2013-02-19 After Midnight Discoveries

-[Westchester]

Xavier Institute - Lounge

This is a room that was built, quite plainly, to relax. The elegance of the rest of the mansion is somewhat more understated here. The walls are paneled in brightly polished hardwood, adorned with framed posters in place of paintings or photographs; many are classic movie posters or nature scenes. The floor is carpeted in a burgundy Berber, the whole room serviceable and relatively easy to clean. Against the far wall stands a rather large wall-screen television with several gaming systems hooked up to it, all enclosed by a pair of well worn leather couches and three matching armchairs. Several custom-built computer systems sit on a table nearby, clearly meant for play rather than study, as they are equipped with many popular games. A pool table and an air hockey table fill out the far side of the room, while the opposite corner has a small cubicle separating it and several bean bags for sitting. A small table holds an assortment of books and magazines, while a music player with three sets of headphones provides for a relaxing diversion from a room that can sometimes get quite noisy.

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Late evening at the mansion during the week usually means the students are tucked away in their beds within the dorms, thus giving the staff (and others) an hour or three to unwind 'after work'. Thing with being teachers and mentors? One is almost NEVER at that 'after work' moment. In order to get any chance of privacy, one has to leave the grounds. Without being seen.

For a teleporter, that's more than easy. That's.. elementary.

Coming home is just as easy.

Now, stretched out on the couch, the blue elf has a bottle of beer in hand, and yellow eyes are at half mast. Sitting up slowly, Kurt shifts such that his feet touch the floor, and he leans back on the couch, free hand rising to press against his temples.

Gloria doesn't work here so that 'after work' thing... Yeah, it doesn't really apply to her. Still, she knows others are asleep and she's polite enough to keep quiet as she comes in.

With her skills as a thief being put to use, she makes her way up the stair case despite the heels she has on. Seems as if the young woman had decided to go out for the night. It happens occasionally.

She cleans up well too! A black backless contail dress with a V neckline, black heeled sandal shoes and her hair done up in layers to make it appear longer than it is... She had quite the night out!

When she reaches the lounge, there's the faintest smile as she notes Kurt. "Headache?" One brow arches at him, an analytical look in her eyes.

Blink. Blink.

All's quiet.. was quiet until.. and rolling his head forward slowly, Kurt blinks yellow eyes again and offers a smile, "Guten Ab-- Good evening, Fraulein," comes slowly and deliberately. Sitting up a little more, he looks.. surprised that there's a bottle in his hand, and leaning forward, sets it right on the coffee table. "Just coming in, oder aus?"

There's a tiny smirk given. "One of these days... You'll have to stick to a single nickname for me, bear..." Walking over, Risque gives a small nod of her head. "I am." She looks at the beer then back to Kurt and once again that brow rises. "Everything alright, Kurt?" And yes, that's genuine concern in her voice.

There's a moment when Kurt looks confused at her response, not quite catching the fact that half of his question was actually in German. And Gloria doesn't speak German. At all. "Ah.. in?" Beat? "Or out?" He's going to take 'in' for the time being unless otherwise corrected. He nods his head slowly, "Ja.. it is." and he makes the attempt to smile, "just.. has been awhile." He pauses for a moment, his brain only now catching up. "Bear?"

"Softer than a teddy bear so... Bear." Gloria gives a small shrug of her shoulders. "And in. It's rare but I do occasionally clean myself up and go out... Grab a drink and do a little dancing." Her head tilts. "So... I repeat my earlier question... Headache? What brought about the decision to imbibe tonight, if I may ask..."

Kurt laughs at the answer, and he quirks his head before he lifts a three-fingered hand to his lips, offering a "Shhh.. don't tell anyone about that. If you do? I will never hear the end of it." The grin remains behind; he doesn't seem overly worried, or concerned about it. Leaning forward, he nods his head slowly. "You look very nice. I'm sure your gentleman friend appreciated it." She does clean up rather well! Far cry from the trainers she was wearing the other morning. As for why, however, the fuzzy blue elf shrugs his shoulders, though he sits a little straighter.. pleased with himself. "Drinking mitt a freundin. Wanted to see if I could be bested." He is German, after all!

His laughter draws a bit of a wider smile from Gloria and she winks. "Not a word to anyone. I promise." Of course, the compliment gets a wry laugh from her as well as the faintest blush. "No gentleman friend. I'm a little too intimidating for most men to even bother trying and those that do find my general personality rather off-putting. Thank you, however, for the compliment."

She lifts a hand, making a spinning motion with one finger. "Put your back to me." And then she smirks. "So... Were you?" She can't imagine someone being able to outdrink him, even if he does seem rather mild most of the time. It's always the quiet ones you have to worry about!

"I think it was a tie," Kurt murmurs. "But I am still standing.. sort of."

Nodding, Kurt looks convinced, mostly. Glowing yellow eyes peer back at her, "Because mein freund, Doktor McCoy.. he is blue und furry as well. Und I think he would be jealous of the attention." Uh huh.

