snake in the club [OPEN]

[Medusa]

So easy to forget all of the little things we do like callin' for no reason
Just to say the words: "Baby, I love you."
A second doesn't go by without you crossin' my mind
Just take my hand, fall in love with me again

The music played harmoniously within the club as she stepped through the entryway. She was greeted by faces much like her own as they were not normal. Body modifiers were what people called these humans, and here it was easy for a mutant like herself to blend in. No one would stare or make any comments about what she could be. She was accepted, and that was something she never really had in her life. Medusa's one sapphire and all white eye (besides the black pupil) stared at the stage and smiled at the gothic looking band playing there. Their attire was no where near normal and they even had a violin being played, certainly not in its normal way, but still an enjoyable sound. Strutting forward, her black high top boots beat against the establishment's floor and each step seemingly went unnoticed by everyone around. Eyes closed, a smile began to cross Medusa's lips and she enjoyed the anonymity she was being given. Just another face in the crowd and this was what she wanted more than anything! After all, why should she hide who she is? Forcing people to see the real her gave her more pleasure than most could ever imagine. Black and white socks pocked out from the top of her boots, but the socks only went up to her knee before tattered, black nylons covered the rest. The large tears in the nylon made it impossible for it to cover much of anything of her thigh, but she didn't seem to care at all. In fact, she had another pair of tattered nylons upon her arms that was stretched and torn to the point it couldn't do its proper job. Laced gloves wrapped around Medusa's wrists and around the palm of her hand, but not her fingers. There was also a silver snake statuette wrapped within the glove on her right hand. Around her waist was a short, black skirt that was enough to cover her up to some degree and a silver belt was wrapped keenly around the waist of her skirt. Above her skirt, she was wearing a black, sleeveless vest that was laced together in the front with two silver snakes swirling upon her breasts. Anyone looking at her breasts would also notice the gold medallion around her neck, the one piece of jewelry that didn't seem to belong on her. Beyond that, she had black scales upon her forehead and curved around her eyes while her long hair, that was half black and blonde, was pulled into a pony tail. Because of that, everyone could see the sides of her head were shaved and could see the piercings within both of her ears. When she smiled, anyone looking may just look twice since she has four sharp fangs protruding from the top of her mouth. Finally, she wore dark black make-up around her eyes in order to complete her full look. Some would say she used too much, but she wouldn't care what they thought or said.

As she reached the bar counter, she leaned against the wood and stared at the woman behind it. This woman was busy with another patron, but Medusa had no problems watching the woman's ass wiggle as she went about her business, grabbing a glass and pouring some beer for her customers. Broken from her thoughts, a male bartender began to speak to Medusa and her eyes turned towards him. She knew him since he was here regularly, as was she, so she simply ordered her regular. Waiting for her drink, she turned to stare at the other patrons within the club and wondered what tonight would bring her. Since the Brotherhood was not doing anything special, as far as she knew, Medusa had the night to herself, so anything could be possible. Hearing the man's voice, Medusa turned around and snatched her bloody Mary from the counter and placed down a ten dollar bill. Taking a seat, she decided she would let someone come to her today since she wanted to see if anyone had the balls...

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[Jamie Madrox]

Being a mutant with the ability to duplicate ones' self had it's advantages: One loaf of bread could become a feast; one bottle of wine could become a session, and one very expensive, very nice gift could become mere trinkets that he'd give out to any woman that was willing to share his bed. It was a bad seduction technique, but the fact that he could make a woman feel like she was being serviced by two or three men usually tipped the scales in his favour.

The bad part about being a mutant? Being in a bar, talking to some young lady that had potential, only for someone to violently bump in to you. When you didn't see it coming, it was hard to brace, and poor Jamie Madrox had ended up being duplicated right in front of a bunch of humans. Yeah, that had made him popular.

So he'd left, and gone searching for a bar where "his kind" would be more welcome.

The place he ended up in wasn't exactly the most upper class of establishments, and some of the people he saw on the way in made him feel decidedly average, but that was what he'd been searching for after all. Stepping up to the bar, he smiled at the waitress that was wearing far too little, his somewhat boyish charm being enough to get a smile back from her. After ordering his drink, he turned, looking out at the dance-floor, his right elbow propped up on the bar while his left hand held his drink.

There was a woman only a few feet away, not looking in his direction. A quick look up and down gave him all he needed, and he smirked to himself as he spoke, though only to the back of her head for now. She'd turn around soon enough.

"Hey, how's it going; I'm Jamie. Mutant or something else?" He asked, guessing if she was in this bar, she'd know what to expect.

