15034/Hockey at Harry's

Hockey at Harry's
Date of Scene:	05 May 2023
Location:	Harry's Hideaway (Bar), Salem Centre
Synopsis:	Bayou, belles, billionaires, and burgers.
Cast of Characters:	Archangel, Gambit, Rogue

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Archangel has posed:
Warren Kenneth Worthington III, yes, he insisted on all of that, on pretty much all documents, was currently sat on a stool in Harry's Hideaway. There was a plate of appetizer's in front of him, tiny Yorkshire Puddings, stuffed with beef, gravy, and topped with horseradish cream. It was hot, but it was so good. Next to that, more than he could really eat on his own, there was a pint of Guinness, poured just right.

It was the National Hockey League playoffs, and the Dallas Stars were currently leading the Seattle Kraken three goals to one, with less than three minutes left in the second period. According to the television, Seattle held a one game to zero lead in the series.

Warren wore casual attire tonight, a navy blue polo shirt, top two buttons left undone, and blue-gray trousers, cinched with a black belt, and black leather shoes. He didn't seem to supporting either team, though there were a few people cheering or jeering, depending on what was going on. As this was upstate New York, few had a particular dog in this race.

Gambit has posed:
It may seem like an unlikely pairing, the Thief and the Billionaire meeting at a bar, but then maybe that is why the friendship works. Since they operate in different worlds that rarely intersect they almost never have anything that is worth arguing about. Remy smirks a bit as he orders an obscure microbrew he favors, Hefiwiezen, "because Hefiwiezen is bettah den no wiezen at all..." and sits next to the man, staring up at the screen. "Yah got anyt'ing going on wit' Angel 20 Avionics, or dare Ceo David Collins?" He asks in a completely casual tone. No hello or how you doing.

Archangel has posed:
Really, the biggest reason for Warren to argue with Remy would be when The New Orleans Pelicans or Saints were playing against one of the... many teams from New York, whichever ones Warren found most appealing, or if Remy had stolen something from one of Warren's subsidiaries, which was entirely possible.

Warren smirked at the joke, and was surprised at how well Remy has pronounced the German name. "No, though I can certainly understand why you might think that, given the nomenclature, but no, just a coincidence." He knew better than to ask why. It was nice that they could be so open about this, while also having plausible deniability.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods slightly at the man, "Stay away. Or bettah yet, if yah need ta make a back up fortune. Short sell. It's gonna come crashing down in about 48 hours." He says, still staring at the screen and smirking as he watches the game. "Ah always prefered Football, yah know. Hockey not 'ave enough points. Basketball got way too many. Baseball and golf de only sports yah can play while actually asleep."

Archangel has posed:
Warren frowned, breathing out, while gently sliding his plate of yorkies towards Remy, offering him, "help yourself," he added, but he didn't like insider trading. Yes, it was tempting to use information like that to make some money, but that wasn't his style. When he learned such things, he did his best to act as if he did not know. It wasn't always financially sound, but thus far, he had never come across information that would seriously risk his companies. "Oh, golf isn't that bad. I've taught some of the faculty. Rogue's a natural." He offered, off handily, "though I was always more interested in cricket, rugby, and of course, soccer." He even owned a professional soccer team, though they called it football.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs a bit, taking one of the offerered puddings. "Problem foh me is, dat anyt'ing dat involves putting a ball inta motion is too easy. Ah mean, people not t'ink about it, but dat literally what Kinetic Energy is. Dat's why Ah so good at Pool and Basketball, but hockey, Cricket, Golf... All dose de same. Dat's why Ah prefer poker. Dat's a game all about de mind. Playing de man as much as playing de cards. Don' get me wrong, Ah'm /good/ at poker. But Ah'm good at poker cause I practiced, learned de game. Learned ta read de people." He shrugs slightly, "When it come to sports... It too much like cheating."

Archangel has posed:
"What are you trying to say here, Remy, that every time you play one on one with Hank or Logan, that you let them win?" It was a good thing that neither of them seemed to be in the vicinity, as that could prove problematic should either hear. And of course, this was a public bar. There were ears everywhere. Nodding his head, the third period had begun after intermission, with Dallas still leading by two goals. "Don't get me wrong, I like Texas Hold'em as much as the next one, but team athletics has always held great appeal as well. Not that I have your gifts."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles, "Well wit' Henri, he actually got de skills ta counterbalance mah abilies, so dat one is fair. As foh Logan... yah ever 'eard of de Wookie rule?" He asks with a wicked grin on his lips. He nods to Warren's point, "Oh Ah get dat it takes allot of skill... Jus not somet'ing Ah can appreciate like ot'er people Ah suppose. Be like yah being impressed by some one using a 'ang glider.

