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Deirdra watched as the mutant man caught the female officer's gun and shot all of them. The blond was a bit startled and glanced at him. Did he really just kill a group of cops? She blinked and felt a small smirk crawl onto her face. She wasn't quite sure why it was there, but it just was. There was nothing funny about the situation and her life was probably going to be over now, at least the life she knew. She made a decision that she couldn’t go back on, but she supposed that was life. The smirk was more out of shock.

With a sigh, she glanced at the bag he offered to her. It was all the things he had stolen. Deirdra looked up into his face and then shook her head ‘no’. “Thank you for the offer, but I helped you because I couldn’t watch another mutant get killed. Not because I wanted something from you, but really, thank you.” The blond nodded when he said she could change in the back of the car. “That would probably be best. I’d prefer not to get in trouble for this. I was leading a normal life with a normal job, but that ship has probably sailed.”

The woman crawled into the back of the SUV and motioned for Roland to pass her the pants. "Come on. I really want to get out of here." There was no way she would even begin to turn back into her other form without having the bottoms within arm’s reach. She could just see that ending badly, not to mention that she noticed that the man was handsome. The presence of handsome men and with Deirdra being a flirt, well, she just needed some pants.

The blond couldn't help but laugh when he said that she didn't know what she was missing. "Maybe that's true. I really don't know." She had never tried to be with another woman. It didn't seem appealing to her even if it would be a form of attention. Juka said he liked to dress different, but not to get people's attention. Deirdra thought that was why someone dressed differently in the first place, but it seemed that that wasn't the man's logic. She set her orange juice down on the coffee table and turned to look at the man who also resembled a woman.

"Do you dress like this only to look different or do you enjoy seeming a bit like a man and a woman at the same time. You probably appeal to more audiences if you're a bit like both." She crossed her left leg over her right and hoped that he wouldn't take her questions negatively. Deirdra took another sip of her juice and then decided to clear up the situation. "I'm just curious. I hope I'm not offending you or anything. I think you're very lovely. When I first saw you, I couldn't tell if you were male or female. You could really pass for either, which seems to be your goal."

When the man said that orange juice would suffice, Deirdra began to fill the other glass with the pulpy beverage. After she had finished pouring, the woman put the cap back on the jug and shoved it into the refridgerator. She came and sat next to Juka with an orange juice in each hand. The blond held one out to him and smiled. She listened as he told about his band. "Very cool." He guessed that she liked attention too and the woman looked off to the side with a smirk on her face. "It's that obvious, huh?" She paused. "Yes, I do like attention. I like it in almost any form. I don't care if it's a man or woman looking at me, as long as someone is." Deirdra glanced down at her drink.

"I don't like women the way I like men, but I don't mind if they like me." She realized how shallow it all sounded. It didn't really matter what people thought of her because there would always be someone who didn't care. Someone who just thought she was beautiful and would spend a night with her and then leave again. Even if it wasn't the correct kind of attention, it was still attention. Deirdra wasn't a psychologist or anything of the like, but she figured that most of those issues came from her lack of attention she had received as a child. She had left her home when she was thirteen. The woman had grown up fast and learned to appreciate anybody's eyes on her.

"Sounds terrible and narcissistic, doesn't it?" She shook her head and laughed. The laugh wasn't a happy one, it was something that had no humor in it at all. Lifting her glass to her lips, she took a drink of orange juice and then sighed. "So, Juka, you say you like attention too. Does it matter to you where it comes from? If you don't mind my asking, of course."

Sapphire spoke about her family. Her mom had been a mutant and her father had not, though they had been happy that way. Deirdra looked away and down. Thinking of her own family made the blond feel a tad bit like she may be sick all over the bar's countertop. She then looked back up at the other at her. "You're very lucky then. Meld sounds like she's in the same boat as myself, to an extent. It wasn't so much disowning as it was, oh I don't know, trying to get me shot or something. My dumb b*tch of a stepmother had hated me from day one. When I turned into a giant half-scorpion, it just made a great excuse to get rid of me. She called the police and I took off." The woman shrugged.

