2350/Cheap Ass Beer

Cheap Ass Beer
Date of Scene:	06 September 2017
Location:	Harry's, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Several members of the faculty (and one former student!) spend an evening at Harry's where a game of secrets is played.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Polaris, Rogue, Psylocke, Havok, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Jubilee, Cyclops

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Wolverine has posed:
    It was another day in paradise. The sun was setting, the clouds were not pouring rain onto the area, and Logan is sitting at his favortie table in the corner at Harry's. The sound of "Carry on My Wayward Son" was playing on the Jukebox, and a few patrons were present, all quiet and minding their own business. The Patriots and Chiefs Game was just coming on on the bigscreens near the bar and at tactically positioned points around the bar.

    A cloud of smoke wafts around Logan's head as he puffs on his cigar. Logan gives dirty looks at all the patrons who glower at him, but they all knew better than to say anything to the grumpy Canadian "lumberjack" type! Enjoying the cigar, and the large pitcher of Keith's at his table, Logan sits back and relaxes, the look of "zen" on his face a rare occurrence indeed.

    "Ahhhhhh..." Logan says, as he drinks a long drink from his mug of ice cold Canadian beer.

Polaris has posed:
Walking into the bar, Lorna's got that island glow from her work-cation. Or perhaps this is the work-cation from home. She sees Logan and snaps. Coming to sit by him, she waits for Harry. "I'm surprised someone beat me here." She remarks lightly.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue has particpated in the assault on the Mojo/Spiral complex, but had disappeared again shortly after that. During that mission she'd been donning the cape of Doctor Strange, so it was rather obvious who the psuedo-widow was spending time with these days after her failed wedding.

Having finished her courses at Xavier's back in mid August, and the wedding having taken place days later... Rogue hadn't gathered up most of her belongings though, so she was coming here today to do that. She'd gone to the school and found her door locked... she'd thought about bustign the lock, but decided against it. After asking around, she'd been told Logan had the keys... so after a bunch of grumbling and mumbling... Rogue found herself walking to Harry's Pub.

She came in through the backdoor into the pool hall and manuevered her way through the billiards tables, hands in her black hoodie's pockets and her hood up over her head... she looked annoyed/upset as she stepped into the main room and scanned her eyes around for the Harriest of Harry's inside of Harry's Hideaway...

Psylocke has posed:
    When the door opens again, Betsy slips in quietly and glances around. She starts to head for the bar when she catches sight of the familiar faces in the corner. They are given a slight nod but she changes her path. Jukebox first. A specific song set up for the next to play. Then she heads for the corner table, slipping in one of the open seats. She eyes the mug Logan is drinking from and then pointedly looks at the empty spots on the table filled by others, including herself. "Starting without us and couldn't even order a pitcher for the table. I'm disappointed, Logan."

Havok has posed:
Alex was in the parking lot, sitting in his Jeep with the windows down and killing time while trying to decide whether or not to go back to the school and have that dreaded talk that he's not looking forward to. Instead, he decided that Harry's would be the better option. It's been a while since he's been here, longer in his mind than everyone elses. And now he still hesitates going in until he sees Green and then Purple hair. He smiles to himself and shakes his head. It's a great day to drink - indeed.

Alex remains in the Jeep a bit longer, sorting through his backpack before putting it into the floorboard of the back seat. He opens the door, slides out, pockets his wallet and then closes the door. He'll take his time while walking through the parking lot; looking for other familiar vehicles. Then pushes the fab on the key and sets the alarm.

Wolverine has posed:
    As Lorna sits down, Logan grins, and nods to Harry. "Hey Lorna. Ah have always been here." Logan winks sagely. "Here." As a glass is put down on the table in front of Lorna, Logan does the honours by pouring Lorna her first glass of Keith's. "Owner gives me a discount as I set him up with a guy in Nova Scotia that brings the Keith's over tha' border fer next ta' nuthin'. Seems I saved his life once 'er somethin'."

    Logan shrugs, pours, and drops the near-empty pitcher. "Enjoy." Logan grins, takes a drag of his cigar, and sits back.

    "Patriots comin' on." Logan says, sounding almost bored. "You Americans and your boring Football. The CFL is where it's at. Go TiCats." Logan grins, puffing on his cigar. "Rough year this year though. So. Gotta' root for the Pats to'night. No Steelers game on."

