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Round 2, Post 2

He took note of Madison’s rather aloof demeanor, to which he perhaps attributed to nerves. She remarked that she was not entirely sure what to expect, to which he nodded as well. She was also on the nose about the ludicrous notion of ordering people here. He chuckled a bit as he added, “I wasn’t so much ordered as I was strongly advised to come here.” She then answered that she was in fact from Boston, the accent apparently coming out the more she drank. She then rattled off some locations in Boston that he heard before, but hadn’t actually been to. Any time he spent in Boston was in South Boston, and often he was pretty much there for a short time.

Her mentioning that her accent became more pronounced when she drank made him joke, “Just be careful, we might have to save the bar from you.” nothing seemed more dangerous than an intoxicated mutant in Roland’s mind. Well, really anyone with powers drunk. It was one thing to enjoy one self, it was another to completely lose control. And given the kind of abilities they exhibited, the idea of someone losing all inhibition with the kind of power behind it unnerved him.

She joked about how she’d burn to death, to which he chuckled, “Remember the city is near the Gulf, so we do get chilly at times. But I see your point.” she then asked him what he missed, and that gave him pause.

What did he miss from that swamp-filled hellhole?

“I guess I miss the vibrancy of the city. Not anything in particular, just the lively nature of the people, the culture, the ambience of it all. It was comforting in that sense, even when things were going wrong it seemed like everything was fine.”

“What about you with Boston?”

Charlie gave her hand a soft squeeze as he arrived at the table, the brunette glad that her first date to kick off this whole thing was at least cute. They exchanged team details, the firefly unable to hide her resentment for his team leader, immediately apologizing in case it put him in an awkward spot. He assured her that she wasn't so bad, at least in the sense that she was good at her job and she had been bearable to him so long as he kept his head down. She couldn't help but smile slightly at his lowered voice, glad that at least he seemed well-adjusted. She understood that just because the tiny blonde was her mortal enemy didn't mean that she could fault others for not hating her on an equal level.

Smiling as he turned the question back on her, inquiring as to her time on the Alphas, she couldn't help but laugh at the notions that the Omegas talked about it. "Oh, goodness, I can only imagine the rumors," she started, tossing her hair over her shoulders, "life on the Alphas is great. Bella's a good leader, and we all tend to get along well. You guys have brute force, but we have teamwork as our strength. Funny how we compliment one another." She hadn't really thought about it like that until now, but once she said it, it made all the sense in the world. It was just the way of things that there was such a rivalry between the teams, but she hated that there was so much trash-talking.

He remarked how strange the concept of speed dating was, the brunette instantly, and without thinking, spurting off the science behind it, which undoubtedly had come from some article she had read. He was gracious enough to call her a freak outright, instead simply remarking that she seemed to know a lot about the topic. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, shaking her head as he asked if it was an interest of hers.

"No! I just read...a lot," she responded in a slightly defensive tone, Raine immediately wishing she'd come up with something more witty to say. Now he just knew she was a complete nerd that read stuff about speed dating. The topic of conversation turned again to their powers, the girl giving a quick explanation and small demonstration of what she could do. He seemed to think that it was pretty cool, the brunette relaxing slightly with a smile on her lips. Passing the question back to him, she listened as he gave her an explanation, her eyes betraying how hard she was thinking to follow what he said. He asked if she was still with him, the firefly giving a soft chuckle and a nod, "Yea, I'm with you."

He proceeded with his explanation, the girl remaining silent for a few seconds, processing, before she laughed at his nickname. "That sounds really cool. Sometimes, I think it would be nice to have a power I could keep hidden like that. Mine's a little...difficult at times."

Leaning back in her chair slightly, she looked at him with hazel eyes, "So, if we were going to treat this like a real speed date, I guess we should be asking "date-ish" questions, huh? Like...um...if you were an ice cream flavor, what would you be?"

Alice pouted, her bottom lip sticking out like a child’s. “That isn’t the point.” So what if she wouldn’t go out of her way to make friends otherwise? Her social life was her business. Besides, the closer she got to people, the harder it would be when they died. Their lives weren’t exactly easy now that the mansion was gone. The dream, the facade of safety, was completely crushed for all of them. There was nothing else to hold on to, no real home existed for them.

