Just Another Night

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Title: Just Another Night
Fandom: X-Men Comics
Archive: Ask please
Chapters: ?
Character(s): Sabretooth and Wanda

Wanda Maximoff is 18, bored and whiny, ya know a typical teenager. Is there anything or anyone that can calm this kid down?

Escape Please

Sitting in his room watching the stars going by, Erik Lensherr ignored the bantering of his daughter Wanda wanting something to do. Being a father was never his forte and he needed her out of his hair as he thought of ways to rid the human and twist Charles Xavier's curls in a knot. He heard her voice demanding off the 'stupid rock' so she could girl stuff. Shopping, boy scoping....boy scoping, he looked at her funny then rolled his eyes.

'Wanda please, I have better things to do than transport you back and forth like some lowly valet.'
'Dad, c'mon it's soooo boring up here, I mean it's bad enough I'm like the only girl but Daddddd there's no one here my age to talk to or do anything else.'

Erik turned around folding his arms across his chest trying to scold his daughter with a look but he knew it wasn't working.

'Wanda if you are so bored, why don't you go into the training room and focus on your powers to help me with our next mission.'
'Ooohh Dad that is getting so retro. Why don't you just join your friend at the school and run it together like you're suppose to.'

Erik rolled his light gray eyes at her again. The gall of his own daughter telling him such a thing actually made him chuckle.

'Oh my God.... he’s human after all.'
'Don't ever...'
'Dad it was just and expression. Plllleeeaaasssseeee get me outta here!!!'

Sick of her whining, he stormed out of the privacy and sanctity of his room searching for someone anyone to get rid of his 'darling' little girl for a while. He happened up a faithful brotherhood member just taking it easy for a while from the authorities.

'I ask a favor of you.'
'Shoot.'
'I need you to handle a very special package for me, deliver it to Earth safe and sound but I need you to keep and eye on it for me also.'
'Tryin' to avoid the law down there Mags, what's the package.'
'It's already on the docking bay ready for deployment and your watchful eye. Do I have your word to protect this until I need it back here on the asteroid?'
'What's in it for me?'
'Whatever you may need.'

Considering his wide range of imagination and feeling a need to get a little action himself away from the dismal place, he agreed to deliver and watch the package whatever it may be. Getting to the bay he got onto the metal transport and inside he saw the Wanda Maximoff popping gum and snapping it repeatedly between her teeth.

'Hey Victor! What's up? Are ya comin' with me? Oh that'd be great if ya did, maybe we can go shopping together...'

Sabretooth looked back at Erik like he could rip his heart out as Wanda's jabbering only sped up faster as Erik used his magnetic powers to seal the door and sent them through the tunnel into the vast quietness of space.

'I can't wait until we land. (Me too) Is this cool or what? (It was) Hey you're not saying much? (Who could with all that yip yappin')? Hey Victor...'
'Kid shut yer yap b'fer I shut if fer ya,' he snapped with a deep growl.

Shocked at his snappiness, Wanda shut her mouth with a frown looking at the baring teeth of her escort.

':But..'
'If ya say one more just one more word, you'll be sorry kid.'
'But...'

She saw his green eyes grow to those cold empty black specs as their ride touched down. As the door opened Wanda leapt out as if cocooned for years jumping at the chance to ditch Sabretooth. He was too wound up she thought as he grabbed her shoulder.

'Sorry kiddo, but yer with me tonight. And don't give me any shit attitude about the mall or boys, I'm in no mood.'

He grabbed her hand and flagged a cab telling the driver to head to the nearest bar, nice ain't necessary he added.

'You're taking me to a bar?!'
'Don't get excited. I'll tie yer ass up to a pole like a dog, keep quiet for five fuckin' minutes. My headache can't even heal completely. Lensherr yer gonna yers fer this.'

Wanda watched the lights of Times Square skate across the window of the cab wanting to leap out and join the other freaks and weirdoes of the night. Not yet in control of her powers she didn't want to chance anything and having the vicious beast next to her may be benefit after all. Twenty minutes of unusual yet catchy foreign music on the cabby's radio they were let outside of a bar name, 'Just Another Night'. Wanda looked at the Harley Davidson's parked and muscle cars lining the parking lot. She could feel herself getting all giddy inside and Sabretooth halted her before she could even take a step.

'Don't go acting like some stupid high school kid gettin' her first beer. It may be a bar but there is certain etiquette involved. One, only act tough if ya are, they smell phony a mile away. Two, stay close t' me always, if yer ass gotta pee, I'm handin' yer ass the tissue. Three, don't cause no unnecessary trouble, I'd like to end the evening with only a minor injury t'night since I got ya with me.'