    Logan watches as Betsy slinks into the bar. Watching her movements, his eyes follow every change in direction, admiring her as a fellow warrior. Nodding, Logan waves to Harry to bring another glass. And another pitcher, as Betsy is correct. They had already finished the first one. Or fourth. Logan can't remember.

    "Clink" the glass makes a sound as it is placed in front of Betsy. "Ma' apologies Bets. Here ya' go." Logan nods. Taking the pticher from Harry, he pours her a full glass of ice cold beer, and says, "Best Canada hasta offer."

    Logan waves towards Harry, to let him know that he should keep the beer flowing...and points to himself, taking the charges. That was a first...Logan puts the cigar in the ashtray, takes a big gulp of his beer, and grins. "Well. Ain't this nice. Lookit what we have here..." As Rogue arrives, Logan sniffs, grins, waves her forward, has Harry deposit another glass, and says, "Rogue! Over here! Sit down kid." Logan grins. "Ah'm sure ONE glass won't kill ya' Rogue." Filling the glass, he pushes it towards her, and smiles.

Polaris has posed:
"Don't you Americans at me. I don't think I count anymore." Lorna says dryly and drinks her beer. "Besides, football is boring." She shakes her head at Logan and leans back to smile at Betsy. "Neat sword work the other day." She admires easily as the purple haired woman joins. Her green eyes sliding to Rogue as she wanders in, studying the young woman more quietly. "Rougest."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue spotted some of the other faculty members all ganging up around Logan and she wondered for a moment if this place was like some kind of weird Xavier's School Teacher Beer Commercial every night...

When Logan called to her though she put her eyes on him and walked toward him, she definitely looked out of place since was still in her teens and was expecting Harry to tell her to leave any second, but Logan was pouring her a drink now? Hmm.... Rogue nodded to Lorna and showed a weak half smile. "Hey." She said quietly in response, before nodding at Betsy who she didn't know that well and admittedly found to be more than a little intimidating.

Rogue put her eyes on Logan and reached out for the drink, not yet deciding to sit. "Ah need the keys for the bedrooms... my stuff is all locked up..." She told him, before lifting up the drink for a sip.

Psylocke has posed:
    The mug of beet is lifted in a mock toast and Betsy takes a quick sip. Followed by a deeper swallow when it turns out to be pretty good. Her parents would have a fit if they were alive and knew she was drinking cheap beer in a bar but it's one of her dirty little secrets. She likes a good beer. Cheap or otherwise.
    "Not as neat as your extraction of that poison," Betsy returns to Lorna as she sets her mug back down on the battered table surface. Been a lot of drinks shared at this table over the years. It's starting to show.
    As Rogue joins the group, she manages to not arch a brow at the beer offered to the girl. They aren't at the school and Rogue is a special case since she's part of the team as opposed to a student. In her mind, that puts Rogue in adult category. Besides, she's heard what happened. The girl needs a drink surely. Instead, Betsy gives the girl a nod and a slight smile.

Havok has posed:
Moving through the door, Alex walks in, spots his compatriots. He will wave with index finger straight, others slightly curled. As a greeting and a 'one minute' indication. He then redirects toward the bar and will stand to garner the bartenders attention. Once he has gained the attention of the bartender, he'll make a few orders and be handed a bottle of beer.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Okay, okay." Logan smiles and holds his hands up in surrendur as Lorna comments. "Fair enough." Logan nods as Lorna comments on Betsy's swordplay. As Rogue sits down, Logan nods sagely, and says, "Well, we'll haveta' getcha those then, kid." Logan nods, and takes another drink of his beer. "I think Hank might have'a master key or some such. I know Piotr knows where they are as well." Logan nods.

    Logan looks at Lorna, than at Betsy, and then back again. The poison was not a good time for any of them. "It was great havin' ya both there to watch ma' back, Lorna, Betsy. Thanks."

    That was when Alex arrives. With a sniff, a smile, and a wave, Logan shouts out, "Summers! Over here! Join us!" Yep, another glass, anthoer pour, and another mug of Keith's. Although the rest of the patron's were...irritated at Logan's loud voice, they kept to themselves except for the occasional dirty look at the gruff Canadian.

