MYSTIQUE.

                                                       sitting   eating    pomegranates … 

I’m never doing an interview while going through a breakup ever again.

       the smirk that curls ripley’s lips is small, a bare pinprick at the corner of them but it’s there. look - it worked. a hand reaches up, catching the pack with a familiar air of ease.      “you did. do i owe you anything?”

                        ❛  ah.   nothing   yet.  but   i   will   keep   you   POSTED.   i’m   sure   i   can   think  up   something.  ❜      grinning,   she   walked   next   to   the  WOMAN  and  looked  at   the   screen.   ❛   watcha   workin’   on?   ❜

“Don’t you fucking well start,” he muttered when her glass on wood drew the barkeep’s attention. “Y’know, that thing–?” He gestured from her to the glass. “That whacking the glass on the bar, that’s like a damn a rally cry, ‘cause people look over here and they thing right away that I’m the one bothering you. And you want everybody on your side no matter what the hell we’re hollering about – huh?”

                        of   her   brows   lifted   at   his  words,   and   she   tried   to   hold   back  a  bit  of  a   SOUR   EXPRESSION   from   leaking  down  onto  her  lips.    mystique   refused  to   look   at   him,   and  instead   started  to   flick   the   straw   up   and   down.       ❛  well   little   do   they  know  i  COULD  kick  your  ass.   ❜

Logan noted the eye roll, and the little bit of a huff that wasn’t even really a huff, it was a catch of breath so quiet out of her that only Logan could pick it up. Staring from Raven’s expression, down to the drink in her hands, he dragged his eyes back down to his plate, his own eyebrows lifting in exasperation.

                     her   eyes   squinted   at   him   slightly   as  he  looked  her  over.    (   and  huffed!!!   )    and   mystique   PROMPTLY   HIT     the   glass   back   on   the   table.     ❛   do    you   want   to  uses   your   words   logan   or   are   ya   doing   good?   ❜      

Joy (2015) dir. David O. Russell

“Uh. They’re pretty solid. Reliable.” Logan chewed his meal thoughtfully, having learned by now that when these questions came up it was just better to humour Raven. “White girls who dye their hair brown are overachievers trying to toe a line ‘cause it saves ‘em from the blonde and redhead stereotypes. That’s all I got.” 

                        ❛    that’s   not    exactly   what   i   meant   but   ALRIGHT. . .   ❜      without    even  knowing   she   was   doing  it,   mystique   ROLLED   HER   EYES   to   herself   as    she   lifted  up  her  jack  and  coke  and  taking   a   sip   through   the   straw   as   she  left   her   legs    to   dangle.      

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