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Nodding a little drunkenly, "Mhmm. Booksie here gives the best all natural buzz with almost no side effects. Pretty handy around here for keeping folks generous." The boss did know how to pick them. While all the dancers were mutants, most had what could be called, useful, talents to add a little extra to a night's spending.

Looking her up and down not so subtly, her mental cogs were already whirring. The too big clothes certainly added a little something to the overall look but the right touches would really make her a top earner. She was tall, a very good good trait in the industry, and damn was she well built. What ever job she had did it certainly did wonders for the body. "Shame, you definitely have the looks for the job and you move a natural born dancer. Whatever this career is I think we need to exchange work out plans."

Shaking her head to try and clear the haze that was getting worse by the minute, she put together some more useful thoughts. She'd mentioned doubles, or was it tears? Or other sides? With the booze and Paige it was hard to try and differentiate between thought and words. But it was important wasn't it? Something about what the woman was saying meant a lot, but damn it if she could remember why at that point.

"W....what did you mean double? That have anything to do with all the weirdness happening lately?"

Not that life was normal for Skye by any stretch but the dial of strange had been turned up a little in recent months.

I approve of all of this. Especially Art. Every Calendar needs the nerdy lad.

Alice wasn't an outdoor person. At all. But this was nice, reclining on a blanket with a pretty girl on a nice day just relaxing. Maybe the outside world didn't suck quite so much. At least when taken in small doses with plenty of gaming in between. 

Raising an eyebrow at the sudden statement from Astrid, she raised the phone and quickly typed out the words. The results, well they were more than mildly disturbing. Article after article detailing the winged girls activities around the city. Statements form victims, descriptions from people left scared or family members without a loved one. It was, horrific. Who the hell was this girl? Why, why had she done this!?

Worse it started to but some things in perspective. The looks in the bar, the fear in the bouncers eyes. It wasn't anything to do with prejudiced, nothing to do with anti-mutant sentiments. They'd been terrified of the french girl. Her too probably, since she'd been with the angelic looking teen. What had she done, to make them that afraid to even be in the same room as her? What damage had those crystal wings caused. Oh god how close had she been to getting hurt?

Breathing hard, Alice could barely look at the person with her. She was literally everything that the Brit was afraid of. A mutant, who didn't just abuse their power but apparently reveled in it. A person who took their mutation and used it to hurt others. To kill.

Forcing her eyes up, tears coming unbidden she managed to choke out a single word. "Why?" Why do this? Why lie until now, why suddenly tell her the truth?

Gathering up the various plates and cups she'd brought with her and packing them away, the idea of taking the leftover food with her left a sick feeling in her stomach. "Just, keep whatever you want. Eat it, throw it away, I don't care." Turning to leave and wiping the tears away she took one last look at the girl.

Hormonal kids and destructive powers were certainly not the best mix but the fact that Xaviers stayed open, kept dealing with the problems year was awesome in her eyes. Damn impressive that they cared that much. And had that much money. Because seriously some of the equipment Serena had told her about must have been damn expensive.

A cheeky grin split her face. Yeah, she was going to have to get much smarter about getting a hold of her booze. Getting into fights with every barman in the city wasn't going to get her anywhere. What she needed was a morally dubious store clerk. That might work. "I hear you, but thanks for covering for me today. Been a bit stressful since I got here, you have no idea how much I needed a drink." Shut up, she wasn't addicted or anything, she just had a health thirst built up after a flight, sleeping on a sofa for a couple of days had got her a little antsy. Beer seemed the easiest way to deal with that.

"Thanks, really. You didn't need to deal with a p----- off teenager but you humoured me and gave me some decent perspective." She was still mildly terrified of what she'd done, what she had left to do but at least the city didn't seem as scary anymore.

Yep, she was a waitress. Made sense to a logical mind but hers wasn't entirely functioning at full speed, the sudden disappearance of the HUD she'd lived with for years was more than a little rattling. Like, where was she now? How did normal people know which way to go without markers and maps and a compass? It was also really off putting seeing so.....much. She knew her vision was blocked by bits of her power but not this much! It had been so long she'd forgotten what peripheral vision was like.

Made her a little sick if she was being honest, all that extra space around her.

And then the girl was talking again. Fast. Wait, that was brilliant! Her phone, that had a map and stuff on it didn't it, with GPS built in! With that she could get back to the mansion and figure out what the hell was going on with her mutation. No way the 'servers' were down, it wasn't an actual game after all. Unless it was. That was a pretty depressing thought actually.