She began to walk to the door when he snatched her back next to him again.

'Dude, what now?'
'Yer outfit, it's cute but not biker cute'

Wanda left wearing a long plaid skirt with very nice boots that Victor couldn't see. Her top was a basic black t-shirt and her hair was tied in two pippy long stocking type braids.

'We have to change yer outfit.'
'But there isn't a store 'round here and....'

With a swipe of his hand Victor ripped holes into her shirt leaving little to the imagination. Her skirt was ripped leaving it high above her thighs, bearing the bottom of her ass cheeks. The black fishnet stockings and knee-high granny boots added the perfect touch.

'Take yer hair out.'
'You ripped my clothes! Why the hell would you...'
'Take the shitty braids out so I can get a damn beer!'
'Asshole.'
'And then some babe. Just do it.'

Wanda took out her braids shaking her hair down over her shoulders. Looking at Victor for approval he gave her a once over and smiled.

'Now ya look like somethin' I'd be seen with.'
'Oh screw you.'
'Watch what ya wish fer darlin',' he said grinning.

They finally got to the door where security as looking at ID's.

'Gotta be 21 to enter no exceptions.'
'Look friend, I'm thirsty. Haven't had a beer in days and my dick needs so much attention I'd fuck you right here but yer too damn ugly. Let the lady in b'fer I rip yer face off and mail it to yer mother.'

Wanda looked at her and then Victor's who was very serious and let them both in without any further provocation. Entering Wanda coughed through the billow of thick cigarette and cigar smoke, but Sabretooth inhaled it like it was a woman's perfume, taking in the scents as if longed forgotten.

'Bar or table?'
'Uh...table.'
'Good I'll get us something t' drink. Stay close where I can see you.'

He went to the bar and ordered drinks for them both watching her out the corner of his eye as she found a table. Also keeping an eye on the eyes of the men following her tight little rump switching in the rag of a skirt. Laughing to himself, Sabretooth put $200 on the bar to cover what was going to be an interesting evening.

'Here ya go. Let's see if yer as strong as yer dad.'

Sabretooth set a three glasses down in front of Wanda, all the same color but each different in flavor. One glass held a shot of tequila; the other was a whisky, Canadian Windsor, mild to his tastes but still good. The last was rum. In front of him was a bottle of vodka, rum and a pitcher of beer.

'Well ya wanted a cool night out, sit back, get a drink and let's see what ya got.'

Taking the clear bottle of vodka, Sabretooth nearly drunk half the bottle; the way a runner would drink a cup of Gatorade. Wanda picked up the middle glass and sniffed it. Turning her nose up at the strong odor she slid the glass back into place.

'Can't I have beer instead, that I've had before?.'
'Whatever.'

He poured her a glass beer and slid the three glasses to him. He watched her drink the beer, knowing it wasn't really her first like she said, nor would it be her last. She watched him kick back one of the glasses and slam it to the table empty. Someone started the jukebox in the back of the bar and Wanda grabbed the huge clawed hand.

'C'mon, Vic, dance with me.'
'Don't dance kid.'
'I'll dance with ya little lady,' a voice said behind her.

Victor put down the vodka bottle to see the pending target wrapping his arms around Wanda's waist. Wanda saw the bottle coming down slowly, but said it was okay and walked to the dance floor with the guy. Sabretooth wiped his mouth with his hand and eyed the dude with evil intent. The song was fast so there wasn't much touching on Wanda's part, but the guy copped a feel of her ass more than Sabretooth appreciated. Taking another swig of the beer, which needed refilling, he headed towards them both intending to part the two with a long farewell.

'That's enough pal, go get yer feels somewhere else.'
'Hey, she ain't say nothin' 'bout her being yours, back off pal, she's fine.'
'I said...'
'Victor please, we're just dancin'.'
'Yeah, touchin' yer ass ain't dancin' darlin'.'
'Maybe I like that ya know, why don't ya go back and have your fun like ya complained about since ya snapped at me on the way here. Leave me alone.'

She turned her back pullling her dance partner further onto the floor. Sabretooth growled at the arrogance she shared with her dear old dad. But just like her father, she'll call when there's somethin' to be done, he thought to himself. Heading to the bar he reloaded on his arsenal of drinks and sat back down watchin' 'hands' feel all over Ms. Maximoff. He just sat back and waited.