Your Pyro-gative

[John Allerdyce]

John was bored. It was exam week at the school and everyone was busy studying. Pyro however, was over it. He was wandering around, flipping his lighter cap open and closed, a habit of his that sometimes he didn't even realize he was doing. He had tried to watch TV, but the younger mutants were arguing about what to watch so his tolerance for juvenile debates had run out within the first few minutes of listening to it. Not that patience was ever his strong suit. So he went to the next best place: the kitchen. He however, was going to look for something very specific, taking advantage of the fact that there were no adults supervising and most everyone was engrossed in their studies.

He still glanced around to be sure though; one could never be too careful. Once the coast was clear he eyed that top cupboard that had a lock in it. A smile spread on the mutant's lips as he pulled out a couple pins from his pocket and started fiddling with the lock until it clicked. Knowing exactly what was inside, he grabbed a bottle of the scotch and put it in his inside jacket pocket, though had to adjust his arm to keep hold of it. Now scotch wasn't exactly Pyro's top choice of drink, but that was all he could currently find so it would have to do.

Closing the lock once more and casually making his way out of the kitchen, he walked down the hall with a clear destination in mind. Hell, he didn't even knock when he got there. Uncaring of what his friend was up to, John opened the door and quickly closed it behind him, entering Bobby's room. "Break time," he said with a smile, revealing the bottle of scotch as he just assumed Bobby was studying like everyone else. After all, it was no fun to drink alone.

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Exams. If anything could send stress levels soaring throughout most of the mansion it was exams. Honestly there were countless other stresses in their daily lives, the whole mutation thing for an obvious start, but exams had that special quality of being something that they needed to deal with despite the rest of their lives being so extraordinary. He’d heard complaints against the whole thing and claims that mutants had no need for normal things like educational qualifications, but that wasn’t the way at Xavier’s.

While Bobby hadn’t always been consistent with his schoolwork before coming here, nowadays he tried his best to focus and do well in everything that came his way. He’d wanted to impress people like the Professor and Scott from the moment he’d arrived, show that he had something to offer even if it was more in the power training area. Academically, it never hurt to be able to let his parents know he was getting decent grades and in turn lower the chances they’d take issue and find out this place wasn’t a prep school sooner rather than later. And Bobby would prefer much later.

Having just managed to get his head around the particular topic he was studying an interruption probably wasn’t the best thing, but he felt a wave of gratitude for it when his friend showed up. He spun in his seat with a smile to greet John but it wavered when he saw the bottle. “Where’d you get that, is that from the kitchen?" He rose from his desk and took a step closer, eyes on the alcohol. "You know Scott’s gonna kill you, right?”


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John's smile was unwavering. Hell, he was even a bit smug that he had swiped it from the kitchen. "Yup," he answered proudly, looking at the bottle with a grin before making his way to Bobby's desk. Once there, he closed his books and pushed them to the side while responding to Bobby's next words. "Let him," he said uncaring of the consequences from Scott. There weren't exactly any professors here that John particularly liked. Scott was low on the list indeed. Too strict. Too disciplinary. And well, Pyro didn't do well with that kind of authority.

He turned to look back at his friend, pulling out the switch blade from his pocket to cut the wrapper from the top. "What are they gonna do, expel me?" He asked sarcastically. Expelling students wasn't exactly the norm here. Especially since some of the mutants didn't have anywhere else to go. Pyro hated to admit that he was one of those people. Peeling the wrapper off, he hopped up on the desk, sitting on the edge of it and opening the cap. "Here, I'll even let you have the first drink," he said, holding out the bottle to Bobby, as if he wasn't going to take no for an answer. In this opinion, he was helping his friend out by taking the edge off; taking a break from all this stress of studying.

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John’s grin was contagious even with Bobby’s misgivings on the matter of stealing the scotch and what consequences might befall his friend and himself now he’d been pulled into this, so his own smile perked up again at Pyro’s dismissive devil-may-care reply. Bobby couldn’t help it and something about the other mutant spoke to his younger more carefree self that maybe still existed somewhere under all the pressure he’d partly placed on himself. And John was fun, he had to admit it along with any caution he felt about anything they did. “He might just actually murder you with his death glare. Stare you dead and we’ll be finding pieces of you scattered around for weeks.”

