Wild Things (Open)

[sabertooth]

The wind whipped past as the bike roared down the old country road, kicking up a trail of dust as it sped along under the fading sun. Long hair billowed wildly out from the mans head as his long coat flapped madly in the rushing air, the throttle open full pushing the bike at breakneck speeds through the countryside, a wide grin etched on his weathered face, almost hidden by his heavy whiskers. The blood was pumping through his veins and his heart was racing as the scenery raced past reviving memories from long ago, when things hadn't been so different. War was after all still war.

Viktor Creed grinned widely as the bike thundered down the long straight road, heading down one of the backroads into New Orleans. The smells in the air were so different from the ones up north...and the temperature was so much warmer, so much so that under his long coat he wore a simple black vest and a pair of heavy jeans, his metal plated biker boots rounding off the look.

Creed eased up off the throttle as he saw what he was looking for coming into view ahead...a good old fashioned truck stop, the big rigs pulled up looked dirty and well used, while the large number of bikes outside told him the place was busy. Even though they were only a few miles outside New Orleans, the place was far enough out of the way to be ignored by the tourists and city dwellers. Just what he was looking for.

The bike rolled slowly to a stop in the dirt outside the bar, the engine idly as a few of the bikers outside eyed him up before going back to their beers and whatever else they were doing. Kicking the stand down and flicking the keys out of the ignition, Creed swung his leg over the bike and headed inside, his throat dry and his belly empty...

[QUICKSILVER]

"I'll have another if ya don' mind." Pietro said through drazzled lips as he cast the bartender a goofy smile. He barely caught the glass of tequila as it slid at him, sloshing a bit on his long duster jacket. Lifting the glass he downed half of it, fighting the urge to heave all over the bar and beyond. Setting the glass down he let out a sigh, hanging his blond head into his hands.

"Nobody knows...the trouble I've seen. Nooo...nobody knows" he droned quietly to himself as he slumped further to the bar table. He was in such a state of depression, and not even tequiila could get him away.

He was missing his sister something feirce. Wanda. Poor beautiful and fragile Wanda. She was crazy. As loony as you get. And somehow, Pietro felt it was all his fault. He had started it. And now it was over, but Wanda wasn't right. And poor poor Lily. His little niece, Wanda's daughter. Such a strong girl. Poor girl.

Pietro could feel the tears coming. He was going to fight them. He always fought them. Grabbing the glass he downed the last half of it, slamming it on the table. "'Nother!" he yelled to the bartender, his eyes bleary and watered.

[sabertooth]

He pushed the swinging doors apart with his hands, standing in the doorway for a few moments as he let the sights and smells assail his enhanced senses, the scent of smoke, sweat, beer and women fill his nostrils while his eyes picked the bar apart, taking in the details of the old and well worn decorations, meeting the eye of any biker who tried to stare him down with a glare of his own, quelling any thoughts of a confrontation for now. He just grinned as he stepped inside and let the doors swing closed behind him. This was his kind of bar.

He caught sight of something white slumped over the bar as he scanned the room and as he turned back to it, the sight before him was unmistakeable...much much older since they had last crossed paths but it was definetly him. Creed moved closer and his sensitive nose told him it was exactly who he had first thought. Pietro Maximoff.

"Leave the bottle"

Growled Creed as his hand landed on the table beside Quicksilver's half empty glass, his long talons scratching the varnish off the bar as they landed, his other hand clapping the drunken fool on the back, possibly a little harder than he should have. As the bar tender placed another glass on the table Viktor took the bottle and filled both glasses back to the brim, hefting his and tapping it against Pietro's.

"Its been a long time Pietro...I thought you'd be dead by now"

Sabertooth threw his head back and down the shot in one, barely even acknowledging the burning liquid as it ran down his throat, before slamming the glass down and refilling it. The tequila was strong but not that strong...

[QUICKSILVER]

Pietro stopped himself from heaving yet again as he felt a hand slam him on the back, looking behind him his eyes fell on a old sight. None other than good ol' Sabertooth. Thinking it a daze at first he shook his head lightly. Nope. He was real. And apparently talking to him. Looking at the glass filled before him Pietro picked it up, sloshing a bit of the alcohol all over the bar table and himself he took a long heartfelt drink and set the glass on the table.

"I've been dead. But I'm back now. Everyone's back. They're not here. But here." Pietro said waving his hands around him. In all seriousness he had no idea what he was saying. The alcohol was his means of communicating and it wasn't doing so good. His mind was on Wanda, and Lily. But now was being interfered with by Sabertooth. It was confusing in his current state.

"Have you killed tha claw man yet? The one who slashes people? I haven't seen him in a loooooooooong while." Pietro said, elongating the word 'long.' He sat up straighter and smiled dumpily at Sabertooth, picking up his drink again. There was one thing he remembered. Sabertooth and the claw man. What was his name? The Wolf? The Wolvie? He couldn't remember at the moment. And truth be told...he didn't really care and he wasn't going to care tomorrow morning either. Oh yes, he knew what was going to happen tomorrow. A cure for the hangover like none had ever seen.

[sabertooth]

Creed knocked back several more shots as Quicksilver spoke, reaching out a hand to steady the man and stop him falling backwards off his bar stool and onto the dusty floor. His coat was already stained with alcohol and he looked as though he hadn't slept in days, but if truth be told, Viktor couldn't really have cared less. He was here for a good time and was in no mood to be dragged down by a depressed child of Erik. What he was saying made no sense, but then often the ramblings of a drunken man never did and spending time trying to figure them out was normally either a waste of time or a way to lose your good mood.

