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om_mainIrvine takes Selphie to Luornu's birthday party, but Selphie doesn't seem to think it's a date -- despite Irvine's best efforts to flirt his ass off.
Irvine had been absolutely convinced that he was asking Selphie on a date when he invited her to Lu's birthday party with him. This was his chance, after all the care he'd taken to get her to notice him, to present himself as the Perfect Boyfriend Candidate. So, when Selphie declared that wasn't he sweet to help her meet new people, Irvine had been blindsided -- cartoon stars practically swirling around his head -- and he'd stupidly agreed that, yep, that was exactly what he wanted to do.
Now his Date was not quite a Date and he couldn't really figure out how that had happened.
Still, he put his best foot forward, showing up at Selphie's door to escort her to the club in his best pair of black jeans, scrubbed-up leather boots, and a dark purple shirt with a vest that (if he did say so himself) brought out the darker hints in his eyes. Irvine was a gentleman through and through, and had spent hours cleaning up his truck so Selphie couldn't possibly mind riding in it to the city.
The club was a whole lot more up-town than Irvine was used to, but there was music and there were friends, so he was only a little bit nervous to introduce Selphie around. "Grab a drink first?" he suggested. "I'll give ya the skinny on everybody here tonight."
"Sure!" Selphie said as she bounced next to him. The truck didn't get any comment, they were more common than cars where she was from. It was neat to dress up a little though, hair curled up at the ends matched the perky, sunshine yellow sundress she was wearing. The ankle boots didn't quite go, but she was going to be comfortable, darn it! Of course, barely having any heel at all on them, Irvine towered over her, but that was okay too.
Irvine thought she was the prettiest girl in the world no matter what, and he only had eyes for Selphie out of every other person in the club. "Soda?" he asked. "Lu says nobody's checking IDs so you can have a beer if ya want. I ain't drinking, myself, but you get what you want." After all, he had to drive them back home, and nothing was worth endangering his girl.
"Lu's the one up there," Irvine added, with a gesture toward the birthday girl. "But, uh, she might be somewhere else around, too. Her power is she can split into three. You can tell 'em apart by the eyes. Orange Lu's the one in the band with me and she's a sweetheart. Purple's a little wild."
Selphie wrinkled her nose at the offer of a beer, she didn't get the appeal. All of that was just completely gross. "Soda would be great," she said with another smile. "I wonder how she keeps all of everything straight with more than one of her. I couldn't even imagine more than one of me, I think there'd be too many things that might go boom." Okay, so she babbled a little.
It was the cutest babble Irvine had ever heard. He loped over to the bar and pulled up a corner of it, gallantly gesturing one of the seats for Selphie, and asked the server for a couple of Cokes, but in wine glasses. No reason they couldn't look fancy, right? "I don't know, but she seems to work it out okay. She can come back together again, but I ain't seen that and I ain't sure I want to. But I reckon we got just the perfect number of you," he added with a grin, sliding her the wineglass of soda when it arrived.
"Flattery," Selphie said with a little wrinkle of her nose but she was smiling all the same. Irvine was pretty cute and being flirty aside, he'd been a gentleman. It was nice, she thought, sometimes these East-coasters just had not manners.
"Honesty," Irvine countered, filled up with so much energy just at the sight of her smile that it all came out in a rush of informative chatter. "Now, the rest of the band is easy to spot. There's Jay over there with the big ol' red feather wings, he's our front man. He won the genetic lottery with that mutation there. He can fly with 'em, too, they don't just look cool. Then there's Piotr, our drummer -- just look for the biggest guy around. Total sweetheart, don't let 'im fool ya."
Selphie's eyes widened a little at the sight of the dark haired boy, he was bigger than most of the men she'd known. It wasn't just the tall, it was the wide! "Goodness, how does he fit anywhere like that?"
Irvine laughed, but it was warm with affection. "Real careful. He was my roommate last year, too. You wouldn't think he could fit in anything in one of them dorm rooms, but he made it work. Big ol' Russian teddy bear, he is. Now, the last fella in the band is Cal Rankin, and his power is mimicking other folks' powers. Lemme see... there he is. Now there's somebody you gotta watch out for," he confided, pointing out the cheerful-looking blond young man not far off. "He loves copyin' powers, and if he likes yours, he'll be buggin' you to copy it over and over."