He was right though and Bobby had no idea what they would really do to him if they found out. They couldn’t send John home or anywhere else for that and he would have protested it for his friend if they’d have tried. Aside from that they were safely hidden away in his room now, just the two of them, nobody would know. Turning to watch as Pyro perched on the desk with a glance to the discarded books, he gave a hesitant moment of further consideration and took the offered bottle. “Maybe just a little, but then I gotta get back to studying, okay?” He took a larger swig than he wanted, but assumed a small sip would be mocked so he might as well get it over with, handing the bottle back with a wince. He had to admit that it tasted a whole lot better than the one he’d tried that time from his father’s liquor cabinet back home. The burn of this at the back of his throat felt nice. “It’s not bad… not bad at all. That means you’re definitely dead for swiping the good stuff.”


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Pyro smirked with amusement when Bobby warned him that Scott might just murder him with a death glare. He could see that. Scott seemed to be the kind of person who would glare, and potentially give a long winded lecture about responsibility. Wouldn't be the first time he'd heard it. "Good thing I can't actually see his eyes then," John said sarcastically, though not without truth. The man wore protective gear due to his mutation. Saved Pyro the need to make eye contact when talking to him. "Either that, or he'll just kill me with boredom from one of his lectures." A vocalization of his earlier thoughts of how mundane and tedious it was to hear the teachers giving them a talk. Listening to that was in itself, punishment enough.

When Bobby agreed, Pyro grinned, clearly not about to let his friend get back to studying so quickly but would say whatever he could to appease him. "Yeah alright." Clear disinterest in his tone when it came to the topic of studying; whether it was Bobby or John. Truth was, Pyro was bored. And Bobby was the person he was closest with in the entire school. Perhaps, in his entire life. He found himself wanting to spend more time in his company which, often caused confusion amongst others considering their contrasting personalities. But, as the saying goes . . . opposites attract. And there was something attracting John to Bobby's company indeed. The depth of it, was still unknown. Or perhaps, just unspoken. John couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's reaction, taking the offered bottle in his hand.

"Well, you're officially part of the crime so you'll be going down with me," he said teasingly, as he took a rather large swig of the drink. Swallowing it, he features slightly twisted, feeling the burn of it but it felt pretty damn good. "You need to lighten up anyway," he continued to tease. "Let loose a little. There's more to life than school and studying." With that, Pyro casually slid to the side on the desk, 'accidentally' -- but really purposefully -- knocking Bobby's books and notes to the ground. He glanced at them and looked back at Bobby with a feigned innocent expression, a slight shrug of shoulders and a look as if to say Whoops though there was not an ounce of remorse that went along with it. The hint of mischief remained on his face as he took another large drink, before offering the bottle back to Bobby.

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“He could accidentally totally intentionally tip his shades and take you out if he wanted. Tell everyone you spontaneously combusted and they’d all believe him because you’re a hothead.” He hoped and believed Scott would never actually harm a student intentionally no matter how stern and serious he was most of the time. The man was still a part of the X-Men and Bobby had looked up to him since the day he’d met him but he could admit that John wasn’t entirely wrong in his summation. While he tried his best to keep interested and focused in all the classes he had to take, sometimes they were just overflowing with monotony and hard to take in. Sadly, Scott delivered at least one class in the curriculum like that even if Bobby thought he was more engaging in others.

Watching Pyro take a drink from the bottle he raised his brows and fought his smile back. “So you’re just trying to get me into trouble while I’m minding my own business being a good student? Same as every day then.” With his amusement reappearing he was close to agreeing with John on the issue of studying being far from the most important thing in life, even if it seemed it was exactly that at times. Until his friend scattered his books and notes. “John!“ After an initial jolt as if to attempt to save them as they fell he instead watched helplessly as papers floated down to settle in a disorganized mess on the bedroom floor. “I had those all in the right order.”

With a defeated sigh Bobby turned to his friend, the two closer since John had slid himself along the desk to clear its contents. “You couldn't have just carefully moved them somewhere else?” There was an attempt at a disapproving look but it crumbled when faced with John’s expression and Bobby took the bottle again with a quietly resigned laugh. Maybe he would prefer to spend time with the pyrokinetic rather than frowning over his books which he knew he should be doing instead, but somehow John always managed to draw his attention away from whatever he was doing. After another considerable swig went down against his better judgement he handed the bottle back and retreated to flop down on his bed, legs over the edge. “I’m probably gonna blow it anyway.” He followed his complaint with a playfully mocking grin. “But hey! At least I’ll go down with you.”


