After Kitty had accepted Fiyero's invitation, they'd agreed on a time and Fiyero had sent him the name of a bar he'd recently come to enjoy: Friends of Dorothy. (He's unaware of the multiple implications of this name.) There's space both for relaxation and for dancing, even if the music here is a bit different than what he's used to.
He doesn't exactly have a varied wardrobe yet, so he's wearing the same thing he arrived in -- his green and gold Captain's uniform. No rifle, though, since apparently that gets him in trouble here.
But at least he'll be easily recognisable as he enters the bar. A little bit late, because traversal is not the easiest in this city, and he's still adjusting to the clock only having 12 hours. Or at least that's what he would blame it on if someone asked.
When Kitty had read the name of the bar, he'd raised a brow but said nothing. He'd been a couple times with Rogue, Bobby and Jubilee and the atmosphere was nice and the music was usually pretty good.
Also the drinks were strong and not stupidly expensive which never hurt. He had no idea what the man looked like and yet somehow knew him immediately when he walked in, a little late but Kitty wasn't upset about it. Afterall, Jubilee was his best friend and she was pretty much late to everything.
Kitty isn't the only person who notices him though; he watches as heads turn towards them and the mutant smiles, sliding out of his chair and pushing through the crowd towards him. "Hi."
Fiyero smiles charmingly at all the attention, something he's very used to and thus doesn't faze him at all. This time however he's scanning the crowd for a specific person. He's only got a rough description, and there's probably a lot of men here that fit it - but then he doesn't have to work hard, as someone walks right up to him. Someone most definitely solid 'as a brick wall'.
"Kitty, right?" he asks. It's good to make sure. People frequently will just approach him, despite the fact people here don't even know who he is.
Kitty chuckles at the way people actually fawn over the guy and, honestly, Kitty gets it. His hair is perfectly quaffed, his jawline is sharp enough to cut glass and he's got the most stunning blue eyes.
"Yeah. Fiyero?" Gosh he hopes he hasn't completely butchered his name. "Bar or booth?"
"That's me," he replies with a bright grin. Or it's close enough, anyway, just a little bit off in the syllable stress. "Either is good with me. Although, I suppose since my reputation no longer precedes me, a more formal introduction might be in order."
And then he straightens, adopting a posture much more befitting his uniform, and almost somber expression - all of which is all for show. "Prince Fiyero Tigelaar, Captain of the Emerald City Guard under his Royal Ozness, the Wonderful Wizard. At your service."
And then, to make it clear that all the pomp and posturing is mostly just him being playful, he winks.
Kitty is about to lead the way to one of the booths tucked against the back wall when Fiyero offers his ‘formal introduction’ and he can’t help the smile that comes to his face, partly because it’s funny but mostly because it makes literally no sense to him.
“I know about three of those words. You’re a prince?”
His posture relaxes almost immediately as Kitty smiles, clearly not particulatly worried about acting like a prince or a captain, preferring to saunter as he follows him towards the booths.
"I am, yes," he confirms. "Though it doesn't seem to matter much here."
“Unfortunately, unless you’re the bastard son of King Charles, no, it won’t mean much.” The accent wasn’t enough to sell that; Fiyero was far too pretty to be a son of Charles. Sure, Harry was attractive but that was clearly Dianna’s genes and not his.
“C’mon, we’ll get a booth and then order some drinks. Have you been here before?”
Fiyero has no idea who that is, but presumably an important king. There's a lot he just has to roll with.
"Just once," he answers letting Kitty lead them to a booth, which Fiyero falls into with an intentional, almost practiced laxness. "But dancing and drinking are two of my favourite things to do."
It's mostly the fact that he simply hasn't been in town very long. Not enough time to find a staple place.
It does seem like a hook-up kind of place, based on the attention Fiyero has received. Works for him - that means free drinks. Even if not that much comes of it.
"Would he?" Fiyero asks with amusement, his arm slung over the back of the seat. "I'm usually the one picking people up. You know, on the dance floor, twirling them about." There's definitely a charming, slightly suggestive smile on his face that implies he knows that's not what Kitty meant exactly.
