Who Spiked the Eggnog?

[Georgia River]

Georgia stuck her head into the staff lounge, looking around for a few seconds and confirming that yes, the staff were all out right now. She also confirmed her second suspicion: someone had laid out various snacks and drinks and holiday whatnots on the table. Given the mad bakers they had on staff, that wasn't all that surprising to Georgia. She grinned as she slid into the room, strolling up and grabbing a cookie. she began nibbling on it, taking a few bites before setting it down for something else that caught her eye, her goal: the eggnog.

"C'mon," she said, bending over to take a ladle of the stuff. She slurped directly from the bowl, pursing her lips and recoiling. "Yep, tastes like crap," she mumbled, before smacking her lips a few more times. "No real punch either," she shifted it, and began searching around, digging under the table, shifting aside some various items until she came out with her real goal:

A glass bottle of alcoholic egg nog.

"Come to mommy," she said, taking a swig before standing up. She was still mid-pour when Georgia realized someone was standing in the door. She held up a finger to them, indicating that they could very well wait while she finished enjoying herself, thank you very much.

[Savannah Morse]

"Proud day for you and all of Mutantkind?" a voice that was oddly modulated between slight and scratchy wondered quite rhetorically. The speaker leaned in the doorway to the staff lounge, the guitar case slung diagonally and neck-down across their back making them almost wide enough to fill the space out. Not showing a lick of care for Georgia's raised finger they continued, words spoken with the weight and conviction and wisdom of the ages, despite their origin being definitely no older than the blonde attacking the eggnog. "So is this the class on teenage pregnancy advice? You know, where you give tips on how to get there the easiest way?"

Clearly Morse, the girl in the doorway, took a dim view of Georgia, and even if her weak barbs seemed to just slide off of the other girl's back, the lack of attention the blonde gave her only seemed to egg her on. Even if she wasn't sure why she even did it. People weren't her thing, in general. Specific people even less so. So why did this tart sucking down a bottle of overly sweet nasty eggnog bother her so? It wasn't like she was being held down by the man and forced to drink that shit or a starving orphan in India with nothing but eggnog to sustain her. No, the blonde chose this, willingly. Maybe that was the problem she had with it. Maybe...

"People shouldn't be allowed to do that kinda crap to themselves, you know?"

"I mean, what's your best case scenario here? Not getting caught doing something you shouldn't want to do in your own interest?"

[Georgia River]

Georgia just chuckled a little at that first comment. Oh, how often she'd heard some variation of that. The girl just kept right on going, and Georgia kept right on ignoring her. After all: there was booze to be drunk, and Georgia intended to thoroughly enjoy every second on it.

She did pull the bottle down after a bit, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She heard the bit about doing crap and had to raise her eyebrows. "Well, best case scenario would be I get hopelessly wasted and one of the several rich guys that go here find me, take me home, I screw his brains out in thanks, and I get knocked up, giving me a rich baby daddy," Georgia took another swig, smacking her lips loudly as she finished. "But I'll settle for just poisoning the shit outta myself."

Georgia gave the other girl a wink before she started strolling around, again examining the various goodies the staff room had to offer, clearly not caring. "And how do you know I don't work here, hmm?" she asked, pointing the bottle at the girl. "Or, for that matter, maybe I'm old enough to drink. Not like I get carded all that often," she had to smirk at that. Georgia had gotten a fake ID at sixteen and proceeded to abuse it ever since. Most of the bars around here knew her anyway, and she was friends with most of them. Sometimes being a trashy local girl helped.

[Savannah Morse]

Morse had to ask herself what her own best case scenario was here. What was she even trying to accomplish? She could, she knew, see through the presumably older girl as if she was made of glass, she felt for sure. This was a girl nobody had cared for and who was doing stupid things just to get attention, or a cheap high, or possibly both. And she didn't seem to have a lot of self esteem or care for others it seemed. And yet she was one of them wasn't she? Sure, there was no divine edict granting them manifest destiny, no scientific papers proving they were the next step in human evolution and certainly no proof whatsoever that special abilities made for special people. And yet, given all the things they could do, shouldn't they be better if only because their special talents afforded them things to explore no mere mortal could?

So what was Morse doing here then? Was she trying to kick someone she felt was already so far down on herself in so many ways? Never mind the danger of busting her back as she tried to stoop to the blonde's level. Or was she divine intervention?

The grin Morse shot back at Georgia was predatorial. Maybe it was time to take up a cause closer to home. And she was sure she could handle this girl.

