[AU] WONDERFUL MAGICAL LESBIANS

[ohexplodable]

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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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.