Prof. Charles Xavier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
guideshapelead) wrote2015-04-21 09:46 pm
guideshapelead) wrote2015-04-21 09:46 pm
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I wanna take you to a gay bar...
This is not the evening Charles had imagined when Erik had suggested ambushing their target away from both their workplaces. He'd imagined Erik in a dark coat and hat, down some shady back alley, grabbing the gentleman by the arm and telling him in hushed tones that he had nothing to fear.
Instead, he's sat at a small table in a dark corner of an extraordinary loud bar, the vast majority of the space given over to bright flashing lights and a dance floor. Cerebro, and more classic forms of investigative work, had taught them that their intended new recruit to the teaching staff liked to come here at night, and Erik had decided the place had just the right amount of anonymity to make it a safe meeting ground.
All very well for Erik, all dressed up on the dance floor. All very well for Darwin and Alex, who seemed to have come along purely to get drunk and fall all over each other. For Charles, all he seems to be allowed to do is sit in the corner and keep an eye on their mark.
//This is not fair// he decides to complain to Erik.
Instead, he's sat at a small table in a dark corner of an extraordinary loud bar, the vast majority of the space given over to bright flashing lights and a dance floor. Cerebro, and more classic forms of investigative work, had taught them that their intended new recruit to the teaching staff liked to come here at night, and Erik had decided the place had just the right amount of anonymity to make it a safe meeting ground.
All very well for Erik, all dressed up on the dance floor. All very well for Darwin and Alex, who seemed to have come along purely to get drunk and fall all over each other. For Charles, all he seems to be allowed to do is sit in the corner and keep an eye on their mark.
//This is not fair// he decides to complain to Erik.