[Medusa]

So easy to forget all of the little things we do like callin' for no reason
Just to say the words: "Baby, I love you."
A second doesn't go by without you crossin' my mind
Just take my hand, fall in love with me again

The club seemed so very dull today, even with the given patrons within it. No one seemed overly special and that was starting to irritate Medusa as she took a sip from her liquor. Watching the patrons dance and mingle made Medusa think of the jungle. The lions lounging with the hyenas, and they were mingling like they were long lost friends. Why mutants had to try and mingle with humans was far beyond Medusa's thoughts. Certainly she was here to 'mingle' too, but she mostly wanted to use them while others actually wanted to try and save mankind from people like her. There was no reason why most of the humankind should even be alive in the first place. They were a selfish bunch that refused to share anything or accept anything they didn't understand. The moment something becomes different, they feel like they have to defend themselves. Sighing heavily, she rolled her eyes and then something happened. Everything changed when she heard a voice entering the air right behind her. Turning her attention towards the man talking to her, she rolled her eyes and shook her head as she saw Jamie. It was no surprise since she recognized the voice and Medusa just stared at him like he was fooling himself. "Mutant or something? Do you not know what you are. You poor little thing. Next you will be forgetting your name and that you won't get laid tonight. Perhaps you should go see a doctor about your memory," she smirked at him.

Since they were both apart of the Brotherhood, Medusa certainly knew who he was and was honestly surprised he didn't recognize the back of her head. After all, he saw it quite often. Medusa might be a woman who sleeps with nearly anyone, but with her, she tends to look at personality than anything else. And Jamie was not really someone she was interested in for so many reasons. First, he was just an odd man, but the main thing she didn't like was his power. It was just...freaky. Medusa was no fan of anything that involved groups. The fact she was in Brotherhood was enough of a group thing for her. Beyond that group, she wouldn't be ending up in any others, at least as far as she knew right now. Dropping that thought, Medusa turned her attention back to the crowd as she took a long sip from her bloody Mary. Yet, seeing these people still made Medusa wonder why Jamie was here. Curious, she turned back to stare at Jamie, "So, what brings the asexual man here? Don't you normally try to seduce yourself a good human or two? Or are you here so you can truly show yourself to the real world and not be judged too much or even turned in to the authorities?" she queried him rather bluntly, even throwing in her little 'insult' of calling him an asexual, mostly because he can duplicate himself.

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[Jamie Madrox]

When the lovely lady turned around to look at him, Jamie almost threw up his drink on the spot. Fuck you peripheral vision. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Prick. Jamie tried to compose himself, the shock having caught him off guard. She wasn't a bad looking woman; not at all, she just really wasn't his type. By that, he wasn't a big fan of the snakes. Those little fuckers might bite. Then again, so might she.

"Mutant or something? Do you not know what you are. You poor little thing. Next you will be forgetting your name and that you won't get laid tonight. Perhaps you should go see a doctor about your memory,"

Jamie had to hide the smirk that threatened to appear now that he realised that he hadn't recognised the back of her head. Jamie could do that with certain women, but only once he'd had a much closer look. Not surprisingly, miss slithery here wasn't one of the lucky few.

"So, what brings the asexual man here? Don't you normally try to seduce yourself a good human or two? Or are you here so you can truly show yourself to the real world and not be judged too much or even turned in to the authorities?"

Jamie gave a snicker, taking a large sip of his drink before he finally answered.

"Accidental duplication. I was too much man for them to handle, I guess." He said, a little cockiness showing through.

"I needed a drink; besides, it's good to be around the less pretentious people of the world. Well, mostly." He said, shooting back his own minor insult, not really bothered if she took offence or not.

Jamie wasn't underestimating her, nor was he judging her in any sort of way; this was just a back and forth between two people that knew one another, and he was sure that by morning they would have forgotten about the entire thing. Besides, he wasn't out to cause trouble in the ranks; the Brotherhood had work to do.

[Medusa]

So easy to forget all of the little things we do like callin' for no reason
Just to say the words: "Baby, I love you."
A second doesn't go by without you crossin' my mind
Just take my hand, fall in love with me again

It was nice that they could easily exchange such insulting banter that most people would view as them hating each other, but it wasn't quite like that. Honestly, she didn't mind Jamie, just had no desire of spending a night in his bed, least not naked. Beyond her lack of desire to sleep with him, she didn't find him to be a bad guy at all. So, she had a type of respect for him, even if others didn't see it in her words. So, when he returned the banter, she viewed it as a wonderful thing since both of them clearly had a good sense of humor. Most people she picked on took it personal and flipped out, which simply made Medusa do it even more! What can she say, she's a shrew. There was no hiding that fact, so Medusa wore it proudly upon her for the entire world to see and mock her for. 'Accidental duplication?,' she repeated to herself before simply shaking her head at Jamie's words, "Well, that just means those girls won't find out that you are a premature ejaculater, so count your blessings, dear," she jested with a bright smile spreading over her lips.