There's a moment when his brows rise and a chuckle sounds. "Intimidating? In that dress? Men are fools," Kurt makes his declaration even as he is directed to turn. "Back.. to you." Beat. "Oh.. ja." It takes him a moment, but as he does, his tail swings around and lays flat against the cushions. "Why?"

Kicking the heels off, Gloria tucks her feet under her and reaches up with both hands to rub his temples as she caught him doing when she came up. "Because this would be difficult otherwise..."

That blush deepens slightly. "Thanks, Kurt." And then a mischivious glint twinkles in those deep brown depths. "You drink with me some time, baby. We'll see if you're still standing afterwards." A challenge??

Kurt's blue fuzz is soft at his temples; not too long, though his darker indigo hair falls over her hands. The temple massage brings a grunt of appreciation, and a couple of times, he sucks in a breath, ending with yet another grunt. Yellow eyes close, and his voice is soft, "Kill me now und I will die a happy man."

One eye opens slowly, and then the other.. and a soft chuff of breath escapes the elf in a quiet laugh. "That is a dangerous challenge, fraulein.. you forget we are born with beer in our veins. Only to be replaced with coffee when it warrants it." *grunt*

There's a soft and warm laughter from Gloria at his reaction. "You are entirely too easy to please if this is all it takes. I give wonderful back rubs." The temple massage continues, her fingers applying a gentle pressure in a circular motion.

She leans forward and around to look at him as much as she can, a smirk on her lips. "And I'm Cuban, babe. Besides... Danger just lets ya know you're still alive!"

"You have .." Grunt. ".. strong fing-- ja.." Grunt. "I could curl up.." and even when he says it, his tail curls, sliding up the back cushion of the couch. Kurt rolls his head back, his eyes closed. It's a long few heartbeats, where it's almost possible that the elf did drop off to sleep, but he does respond. "I don't mind being told I am alive without it." Not an adrenaline junkie, though he does enjoy activity. It keeps him in form..

There's a pleased little smile on Gloria's lips when he lays his head back. Her hands move with his head. The massage of his temples continues for a few more moments before she moves them to his scalp. "I never said it was the prefered way to have it proven, bear. There are certainly others that are better." She looks down at him a moment before speaking again. "The gymnastics you were doing the other day... Could you teach me?"

It is probably a strange feeling.. like giving a cat's face a massage when it comes to the blue fuzz. It's not bristly like 'normal' facial hair. Kurt grunts again and can feel himself growing boneless. He'd nod acknowledgment, but.. well.. face. Massage. It feels good! "Hmmm?" It would be so easy to fall asleep; just a quick 'port to bed and out! But, he doesn't. He can.. stay awake. "Oh.. the gymnastics. Ja. I could. That was basic, there. Handsprings for physical therapy." He holds out his right hand, and the blue fuzz is now just starting to grow back on darkened scar. He pulls his sleeve up, and his forearm was .. well, it's covered with the same dark scar tissue now, with the short blue fuzz now making something of a comeback. "It is still sore. But I can teach you. I can spot you."

She likes the feel of that fur and could easily get used to running her fingers through it. She's about to respond when he shows his hand and forearm. Her eyes scan over it, lingering on the scar. One hand leaves his scalp to reach out and let her fingertips lightly trace it. "What happened?," is asked softly. Her other hand continues to run her fingers through his fur, long nails lightly running along the scalp. "Not until you're healed..." She won't be the reason he hurts.

Kurt pauses as he shows his arm. He doesn't keep it up for long, however. "Bomb.. a week.. und a half ago? In the Bronx." It had it the newspaper. Church in the Bronx, Old St. Anthonys, had been taken by a mutant and explosives were set.. and detonated. Of course, the X-Men weren't referenced in the articles.. at all. Anywhere. "Not everyone there was as fortunate as I."

Kurt's not looking for sympathy, he truly isn't. Flexing his hand slowly, he chuckles softly. "I would not have any problem with helping you. You just need to remember you must be-" Grunt. ".. light on your feet." His hair is dark and fine, very much like the fuzz on his face, though it smells of cigarette smoke and bar. And that musky scent of dried sweat.

"I am sorry, fraulein.." His voice is a whisper that's filled with regret. "I should go to sleep.. as much as I wish to remain."

Looking for sympathy or not, it bothers Gloria that he was hurt. Which is a new thing for her. She doesn't really care. About anyone. There's the attempt to pull the arm up as she lowers her head to kiss it. "I'm sorry you were hurt."

Of course, then she has to shoot him a smirk. "I'm a thief. Light on my feet is part of the job description, baby."

That whisper though draws a smile from her and she runs her fingers through his hair one more time before leaning in to kiss his cheek and then his temple. "Good night, handsome. Sleep sweet," is whispered in return as she pulls her hands back.