[AU] WONDERFUL MAGICAL LESBIANS

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WHO: Tabby and Elsa
WHERE: IDK Elsa's doorstep and then her apartment?
WHEN: IT'S AN AU 8D
SUMMARY: After this and this
WARNINGS: Zero and Toast being total retards 8D
FORMAT: WHATEVER WE FEEL LIKE YAYYYY



Tabby is really not quite sure what she's doing here. She's standing on Elsa's doorstep with a crate in her arms that's full of what some might consider to be much too much alcohol and he alcohol isn't the problem (it never is, is it?). The problem is the that she's standing on Elsa's doorstep and she's not sure if ringing the doorbell is even worth it, considering that the door is probably going to get slammed in her face the moment Elsa realizes who it is.

Then again, may as well try, right? I mean, I'm the one with enough alcohol to down an elephant...

She muttered to herself under her breath, took a deep breath, then shuffled over to hit the doorbell with her elbow.

"Here goes nothing..."

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The chime of the doorbell startled Elsa out of her reverie; she looked up from the handgun she was cleaning. Nobody, nobody ever came to visit. Well, there had been... Words exchanged over the communities, but that couldn't possibly come to fruition. It just wouldn't make sense.

She sighed and stood up. Nonetheless, she should answer the door. Courtesy aside, the curiosity wouldn't let her leave it alone. She opened the door rather suddenly, looking blankly ahead. And in the middle of her line of sight was, oddly enough...

Well. She managed to quash the recoil instincts. Surprise was just another form of weakness, after all. This is unexpected.

She stepped aside and gestured towards the living room. "Come in." Elsa was trying not to be too curt, and that was worth something, at least.

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Well hey, I'm inside. That's one step closer to... whatever it is we're working towards.

Tabby only partially forced the wry smile on her face as she walked in.

"Hey there, Red. How's life?"

She let her box thump down on the table, then pulled her elbows behind her back to crack her shoulders.

"Huh. Man, all that glass is hella heavy... although I guess you wouldn't notice that, huh?"

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She shrugged nonchalantly, eyes heavily lidded. "It's life, as it will be. What else is there to say, darling?"

As subtly as possible, she put away the gun and oil rag. The apartment was... A bit of a disaster, to be perfectly honest. She absentmindedly flicked a pair of dirty underclothes off the couch to allow the guest to sit down.

Elsa raised an eyebrow at the box in question. "I didn't think you'd bring that much. Did you clean out the corner store on your way here?" She managed to hold in the snort, however. What, does she think I have muscles of steel or some nonsense?

"So, ice?" She tossed the question over her shoulder on her way to the kitchen. She didn't have fine crystal, but hells, she wouldn't use it if she did. Oversized plastic cups would do just as well.

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"Dunno?"

In reality, she hadn't been all that interested, it had just seemed like the kind of question you're supposed to ask in these kind of situations.

Tabby raised an eyebrow at Elsa's cleaning attempt, but let the commentary at that. She grabbed a beer from the box and batted half-heartedly at the couch to brush away anything Elsa had missed before sprawling out along one end.

When you've seen someone massacre a horde of samauri robots with nothing but a shovel and a pair of stilleto boots, you tend to overestimate their capabilities as a matter of fact. "Eeeeeh, most of this I snagged off other people. They won't miss it"

Tabby grinned smugly and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

"Uh, if you want it, sure, but I'm fine with whatever. Ice just dilutes the booze, which is totally, like, against the point of drinking, right?"

It's not like she had to pretend to be refined or anything.

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Elsa spared a glance towards the living room, silently hoping that Tabby wasn't sitting on anything important. There were important documents lying around in there. She had no idea why they were important, they just were.

"I certainly hope not. I don't want a flock of angry loiterers storming my home, demanding their hooch."

Returning with a cup in each hand, one of them full of ice, she couldn't help but smirk. "True. But on the other hand, it takes a very special kind of palette to stomach warm beer."

"I see you forgot the pudding. I'm not sure I'll ever get over it."

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If Tabby was, well... too late now. They'd be getting beer all over them anyway. Probably.

"Eeeeh, even if they did, we could just, like, kick 'em out. It'd prob'ly be fun, really. 'Cause, like, it'd be self-defense? So we could do whatever?"

Tabby rolled her eyes and grabbed the empty glass from Elsa. "Totally. They might not be distinguished, but, like, I totally have distinctive tastes, what." A pause. "Plus, it's not like it's summer out there. I don't wear pants unless I have to."

She shrugged and poured her beer into her glass. "Pfft. I don't do pudding on such short notice. That shit needs to set, y'know. But if you ask really nice, maybe I'll fill up a kiddie pool for next time."

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Elsa snorted. "Yes, you're quite clear about that. And if they are pants, they have to be that PVC nonsense, correct?"

She couldn't help but pause. "A kiddie pool? How would you make that much? Nevermind that, how would you eat that much? Your stomach would-" She managed to keep herself from freezing in her tracks, though a blink slipped through the defenses. "Ah, right. How silly of me. I forgot about you folks and your Great American Pastimes."

Setting the beer down before her guest, she took a seat on the chair opposite. "How did you even get those clothes up to State 51? I never saw things like that around the place, and you didn't come back from surface trips with much luggage."

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"Damn straight! After all, why hide these legs from the world?"

To emphasize her point, she crossed one leg over the other.

Oh sure, some might say that Tabby was tasteless, but she knew they were wrong. She had taste. Lots of it. She just had very specific tastes. After all, beautiful girls had to wear beautiful clothes and screw the world. The world was fat and wobbly and probably had a muffin top. Tabby was none of those things.

She smirked and twisted a lock of hair around her finger.

"Mutant metabolism, what. I can, like, eat a lot. It just burns right off, y'know?"

She snapped and a little tongue of flame flickered between her fingers, illuminating her feisty grin.

"And I told you. I don't wear pants. That sorta, y'know, helps when you're bringin' luggage up."

A pause.

"Plus, y'know, the Captain's totally a sweetheart if you ask him t'do stuff. You just gotta smile pretty an' maybe lean over a bit."

She says this flippantly, but she's testing to see what Elsa will say. It's not as if Tabby's ever kept her lifestyle a secret from anyone. She figures it's her body, she'll do what she wants with it and hey, it's not like mutants get AIDS or whatever.... but she's never really been sure what the other Nextwavers thought about what she did. Now's probably a good time to find out.