"Please. I've been here for two years now. I've seen you around. You're kinda hard to miss, you know?" Morse pointed out, her posture relaxing in the doorway while a part of her mind slipped away to play closer attention to the din of cell phone signals around them. She'd at least get an idea if someone was coming too close for comfort, though even that wouldn't save her if someone decided to paint her as the lush's lookout. Still, it would set her at ease. "I know you're not a teacher, and I don't care if you're legally allowed to drink. I do think your taste in drinks is rotten but that's neither here nor there..."

"What gets me is that you're running a needless risk for pointless reasons and to apparently dumb ends. You're taking shit that doesn't belong to you, from people you'd probably want on your side in case you run into trouble. For a high you could easily get elsewhere, and probably get something better at that. Never mind that you're in the middle of the bleeding school in the middle of the bleeding day and basically just daring someone to notice."

"You're lucky it's just some kid and not a teacher." Morse really thought she had the whole talking like an adult thing down. Which might actually not be the best way to get through to the blonde now that she thought about it. If she was a guy she'd probably just have decked her and dragged her to her room but that sounded like the thing the other girl would enjoy, so maybe not

[Georgia River]

"Why, thank you," Georgia said, before putting a hand on her chest. "I do so try," she batted her eyes a little bit, before moving to perch atop one of the seats, crossing her legs and grinning while the girl launched right into a monologue. Georgia decided to turn it into a drinking game after about the first sentence:

()everytime she makes a self righteous statement, drink.
()everytime she misses the point, drink.
()everytime she tries to sound superior, drink.

"Wow, one monologue in and I'm already feelin' it," Georgia drawled before raising a fist up to burp into it. She wobbled a little, grinning sloppily, clearly already feeling the buzz. She was willing to bet that if the superior, self-righteous blowhard really "knew" anything about her (flattering, really), then she'd have known about her power. Still didn't mean Georgia wouldn't try to play tag if she got close enough.

"Also should point out something," Georgia said, holding up a finger. "You're not a kid. Too many big words for that," with that, Georgia winked, untangled her legs, and moved to search for some of the cookies. Baked goods to soak up the booze sounded like a good plan right about now.

[Savannah Morse]

"You do." Morse agreed with Georgia's first statement. "The big words I pick up on the internet. It's what it's for, you dipsomaniac." Thesaurus.com was an oldie but a goodie and dipsomaniac sounded like an oddly cheery term for a drunk and still scientificish and she had no problem agreeing that she used big words. Though Georgia's recalcitrancy made Morse remember why she didn't usually associate with people, especially not in the flesh. But she couldn't just give up now, could she? Especially if that meant Georgia won whatever contest of wills they were having.

So what did you do if force didn't work? Push harder? If the blonde was crying for attention that would only give her what she wanted and accomplish jack all. Any form of disciplinary consequence from a teacher would probably fill the same void. This girl seemed full of voids that needed filling and pushing anything anywhere wouldn't get her anywhere. If pushing didn't work, how about pulling?

"Seriously now, though. Seeing as I'm apparently meant to save your sorry behind from something. what would it take to get you outta here? I'm pretty sure I could set you up with whatever you fancy, though guys might take a while seeing as they'd need to be airdropped or something." Come to think of it, she could get Georgia a whole van of hunky firefighters with a bogus radio message but that would definitely constitute an abuse of her powers. And might be something worse than stealing booze from teachers. Morse should never have been out among people.

[Georgia River]

There was some sort of nonsense word in that first bit. Made it all the easier for Georgia to ignore. She'd finally found a tub of cookies in the fridge labeled "for the party" that she decided to pull out and nibble on, quickly returning to perch, this time on a counter. The bottle she set beside her, though she took swigs every once in a while. It almost seemed like she was determined to burrow her way to the bottom (she pretty much was).

The bit about saving had Georgia snorting and rolling her eyes. "Do I look like I wanna be saved?" Georgia asked, leaning forward and onto the tub a little. "I'm perfectly happy and content sitting right here an' getting buzzed," she said, raising the bottle and taking a swig. She swished it around for a few moments before swallowing and smacking her lips. "Tastes like ass," she mumbled, before setting it down. "Always fun dealing with you self-righteous bitches," she continued, sorting through the cookies. "Georgia, I can save you. Georgia, you're gonna self destruct. Blah, blah, blah," Georgia rolled her eyes and bit the head off a snowman. "Maybe if you stop sticking your damn nose up in the air you'd actually see that I'm perfectly fine." Georgia paused for a moment. "Could use a rich guy to steal from and all, but I'm working on it."

