Give Me The Feelz

[Lana Kane]

Lana was a pretty good waitress for a girl who got nothing right. Yet her customers were always happy and always left her reat tips. This was one of the perks to being a freak, you got what you needed without much work. What she needed now was a ride out of town; as fun as it was to work here this wasn't meant to be more then a weekend stop before she moved on. Lana still wasn't sure her purpose in life but she wouldn't find it staying in one place. Tying on her apron she looked over her choices.

A mom with a passel of kids who were screaming? Lana passed by them and the kids settled down without her even waving her hand. Nope.

An old man in his 60s who looked a little to loney? She passed by him and he looked away 'deciding' not to talk. Nope.

She wanted someone young and by themselves. Someone with a good car and that she could get out of here with. Lana would ditch them in the next town, work a few days and then find a new ride. The pattern was easy, and she liked easy.

The door dinged and in walked a man by himself. Looking up toward the sky (that the roof blocked but that wasn't the point) she thanked whoever heard her request and then walked over to the table he sat at. It wasn't even her table but the other waitress was send off with out even a flick. When people didn't know what she was doing, it was easy. The challenge came with strong minded people. With people who knew what she was doing. With groups. It was why she liked them young and dumb. "Coffee?" She asked the man, waiting to see his emotions before she started playing around with them.

_{FOR: Erik Lehnsherr}

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Lana Kane
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

There was a lot riding on the safety of their President. He was one of their kind, a mutant. And in turn, could prove to be a very strong ally for mutant kind. The only issue was, it was not public knowledge . . . not yet. While Erik had no intention of 'outing' him, he did hope to one day appeal to him. But it was rumours of an assassination that brought Magneto here today. To Dallas.

He had some time before the appearance, and knew that lurking around may arouse suspicion. So instead, he found a diner and made his way inside, seating himself and pulling out a newspaper. When the waitress greeted him, Erik looked at her and gave a small, polite smile. "Please," he said, turning the mug over onto the saucer that accompanied it. He would wait until she left before reading the news. It was a good distraction from the magnitude of what could possibly happen. What Erik was determined to stop.