She blinked a little wider and then wrinkled her nose. "I think that'd be a terrible idea," Selphie said. "I can barely point them in the right direction and really, really don't want him setting things on fire by accident!"
Aw hell, Selphie was the cutest, most adorable person in the whole world, and Irvine was a little starry-eyed just looking at her when she made that face. He stammered stupidly around his response. "Well, uh, you... you just tell 'im that, and give 'im a big smile, and I betcha he'll do anything you say."
"Now that's just silly," Selphie said with a playful push against him. "But if you think it'll work I'll try it!"
"Silly's my middle name," Irvine protested, though even a little nudge like that just about left him reeling. "Irvine 'Silly' Kinneas, it's on the adoption certificate!"
"Oh, are you adopted too?" Selphie said with a bright smile. "Me too." Twice technically, but as she didn't much remember the first one...
Irvine's grin softened and warmed like melting butter. Yeah, he knew. "Yer folks nice?" he asked, hoping he sounded casual about it.
"Umm..." Selphie sighed and shrugged a little. "Kinda? I mean, they were nice to me but they got into some not good stuff. I'm not really supposed to talk about it though."
"I ain't one to pry," Irvine was quick to promise. That 'not good stuff' -- was that why Selphie didn't remember Matron's? The Professor had cautioned him not to push on that. He didn't have the past to rely on... which was a weird place to be for someone who remembered everything. "And I don't mind havin' something in common with you. Something that don't go boom," he added with a quick grin, in case he'd gotten too serious, there.
"It's good to be well rounded," Selphie said solemnly. Well, mostly, the little smile couldn't help but peek out. He was such a sweetheart!
Hell yeah! Irvine was pretty sure she was considering flirting with him. He leaned on the bar with his soda. "Oh yeah? You got any suggestions? Maybe I oughtta take up knitting?"
"Maybe, if it was colder around here," she said with a little grin. "I'm pretty sure it can't be as bad as back home though."
"It gets plenty chilly and it does snow, but not like up in Montana where you dig a tunnel out the front door just to get to school -- cause they don't call off school," Irvine chuckled, remembering this with apparent fondness.
"Sounds like Minnesota," Selphie said as she made a face. "I mean, skating was the most fun and we always went sledding and stuff but brrrrrrr."
"Watch out when the snow falls, we got an Olympic-level snowboarder on staff," Irvine noted. "He likes to use the roof as a ramp. Don't want you gettin' in trouble, now."
"You're pulling my leg," Selphie said sternly. "That's the silliest thing ever and it'd be dangerous!"
Irvine held up both hands, showing them empty and definitely not pulling on anybody's leg. "I seen it myself! Beaubier is real serious about danger. Though..." He cracked into a grin again. "I'd pay good money to see you tellin' him he's the silliest thing ever."
"Well, why not?" Selphie said, hands on her hips as she huffed. "That's a terrible example to set!" That she was saying it, who was overly fond of things that went boom, was totally besides the point.
Irvine didn't know Jean-Paul well at all, but Northstar had a certain reputation both inside and outside the school. One thing he did know was that if Selphie ever did give him a piece of her mind, it was going to be hilarious. "You tell 'im, Seffie," Irvine agreed, doing his best not to laugh. "You wanna dance, by any chance?"
"I can try!" she said brightly. It really wasn't something she'd done much either. Hmf. "If you don't mind me stepping on your feet a whole lot." The nickname wasn't something she'd heard before either but for some reason, it gave her all kinds of warm fuzzies.
She had always been Seffie in his head. Irvine didn't even realize he'd said it. "What else are feet for?" he laughed, offering her his hand.
"And you've got plenty to step on," she teased as she took the hand. "You're too darn tall!"
"I'll get to work on shrinkin'," Irvine promised, keeping Selphie's hand in a careful, light clasp like the most precious thing in the world. She'd agreed to dance with him, and even if it was a quick club song with a steady beat and not the most romantic tune ever, it was a start. There was nowhere else Irvine wanted to be.