Polaris has posed:
"Stroke of luck. If the poison hadn't have been metal-or in part at least-well..." Lorna shrugs. "I got sloppy before that. It's rare to lose my temper like that." She admits and glances to Alex a little surprised. Leaning back in her chair she slides her eyes back to the group, resuming drinking. "Well, ask and ye shall receive Logan. I'm easy enough to coax into a fight."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sipped from her beer while eyeballing the others and she did decide to perch one-cheek onto a barsteel with her foot up on its rest pole. She got a beer foam mustache and decided to leave it there and pretend like she'd never drank a beer before, cause that would make the older people feel better, right?

"Hank is locked in his lab and Piotr was playing with all the kids in the yard..." She responded to Logan, as to why she sought him out for the keys. She picked up a napkin then to dab at her mouth after the foamstache dripped down her chin. "Beer is gross." She quietly said, cause yeah... gotta play up that idea that she'd never had any before!

Havok has posed:
At the bar, Alex waits for a few while the tender makes up a few drinks. 5 shots of JD whisky, 5 of jagermeister, 5 kamikazes, 5 shots of vodks, and then 5 shots fireball cinnamon whisky. They are stacked on two trays and Alex gathers them to walk over to the table while dodging other patrons at the bar.

Placing the trays down on the bar, Alex says, "Ladies, Logan... I bring presents. Today is a day to celebrate life and friends."

Polaris has posed:
"Alex. I take it you got an appointment? Or did the old man have time for you?" Lorna wonders and eyes all the drinks. "Christ. It's a good thing I don't need to worry about looking good for some man when I get home." She murmurs and eyes the variety. "Beer is great Rogue, just not Canadian beer." She teases and scoots away from Logan's proximity to be safe.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue eyeballed all of the shots that Alex had bought and was bringing over to them. She assumed none of those were for her, which didn't really bother her TOO MUCH considering she wasn't that great of a drinker.

"Its a Wednesday, Summe'ahs." Rogue said at him from her perch on the barstool and a larger smile showing up on her purple painted lips. "Gonna get a reputation..." She teased further before raising her drink up to her lips and looking to Lorna. "You always look good, Miss Green." She told her favorite teacher before indulging in another drink of that tall frosty glass in her gloved hand.

Havok has posed:
Answering Lorna as he takes a seat, Alex states, "Yep. And it was a nice meeting too. I'll be helping out where I can.". He doesn't go into details and leaves it well enough alone in mixed company. Best not to stir the pot just yet.

He then looks around at those gathered. "So here's the story. Everyone gets 1 shot of each set. So that's 5 shots each. We're gonna start with the straight Whiskey and end with the Kamikazi. For every shot. However, it's a round robin type game and for every shot, you tell us a secret."

Polaris has posed:
Laughing, Lorna shakes her head at Havok. "I don't think I have that many secrets, and I left my pjs at home. No one warned me it was a sleep over." She teases, lining up the five shots anyway. She looks to Rogue and shakes her head. "Ice cream guy went full ghost on me. Figures. Never date an Avenger Rogue, you really can't trust them." The five are at the bar, some in better spirits than others. Alex having brought all the shots. The poor light weights in the group.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Fair enough." Logan grins and takes another swig of the beer. "Metal based poisons are all the thing. Glad we had a master of magnetism with us." Logan smiles at Rogue and shrugs. "AH guess it is...it's kinda' an acquired taste Rogue. As fer tha' keys, we'll hook ya' up. No worries." Logan chuckles.

    "AH knew there was a reason ah' liked ya' Summers." Logan grins and takes a shot. Downing it, he grins, gasps slightly, and nods. "Nice."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is seated at the bar on the edge of one stool. The 18 year old has a nearly-full glass of beer in her right hand (thanks Logan!) and she's smiling softly. "I'll go beat the shit out of him for you, Lorna..." She said quietly to the green haired one. "Guess my datin' book is wide open again." She muttered that part before taking another drink and nodding to Logan. "Thanks, Miste'ah."

At the shots, Rogue stared... STILL assuming that Havok did not mean to include her in this drinking game...

Nightcrawler has posed:
    The sportier Car is just big enough for poor Piotr to squeeze his bulk into. Kurt is still looking a little self-conscious as he lets Piotr in after him at the front door. "Mein gott. I thought it had more room mein freund!" His tail is slashing, a bit agitated. Okay, a lot agitated. "That could nicht haff been comfortable, Piotr! i am sorry. Your knees were around your ears!" That being said, it is some sleek little European number. Kurt was probably thinking of someone shorter and less masculine sitting in the passenger seat.
    "Harry! Two lagers, if you please?" he calls out to the bar as they enter.
    No one stares. No says any slurts. Kurt has spent a lot of time in here. No big deal.