Both Meld and Sapphire seemed similar to Deirdra. It was odd to meet two other people who's opinions were so much like her own. She was used to being on the outside of things and feeling as though she was the only one who ever thought in such horrible ways about humans. Of course, deep down she knew that there were others, but she had never seen then or talked to them. Under the blond's tough exterior, she was just wounded and angry. Most of her rage came from the way she was treated as a child. It hadn't been good even when she had been human, so having the cops called on her shouldn't have really been such a big surprise to the woman.

Meld mentioned a group called 'The Order'. Deirdra's brow raised in curiosity. "Really? That's quite interesting." She took a small sip of tequila and had decided it would be a good idea to slow down the intake. The woman glanced down at her glass and made the choice to stop after her current beverage. She could only take in so much and still remain lucid. When she got too drunk, Deirdra had a tendency to flirt with anything with legs. It didn't matter if they were men or women. The attention would become the only that mattered and hitting on these two women didn't seem like a great idea.

Juka said something about the south, but Deirdra assumed he had meant west. She chuckled slightly to herself and looked at the interesting man. “I’m from out west. Wyoming, remember? Anyway, it’s not that amazing. There’s a lot of nature, if that’s the kind of things you like. There are geysers out there and they can be quite amazing.” The blond crinkled her nose. “Although they do stink and smell like rotten eggs. There’s an abundance of them in Yellowstone National Park. Needless to say, I didn’t visit that park very often.”

It seemed that Juka wanted to come in as well. She walked to the front door of the apartment building and unlocked it. Turning to the man, she motioned for him to follow. “I’m on the second floor. We’ll have to take the stairs.” Deirdra began to walk up the flight of stairs. She continued her ascent until she tripped on a step. With an angry sigh, she bent over to unhook her heels. When she bent over, her small shorts pulled. After taking them off, she turned around and gave him a smile. “Alright, almost there.”

When they arrived to her doorway, she unlocked it and stepped inside part way. The blond leaned in the entrance to her apartment and gave a sexy smirk. Then, Deirdra went inside the rest of the way after a moment. “Come in, come in. You want anything? A drink? Or..I don’t know.”

Deirdra glanced at Sapphire as she spoke. No, she didn’t sound like her sister. The blond didn’t really care for people, even if they were innocent. Or maybe, in a way, she did. She would never harm a child or someone who didn’t threaten her in anyway. If she felt that they, then she couldn’t be as bad as she had made herself sound. Part of her didn’t want to have feelings for anything or anyone, but she wasn’t a sociopath. She had been tested when she was younger. Even when she didn’t know she was a mutant, Deirdra had not been good at expressing emotions. She had barely ever cried, even if something had hurt very bad. Emotions were a weakness, she realized, but anger had a way of overtaking her at times anyway. She hated it, but couldn’t stop it most of the time. Anything involving mutant children and something terrible happening made her snap. The blond assumed that it had to do with what she had gone through.

Humans are a convenience? More like an inconvenience. She turned away as Sapphire continued her little speech, but still listened. It seemed as though this other woman did have some good ideas. She said she thought that the enemy was whoever opposed her. It made sense and the blond nodded as she listened. “I agree with that, but I have a tendency to hate humans more than mutants. I don’t mind human children and the people who accept what we are, but the others, I hate the others. Mutants took me in after my human parents called the cops on me when my ability surfaced. There were some more unfortunate events after that,” the woman waved her hand as if to dismiss it, “but complaining won’t change anything. If someone is to make this world better, they should act on it and not just sit there whining. You know?”

Meld spoke about what kind of humans she hated. It was similar to Deirdra’s way of judging people and it was logical, which is probably why all three woman seemed to have the idea. The other two mutants seemed to do some of the things they did for money. The blond did like money, but her motives didn’t lie in greed. They were coated with loathing and feeling abandoned by everyone. “Meld’s right. Lots of people have had bad things happen. It’s part of life. Also, how horrible one thing is may be a different type of horrible for another. It seems that people who experience a lot of bad things become stronger.” Well, stronger--or crazy, but there was no reason to add that in there since it was the only other option.

“I’d like to find some others with the same kind of ideals as us three and maybe start something that could actually make difference. I have no idea where I’d find these people though. They don’t usually just crawl out of the woodwork.” She sighed and took a small drink of tequila.