Archangel has posed:
Warren picked up a yorkie, biting into it, and then taking the second, to finish it off. That horseradish cream was hot. It made him sip his beer, which made him want another yorkie. It was a vicious cycle. Harry knew what he was doing with his menu. He listened about how well Hank did, but when it came to Logan, Warren had to ask, "isn't he more of an Ewok than a Wookie?" Oh god, if Logan ever heard this, he would be a dead man. "You ever tried it?" Meaning hang gliding.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs slightly, "Ah stole a fighter jet off a navel base when Ah was seventeen, dat count?" He asks with a smirk as he sips his own beer and orders a burger with onion rings. He also casually pulls out his phone and sets it on the bar. It's got a snap shot of a man and a significantly younger woman sitting in the car...possibly sharing gum... that could be an innocent explination.... An arrow pointing at the man says "David Collins, CEO of Angel 20 Avionics." The Arrow pointing to the woman says "Not his wife."

Archangel has posed:
Warren paused. He wasn't sure if Remy was joking, or not. That kind of joke, if true, could land Remy in prison for the rest of his life, or depending on the state the naval base in, possibly execution. Also, he could fly a fighter jet at seventeen years old. So all Warren did was nod his head up and down, "wow," which as noncommittal as it got. Then looking at the image on Remy's phone, "if she's of legal age, I don't see..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau says, "Private investigator dat took de photos going to be showing dem to his wife in about 48 hours... De stock gonna take a massive dip." He shrugs. "She's legal age, but yah know what dat picture gonna do ta 'im in de divorce..." He shrugs slightly. "Like Ah said, do wit' de information what yah please...""

Archangel has posed:
Warren wasn't sure why a CEO having an affair was going to tank the stock value. Sure, there would be a minor hit, but alas, morality no longer had the same kind of effect as it used to. Affairs happened all the time in Warren's father's day, and his grandfather's, but executives were much better at keeping a lid on them at the time. "I appreciate that, Remy," and yes, he was going to struggle, depending on any kind of prenuptials, in the divorce, but that was a separate matter from the company. Both men were seated at the bar, a plate of stuffed Yorkshire puddings with horseradish cream between them, and a burger on the way for Remy, as the Dallas versus Seattle hockey game played on the televisions around the bar.

Rogue has posed:
Last time Rogue was at Harry's some shit went down that caused her to walk off piping mad. This time, she's sans her previous company, and perhaps that's a good thing. Course she doesn't come here for the sports games, but for the greasy food, cheap alcohol and maybe to be some sort of eye candy. Her normally uncontrollable red mane of hair with the single white streak is pulled back into a tight pony tail. She wears steel-toed boots, flared black jeans, a tee shirt that says "Fueled by Sweet Tea" in red lettering against black material and there's a cigarette dangling out of her mouth. Of course she spots Warren and Remy pretty immediately and strolls right on up to the two of them. "You boys behavin' yerselves?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau turns as Rogue walks in, an easy smile on his lips. The pair have had likely every label two people can put on one another over the years. For now they seem to have settled on "friends". He grins slightly, "Casn' see a reason dat Ah'd start doing dat now, c'n yah chere?" He asks with a smirk.

Archangel has posed:
In answer to Rogue's question about whether or not he was behaving himself, Warren flippantly said that he was "I'm just living an amazing dream. Please don't wake me up just yet, but you're welcome to join me. There is always room for you, Rogue." Then he would use his foot to hook a stool, and slide it over, around his side, and between himself and Remy, so that Rogue might join them.

Rogue has posed:
"I s'pose I walked right into that one, didn't I Cajun?" Rogue says this to Remy and then turns her sweet greens to Warren. "Oh I wouldn't think of wakin' ya up from any nice dream yer havin' sugah..." Then she tucks the stool closer so she can sit and flags down the bartender. "Gin and tonic, and a bacon cheeseburger with fries. You can put them on..." She motions between the two men. "Either of their tabs, m'sure."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles a bit, "Well as much as Ah do adore de company, if Ah don't get back, Jack gonna t'ink dat Ah abandoned 'im, and dat dat means it is time ta try ta eat all de furnature in de boat 'ouse." He says with a grin, refering to his genuinely ugly and even more genuinely stupid one eyed dog that he'd adopted for some reason. Yes, Remy has a dog named One-eyed Jack..." he signals that he will take his own burger to go, as well as pay for Rogue's.

Archangel has posed:
Warren had raised one hand to gesture that he was willing to pay, but Remy had garnered the bartender's attention, as he was also making his burger, which had just arrived, to go. It was a simple fix. And once that commotion was over, Warren would order one himself, "I'll have a bacon cheeseburger and fries as well, Harry, just mayo, ketchup, and mustard on it," meaning besides the beef, bacon, and cheese, of course. Sometimes it was hard to understand the Cajun, but Warren was reasonably certain he had followed along, except the boat house. He thought that Scott and Jean were living out there, but the room assignment musical chairs never seemed to end. He really ought to start an app for it. "Oh and Harry, can you add something for Jack?"

Rogue has posed:
"I should come by and see Jack sometime." Rogue offers with a smile to Remy. "Thanks for payin', Cajun. See ya 'round." She shifts on her stool a little bit, snagging a nearby ashtray to flick ashes into. "Guess I started a burger train. Not like there's anything bad about that." Then her gaze flicks to Warren. "You've been a stranger lately. How have you been? Up to anything good?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, "He'd like ta see yah, just remember ta wear really cheap shoes." He says with a grin taking his boxed food and heading for the door, whistling tunelessly as he heads out.