"Oh yeah, absolutely." Kitty glances around at the people nearest their table. There's certainly a lot of attractive men here but Kitty has never been really big on casual hook ups, so he doesn't really get that appeal. He's distracted by a waiter that comes by to take their drink order - Kitty's favourite detail about this place - and he orders a pineapple champagne martini and then looks at Fiyero for his own order.
Once they're alone again, Kitty smiles brightly at him, "anyone here caught your eye?"
The drinks here are very different from what Fiyero's used to, so he usually asks for a recommendation. Something sweet and fresh - which this time gets him a strawberry daiquiri.
"Why? I've already got company," he answers, mirroring the smile. "Do you dance?"
Fiyero may be a flirt, and he likes the attention and how it keeps things light and fun - but hook-ups isn't really something he does either.
Kitty's smile somehow brightens at that; whether because it's because Fiyero has confirmed that he's not here with Kitty until he finds a hookup or for some other reason, Kitty isn't interested in looking too deep at. "I do. Not sure how good I am here but I did take ballet as a kid and into my early teens."
"Mmm!" Fiyero answers excitedly, his eyebrows going up. "Well that makes a change at least. We'll have to have a dance later."
His impression so far of the average dancing skills around here is a lot less formal and learning specific dances, and a lot more shimmying and swaying to a beat.
"Do you have ballet in Oz? I used to be able to go en pointe but I don't think I could do that anymore. Not that ballet is really the right dance vibe for a place like this." The same staff member from before returns with their drinks, placing them in front of them and Kitty offers a 'thank you' and a smile.
"In the Emerald City, yes," he answers, though he doesn't know what en pointe means even so. He's seen it performed, but that doesn't mean he knows anything about it.
Fiyero smiles at the staff member too, though it doesn't occur to him to thank them. He is a prince and he's very used to it, after all - though that doesn't mean he's ever rude about it. He's spoiled, yes, but he doesn't get indignant or angry if he's not being spoiled.
"And we has places similar to this, but... I think maybe dance education may be a bit more common there?" he comments with a smile at the lack of dance skills he's observed.
"Is that anything like New York?" Kitty is incredibly interested in knowing as much information as possible about Oz and it's cultures and differences from the world he knows.
Kitty takes a sip of his drink and shrugs. "I think you can get classes for most dance types but I've only ever done the one. And I'm not sure how many of those classes are relevant for the club scene. In places like this, it's more about just moving your body in a way that feels good as opposed to what looks good."
Fiyero wrinkles his nose a little at the question. "Only in that it's big." He might elaborate later but he's more interested in hearing about this world he's found himself in, and the person he's sharing a drink with.
Which he takes a sip of as he listens to Kitty, and relaxes back in his seat as he stirs the slushy drink. "You can do both," he answers, before he sits up and leans forward, leaning his elbows on the table. "So, tell me more about yourself. You didn't give me a formal introduction."
“Guess you’re right there.” Kitty lets out a dramatic breath and shrugs. “My formal introduction is far less impressive. Kristopher Pryde, friends call me Kitty. Codename Shadowcat, member of the X-Men.”
"Well, you have a codename, that's still pretty impressive," Fiyero points out cheerfully. "The X-men, that's those people you live with? With the superpowers?"
"Not as impressive as a title like 'prince' but I suppose it's pretty cool." Honestly, Kitty thought being an X-Men was wonderful; he enjoyed being able to put his abilities to good use helping people.
"We're one team of them, yes. We're technically a boarding school for kids with powers that either aren't accepted by their families or just need a safe place to learn how to use their powers, trained by people who understand them. We also teach normal subjects."
"Oh don't shrug at me. I'm sure being royalty has plenty of perks." Meanwhile, people like Kitty were shamed, feared and hated and just because he was lucky enough to be 'human-passing', doesn't mean there weren't plenty of others who suffered.
"Uh, no. I mean, I substitute for some classes if someone needs a cover. But it's mostly just a place of residence for those of us who are too old to be students but are on the X-Men team."
Fiyero just snorts gently at Kitty criticizing his shrug. Perks, yes.
"Ah, right-- well, you can't blame me, you did just say that 'we' teach normal subjects," Fiyero teases, dropping back against the seat. "I'm glad though, after I talked about how boring school is," he adds with a grin.
