Cookout @ The Lake

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

"Ladies, ladies relax. The day is far too pretty for a fight.”

Ruth took a deep breath and continued to watch the pink girl through narrowed slit eyes. Who did that little pink hoe bag think she was, anyway? The dark haired Israeli girl took a few more deep breaths and brushed her hair back behind her hear with a hand again before offering a hand to Remy who was still on the ground and then hauling the Cajun to his feet without saying another word. She had to admit that he had a point, the day had certainly been exciting enough already.

"Don’t mind her. Nearly drowning makes people cranky.”

"Doesn't matter... she's full of hot air and lake water," Ruth replied in a bit of a sour tone. Absentmindedly she brushed Remy off a bit more roughly than she might have intended. She muttered several dark and less than kind phrases in Hebrew as she went about what she was doing, cursing the pink girl in most of the ways she knew how.

"I'm thirsty. Would you like a drink?”

Ruth was taken aback for a moment and put a hand to her chest in surprise. No boy had ever offered to get her anything or do anything for her. Even something so simple as getting a drink. She wasn't quite sure how to respond. She was quite capable of getting her own drinks, of course, self sufficiency had been an important thing in her past life before arriving here a few days previously. Still, boys were supposed to do things for girls they were interested in, right? Did this mean Remy was interested in her?

"Yes, I would like a drink," she said at last. Of course, she had no idea what it was that she really wanted to drink. She hadn't had a chance to really look over all the choices before the shit had hit the fan down on the docks. She cast about nervously for a moment for how to handle the situation, trying not to look flustered as she again brushed some loose strands of hair behind her ear. She was trying not to stare at eh boy's red eyes, but they were so distinctive.

Finally, at a bit of a loss, she decided to try what she'd seen in the few romantic movies she had watched. Stepping up next to Remy she looped one of her arms through one of his, trying to remember how she had seen this done in the past. Was she doing it right? It was impossible to tell.

"Ya don't sound like ya from 'round her, chere."

"No," Ruth admitted quietly, suddenly a bit self conscious of her accent for a split second before realizing that was silly since the Cajun had an even thicker accent than she did. Honestly, it was a bit difficult to tell if he was even speaking English or not sometimes.

"I'm Israeli," she continued, deciding not to explain that she could snap his neck in less than five seconds. Somehow that didn't seem like it would be the best thing to say. Still, she was normally so quiet that she really wasn't all that sure what to say in order to continue their conversation moving along a forward path. Instead she settled for tugging him gently in the direction of the food and drinks while being careful to give the whoreish pink girl a wide berth.

Once they reached the table Ruth pulled her arm out of Remy's and grabbed two plates. If he was getting the drinks she could get the food. What were those round patty things called in English again? She couldn't for the life of her remember anything other than the Hebrew word, which she assumed Remy wouldn't know.

"How do you like your meat," she asked, pointing at the burgers so he'd know what she meant. "I'm going to get one that's thick and medium-well..." She trailed off and grabbed a burger, dropping it onto her plate and waiting for direction from Remy.

[Angelica Jones]

Angel breathed a relieved sigh as his eyes fluttered open and he spoke. Even groggily, and obviously in pain, she was pleased that he was alive. Not alive and well, but beggars can't be choosers. She resisted the urge to throw her arms around him and hug him tightly, afraid she might harm him further. She became suddenly very aware that he was staring at her.. well her exposedness. Her cheeks flushed brightly, and deepened further as he spoke.

"You sure do seem to fall out of clothing around me a lot... not that I mind in the least,"

She stumbled over her words a moment. "I assure you it's not on pur-" Hang on. He didn't mind? A look of confusion poured over her face a moment as his hand slid against her neck and before she could ask him to clarify his mouth was firmly pressed to hers. Her eyes grew wider than they'd ever been, having never been kissed. But after a short second her lashes fluttered down and Angel couldn't help but melt against him. She had been ready to hold him tighter as he pulled back, and she had to remember how to breath. She tried to clear her throat and tell her knees not to buckle.

"I think we should go on a date. The romantic kind."

"I accept." She said slightly out of breath. "Though our last dinner, I felt was-"

"Like this,"

His lips found hers again, and she let out a small squeak of surprise. Once more she melded to him, his arm pulling her even closer. She wanted, terribly, to throw her arms around his neck. But that nagging feeling in the back of her head told her he might need the added support of her arms. He pulled back once more and her head swam a moment before he touched his ribs. Suddenly the sheepish redhead felt guilty. Here she was about to climb up his body and he was still injured.

"Come on then, my brave soldier. Let's get you some help." She said softly, trying to lead him to shore. But of course the man would take control of her as if he hadn't nearly killed himself trying to save her. She was thankful for his wing, keeping her decent in front of so many young people. She helped him the best she could, trying to be gentle with the arm that was firmly placed around his waist.

"I might need a babysitter tonight... know anyone for the job,"

That sloppy grin made her laugh and she nodded. "I do in fact know a certain Music teacher who would happily look over you." She teased, looking down at their feet to make sure she didn't stumble over anything and in turn take him with her. "I suppose it's the least she could do seeing as it is her fault you're injured." She added sheepishly. She took some of his weight as they finally made it out of the water and as she helped move him towards the school she had to pause, lightly tapping his chest. "Hold on." She said softly, turning her face towards the radio.

In stark silence she listened to the new Mutant regulations and her heart sank. There would be so much pain with this announcement. Already she could see the people around her running this realization through their head. Sure she held no ill will towards the president. After all there were plenty of bad mutants out there. Just like humans. Only mutants had more arsenal without special toys... She sighed, her head hanging slightly. What would this mean for Xaviers?

What would it mean for the more prominent mutants. Her eyes drifted to Vidar at that thought. He couldn't even pretend not to be a mutant, not that she'd want him to. But to have that choice taken from you by your own genetics. She frowned as anger pulsed through her veins. She pulled him a little tighter, hoping she wasn't hurting him. "Come on, handsome. Lets get you patched up.."

[The Wolverine]

Wolverine was busy ignoring the kids when the radio changed, slumped on the floor with a burger in hand resting his back up against the trunk of a tree. He seemed to be the only one really paying attention, and he felt both his heart sink, and the rage build as the speech went on. Chuck's dream was so far away from where they were heading now. 'I guess it's a good thing you ain't here to see it Charlie....' he wasn't quite sure what was to come, but he knew one thing for sure, it wasn't going to be good.

"Aww...shit." he didn't even finish his burger, placing it down on the tray as he hefted himself up to his feet. He looked around for a second at the sigh of all the mutant kids having a whale of a time, and he felt his stomach clench. This Mutant Registration Act was going to cause a lot of trouble, and a lot of pain. Logan had lived through a lot of pain and trouble, fought in several wars, but what was to come didn't stand up. For a brief second he thought about Magneto and the Brotherhood of Mutants.

This was what Magneto warned us about. First the "cure" now the registration.

Logan decided not to bring attention to himself as he started to leave the cookout. He had to find the rest of the staff, gather the X-Men. They had to talk this over and plan a course of actions. He turned to walk away and head up to the mansion.

"Aww shit."

Exit Wolverine.