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WHO: Sally Blevins and Warren Worthington III
WHERE: All that Jazz and then somewhere to eat. McDonalds anyone?
WHEN: Monday at lunchtime.
WARNINGS: Nope
SUMMARY: Sally takes Warren out for lunch.
FORMAT: Para to start and then whatever.

Sally had spent the morning trying to figure out exactly where to try and take Warren to lunch. She couldn't afford anywhere high class. After innocently telling Sam that she might be taking her old friend to McDonalds, which had caused the boy to laugh, she wasn't all that sure how good an idea it was. Her options were limited. Well, unless she dipped into the money she was setting aside to buy a new wardrobe. Warren possibly warranted more than saving money for a killer pair of shoes. Possibly. Except it would be nice to have more than the pair she was currently wearing.

She headed over to All that Jazz just before the lunch rush and poked her head into Warren's office.

"Are you ready to go and try some fine cuisine?" she grinned.

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"Uh-huh," he said distractedly, as he quickly tried to type up his last email before he had to go. The amount of back ordering, re-ordering, and other jobs he had to get done after suddenly being gone for a week and a half was a very huge pain in the ass. Not to mention that Warren was back home in his timeline for a couple of months, so he also had to reacquaint himself with his jobs here again.

Not fun.

Lunch break though? That was definitely more than welcomed. Once he was finished, Warren closed his laptop and pulled on his jacket (in a very untimely fashion, of course, considering the wings and all). "Where are we going? Do you need me to fly us, or...?"

"Nope!" Sally shook her head and held the door open. "The place we're going is just down the block so we should be able to walk. You can always fly if you really want but it shouldn't be more than five minutes by foot. Well, depending on how crowded the sidewalks are. It's not even one bus stop away or anything."

She realized she was babbling and scrunched her nose, annoyed with herself. "But we should go instead of discussing the various ways to get there."

Warren snorted in amusement and headed toward the office door. "That's fine. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually capable of walking to places sometimes."

Just not often because walking didn't feel as natural to him; he couldn't help it! Today could be an exception though, since it was Sally and all, and they hadn't exactly got to spend much time catching up since she arrived.

"Shall we?"

"Yeah but I bet you're like Sam and prefer flying more just because you can!" She was already heading out the door and talking a mile a minute. There was lost time to make up for and she wasn't about to let a single moment pass by unused. "Speaking of flying! I was practicing with my powers and Sam and I think that I might be able to glide in the air or something with enough practice. Except I need to just keep my shield up when I'm falling from great heights for the moment or I'll end up splatting on the ground."

Sally stopped outside the storefront with the golden arches painted on the window and grinned. "I hope you like burgers and fries!"

"I'm probably worse than Sam," Warren admitted with a grin. Most fliers loved to fly because of the wind or the sights or other such reasons. But Warren was physically built like a bird, right down to the hollow bones and no body fat; the sky was where he was supposed to be, naturally. "Gliding sounds pretty fun though. How's that coming--"

McDonald's.

Well then.

Wasn't there rumours around about how their burgers weren't actually burgers but were actually rats and people's fingers and stuff? Ahem.

Pushing that thought aside, Warren kept the smile on his face. "Of course I do!"

Maybe he'd get lucky and they'd have salads and lattes here, too.

Take that Sam Guthrie! Sally would have to rub it in later that Warren had seemed more than happy with her choice in McDonald's. "It's coming slowly. I need to figure out how to push my field down so it'll balance me when I'm in the air. I can skate around when I'm on the ground with it around my feet so it's just a matter of figuring out how to transfer that to when I'm in the air."

She glanced up at the menu.

"Preferably without falling on my face."

Sally looked up at and grinned before turning to order herself a burger, fries and milkshake. She couldn't believe all the choices that were now available. A McRib? What in the world...

"And then whatever he's having," she told the cashier and stepped aside so Warren could order.

"Falling definitely sucks," Warren mumbled as he read over the menu; he'd never been in a McDonald's before...well, not since he was a teenager, anyways, so all of this was a bit new for him and he had no idea what to get. "So would it be kind of like surfing on the air?"

