#kazfelder

Xavier didn’t allow alcohol in the mansion. While Remy understood that it was because a bunch of kids with powers lived there, wasn’t it just regular coming-of-age to have teenagers secretly get drunk every once in awhile? He supposed it was better to be safer than sorry but he still thought it an inconvenience that he, far past the age of twenty-one, had to leave the comfort of his sweat pants and bad TV to have a glass of bourbon.

He found a place to sit that kept his back to the wall and his sights on the exits. The ash tray in front of him already had more than a few of his cigarette butts in it and he was nursing his third glass of bourbon. The place was quiet enough and he could watch the chaos about the riots on the news wrinkling his nose at the commotion. If the local law enforcement couldn’t get a handle on all of this, the team might get called in if it became too nasty. He breathed a stream of grey smoke out his nose and took another sip of his drink. So annoying.

Remy was in the process of stubbing out one cigarette to start up another when commotion at the bar drew his gaze.

“Fucking murderer! I knew I recognized you!” The accuser was built with a buzzcut. His shirt was emblazoned with Quinn’s logo and that alone was enough to know that he was trouble. He continued to spit abuse at the person he’d cornered by the bar, shoving him back and back. Remy wasn’t one to stick his nose into other peoples’ business but he recognized Kaz when the meathead shifted, no longer blocking Remy’s view. Remy waited a beat, watching. Why wasn’t Kaz sticking up for himself? Why wasn’t anybody coming to break this up? Remy drained the rest of his drink and stuck his unlit cigarette behind his ear as he made his way over.

He reached out and firmly put his hand on the meathead’s shoulder, pulling him back and out of Kaz’s personal bubble. 

“Hey now.” Remy started, “How ‘bout we all jus’ have a round of drinks on me and let de man go about his own business, hein?” 

Meathead slapped away Remy’s hand and through his rage, managed to blanch when he noticed Remy’s eyes. “Mutant! Fucking mutant!” He drew his fist back and sent a punch flying, but all Remy needed to do was duck and the poor sap ended up decking one of his own friends. 

Eros locked his phone and stuck it in his jean pocket after sending a final text reading “Be there soon, give me two minutes.” He was being generous, he could have been there in about forty-five seconds, but he didn’t feel like flying at full speed tonight, He wasn’t as well dressed as he would normally be now that the ‘Fun Hours’ were starting, but he had to give his liver a break sometime.

Standing in front of an open window he raised one leg up and then the other crossing his legs in a floating fashion before launching himself out the window. As he whizzed through the corridors of skyscrapers he couldn’t get his mind off of the poor soul who he got to know from an accidental dick pic. As an Eternal he couldn’t fathom knowing your dying, feeling your days wind down until there was nothing down. He quickly shook his head forcing the frown to fall off his face, he couldn’t be showing off a bad mood while trying to keep this man’s spirits up, and he was determined to, even if it was by his powers he was going to,

[Sends picture message of him in the nude]

Fitz: Your ding a ling is on my phone.