11940/Burritos and Bars

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Burritos and Bars
Date of Scene: 09 July 2022
Location: Brooklyn
Synopsis: And here we see the rare and elusive Scott outside his natural habitat, imbibing beers with one of his chums and consuming his prey; the gigantic burrito. Crikey, that's a gigantic burrito.
Cast of Characters: Warren Worthington, Scott Summers




Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren drives into Brooklyn in a black Escalade. "Aniyah, gotta call you later, I'm out for a bit. If anyone from GantBio calls, just get the information we talked about and set up some face time for me. Make them feel special, you know the drill. Gotta go," he says and then hangs up the call. Warren drives along one of the high fences at the Red Hook Container Terminal. The port never sleeps, so there is plenty of traffic in the evening. Passing by east gate, there is also plenty of foot traffic heading to the business that cater to longshoremen and crews. Warren finds parking and makes his way up the block until he reaches the aptly, if unoriginally named Burrito Gigante. Famous for, well, giant burritos. And for being right next to The Foc'sle, popular with local and visiting captains and officers.

Warren leans against back against street light pole, flexes his wings a little and waits. In loafers, jeans exposing the ankles and an altogether too expensive cream t-shirt, he is out of place, but it's New York. Nobody notices. Warren smiles at a pair of passing women with Italian names on blue uniforms and chuckles to himself.

Scott Summers has posed:
It has not been often that Scott Summers has ventured very far from the Institute or at the very least Westchester. Between the students and the X-Men, between teaching and training and the various administrative tasks he takes on to help insure that the school continues to function at the level required -- okay, the level that he demands -- there isn't exactly a lot of leftover time to get out and do... much of anything really. But school is out for summer. He is rather out of excuses for avoiding getting out and about for a time. So here he is, in Brooklyn. Actually out without the excuse of some mission or fieldtrip or anything else 'official'.

He had probably better watch himself. Scott might just have a good time.

It is only a few minutes before he walks up along the sidewalk, one hand lifting as he spots his old friend already present. "Hope I didn't keep you long," he says casually, the corners of his mouth twisting upward as he notes both the Burrito Gigante sign and the local bar close by. "One stop shopping tonight, hmmm?" he comments casually.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Efficient! Get a giant burrito here, hide it over there," Warren jokes gesturing between the little restaurant and the pub. "C'mon, there's a table still inside. You like service types, right? Coast Guard?"

Warren grins devilishly and holds the door to Burrito Gigante open for Scott. The smell hits right in the soul and the appetite. The oranges, yellows and browns of the decor and the family photos on the wall by the counter are quaint, but homey. Two young women in US Coast Guard uniforms are in the process of ordering takeout. Warren winks at Scott, but leaves them alone. He points to the lone empty table, over by the wall, and the middle aged man at the counter helping the Coast Guard officers nods. There are menus on the table already, along with a napkin dispenser offering its cheap, brown salvation from pending messes.

"I haven't been here in forever," Warren comments to Scott. "Actually. I haven't been a lot of places in a while. School's still standing though, you're doing well. It's almost like when I go away for six months it gets easier to run."

Scott Summers has posed:
Hey, if nothing else you just know that Scott can appreciate the efficiency of multitasking, right? All the easier to cover off all bases. "Fair enough," he allows with a quiet chuckle, arching a brow his friend's way and glancing briefly towards where some of those service types are gathered, drifting towards the entrance of the club. "Mmmmm, well, if nothing else it might make for a change of pace..." he says before chuckling once more and slipping through the door into the restaurant.

It might not be dinning at it's finest, but it is familiar and offers a certain comfort from that perspective. "I haven't really either, though occasionally someone brings in from here. Not quite the same without the color scheme, is it?" he says drily as he glances around. As Warren all but points out the two women in uniform, Scott smirks at his old friend and gives a small shake of his head. Other times, other places it would be easy to be envious of his easy manner with the fairer sex. Scott might be a bit of a perfectionist, but that's one skill he definitely has not entirely mastered. Then again, maybe no man really does.

"Just be careful what you choose to pack into that burrito if you have designs tonight," he says drily as he slips into his seat. "And I don't know aobut that, though it might be worthwhile making a chart to compare what repair expenses are with you around and when you're not," he suggests with just a hint of a smile. "Though in all seriousness we all miss you up there," he adds on a somewhat more serious note.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren lounges in his chair. "I know, I know," Warren allows. "It wasn't..."