The lady behind the counter cleared her throat impatiently, and Warren glared. "Give me that Filet O'Fish thing. Chicken Caesar salad...and fruit parfait?"

Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. But it was so cheap! That surely would affect the quality and possible bacterial levels, right? Eek.

Sally paid for the meal, grinning when she realized there would be change. Maybe she could get them dessert too! Two apple pies for a buck. Who didn't like a deal like that?

"I'm not exactly sure what it would be like but that's probably the best way to describe it. It'll take some time to figure it all out." She handed him his soda cup and began filling her own. "It won't be like real flying but it's an approximation of it."

She gathered their tray of food and waited for him to pick a drink. "How's your car?"

Ugh. Coke it was. Warren gave her a sideways glance when she mentioned the word 'car' and everything else was forgotten.

"Oooh let's see. My alignment is screwed up. The street salt wrecked my paint job. The interiors had drinks and food and garbage all over the place--not to mention clothes. It's sitting in the shop at the moment; I took it there when I went around returning all of the video games and music instruments and clothes and whatever I could to all of the disgusting stores they came from."

Grumble, grumble.

"I'm just thanking God that they couldn't find a way to spend anything in my bank accounts."

"Younger other you didn't know your pin or anything so they basically could only spend whatever cash they found in the apartment. And apparently drink all the liquor and Oh. My. God!" Sally put down the tray at the booth she picked and sighed, exasperated. "That other fake Dazzler totally ruined Ali's pants! And I don't know what she used but it was just awful and she was so annoying, Warren. You do not even know! She was mean and rude and I'm pretty sure she got in an argument with Sam's mom and she just...I am so glad real Ali is back."

She took a breath to calm herself down. Talking about fake Dazzler easily riled her. "Other you wasn't so bad. That sucks about your car though. You can get it fixed, right?"

"Trust me, none of our clothes or things were taken care of," he replied blandly, thinking back to the wrinkled, ripped, dirty messes he heard about and seen. "Whatever the hell those kids were supposed to be, I don't know. I'm not impressed though!"

Warren scrunched up his face and finished pouring his drink and stuck a lid on it. "The car'll be fixed. It's just more money to cough up. You know. Because I obviously don't spend enough already."

Henh.

Sally stared at him for a long moment and then she burst into laughter. She collapsed onto the seat, trying hard to stifle her amusement. "At least you're not paying for lunch today?" she finally manages between giggles.

"I'm not actually laughing at you." Oh she is. "I had this weird flashback of when we were all on Ship and getting scolded for one of Tabitha's schemes. And that is the exact kind of expression you would've had."

She grinned and dipped her fries into her milkshake. "Memories."

Warren made such a face at her for that; that just made him sound old and...like a parent, or something equally as gross. Oh Sally was lucky she was Sally.

"You're hilarious," he deadpanned and unwrapped his sandwich. His interesting sandwich that didn't look like real fish at all. "How's Tabby doing anyways? I heard she and Sam broke up."

It was startling how easily the laughter dried up at the mention of her old friend. "I think something is seriously wrong with her," she murmured.

Sally stared at her fries for a long moment as she tried to get her thoughts in order. "She's not at the X-Force base anymore. Domino stopped me on my way home from All that Jazz one night to talk about Cable and then basically ask me to keep an eye on her. That's hard to do when no one knows where she is." Some days she thinks no one really cares either but best not to dwell on that right now.

She looked up and frowned, her food forgotten for the moment. "The last time I talked to her she was going on about foxes and something trying to get her. I told her to come to me and I'd help keep her safe but she said I couldn't do that and be safe and then she cut the feed. Something is wrong and I don't know what to do."

Okay, so maybe he had to take a few moments to let that process. Sam had mentioned that Tabby was acting weird and that she'd left X-Force, but Warren didn't realize it was that weird. Foxes? Seriously? Warren had a split personality and even he thought that was bizarre talk.

"Maybe you could ask the Cuckoos or Rachel to look for her telepathically?" Warren suggested. Maybe Tabby just didn't want to be found and was talking crazy talk just to be able to get away for awhile, who knows. "Even if you don't go and talk to her, at least you'd know she's safe?"