Finishing off her bloody Mary, she turned towards the bartender and ordered herself some rum now. It was about time for something stronger after all. 'Hope you don't drink enough for Jamie to look pretty

,' she giggled to herself. When he returned the insult, she laughed at his comment. Turning her head to stare at him, she batted her eyes playfully, "Aw, you really do care enough to watch me then. How sweet of you, but that will not get you laid, little boy," she smirked. As her new drink arrived, she took a good long sip from it and let the alcohol burn on its way down. She always enjoyed a good drink like rum or whiskey. The burn reminded her she was only human, plus it made her cold body warmer. On that thought though, Medusa waved down the tender again, "Get me two Irish car bombs my good friend!" she exclaimed with a bright smile and the man just laughed at her, "Too kind," she giggled before bringing her attention to Jamie, "So, have you ever had an Irish car bomb or are you one of those light weight drinkers?" she practically challenged Jamie as she stared at him, awaiting his reply.

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[Jamie Madrox]

"Well, that just means those girls won't find out that you are a premature ejaculater, so count your blessings, dear,"

Jamie snickered. Wouldn't she like to know. In all honesty Jamie had considered once or twice what it would have been like to take a roll in the snake pen with her, though he knew that, as nice an experience as it might have been (because she definitely came across as someone who knew her way around a bedroom), you didn't shit where you ate. Shame, though...

There was another bit of back and forth between them, both of them finishing their drinks in the time. She even made a crack at the barmaid, though Jamie hoped the woman would have recognised that Medusa was just busting his balls. She was, right?

"Aw, you really do care enough to watch me then. How sweet of you, but that will not get you laid, little boy,"

Little? Ha. Even though he knew she was kidding, he still took a moment to remind himself that he'd never had any complaints before. And that was just with one of him. Not that he liked to gloat about it... Well, not much.

"So, have you ever had an Irish car bomb or are you one of those light weight drinkers?"

His brow shot up, indicating that he was laughing at her, at least on the inside. So she wanted to go there, did she?

"I don't know what that is... So sure, hit me." He said, accepting her "challenge".

[Medusa]

So easy to forget all of the little things we do like callin' for no reason
Just to say the words: "Baby, I love you."
A second doesn't go by without you crossin' my mind
Just take my hand, fall in love with me again

Unluckily for Jamie, he would never have a chance to roll with Medusa anywhere. She was far too picky in her selection process to the point Jamie wouldn't even be in the selection category. Only reason Medusa actually did put up with Jamie was because they were both with the Brotherhood. If they didn't have that one thing in common, Medusa probably wouldn't even bother talking to him. Yet, the shared that one thing in common and that was enough to make Medusa feel rather sad for herself. Either way, she ignored the fact that Jamie was nothing more than a dog in human skin and stared at the bartender as he approached with the shots. There were two glasses. One was a little whiskey glass with Guinness within and the other was a small shot glass full of, well, Medusa wasn't quite sure, it just had a light chocolate hue to it.

Hearing that Jamie was willing to take the challenged, Medusa gave a deviant grin and picked up one of the small shot glasses, "Follow my lead then," was all she stated before she dropped the shot glass into the other and drank the entire thing all at once. The moment the liquid hit her tongue, she could only taste chocolate. With the liquid rushing down her throat as she let every drop go down, she slammed her glass down and began to taste the alcohol she just had. "Another," she informed the bartender as she turned to stare at Jamie. Her mind instantly began to wonder how many it would take to get him drink. One was almost always enough to get the newbies buzzed while the second could send them to the bathroom. A bright smile crossed her lips as the second round of Irish car bombs arrived. Instead of instantly turning to it, she drank some of her rum, letting that alcohol burn her throat. Her mind was always beginning to fog over slightly, but not enough to affect her judgment, luckily.

"So, beyond your incompetence, what else has the asexual man been up to?" she queried, curious to know what assignments he was doing, if any. Often Medusa found that there was actually very little to do in the name of Magneto until he had a full blown plan. At the moment, no one was quite sure what he had in mind besides his close few. That meant people like Medusa were not in the loop and that sucked. Setting her rum down, she picked up the shot glass, dropped it in and drank her second Irish car bomb without stopping. The alcohol causing her to shiver as it warmed her insides and a pleasant smile crossing over her lips. Oh how she enjoyed drinking on an empty stomach.

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[Jamie Madrox]

((apologies for the late reply. really.))

"Follow my lead then," she said, and he watched as she downed the drink without any hesitation.

"Another," she added, and his brow rose as he wondered how much she was actually going to drink.

Was there a fire somewhere? In her heart perhaps? It was possible, and the thought amused him to the extent that he let himself smile a little, keeping his joke to himself. He was far too relaxed to have any kind of competition with her, nor did he feel the need to prove anything to her or to himself. He was just here for the company, the alcohol, and the unlikelihood of him getting lynched because he accidentally duplicated himself.

"So, beyond your incompetence, what else has the asexual man been up to?"

Jamie smirked.

"Nothing much, though I have a feeling I'm going to have to fight you off very soon. All this hostility, and I haven't even done anything to deserve it. Not that I'm usually on great terms with the women in my life, but you seem to be taking it a bit too far so I'm left wondering if this is just you trying to deny yourself what you really want." He said, pretty much goading her, but doing it playfully.

He was sure she had no interest in him, as much as it was her loss. He then picked up and downed the concoction she had ordered for him, licking his lips as he put the glass down.