16122/A Bet's a Bet.

A Bet's a Bet.
Date of Scene:	13 March 2024
Location:	Cosmic Bowling, Salem Center
Synopsis:	Logan and Rogue go on a date trying to recapture the magic. A bet causes things to go awry.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Rogue

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Wolverine has posed:
Logan will give Rogue the address of where to meet him. Bowling. Cosmic Bowling. And Logan will be waiting inside. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a red button up shirt. A dark brown cowboy hat rests atop of his head. He wears a pair of rental bowling shows. "Figured you'd wanna wager in somethin' other than cards. Figured you'd say I cheat," he says trying to be playful, but the tone may not come across that way.

"Got a few rules before we begin," he says knowing that this is a curveball. All the black lighting with the It's just a mixture of all the colors that most people would think this annoys logan. Still, Rogue wanted to spend more time. Logan couldn't go to the same things they've always done. So, he tried to think outside of the box a little bit.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue arrives at the bowling center and makes her way inside to find Logan looking like a rugged lumberjack - only cleaned up some - and wearing rental bowling shoes. She arches a brow and lets out a soft laugh. "You prolly oughta be worried about -me- cheatin' at cards..." Then she turns to the attendant to request her size in shoes, exchanging her own shoes for them as often happens before walking to a nearby bench to put them on.

"Bowlings already got enough rules, you gonna add more? Alright, cowboy, lay 'em on me..." Saying this, looking up at him with a grin, before she looks down for a moment to concentrate on the shoe tying. "Also, I still ain't sure what I wanna bet on. Money's no good between us...I suppose we could bet on who gets to pick the next date night...less you can think of somethin' better..."

Wolverine has posed:
A chuckle comes from Logan as Rogue talks about her cheating in cards. So, he looks at her for a moment. "Yer powers. I know ya can take the heaviest ball here n' turn it into a canon. Could always make ya wear a power dampener. Make it sucky skill against not as sucky skill," he looks at the woman curiously. Unsure how she would like this one for a moment.

Logan smirks, "Nothin' I'd say in public," comments on the bet and leaves those words just hang there. Oh, she could totally pounce on them, question things, anything like that. It's there for to either leave or take.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue raises a brow. "You really think I'd hurl a bowling ball like that? C'mon. Whadda ya take me for?" She shakes her head then before holding up both her hands. "But I can't help it if I need to use a -slightly- heavier ball -because- of my powers. Not -with- my powers." Though even the idea of wearing a dampener makes her stare daggers at Logan. "Don't ever joke about that, Logan. It's not cute, nor funny, nor fair." Saying this much as she stands and motions. "Which lane?"

If she really wanted to, she'd cold shoulder him for a little bit just for that comment alone. But they're trying to make up for lost time so she'll let it slide. This once. At what he comments considering bets, she does shoot a look back at him with a grin attached. "Meh. I want somethin' tangible. Betting sex isn't interesting cause the sex is -already- interesting."

Wolverine has posed:
"No. I don't think ya would. Just sayin' ya could," Logan says knowing she wouldn't. However, that icy cold stare makes him just shut up. He knew that is a bad idea, but maybe not so bad. Then rogue's stare reminded him that's a really really really bad idea.

Logan will think about it. "Alright. I'll buy a trophy. Ya think of somethin' we can bet on next time. Then we'll think of somethin' the third time if needed, winner gets the trophy," Logan says offering that one out there. A fun competition. Well, turning dates into almost a decathalon. "What do ya say? Gloatin' rights someone can always point at."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue shrugs and smirks. "Alright. Best out of three. You're on." Saying this much as they make their way to whichever lane they're bowling on. She does grab a 14lb bowling ball, lifting it like it's nothing but a feather. "Also and aside, did Charles disappear again? I haven't seen him in his office or anywhere around school." Wondering if, maybe, Logan knew something she didn't regarding the professor's whereabouts. After another moment she looks to Logan, then to the bar area and back to Logan. "Bowl a few rounds then grab some grub? Loser pays the bill?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan picked the lane number nine, just because its' the one available. "I ain't seen him," he says with sadness in his voice He pushes past that for a moment. "Alright. Side bet to the main one. Yer on," he says looking at her for a moment. "Ladies first," he says just letting her go up. He'll sit at the terminal and look at her. "What do ya want yer name to be?" People liked to come up with creative names in a very small amount of letters. Logan's not sure if Rogue is one of those people.