“He still gives me the creeps.” Her eyes drifted over the man for a moment longer before shooting her gaze back to Blake. She sat up in her seat a little bit more. She laughed when Blake said that he would give August a negative mark if he tried to throw himself at the Texan, before mentioning not wanting to be the pretty one in the relationship. “Awh, come on, Blake, he isn’t that bad. Besides, the tattoos are cool. Some of his I don’t understand but if I could settle on a design, I would have one on my head anyways.” She grinned after a moment, “Wanna get matching tats, BFF?”

“And yet, I can still look like an a**-kicking badass in a dress, which was my main point all along. But if I can paint you to look like some forceful villain in my life, then I’m gonna jump at the opportunity. Let me have my fun, you fun sucker.” She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing her bangs out of her face. “Fine, next time I will let you raid my closet and dress me up like one the dolls you surely played with when you were a kid.”

She thought about his offer, her eyes leaving his face for a moment. A date. Well, for them it wouldn’t be a date, it would basically just be Alice getting food without paying for it, which she was fine with. “If I play nice for the rest of the night, with every creep in this joint, and neither one of us have a follow-up date after this is over, we’re getting pizza and beer and I’m coming to your room because mine is a safety hazard right now. We’re gonna eat pizza, drink beer, and watch action movies and laugh at how bad the fighting is. Deal?”

It was the closest thing they were going to get to having a date with one another.

“Awh, Blakey, you know you’re the only cowboy for me.” She laughed softly after she had kicked him in the leg. “Peg legs are a great conversation starter.” Alice smiled, relaxing in her chair and crossing her legs once again. “I’m the kind of girl you take home if you want your momma in an early grave. Great way to collect that life insurance money.” She chuckled softly. “Just remember, Blake, I gotta approve too. No crazy jealous girls that are gonna try to tell you we can’t be friends just because I have boobs.”

She seriously hated those types of girls. Blake was a trustworthy guy. He wouldn’t be unfaithful with anyone he was in a relationship with, hell, he wasn’t easily tempted even when single. So if some b***h tried to come along and tell them she didn’t like them being friends simply because Alice wasn’t a dude, she would put that troll back under watcher bridge she tried to escape from.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. Try not to get molested, there are a few girls here that have sexual appetites bigger than August’s.” She waved off to her friend before returning to the glass of water she was allowed to have.

It was hard to know what to think of Marcel. On the one hand, he had the charm of a schoolboy, a timid, adorable schoolboy. On the other, he clearly had a sense of humor - his first attempt to throw her off just made her laugh, the brunette convinced that they were going to get along just fine. It wasn't in her nature to let that kind of weakness go, no matter her level of acquaintance with the person. What she hadn't expected was the demonstration of his power, the tea snaking it's way along the bottom of the table and falling into her lap. She covered up the surprise by exclaiming to the rest of the room that they needed to be careful with him before returning to her chair and fanning herself.

He told her that there was no need for her to use a napkin, that he would take care of it so she could continue to impress the other dates of the evening. Besides, napkins wouldn't get her all the way dry, and apparently he powers could assist in that regard as well. She could only smirk at him across the table as the liquid floated from the fabric of her dress into the air. "I don't know. If one of these assholes doesn't want to go out because of a stain on my dress, you might just be doing me a favor. You just know how to show a girl a good time, don't you?" He smiled warmly at her, and she tossed her hair back over her shoulders, asking if they were just going to skip the rest of the conversation and she was going to put him right on the short list. He'd proven himself fun, and even if there weren't romantic sparks between them right away, he would at least be fun to keep around.

She caught his eyes flit over to the clock, ticking down to the end of their time together, and he asked what they were going to do instead of asking each other typical date questions. Her eyebrows raised slightly as a mischievous smile spread across her features. "I mean, we could just make out," she said in a monotone, though it was clear that she was joking. A smile spread across her features as she sat back in her chair once more, their time nearing its end. She was a little sad that they were already out of time, but if the first "date" had been this much fun, she could only hope that the rest of them would measure up.