Irvine had been absolutely convinced that he was asking Selphie on a date when he invited her to Lu's birthday party with him. This was his chance, after all the care he'd taken to get her to notice him, to present himself as the Perfect Boyfriend Candidate. So, when Selphie declared that wasn't he sweet to help her meet new people, Irvine had been blindsided -- cartoon stars practically swirling around his head -- and he'd stupidly agreed that, yep, that was exactly what he wanted to do.
Now his Date was not quite a Date and he couldn't really figure out how that had happened.
Still, he put his best foot forward, showing up at Selphie's door to escort her to the club in his best pair of black jeans, scrubbed-up leather boots, and a dark purple shirt with a vest that (if he did say so himself) brought out the darker hints in his eyes. Irvine was a gentleman through and through, and had spent hours cleaning up his truck so Selphie couldn't possibly mind riding in it to the city.
The club was a whole lot more up-town than Irvine was used to, but there was music and there were friends, so he was only a little bit nervous to introduce Selphie around. "Grab a drink first?" he suggested. "I'll give ya the skinny on everybody here tonight."
"Sure!" Selphie said as she bounced next to him. The truck didn't get any comment, they were more common than cars where she was from. It was neat to dress up a little though, hair curled up at the ends matched the perky, sunshine yellow sundress she was wearing. The ankle boots didn't quite go, but she was going to be comfortable, darn it! Of course, barely having any heel at all on them, Irvine towered over her, but that was okay too.
Irvine thought she was the prettiest girl in the world no matter what, and he only had eyes for Selphie out of every other person in the club. "Soda?" he asked. "Lu says nobody's checking IDs so you can have a beer if ya want. I ain't drinking, myself, but you get what you want." After all, he had to drive them back home, and nothing was worth endangering his girl.
"Lu's the one up there," Irvine added, with a gesture toward the birthday girl. "But, uh, she might be somewhere else around, too. Her power is she can split into three. You can tell 'em apart by the eyes. Orange Lu's the one in the band with me and she's a sweetheart. Purple's a little wild."
Selphie wrinkled her nose at the offer of a beer, she didn't get the appeal. All of that was just completely gross. "Soda would be great," she said with another smile. "I wonder how she keeps all of everything straight with more than one of her. I couldn't even imagine more than one of me, I think there'd be too many things that might go boom." Okay, so she babbled a little.
It was the cutest babble Irvine had ever heard. He loped over to the bar and pulled up a corner of it, gallantly gesturing one of the seats for Selphie, and asked the server for a couple of Cokes, but in wine glasses. No reason they couldn't look fancy, right? "I don't know, but she seems to work it out okay. She can come back together again, but I ain't seen that and I ain't sure I want to. But I reckon we got just the perfect number of you," he added with a grin, sliding her the wineglass of soda when it arrived.
"Flattery," Selphie said with a little wrinkle of her nose but she was smiling all the same. Irvine was pretty cute and being flirty aside, he'd been a gentleman. It was nice, she thought, sometimes these East-coasters just had not manners.
"Honesty," Irvine countered, filled up with so much energy just at the sight of her smile that it all came out in a rush of informative chatter. "Now, the rest of the band is easy to spot. There's Jay over there with the big ol' red feather wings, he's our front man. He won the genetic lottery with that mutation there. He can fly with 'em, too, they don't just look cool. Then there's Piotr, our drummer -- just look for the biggest guy around. Total sweetheart, don't let 'im fool ya."
Selphie's eyes widened a little at the sight of the dark haired boy, he was bigger than most of the men she'd known. It wasn't just the tall, it was the wide! "Goodness, how does he fit anywhere like that?"
Irvine laughed, but it was warm with affection. "Real careful. He was my roommate last year, too. You wouldn't think he could fit in anything in one of them dorm rooms, but he made it work. Big ol' Russian teddy bear, he is. Now, the last fella in the band is Cal Rankin, and his power is mimicking other folks' powers. Lemme see... there he is. Now there's somebody you gotta watch out for," he confided, pointing out the cheerful-looking blond young man not far off. "He loves copyin' powers, and if he likes yours, he'll be buggin' you to copy it over and over."