Rogue has posed:
"Just make it Rogue. Should fit..." Rogue says this and then waits, because the names have to be in and set for the game to officially start and the board begin taking score. Once Logan has it all set up. Then she steps up to the line, seems to aim things out well and moves to take her first throw. It looks alright until the ball is halfway down and then it veeeers off to the left and hits the gutter. "God-fucking-damnit..." Yeah. Rogue is definitely -not- a bowler. It takes too much concentration for her to NOT use her powers when throwing something remotely heavy.

Second throw, little better, she gets about 3 pins off the corner. "Maybe a lighter ball...."

Wolverine has posed:
So the computer says "Rge" and "Bst" and then he watches the first throw. Gutter. And Logan just laughs. "Maybe these bets ain't so bad," he smirks at her. Everything is all fine in his world. And then the second throw shuts him up a little bit.

Grabbing his own ball, it's light but not feeling like a feather-shaped orb. His gaze focused on the lane. Step. Step. Step. Throw...Gutter.

" DAMN IT!" Logan snarls a bit and just lives with the shame of this throw.

He just waits to eat crow and he grabs his ball. Just a hurried and angry motion. Throw. "CLCK-CLCK-CLCK-CLCK" the noise begins as all of the neon pins go down and the computer bares a Spare symbol. "Dumb luck," he says thinking it's that more than anything else.

Rogue has posed:
"Dumb luck indeed..." Rogue says this and then shakes her head. "Why does your name look like a short hand of Beast?" Asking this with a laugh. "Or is that supposed to be best?" Winking at him as she sets up for her next throw. This time, she knocks down about half the pins and does a little dance. Then the ball returns and she makes her second throw. Nothing but air. And gutter. And Rogue huffs a little. "Did I ever tell you I actually really hate bowling?" But she's smiling as she says it. "You're making it fun tho..."

Wolverine has posed:
"Only behind closed doors," Logan says about the name "Beast" with a knowing smirk. Then he watches her get half the pins down. Logan genuinely smiles at her little dance. Then he gets up and starts to go for his ball, "No. Ya didn't," Logan looks at her for a moment and then he gets his own ball.

Step. Step. Toss. And like Rogue before him, Logan knocks down the other pins. He doesn't dance. Just a simple simple arm bend and bringit inward. At least he doesn't yell "Yes"!

Then he waits for the ball to go down. And he takes a few steps. Does another thro wand the other half of the pins fall. Logan looks back at Rogue, "Am I still makin' it fun?" he knows that his score is pulling away from hers quickly.

Rogue has posed:
A few more frames. Some are half pins, some are full gutters, she gets ONE strike and a spare. In the end of things, there's little shimmy dances when she knocks down pins and cursing when she misses them entirely. After it's all said and done, and her final frame is bowled, she'll move to sit down and crosses one leg over the other. "I mean, you're gonna have to pull off a -miracle- to beat me now..." Which is totally a lie and full of sarcasm since he's ahead by so many points anyway.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan's actually doing -okay-. Is it better than Rogue? Yes. Yes it is. Still, he'll get half of the pins. Another spare there. There's even a couple of strikes. It causes his score to go up, but it's kind of all over the place. A little rise, big rise, a little rise.

Then there's the last frame, "One miracle comin' up," Logan tries and another frame knocking down half of the pins. Next frame a spare! And because it's frame ten, he gets an extra shot. While it's not a strike, a good eight pins go down. It's the final nail in Rogue's metaphorical coffin.

"Looks like I won Dinner n' I'm a ahead one-nothin'," Logan smirks and holds out a hand for Rogue to join him. Yes, it's salt in the wound, but he honestly had fun.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smirks and stands, taking the offered hand. "You did and you are. Also, to answer your earlier question, yes. You still made it fun." Then she looks to the bar-type area and tilts her head. "Really shit greasy bar food ooooor...." She motions towards the exit. "Somewhere better that we know and love? I mean, I don't mind either way, but since the bill is on me, this is your chance to get something real good for free..."

Wolverine has posed:
"Some place we know," Logan says looking at her. A smirk pulls at his lips as he watches her for a moment. "Surprise me wit' where yer thinkin'," this way the hit her wallet takes may not need to be so bad. His gaze stays on her for a moment. He watches her curiously for a few moments.