Totally inspired by an interview of Rebecca Romijn I read where she mentions Mystique getting drunk at Oktoberfest. Also somewhat by kumadapuma
’s own One Day at Magneto’s
. Major Innuendo alert! This drabble is long and smutty.
Mystique was drunk. Erik could tell by the loose, stumbling way she walked; nothing like her usual purposeful gait. She stopped in front of him and leaned against the wall.
“It worked. I got him to tell me the base they’re using to do the genetic experiments.” Mystique had been on an intelligence mission at a dinner party. At some point in her probing of the military officer who was her date, she had had one drink too many.
“Be careful my dear, you’re morphing in and out.” She did that when she was drunk. Her skin shifted from blue to her phony blonde date persona every few moments. It greatly amused Erik.
“Uh! Oh, no! Again?” She said looking down at her scales, half of which were morphed into pale skin. He chuckled at the funny image she made.
“Hey! Don’t make fun of me. Otherwise no playing with these tonight.” She held her breasts in her hands and tried to morph them into a larger size. Her morphing ability was greatly affected by the alcohol and one breast grew larger than the other. This was nothing like the serious, military Mystique Erik was used to.
“I love it when you loosen up.”
“No, you don’t. You prefer me when I’m tight.”