned to stay away from them. Brow furrowed, Psion leaned his head into clearer view around Kitty's. He wasn't in the mood for dealing with any of these people - he had snuck out to have fun. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling indicating that the alcohol was already going to his head, he touched Kitty's arm.

"Maybe we should find another bar." he said quietly.

Amara had never snuck out of anywhere except as a child when she wanted to ride a horse her father had strictly forbade. This was new but not something frivolous for her to be breaking rules when she feared being kicked out of the school. A good night out of the school boundries was something she had wished for, well it seemed like many weeks. Amara strode in beside her two companions her blonde locks pulled back into two long plaits that ran down the sides of her head. She had worn a simple pair of jeans and a tan top, now coming from Amara her jeans where simple but in truth they where low rise coming only to the top of her hips bones and tieing up the whole side of her legs. The top though covered the fact the pants where low, a tan tank top with a glittery look to it because the fact was she needed very little to cover her she naturally was warm blooded from having fire as a part of her.

Amara stayed close to her companions, not out of fear she feared little but just out of the sheer fact she had never seen a bar in her entire life she was a simple girl and a technophobe to boot. Blue eyes watched the entire place sweeping over the crowd. It was busy and seeminly exciting, but she could never tell really all things where exciting to her..she never admited this to others but it stuck with her alot of the time. She watched a young man come up to Kitty and to her surprise her female companion hadn't realized that he was talking to her, what did she think really. Amara knew that Kitty was a pretty girl in many different ways just by meeting her, one that was supposed to be pretty herself knew the cues that held beauty in them.

She eyed the young man he looked too skinny for her likeing, and her likeing was very limited to a select few whom gained her attention. Her attention was valuable a near royal woman like herself had to be picky, but other about her could be less. She looked at Paul for a moment when he spoke, she was confused what was it about these people that made him want to leave a perfectly fine place that they had gone to much trouble to get into. "Would we have the time to..I see nothing wrong here" she said to him still fully confused as to why he had mentioned this.

With her arm around Jay, she stood there, and just watched. The light shocks had subsided so she could freely touch Jay without annoying him. It was quite annoying in her own mind that she was always charged and that each and every time she touched someone she shocked them. Also depending on her mood, the level of shock varied. If she was calm, like now, they were mild, like a surge of static electricity from dragging your feet, or if it was windy. If she was emotional in any way, especially angry, they shocks could be... well near fatal. So she was glad now that she was calm, because she really di dnot wish to harm Jay.

She watched Ira as he scoped out the babes. A silly American term. Trolling is what she called and she and Jay were not there to do just that. They would let Ira have that fun and it did not take long before he found himself what looked like jailbait in her opinion. With the motion of her head, she let Jay know what she saw and when she saw a familiar face, she frowned. "Hey... I think we got a x-er on our hands."

There were three of them, just like there were three of themselves. She really did not wish to get into any trouble but she had a feeling that Ira was going to start something. He just had that troublemaker air about him.

A pause.
And then she answered, a moment later. Ah. Okay, so that was acceptance of his offering. Right. Good job, Ira. Good start. Right.
So.
What did she want to drink? Was he supposed to know? Seriously, he drank to get drunk, not for social reasons. How would he know what drink she'd want anyway? He just found out what her name was. But wait, who was this cutting in. This was so not in the book of male conduct. What was this guy, her brother?

Pointedly giving Kitty another grin, he turned to the bartender confidently and made his order.
"A drink for the lovely lady...something colorful." Most girls liked cocktails, right? Well if not, she should have specified. Anyway, he was buying, it was free booze, what was the problem there? "With an umbrella." What was with those useless pointless umbrellas anyway? Whatever.
Ordering done with, he turned back to the brunette though not before a glance at the blonde and the male, a brief glimpse of a cocky challenging gleam in his eyes as his gaze passed over the male. Ha, the blonde didn't want to leave and the brunette sure as hell wasn't going to (who would leave a free drink?). He was so winning. Heh.
His attention shifted to the brunette, he proceeded to completely ignore the existence of the other two X-students. Eh, they were unimportant.

"So you from around here? I don't frequent this place, but maybe I should."
Ira, Ira, Ira... you are so much better at flirting when you're drunk, you poor idiot.
Fortunately for the not so suave (but definitely cocky) teen, Kitty's drink arrived then, indeed with a cocktail umbrella.
Of course, it was then that the usual Ira-thing happened. An idea sparked. Most people would have such ideas and then the idea would simply move on along the train of thought and be forgotten. But of course, Ira being Ira, he immediately decided to act.

As the cocktail was placed in front of Kitty, he raised a hand, reaching for it, "Wait one second and I'll show you something amazing," the cockiness tipped into conceit in his excitement to show off, and he slid the cocktail glass across the counter, closer to the middle between Kitty and himself.
Meeting her eyes to make sure she was paying attention, he grinned and turned his gaze on the cocktail...

...promptly making it burst into a small flame, creating a spur-of-the-moment flaming cocktail.
No one said he was known for being secretive about his powers.

Softly, she felt Paul’s fingertips touch her arm bringing her attention back to her two companions. The tone of his voice, and his suggestion to find another bar seemed a bit sudden considering he’d already ordered himself something to drink. There was only one of two reasons for this that Kitty could find plausible enough to warrant his change of attitude. Either Paul had something against Ira fellow, or there was more to him than she knew about. Example being if he were to be a part of Magneto’s group, as she had never met any of them it would be hard to differentiate one from another.

“Is there something wrong Paul?” Kitty asked, her intuitive nature picking up on some of his emotions though not enough to tell whether or not he was irritated or just uncomfortable with the situation. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and spared a glance at Ira long enough to watch his mouth spread into a grin. A cocky one she mused, almost as if he were playing some sort of game. Granted, she had accepted his drink which would most likely be something fruity if it was colorful; not to mention it had one of those paper umbrellas that were completely useless. Not wanting to be rude to either party, she attempted to split her attention as best she could.

So you from around here? I don't frequent this place, but maybe I should.

“No I’m not actually, I just moved here recently… and to be honest, I’ve never actually been to this place before. So this is a first for me.” She smiled and stuffed one hand nervously into the pocket of her blue jeans, feeling awkward and not entirely sure of herself was one thing that Kitty couldn’t stand. But she’d never been good at this sort of thing, and no amount of practice was going to change it.

…I'll show you something amazing.

It was certainly the last thing she had expected, and her eyes widened as Ira slid the drink down towards her. Her glass had spontaneously held onto the flame that he had created before simmering out leaving just a small bit of steam around the rim of the glass. Yea, that was something amazing alright. Looked like she and her teammates weren’t the only mutants in the bar that night, she mused, which brought Kitty back to her deduction of Paul’s change in attitude.

Ira Sands was a mutant.

“I’d say that’s pretty original alright.” She said tonelessly wrapping her fingers around the glass briefly before letting it go.

[OOC: This thread was closed due to inactivity before it could be concluded. As it is a plot thread, admin decision was taken for the results and these results are available on the Plot List.]