Jean smiled, using her telekineses again to float the empty bottles through the air and into the kitchen’s recycling can.

“So we’re doing shots tonight?”

“Wha- I can totally handle more than 3 drinks!”

Jean became flustered. It was true, she was a total lightweight compared to him. Still, even if she DID get drunk on 3 drinks, it’d be a good time.

“Whatever. Did you want us to finish the ones in the fridge before we head out?”

“There’s no way that’s enough for both of us.”

Jean said, before taking a more hefty sip of her drink to finish it off. The bottle then levitated downwards, finally resting on the counter.

“How about we take the night off and get piss drunk together?”

A smile.

“That is the correct phrase right?”

Jean shook her head at this, before closing her eyes and pressing her fingers to her temples.

“Logan, you can’t be this high strung all the time, it’s bad for you.”

She opened her eyes again, her gaze meeting his.

“How many beers are left in there?”

It’s time to put her idea in motion.

An idea popped into her head, visibly so. She took another sip of the beer.

“Oh don’t say that, you’re as scary as a teddy bear when people get to know you.”

She paused, thinking to herself for a moment.

“When’s the last time you took a moment to unwind? I mean really relax?”

Jean smiled slightly, catching the beer with her telekinetic powers instead of lifting a finger to catch it. The bottle levitated to her lips before she took a sip.

“Why do you think I asked for this? We’re ‘on a break’. It was his idea.”

She huffed.

“What about you? Still single?”

“Well now I HAVE to give you something to do.”

She snapped her fingers, handing back his little notepad.

“How about a pool day?”

She set the scene for him, putting the pair of them in a nightclub, dancing together. The mental image became so realistic that it felt real, complete with all the sensations of dancing.

“Tell me what you want me to be wearing.”

She instructed, maintaining the projection into his mind.