[Savannah Morse]

"You're drinking eggnogg." Morse stressed as if that alone already outlined the problem quite neatly. "And you admit that you don't even like it. This particular bottle anyway..." She shifted a half step into the room, then another so she could close the door behind her. There were cell phone signal on the way, but she couldn't tell who it was for the life of her, at least not without focussing entirely on each single signal. It was something she'd have to work on, it was a smart thing to have eyes in the back of her head, she figured. But for the time being, she was determined not to let Georgia just ignore and shrug off every damned thing she told her. Deep down inside the girl had to know that she was right. Right?

"So anyway. Either you're chasing a buzz so hard you don't care where it comes from or you're trying to piss someone off -possibly me though more likely the teachers- ooor you're hoping to get caught. Might be all three." Giving Georgia what she imagined to be a sober look, bracing her fist into her hip. "Well, I caught you and I'm getting pissy, and you're almost done with that bottle anyway so can we go now?" There seemed to be more there, but Morse struggled with saying it, for whichever reason. Eventually, though, it came out.

"Or do I have to make you?"

[Georgia River]

"I know, and it's awful," Georgia reiterated before taking another shot. Eggnog was just one of those things that generally sucked and was made only marginally better by the inclusion of alcohol. If the other girl couldn't have figured that much out...

...or maybe she had? The closing of the door had Georgia smiling and wiggling. My, my, my wasn't this getting interesting. She ticked off the other girl's points as she made them, before shrugging. "Sounds pretty good to me," she offered, taking another pull. She paused, staring down the bottle. There didn't appear to be much left, which kind of sucked. It hadn't exactly been full when she started, but her alcohol tolerance was pretty high, and this didn't seem to have too high of a starting point. They probably hid the good stuff at least a little better.

"Oo, oo!" Georgia waved a hand. "I pick that last one! I'd just love to see how you make me," she smiled impishly, wiggling her hips a little. "I hope it involves some touching, 'cuz those are my favorite kinds."

[Savannah Morse]

"I was more thinking blackmail. I'm not a touchy kinda person." She practically sang with a timbre that could have been jolly or just nervous... though it might also have sounded somewhat psychotic. Morse raised her hands and wiggled her fingers from inside the too long sleeves that spilled from her jacket. She hadn't actually tried to really hack a phone yet, cause why bother when you can just listen in on the data streams coming out of them and there was only weird stuff on most people's pictures anyway. Like that game where you're a cube jumping over triangles, never stopping, though that might have been extremely clever post-modernist social commentary. Or a cube jumping over triangles. Either way, there was a first time for everything and Georgia seemed like the kinda girl who'd have compromising selfies on hers, potentially ones she wasn't even aware of having taken. So far however, Morse had sucked at bluffing her way around the older girl and she wasn't about to overextend herself by clarifying her threat.

Besides, she did have a completely different reason for being here in the first place. But unlike the blonde she didn't care to be watched, and her window was shrinking rapidly. How could she turn this thing around now? She might have to play Georgia's game up to a certain point.

Despite her words, the tall brunette shrugged the guitar case off her shoulder and casually placed the case against the doorknob. Not that it would keep out a determined adult, but it would give her a split second warning if someone came in. Maybe she could claim Georgia dragged her inside if someone came by. Taking a few steps into the room with a boyish sort of swagger, she still made sure to keep the coffee table between herself and the other girl while she observed, "We could still come to an agreement here. I know you don't want to but you seem like someone with a lot of needs, and I might not be handsy but I'm pretty handy with getting things in a way that doesn't raise undue attention. Which, again, you don't care for but you should. And since you apparently won't cover for your own ass, you should be delighted someone is willing to. Hey!

"I promise you it'll be better than eggnog."

[Georgia River]

Blackmail? Georgia actively snorted at that, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Like she was blackmail-able at all. There were more likely to be pictures on her phone that she was saving up for blackmailing other people later, as opposed to anything compromising. Hell, Georgia was having a hard time remembering if she'd leaked the last batch of nude selfies yet or not. She missed the good old days, when that was a bit harder to keep track of.

Oh look, another clam and did the girl always have the guitar case? Georgia didn't remember that. She took another belt of the eggnog, figuring that was very much necessary. The woman took a few more steps into the room, and she seemed to have changed from night errant to shoulder devil in a few lines.

"Man, you dropped the whole self-righteous act pretty damn quick," Georgia pointed out, literally pointing at the other girl. "And I already got a guy who gets things for me. I think I've got two guys?" Georgia tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips as she tried to think. There had to be something there. "So what's your deal? Oh," Georgia lowered the bottle, "you wanna lez out or something? Because you totally look the type, and I guess I'm feeling buzzed enough to give it a shot."