Xaviers!

"Punch him. He deserves it for trying to wheedle out of it." Said the current devil on Sam's figurative shoulder.

"Well, I wasn't going to hit him before..."

"Your character has permanent Disadvantage in our D&D game, Em," Trev joked, though there still a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Duuuuuddddee. What happens in Waterdeep stays in Waterdeep. The reverse should totally apply.

But I doubt Sam cares about our nerd shit. My mad dice skills have nothing to do with her future celebrity drummer status. " She chuckled.

"I don't know. I might take issue with elf abuse."

"I mean, I abuse all my players equally," he joked.

"What about gnome abuse? It's like a teeny tiny elf."

"I'm starting to think Trev is bigoted against wee folk."

"I'm bigoted against anyone on the other side of my DM screen, really," he joked.

"That's true. Trev's kind of an asshole to everyone at the table indescriminately. I think we put up with it because we're bored. Also, I don't like his sad face."

"It's not my fault you all decided to burn down that evil hidden temple without thinking about whether the fire would spread in the city," he smirked.

"Anyway, why am I teaching Trev to dance again?"

Probably because Em is cruel and knows that I'm intimidated by hot girls other than her.

"I don't really remember after all that punching talk," Trev laughed.

"Two reasons:

One: Trev needs to attract a lady friend and I am pretty sure that bickering with his girlbro about which make believe people accidentally destroyed what imaginary landmarks is not a skill that impresses.

Two: If Trev's gonna be in the band, even if it's a metal band, he's not going to be able to get away with motionless standing. It ups his chances as potential lead vocals."

Despite the harsh assessment, her tone seemed amiable.

"Is that so, Trev? Do you need a wing-girl?" She quirks a ginger brow.

Trev turned beet red, stammering, "I mean. Uh. Yeah. I....uh. Yeah. I think I do."

In turn, Emilie beamed and slapped him on the back.

"Don't be shy dude. Everybody needs help from time to time."

Emilie omitted mentioning that Sam probably had no interest in him.

"Well then, what sort of dancing do you want to learn? I'm guessing tap isn't on the list..."

"Uh....well. Any kind? I mean. Seriously. Can't dance at all." Trev replied.

You were fine until you started thinking about how hot they both are. Get your shit together man.

"I guess. Uh. Whatever would be most likely to impress a gal."

"...Trev, you do know I'm telepathic, right?"

Trev's eyes widened in horrified realization as Sam spoke, and he turned several vibrant shades of red. "Oh..." was about all he managed to squeak out of his mouth.

It took Em a moment to realize what Sam was implying but once she more or less garnered the meaning she burst out in awkward laughter.

"Duuuddddeeee, the Institute didn't teach you to block that shit? Raw deal."

"...the psychic defense teacher just got annoyed and gave up when I couldn't figure it out..."

"...probably should just assume all gingers are psychic until proven otherwise," she smirks.

" Yea dude. I'm the exception to the rule being at the shallow end of the tele gene pool. Best I can do is show you all the boring ass imagery from my life. And that's only with your consent." She laughed.

"....shit. I guess blondes too....Ms. Frost...Haley."

"For the record you're not doing that bad, just you got a bit... shouty during that last flop-sweat."

"Maybe...uh...we could add shielding to dancing lessons?" Trev asked bashfully. "I...have a feeling you're maybe at least a little bit more patient than Ms. Frost."

Emilie laughed.

"Whoa dude no pressure there." She joked.

"If Sam doesn't feel like solving all your life problems, I hear there's a new psychic counselor around. She even breaks the stereotype.

She's a brunette." Emilie threw out there as an alternative idea.

"Seems to me that Trev has designs on dancing with telepathic girls. Tall order."

"Well. Uh. Just more that I'm getting close to assuming that everyone on campus is telepathic." he chuckled nervously.

Emilie thought suggesting he 'stop pervin' ' as an option but let it drop. Instead she said -

"Maybe it's your fetish for telepaths leaking out. It's attracting them all like flies."

"You do seem to have a type..."

"The Tiny Texan already has a boyfriend, by-the-by."

"I...uh...I mean. I don't intentionally go after telepaths? ...I don't think, at least?" Trev replied.

"I mean...the girl I had a crush on at my normal high school wasn't even a mutant...well. As far as I know at least. Maybe next thing I know she'll show up here and be all "surprise!""

Trev was rambling. "I know all about Haley. She's dating my best friend,"

The word 'friend' prompted Emilie to add-

"Guess the lack of dance skill probably hurt your chances with Jez at the Halloween Dance too now that I think on it, but don't worry. She was probably too much woman for ya anyways." She joked.

"Are you all that sure she wasn't, Trev?" Sam asks with a smirk, trying to pull the image from Trev's mind since he's thinking about this girl. If she manages to, she shifts into her.

"Well... I mean, that'd be pretty ironic, because she came from just about the most anti-mutant family in the Chicagoland area, and she basically told me to never speak to her again after I sent her boyfriend flying into the trophy case with my voice." Trev pondered aloud, not really paying attention to Sam as she *easily* slipped into his mind and grabbed the image of an athletic though conservatively-dressed brunette named Stephanie. In the particular memory that was floating around the surface of Trev's memory at the moment, she was standing jaw agape and with her hands over her ears as a younger, even chubbier Trev stood with his hands clapped over his mouth in shock while a crowd of onlookers stared in silence.

"Well let's be honest Trev," she says in Stephanie's voice, the accent flawless as she finishes shifting into the girl.

"Shouting my boyfriend through plate glass was a little rude."

Trev's jaw dropped and his eyes practically fell out of his head.

"Ste...Sa...S...holy shit you're good at that..."

He sniffed the air. "...you're even wearing her perfume."

Em hung back, watching for a moment. Was she pranking him, or worse?