Avalanche's Apartment

[Weaver]

"It's only a piece of thread, not really dangerous," Iris said her bleu eyes shifting to a glwing lavender color as she made the thread grow heavier and heavier. She didn't want to show off, but taking this power she had lightly was something she wanted to stop from happening. That was how people might be hurt in a long run. She let go of the weight on the thread and it went back to weighing almost nothing.

Her fair skin flushed once again at Lance's suggestion, "I don't think that was an option," she murmured.

[Avalanche]

"You don't, why? Well, at least keep it in mind for future use, might come in handy, you never know," Lance replied with a grin. Iris looked confused at his suggestion and he thought he could even see her flush. She was adorable. The thread went limp over his hand, and he pulled at it playfully to see where it went in Iris's clothes.

[Weaver]

"I don't think I would ever do that, stopping someone takes enough concentration. The removal of clothing would be too much of a distraction that I'd rather not see," she said rolling her eyes and turning her head to study a jar full of pencils on the desk. She lifted her hand and the thread flew through the air and back into her hand where she tucked it into her craft bag.

"I'm a telepath too," she added looking at Lance, a coy glint in her eyes.

[Avalanche]

"Oh yeah?" Lance smirked as he crouched down next to the chair to be more or less on the same level with Iris. He knew there were various kinds of telepaths with different ranges of their abilities, so he wondered what hers was. "So what am I thinking now?" he asked, and just to tease imagined, on purpose, how he swirled her in a dance. He could go for something more erotic, of course, but if she could really read minds, that would be too much for the first test.

[Weaver]

"I'd rather not," Iris said glancing at Lance and then looking away pursing her lips. It was tempting, no one had given her permission to just dig into their minds. But if she did she wasn't sure should could stop until she found out everything, turning it over, leaving the person a hollowed out husk of all their secrets and thoughts.

"You're giving a complete stranger permission to go through your mind. It's not just your thoughts I could look at, it's your memories as well," she said looking back at him no emotion on her face as she looked at him. If anything that blush on her cheeks was gone her face paled. Even so his thoughts were strong, hard to ignore being he was the only one around. "I doubt you could dance anyway," then her cheeks flushed once again at his passing thought, "And I doubt I would do that either!" she said looking shocked.

[Avalanche]

"Oh, I'm reckless!" Lance informed her, flashing a smile. "If I die after giving in to your danger, I'd rather die with my curiosity satisfied. But I can dance," he added with a boyish grin as if he were showing off his Christmas presents to someone. "Nothing fancy-shmancy-tango-swing style, though."

[Weaver]

"Sounds like the normal everyday, 'grinding,' that the students tend to fall back on when at dances. Which is a shame, so many good dances they'll never know, nor could be danced to the heavily hip hop music that's popular," Iris said pursing her lips to keep from smiling back at ance's boyish grin. He certainly had a charm about him, if it was rough and unrefined. Nothing like Iris had experienced before, most men were more careful around her, Lance seemed to rush in headfirst, unthinking and flashing a grin when he said something offensive.

"So no ballroom, not even swing, I find that slightly disappointing."

[Avalanche]

"Oh yeah?" Lance stood up. "Well, ain't you a 'royal highness,' after all," he laughed. "I'll never say no to a challenge, I dare you to waltz me into a wall if you can," he offered her his hand.

[Weaver]

"You keep referring me to royalty," Iris said leaning forward and looking up at Lance and then at his hand and then back to him. She raised and eyebrow again and looked around the room. "I believe that your room is full of sore toes, broken dance dreams, and possible sore shins," she said standing up, her limbs seeming to melt with her movements.

"And no music, with me dressed in this?" she let out a tsk, "Not really impressive dancing ingredients."

[Avalanche]

"Pff, details," Lance rolled his eyes. He decided not to dwell on the subject of what the room was sometimes full of, as Iris would probably not like the innuendo. "You know, it's better to be sarcastic and dance than to be sarcastic and NOT dance," he pointed out, looking her over head to toe. She did have a point, the short skirt had looked much better, but she still had high heels, what more could a man ask for?

[Weaver]

"I prefer to think they're important points," Iris said crossing her arms over her chest as Lance looked her up and down again. It was a hungry look, not a leering one, but more of a controlled one. She was tempted to skim his mind again to see what he was thinking, but then was frightened by being tempted to be so. She wondered if Xavier felt this was as well. The mansion, her article, she had so much work to do!

"I should really get going, I have an article to write. A rain check on the dance for a better time?"

[Avalanche]

Lance felt a wave of disappointment coming in. He never planned far ahead and never built clever strategies around girls, but just by getting carried away he hoped she'd be distracted to keep him company for a while longer. It happened rarely, after all.

"Sure," he said in a light tone, nonetheless. "Speaking of rain-" he walked over to the window to see what it was like out there now. He knew now Iris could keep her clothes dry but walking in the rain was still a sad business.

[Weaver]

Iris smirked. "Are you going to offer to walk me to the train station? Carrying an umbrella and keeping me out of trouble?" she asked walking over to the window. She leaned out the window a little with Lance, "Looks like it's going to rain all night," she said holding her hand out to catch a few drops in her hand.

"Well don't look so disappointed, I'm rather fond of dancing and good with my promises. We'll go out somewhere, not to big, or crowded. We'll have fun, just on another day. Surely, you have plenty of things to do that I'm holding you up from."

[Avalanche]

"Well, actually, I was just about to. I have no umbrella but you'd be safer with me in this 'hood until you're on the train," Lance said. As Iris leaned out next to him, he could feel her warmth near in the chilly night air from the window. "Promise?" he nudged her lightly with his shoulder. "Promise-promise?"

[Weaver]

Iris chuckled a little as Lance nudged her shoulder, she turned and smiled at him. "I promise, you take care of the when and where, give me a call. You'll have to ask for me, I'm the only Iris at the mansion," Iris said reaching into her bag and pulling out some paper and a pencil. "Unfortunely, I don't have my own number nor an email address, so that's something to look forward. I'll even get your hopes higher by saying I'll make a new dress for the occasion."

"Now," she wrote down the number to the mansion and handing it to Lance. She reached into her bag again and pulled out a small umbrella, "If we squeeze close we shouldn't get too wet."