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[John Allerdyce]

Pyro rolled his eyes a little at the mention of what Scott could do. "I'd like to see him try," he scoffed, clear arrogance in his voice. But, truth was, Pyro knew Bobby was right. The X-Men were properly trained. They knew the extent of their powers and had full control over it. John, while hating to admit it, was still learning the extent of his. He hoped to reach that point one day, but also felt like this school wasn't the best place to do that. Even if right now, it was the only place. They just . . . were too damn slow for his own liking and his patience grew thinner with each passing day. Still. He had a reason or two to stay. He'd found connections here that kept him in place and often stilled thoughts of running away. One such connection was currently across from him. At his friend's next words -- or accusation -- Pyro's smirk returned as he looked at him.

"Exactly. I gotta balance out your goody two shoes, teacher pet attitude." A clear tease towards his friend. Their powers weren't the only opposite things about them. Their entire personalities were too. And John couldn't resist any opportunity to mock his friend's good standing with the others, and good work habits. Which, also landed him a strong sense of satisfaction when he had dumped his papers onto the floor, rather unapologetic about it despite Bobby's reaction. "You're lucky I didn't burn them," he said, pulling out his lighter with an amused smile, flipping the cap of it open and shut. Really, it was just meant to casually serve as a distraction considering the closer proximity they were at. Pyro had not failed to notice the looks, casual touches that were suddenly not feeling so casual. Perhaps it was the alcohol soaking in, but whatever the reason, he nonchalantly avoided eye contact, looking at his lighter -- which wasn't uncommon -- and waited for Bobby to be on the bed before meeting his gaze again.

Feeling rather proud and smug that he could lighten his friend's mood by making him laugh, amidst his stress of exams. "Oh please. You know you're gonna ace it. Well, you better anyway. Who else am I going to copy off of?" He asked, jokingly. Truth was, he did fine on exams, with minimal studying. He just hated getting that lecture from the professors. How he was smart and had so much potential blah blah blah . . . yet he constantly found himself in trouble. It was boredom. Pure boredom. He didn't often study and did well enough, but the whole crap on what he could achieve if he applied himself in regards to his behaviour . . . well, he was over it. "Storm even suggested I study with you to develop good work habits," he said, clear mockery in the latter part of his statement as he very consciously used Ororo's mutant name. "So, considering this us studying. Only, we're studying the content of alcohol and how long a bottle of scotch takes to lower our inhibitions." Pushing off the desk he walked up to where Bobby was, taking the bottle from him to take another particularly large gulp of the drink.

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He breathed a quiet snort at Pyro’s comment on him being a teacher’s pet. He supposed it did come across like that to other students and it hadn’t always been that way before he’d come here. Back at his old school he’d wanted to do well, sure, his parents had always been on his back about grades and achievements and how important they were if he ever wanted to get a decent job. The thing was Bobby hadn’t cared much for the idea of a decent job, whatever that was, but rather he’d always had the yearning for something more. Something better than the life his parents had with their comforts and unhappiness.

Once he’d arrived at Xavier’s, the need to prove himself had well and truly kicked in. Here he could have the chance to do something amazing so it was true that he usually did his best to aim high and show he had what it took to be great some day. Distraction though, that was always a threat to his determination and too often a welcome one, particularly when it came in the form of a fire mutant who was always up for trouble of some kind. “How do I know you still won’t burn them… don’t burn them.” He added the request right after a thought that John might take his words as some kind of encouragement and light them up anyway. He had his doubts that his friend would but it was sometimes difficult to tell just what Pyro might do, apart from that whatever it was it would possibly be something frowned upon by most. “I really don’t want to write all that out again and you don’t want me to quit being your drinking buddy right now so leave them alone. On the floor, all messed up, out of order.”

He exhaled another slightly dramatic sigh as he spoke, looking mournfully over the scattered notes one last time and switched it for a smile when John met his gaze again. His eyes went briefly to the lighter, a familiar sight and that sound, while it annoyed some Bobby was inexplicably fond of it in a way but he couldn’t say why. He felt a little swell of pride when his friend implied he’d do well in this particular exam whether it was true or not. “That’s because Storm doesn’t know that your mortal enemy is well organized study materials and sober study companions.” Laughing, Bobby shook his head, but his amusement gave way to something else when John rose and stood in front of him to take a drink from the bottle. Something about the position warmed his cheeks with mild embarrassment although not enough that he could fully register why, but still his gaze roamed slowly up from midway to watch Pyro swallowing the liquor, and down again before glancing away. He tried a joke. “An official experiment then? What’s your hypothesis?”


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