Archangel has posed:
"Remy started it, but you put your weight into it," which wasn't a comment on her figure, just a turn of phrase, "and then I bowed to peer pressure." Patting his stomach, "I hope you'll help me finish off the last of these Yorkshire Puddings. They're stuffed with beef, gravy, and horseradish cream." Returning her gaze, after watching as Remy made his way out, "oh, didn't mean to. Did you miss me?"

Rogue has posed:
"You're one of the only ones who I can carry on a half decent intelligent conversation with. I was spending time with Hank, but he's noped off to help S.H.I.E.L.D. with some stuff or something..." Rogue says this as she mashes out her cigarette just in time for her drink to at least be served. "I suppose I could help eat some of this food. It's amazing how much energy one can burn from flying and punching stronger than the average human. Most tend to wonder where I put all the food I eat." Saying this before she lifts that glass for a drink. "So yeah. You've been missed..."

Archangel has posed:
Inclining his head, he smiled at the compliment, though felt a little concerned that she had just insulted the entirety of Xavier's School. He didn't mind smoking the odd cigar, but had never taken up cigarettes. The smell was an acquired taste, but he hid it well. "You've never had trouble in that department. I'd probably get the same reaction, if I looked as light as I actually am." Because of the honeycomb nature of his bone structure, which helped him fly, he was far lighter than he looked, and yet, his bones were simultaneously stronger too, as if they were made of titanium. "And I'm sure you're working it off with your new," a sideways glance to where Remy had just left, "your new beau."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is pretty much a loner, or was before some other things that have recently went down to allow her to come out of her shell a bit. So she didn't insult ALL of the school...just some of those who she may have spoken to. "It took some getting used to, since I wasn't born with those powers..." They were acquired while she was working for the Brotherhood. A time which she wished somedays she could take back, but then she wouldn't have been so useful to the X-Men in more recent times. "Ah..." She glances to the door at Warren's last comment, flushing bright red. "I...suppose you could say that. But I ain't gonna kiss and tell.."

Archangel has posed:
Warren wasn't one to kiss and tell. When he was involved, it would occasionally come out, his closest friends learning, and the tabloids learning. But he was naturally discrete. Still, he offered, "you're going through some changes, and that can be scary, but it's a good thing. The only thing you should ever be scared of is regret." And then, their burgers and fries would appear, interrupting the little moment they were having. At first they were put down in the wrong places, but then the bartender glanced at them, and rotated them, "sorry about that folks."

Rogue has posed:
"Well the biggest change now is I'm starting to get control of my power. My actual power, I mean. Which is making it easier and easier to date Lo--...uhm. The guy I'm seeing..." This said as their burgers arrive, then get swapped, and she chuckles. "It's fine. At least you noticed the mistake." She picks up a knife and cuts her burger into fourths. "But yeah... changes are good. Scary. But good... and I'm settling into them well enough I think."

Archangel has posed:
Nodding his head as he took a French fry, dipping it in mayonnaise, before taking a bite. The next one was dipped in ketchen. "It comes, we all get used to them, all learn, grow, and master it. Professor Xavier is probably still learning more about his." He would then take a bite out of his own burger, glad that it was solved, even if there was the hint of a mistake. "How is it going, with the guy?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue pops a couple fries and then seems to think a moment. "Harry, can I please get some cheese sauce? And ranch?" Then she takes a bite out of her burger. "It's good." Replying after she finishes the bite. "Real good. You know he really gets me, but he has kind of a sordid past like I do...and we both got picked up by Xavier as a sort of...saving grace. So having that in common... Logan really does put some things into perspective for me." Not even realizing she name dropped him - and she'll be glad she didn't while Remy was around to be sure. "What about you? You on the single train for the time being or have you gotten off at any stops recently?"

Archangel has posed:
Warren got some of the condiments on his cheek between bites, so used his napkin to carefully clean it. He did it with more of a pointed dabbing, like a surgical instrument, rather than just wiping his whole cheek as many would do. Afterwards, he re-folded his napkin, placing it in his lap, even on the stool, and went back to eating, chewing, swallowing, and then talking. Pub food or not, he still had manners. "It's rare for a pub to have the best food in town, but as ever, Harry's raises the bar." He didn't flinch at the name drop, nor did he bring it up. Instead, he filed it away. He took a sip of his Guinness as she asked him about his own, "oh, you know me, women come and go, but one," well, there was one off and on that he would like to see on in a more permanent manner. But such things were beyond his control. "... we'll see."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue nods. Then her phone goes off and she checks it, a little smile on her lips. "Actually, Harry, can I get this boxed to go real quick?" A glance to Warren. "I gotta go. He ah, is asking me to come back to the mansion with food..." A smile. "Listen, don't be a stranger anymore okay? You should stop by the school or hell, give me a call or text sometime. I'd love to catch up more." Then she's all boxed up and practically rushing out the door.