"She was talking about Cable mind tapping her--whatever that is--so I really don't want to have any other telepaths messing with her. I don't think she would appreciate that at all." Sally knew she wouldn't ever appreciate it. There was one telepath that she trusted and apparently that woman was dead. However, knowing Tabby was safe trumped any distrust with telepaths.

"I don't know. Maybe?" She sighed and poked at her fries. "Everyone says she's different than the girl I used to know. Do you think she is?"

"First of all, let's get something straight about Cable. He doesn't 'mind tap' his team or his friends to hurt them," Warren pointed out, and paused for just a second to bite into weird!sandwich. Once he swallowed (yummy? Probably not...) he began speaking again. "He's done the same thing to me on two separate occasions. I also know he's done it to Shatterstar and to Sam here. I'm not saying you have to trust Cable, but don't doubt the guy; he cares a lot about those kids even if he sounds like an old grumpy bastard about it."

And Warren honestly believed this. If Cable hadn't gotten into his head both times, then the Horseman in there would have gotten people killed. Straight up. Cable had even apologized to Warren after, saying he only did it because it needed to be done.

"Did you ever think that maybe he had a reason to go in there? You're the one who said there's something wrong with Tab, and I'm sure if you noticed, he did too."

"Logically I know what you're saying makes sense. Domino's told me it. Sam's told me it," Sally admitted, and stirred the straw in her milkshake. "But I can't help but think of Stryfe whenever I hear about something like that. Which isn't fair to Cable, I know, but that's where my mind goes. There are months of my life that are a complete haze because of his brainwashing and I'm just not quite pass that yet."

Sally shrugged and took a moment to eat some fries. "I think he probably was wanting to help her."

Warren sighed, knowing what she said was completely understandable. How many assholes had done things to him, changed his body, killed his girlfriends, or kidnapped him? Paranoia went a long way in the lives they led.

"Have you ever considered talking to Nate about it?"

"No." Sally frowned, and dipped her fries back in the milkshake. She took a few moments to contemplate the idea before speaking again. "I probably should or I might never move pass this and that would seriously suck."

She perked up considerably as she remembered how old Cable was at the moment. "I'll have to wait until he's not a teenager anymore though," she snickered. Younger Cable would never cease to be amusing.

Warren moved onto his salad after he was finished with his fish. Still weary, he looked it over before he started eating it. "I hear you, Sammy, and Bobby have been letting him tag along with you guys."

An amused snort. "How's that going?"

"I am going to be so sad when I get 'ported home and forget about it all! I don't think I've laughed this much in months," Sally laughed, and polished off her fries. "The poor guy wanted milk, Warren, and I think nearly everything any of us said went over his head. But it's been fun."

She shook her head and picked up her burger. "Definitely better than worrying about what some of the others who have been switched in are up to."

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"Well, I've been somewhere relatively close to his future, so I can say for certain that I don't blame the guy," Warren laughed. The laugh was very amused as well, for the idea of a young, not-grumpy Cable did actually sound interesting. But that would've been him at one time, right? Assuming it wasn't some alternate timeline this Nate was from, they had to keep in mind that their Cable was actually capable of that kind of humour and innocence.

"But if you're having fun, then he can't be all that bad, right?"

"Stop trying to get me to like Cable, Warren," she teased, and pointed her straw at him. She got the point though and shook her head. It was possible that she was being a little too hard on the guy. "But yeah, he is human like the rest of us. I do remember when he was just a baby." Which made everything even more ridiculous.

"Our lives are very weird." Grinning, she took another bite of her burger. "And what do you mean you were somewhere relatively close to his future?"

Bringing up baby Cable to Cable was always a fun time, in Warren's opinion, and he smirked at Sally's comment as he picked away at his salad. The salad itself wasn't really bad, but he wasn't full; having an enhanced metabolism plus a healing factor was never a good mix with fast food, he decided.

"Year 2993. It was about 1000 years off of Cable's time, but it was ruled by Stryfe and, to some degree thereafter, Apocalypse. You want to talk about having a crappy life, well that place about sums it up."