"Wait, it's fine I was talking abo......." trailing off slowly and blinking it was back. In all it's glory. As soon as this girl backed away. That was.....weird. But probably just a coincidence but it was damn perfectly timed if it was. Shaking her head and looking back up at the girl she brought her phone up, "Sorry, I wasn't quite talking about my phone. That's fine, it was my mutation acting up." Wow, a week months ago just casually admitting being a mutant was unthinkable. Now thought it was totally natural. That was a little strange to Alice but there were cuter problems at hand.

A quick search on the phone and she had the shop up and directions mapped. See, when she had a map she knew exactly which way to go. Which was kind of the point of maps but hey, she was still good at navigating them. "You're in luck though, it's not too far away. Shouldn't take too long to get to. Since your phones dead want me to walk with you? It's not a problem, I'm done with my shopping for the day." Except food, that was important. Always important. Like the most important thing in her life next to games.

With her brain working a little better, and her power co-operating again she had the mental faculties to give the girl a once over. She looked nice, obviously just off work and a little flustered about talking to the Brit. Maybe the White Wolf tee hadn't been the best choice but it was her favourite game and it looked really cool to her. If just a little intimidating to someone not used to that stuff.

Well, that was kind of understating it. Astrid's power was pretty nasty looking at it from the outside, the whole stabby wings could certainly be intimidating but that didn't matter to Alice. The girl was nice, to her at least, and her crystals were beautiful. So what if they were dangerous, Alice had never felt anything remotely like fear while hanging out with her french friend.

"I, well yeah I guess you are, but then everyone is. Kind of." God that was not the best way to start, come on Alice, you can do better! "Not that I think you'd hurt me or anything," she added hurriedly, "but it's kind of a people thing. Humans are pretty good at the whole violence thing, mutants just have a few different ways to go about it." In her eyes it wasn't the mutants who were the really scary ones, it was the people running military's or controlling the nukes of the world. Now they, were dangerous people. Not that they had any registrations acts forced on them.

Putting her plate aside and laying down on the blanket, pretty happy with how the day was going, "It's what we do that matters, not what we are. That's what I mean I guess. I just don't see a reason for mutants to be sorry for being different, even if those differences might be dangerous to others." It's not like they looked up really tall or muscular people for being better at fighting than everyone else. Or put restrictions on anyone who had learnt a martial art. All Alice really wanted to do was be able to live like anyone else. And cute girls. Those were helpful too.

It had been a weird date, good but the conversation had been really heavy for a first date. It was just, easy to talk to the other girl with her. Which should be odd, but wasn't. Which was even odder because of it.

Why did things like this have to be complicated? Couldn't she have like a relationship bar or something to help her deal with all the normal people interaction stuff?

Oh. That was a weird coincidence. That and the name. And the hair. This was real wasn't it. There was another her, in another world doing normal stuff. How different were they and worse, how similar?

Sitting back down and barely taking note of the mans exit from the mirror her mind was racing with so many possibilities and ideas. Problems and contradictions with all of this weirdness. A creeper was easy to deal with. Call security and they'll get ejected. Roughed up a little too but that was a fair price to pay for being a dirt bag. But this was on a whole different level of messed up.

Sighing and just waving away the punching comment, she wasn't in the mood now for casual violence. Well, that and if she was dealing with it herself it wouldn't be a punch she gave the guy. Skye might have a decent life now but she didn't ever think she was safe. The paranoia of years on the street wasn't something she was getting rid of, especially in situations like this.

"Paige, you are an angel. Doing this sober is not something I want and you're just not cutting it right now. No offense." A buzz was all well and good but it just wasn't the same as a cool, refreshing cocktail. Those were sweet, sour and oh so alcoholic.

Eyeing the man now standing in their room, she glanced at the clock over the door, "It's near midnight. Bit of an earlier shift than normal but I have work tomorrow as well. Why does it matter though? Not like we have anywhere better to be and I imagine you want some questions answered. I know I do." Just a minor understatement, she had to know what the hell was going on. Paige was probably more than just a little curious too, for all the wrong reasons Skye imagined but she wouldn't begrudge the girl a chance to learn about another world. On their doorstep.

Looking him over now that he was in 3D she had to admit he was cute. Had a rugged charm to him and if they'd met in another way she'd be a little interested in getting to know him. Shame he was still very much in the creeper box for now, until he could prove himself anyway.