At the mention of the claw man though his hand slammed back down onto the table, cracking the shot glass between his fingers and bringing a small snarl to his lips,

"Logan...Wolverine as you know him is unfortunately still alive and sadly still kicking..."

His voice trailed off as he thought back to the Shield compound and the chaos he had left behind, they'd be on their way soon to try and find him, but he reckoned he had a couple of hours yet before anyone started to show up and he wasn't going to waste it thinking about that no good little runt. He called for a nother glass, brushing the broken shards onto the floor with his hand before filling up his drink once more and knocking it back.

He grunted as he nudged the white haired man,

"Whats eating you anyway?"

[QUICKSILVER]

Nursing his little shotglass Pietro listened to Sabertooth tell him about Wolverine. That was his name! Hiccuping slightly Pietro leaned his head on one arm, looking at Sabertooth through foggy eyes.

"What's eatin' me? Oh family problems! I have a beautiful daughter...she works for the New Order. I have a terrible son who's with that Resistance shit. I could care less about him. He's a terrible kid. Absolutely horrible. My little niece is in town. She looks so much like Wanda. Makes me cry just lookin' at her. She looks like Wanda. I miss Wanda. I want her to be better. She's crazy now. Ever since that whole time warp thing. Remember that Sabes? Remember? It was horrible. And...it was all my fault. I told her to do it. I wanted her to. She....she...she wasn't well...and I told her to do it. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy. That's all.....now she talks to plants and walls all day."

Pietro looked sadly at his little shot glass before finishing the contents and shoving it away disgustingly. If Wanda could see him now, in a normal state, she would be saddened. Possibly hurt at the way he was treating himself. This was no way to mourn a loss. She wasn't dead...but she may as well be. She couldn't be talked to. She was certified crazy and it hurt Pietro in such a way it felt as if his heart had been wrenched from him. He was a terrible brother. A terrible father. Kielar hated his guts. And despite Pietro saying it had no effect on him. It had a huge effect. Crystal would be disappointed.

"Why're you here?" Pietro asked, trying to shove his problems under the rug.

[sabertooth]

Creed groaned, wishing he hadn't asked and that the drink he was throwing down his throat was actually doing anything other than making him need to go take a leak. Here he was having traveled hundreds of miles in just a few days to leave behind the dopes at Shield and enjoy himself a little only to run into another one of them all the way down south. A depressed one at that. He shook his head slowly and looked at the almost empy bottle infront of him barely listening to whatt he man was saying. He had maybe a few hours at best before Shield Agents smashed down the doors of this little bar to drag him back to base and he wasn't planning on spending them swapping sob stories with an old drunken aquaintence.

"God boy you remind me of those whining xbrats. They could never shut up either. Just tell her your sorry and get on with, no point in living in the past kid, it never helped anyone...Just leave em behind ya and enjoy the moments you got."

He picked up the bottle and drowned what was left in one, letting out a loud burp as he slammed the bottle back down onto the table. He turned back to the younger man and gave him a sharp toothed smile,

"Lets just say i'm out for a good time before some very angry people show up to collect me. Should be a good night..."

He spread his arms wide motioning to the whole room,

"We got, beer, women, and a fight on the way...what more good any red blooded male need?"

[QUICKSILVER]

Pietro let out a little hiccup as Sabertooth started talking. "Heh...X brats. Now there was a funny bit of folk to fight." He said with a little smile as he looked over at Sabertooth.

He raised his glass as Sabertooth made an amazing point. "Yes! Women!" he said a little gleefully. He drained his shot glass and spun to face the bar full of men and women. "How'z about a game of pool ol' Sabertooth?" he asked with a lopsided grin.

He pushed himself off of the stool, only to grab onto it for measurement and steadiness.

[sabertooth]

Creed shook his head more out of confusion than anything else. Pietro had always been a strange one but now...he was a whole new level of weird, all this ranting about his sister and children and things. He couldn't help grin at the mention of women though, knocking glasses with the younger man and draining the shot away, hsi eyes doing a quick scan of the bar to look for the toilets. He didn't know why he looked, he could smell them from across the room, but it helped to know what obstacles were in the way.

He rolled his big shoulders as he pushed his bar stool back and stood up, clamping a hand on the speedsters shoulder,

"Rack em up, i'll be right back. Draining that bottle's made me wanna take a piss"

He strode through the bar towards the restrooms, flashing a sharp toothed smile at one of the barmaids as he passed, aswell as several biker girls who seemed to be looking his way. A few minutes later he was heading back out, making his way over to the white headed guy by the pool table...

[QUICKSILVER]

Pietro seriously had a task on his hands. Walk to the pool table and set up a game. He waved slightly as Sabertooth headed to the pisser and he took a deep breath. Letting it out slowly he made his way, rather quickly to the pool table. Better to go fast, less chance of falling over, he thought to himself.

When he got to the table he pulled the balls and racked them in the triangle. "Well now...that wasn' so bad." he said, beaming to himself a little.

Turning to the restrooms he saw Sabertooth come out and he gave a halfhearted smile. "Now...good buddy. You have to promise me...if I don' rememberer tonight...you have ta tell me what happened...mmk?" He said with a bigger smile as he grabbed a pool cue.

His eyes drifted lazily around the bar and fell on a waitress. Curvy wench with a big bosom and long golden hair. Pietro caught himself with his mouth open slightly. It may have been the alcohol, but this woman was...beautiful. He hadn't felt a lust for a femme since Crystal.