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He doesn't exactly have a varied wardrobe yet, so he's wearing the same thing he arrived in -- his green and gold Captain's uniform. No rifle, though, since apparently that gets him in trouble here.
But at least he'll be easily recognisable as he enters the bar. A little bit late, because traversal is not the easiest in this city, and he's still adjusting to the clock only having 12 hours. Or at least that's what he would blame it on if someone asked.
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Also the drinks were strong and not stupidly expensive which never hurt. He had no idea what the man looked like and yet somehow knew him immediately when he walked in, a little late but Kitty wasn't upset about it. Afterall, Jubilee was his best friend and she was pretty much late to everything.
Kitty isn't the only person who notices him though; he watches as heads turn towards them and the mutant smiles, sliding out of his chair and pushing through the crowd towards him. "Hi."
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"Kitty, right?" he asks. It's good to make sure. People frequently will just approach him, despite the fact people here don't even know who he is.
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"Yeah. Fiyero?" Gosh he hopes he hasn't completely butchered his name. "Bar or booth?"
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And then he straightens, adopting a posture much more befitting his uniform, and almost somber expression - all of which is all for show. "Prince Fiyero Tigelaar, Captain of the Emerald City Guard under his Royal Ozness, the Wonderful Wizard. At your service."
And then, to make it clear that all the pomp and posturing is mostly just him being playful, he winks.
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“I know about three of those words. You’re a prince?”
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"I am, yes," he confirms. "Though it doesn't seem to matter much here."
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“C’mon, we’ll get a booth and then order some drinks. Have you been here before?”
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"Just once," he answers letting Kitty lead them to a booth, which Fiyero falls into with an intentional, almost practiced laxness. "But dancing and drinking are two of my favourite things to do."
It's mostly the fact that he simply hasn't been in town very long. Not enough time to find a staple place.
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Kitty slides into the booth with far less grace than Fiyero. “Heck, if Bobby were here, he’d be. Trying to pick you up.”
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"Would he?" Fiyero asks with amusement, his arm slung over the back of the seat. "I'm usually the one picking people up. You know, on the dance floor, twirling them about." There's definitely a charming, slightly suggestive smile on his face that implies he knows that's not what Kitty meant exactly.
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Once they're alone again, Kitty smiles brightly at him, "anyone here caught your eye?"
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"Why? I've already got company," he answers, mirroring the smile. "Do you dance?"
Fiyero may be a flirt, and he likes the attention and how it keeps things light and fun - but hook-ups isn't really something he does either.
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His impression so far of the average dancing skills around here is a lot less formal and learning specific dances, and a lot more shimmying and swaying to a beat.
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Fiyero smiles at the staff member too, though it doesn't occur to him to thank them. He is a prince and he's very used to it, after all - though that doesn't mean he's ever rude about it. He's spoiled, yes, but he doesn't get indignant or angry if he's not being spoiled.
"And we has places similar to this, but... I think maybe dance education may be a bit more common there?" he comments with a smile at the lack of dance skills he's observed.
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Kitty takes a sip of his drink and shrugs. "I think you can get classes for most dance types but I've only ever done the one. And I'm not sure how many of those classes are relevant for the club scene. In places like this, it's more about just moving your body in a way that feels good as opposed to what looks good."
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Which he takes a sip of as he listens to Kitty, and relaxes back in his seat as he stirs the slushy drink. "You can do both," he answers, before he sits up and leans forward, leaning his elbows on the table. "So, tell me more about yourself. You didn't give me a formal introduction."
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"We're one team of them, yes. We're technically a boarding school for kids with powers that either aren't accepted by their families or just need a safe place to learn how to use their powers, trained by people who understand them. We also teach normal subjects."
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He frowns curiously at Kitty talking about this school, though. "Wait, so you're a teacher?"
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"Uh, no. I mean, I substitute for some classes if someone needs a cover. But it's mostly just a place of residence for those of us who are too old to be students but are on the X-Men team."
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"Ah, right-- well, you can't blame me, you did just say that 'we' teach normal subjects," Fiyero teases, dropping back against the seat. "I'm glad though, after I talked about how boring school is," he adds with a grin.
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of course Kitty wants to know Fiyero's size and preferences-- i mean
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