"Hello my friends! I haven't seen you in a long time, what can I get you?" Matias, the middle aged man from the counter asks. "Where have you been? My niece is heartbroken, she thinks you two don't like her anymore."

It was never quite clear whether he owned the place or haunted it, but he was always there. Sometimes serving, sometimes eating. And his niece was adorable, six years old, and had a habit of befriending regulars. Warren turns his attention to Matias and chats briefly before ordering. He waits for Scott to make order and thanks Matias.

Warren looks back to Scott after Matias goes and smiles a little wryly. "It was Kitty," Warren admits. "I know, I know... But it was different. And then, we weren't and. I dunno, Scott. It wasn't like with Alison or whoever. I just, needed to be away for a while." Warren looks uncharacteristically sheepish. He runs a hand through his hair. "Stupid. I'll make it up to everyone though, I'm really back this time. Maybe some things you and the Prof said are sinking in. I want to really be 'there' again. You know?"

Scott Summers has posed:
There are days when it almost seems like Scott has forgotten how to smile entirely but that familiar voice brings back a whole lot of memories. Not necessarily better than the present. But maybe a little simplier. A little easier. A genuine smile slides across the dark haired young man's features and he dips his head towards the seemingly ever-present Matias. "It's good to see you again. You're right of course, it's been way too long," he agrees. "Give our best to your niece," he adds, making small talk for another minute or so before he adds his order to Warren's. The place is busy tonight -- as it usually is. Can't hog all of his attention.

And he's not the only one that Scott needs to catch up on.

Of course that all makes sense, and the smile fades from Scott's face, turning back to the other man and nodding his head in understanding. "Got you. That sort of thing is always difficult," he agrees quietly. "And don't feel like I'm trying to guilt trip you for not being around. Just know that we miss you up there. Kitty's a big girl. She can take seeing you. Hopefully you're managing too," he adds quietly before a brief smile slips over those usually solemn features once more. "It must be the Professor. I can't believe you'd start taking anything I said to heart after all this time," he says, almost slyly.

My my, is Scott actually teasing Warren? He is in rare form tonight.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren snerks and the moment passes. The boyish grin comes back. "Hey, I listen all the time. Good thing, too. I took some kids out the other night... We could have used you in charge. Just works better."

The winged mutant seems to relax entirely. It is hard to keep him seriously or down for long. "I actually ran into Kitty a week or two ago, she came by. You're right, she's fine, I gave my head a shake, it's all fine now," Warren says, and waves a hand. "What about you? Even you can't be working all the time. I mean you could, but I hope you're not. How are /you/?"

Scott Summers has posed:
Hey, everyone has their gifts, the things that they are just good at. Maybe it's gift for tactics, maybe it's that ingrained sense of responsibility, but Scott does make a fairly good field leader. He might not be very many students favorite teacher but he is one whose lessons probably grow on them over the years as they grow and mature. "Hey, so long as you all came back in one piece," he says with a smile before makring a show of arching a brow. "You did all come back in one piece, right? Right?"

Ph yes, he's in fine form tonight.

"Good. Glad to hear that it hasn't really effected either of you irrevocably," he says quietly, growing more serious once more. "Throwing us all into tight quarters and stressful situations does seem to sort of amp up those relationships. And the issues that come with them," he admits before arching a brow once more. "You don't think I can work all the time, do you? Hold my beer," he counters with a brief self-depricating smirk. "On the whole I'm good. Yes, probably a little too focused on work admittedly. But that's why I'm here tongiht, right>?" he points out.

It might not be everyone's cup of tea, but a good, nostalgic meal, old friends, and maybe, just maybe a couple of attractive uniformed women? It might just be the cure for what ail's ya.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Matias returns with burritos, Coronas, a few stories about his niece and a belly laugh, then vanishes again.

Warren laughs and shakes his head. "All came back, I promise. Somehow we ended up in the woman's washroom falling out of a stall together... And actually not like that, I swear, I leave the students alone," Warren says with a big grin. He picks up one of the beers and holds it out to cheers with his teammate. "To stressful situations, amping up, and too much work."

Scott Summers has posed:
They definitely do lead interesting lives. Maybe that's a given for anyone who comes of age in a place with a jet hanger under the basketball court.

"I'm afraid to ask," Scott admit with a slow shake of his head. But he smiles, however faint so there is that. "We do seem to find ourselves in some pretty unusual places," he conceeds. He offers a nod to Matias, plucks up that beer and raises it in turn, clinking it against Warrens. "And to a change of pace. Every once in awhile. I'll drink to that," he says.