She blinked a little wider and then wrinkled her nose. "I think that'd be a terrible idea," Selphie said. "I can barely point them in the right direction and really, really don't want him setting things on fire by accident!"
Aw hell, Selphie was the cutest, most adorable person in the whole world, and Irvine was a little starry-eyed just looking at her when she made that face. He stammered stupidly around his response. "Well, uh, you... you just tell 'im that, and give 'im a big smile, and I betcha he'll do anything you say."
"Now that's just silly," Selphie said with a playful push against him. "But if you think it'll work I'll try it!"
"Silly's my middle name," Irvine protested, though even a little nudge like that just about left him reeling. "Irvine 'Silly' Kinneas, it's on the adoption certificate!"
"Oh, are you adopted too?" Selphie said with a bright smile. "Me too." Twice technically, but as she didn't much remember the first one...
Irvine's grin softened and warmed like melting butter. Yeah, he knew. "Yer folks nice?" he asked, hoping he sounded casual about it.
"Umm..." Selphie sighed and shrugged a little. "Kinda? I mean, they were nice to me but they got into some not good stuff. I'm not really supposed to talk about it though."
"I ain't one to pry," Irvine was quick to promise. That 'not good stuff' -- was that why Selphie didn't remember Matron's? The Professor had cautioned him not to push on that. He didn't have the past to rely on... which was a weird place to be for someone who remembered everything. "And I don't mind havin' something in common with you. Something that don't go boom," he added with a quick grin, in case he'd gotten too serious, there.
"It's good to be well rounded," Selphie said solemnly. Well, mostly, the little smile couldn't help but peek out. He was such a sweetheart!
Hell yeah! Irvine was pretty sure she was considering flirting with him. He leaned on the bar with his soda. "Oh yeah? You got any suggestions? Maybe I oughtta take up knitting?"
"Maybe, if it was colder around here," she said with a little grin. "I'm pretty sure it can't be as bad as back home though."
"It gets plenty chilly and it does snow, but not like up in Montana where you dig a tunnel out the front door just to get to school -- cause they don't call off school," Irvine chuckled, remembering this with apparent fondness.
"Sounds like Minnesota," Selphie said as she made a face. "I mean, skating was the most fun and we always went sledding and stuff but brrrrrrr."
"Watch out when the snow falls, we got an Olympic-level snowboarder on staff," Irvine noted. "He likes to use the roof as a ramp. Don't want you gettin' in trouble, now."
"You're pulling my leg," Selphie said sternly. "That's the silliest thing ever and it'd be dangerous!"
Irvine held up both hands, showing them empty and definitely not pulling on anybody's leg. "I seen it myself! Beaubier is real serious about danger. Though..." He cracked into a grin again. "I'd pay good money to see you tellin' him he's the silliest thing ever."
"Well, why not?" Selphie said, hands on her hips as she huffed. "That's a terrible example to set!" That she was saying it, who was overly fond of things that went boom, was totally besides the point.
Irvine didn't know Jean-Paul well at all, but Northstar had a certain reputation both inside and outside the school. One thing he did know was that if Selphie ever did give him a piece of her mind, it was going to be hilarious. "You tell 'im, Seffie," Irvine agreed, doing his best not to laugh. "You wanna dance, by any chance?"
"I can try!" she said brightly. It really wasn't something she'd done much either. Hmf. "If you don't mind me stepping on your feet a whole lot." The nickname wasn't something she'd heard before either but for some reason, it gave her all kinds of warm fuzzies.
She had always been Seffie in his head. Irvine didn't even realize he'd said it. "What else are feet for?" he laughed, offering her his hand.
"And you've got plenty to step on," she teased as she took the hand. "You're too darn tall!"
"I'll get to work on shrinkin'," Irvine promised, keeping Selphie's hand in a careful, light clasp like the most precious thing in the world. She'd agreed to dance with him, and even if it was a quick club song with a steady beat and not the most romantic tune ever, it was a start. There was nowhere else Irvine wanted to be.