Havok has posed:
Alex begins to line his own row up and says, "Damn Logan. Guess that was a state secret. Considering I didn't think you liked anyone." Alex grins at his own comment and the remark Logan made before taking a shot. Guess it's my turn then.

Alex thinks while lifting the shot glass, "I used to want to be my brother." He drinks quickly. Thing is, was that really a secret? It's more likely he thought it was a secret when everyone else knew the reality of it.

Polaris has posed:
"I used to want to bang your brother." Lorna counters and takes her first shot. She follows that, squinting a little at the shot with "We got milkshakes once, sweet guy. I need to quit the sweet ones." She looks to Rogue and nods at that. "You're welcome to if I don't see him first. That jack ass."

Colossus has posed:
As much as Piotr is the eternal straight man backdrop to a variety of shenanigans among the school staff, he is nonetheless also a large Russian gentleman, and thus not opposed to the occasional bit of social drinking! But he WAS teaching some of the youngest students a bit of gardening, so he's late to the evident gathering at the local watering hole. But so is Kurt, and so that makes it convenient to catch a ride.

Sort of. It did end up being a rather tight fit.

"Is alright, my friend," the man is saying, in good-humored fashion, as they come wandering in, evidently discussing the fact of his recent sardine-like treatment. "Comrades!" he calls, as they approach the bar and the others already gathered. "How is everyone this evening?"

Jubilee has posed:
Harry's was always a safe place. Harry seemed to like Jubilation just fine, which was a relief. Tonight, however, the bar was Arry's, owing to a burnt out neon H. Dismounting her bike, the petite Asian makes her way into the entrance in black cargo pants, leather riding boots, and a black jacket over a simple white tanktop. "Yer H is out, 'Arry!" she chirps cheerfully to him, before noticing the others seated and drinking. Her stormy grey eyes turn instantly cautious. Almost distrustful. She freezes, and looks over those assembled, deciding whether anyone present will be a threat.

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan winks at Rogue, and grins. Then he sees a few new arrivals, and can't help himself.

    "Fuzzy Elf! Pete! Over here! Ah'm buying and Summers is offerring shots!" Logan grins, and waves Harry over again with another pitcher of Keith's. Glasses were brought for all the newcomers, and the libations were getting loud. Harry looks at Piotr, frowns, and gingerly places the glass down in front of him.

    "Yeah Summers. Maybe I'll admit I like you a bit...when you are bringing shots. Fair enough." Logan grins, and inhales his cigar. "AH'd be my own man if I were you. Not like yer brother. Than ah won't like ya' at all." Logan winks.

    Peering at Lorna, Logan doesn't reply, instead he shakes his head, and says, "What is it abooot him?" Logan grimaces. Taking another drink of beer, he fills his now empty glass with a fresh pitcher that arrives at the table.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watched Lorna while she spoke about the Ant Man. "Wait... the Avenge'ahs hire Baskin Robbins employees?" She asked with her eyes peered. "Wow. These are our greatest heroes..."

While saying this, Rogue eyed the shots, she heard the secrets being revealed and it made her just grin and sip her beer. She looked over to the new arrivals and a larger smile showed on her face. Rogue waved at them all. "Jubilee! Free shots!" She shouted to her very pale friend. "Welcome to 'Arry's." She told Kurt and Pete.

Havok has posed:
Looking over his shoulder, Alex will take note of the newcomers. He smiles, raises his hand and waves them over. "Hey hey, it's really turning into a party.", he says to his table.

Alex's attention shifts back to lorna and then Logan as he catches up with the conversation, "It's that he's in charge. Sure, he's got a major stick up his ass. But he's got that 'carry' about himself that draws attention. Just like Lorna says. Initially, he's impressive. Then you get to know him and suddenly the switches are turned off. But over time, he warms up again. He's his own worst enemy."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Still close to the door, Kurt actually holds it open for Jubilee. "Is not holy ground, but it is neutral." Kurt tells Jubilee with genuine and sincere kindness.
    Casually, Kurt reaches up to his collar and makes sure the silver cross that hangs there inside the collar of the shirt. There is the faint tink of silvered saints medals against the cross. His amber eyes sweep over to Logan and settle on Rogue after maybe lingering on that head of green hair.
    His footfalls are soft as he walks on over. A steady hand seeks to settle on the cloth covering Rogue's arm. The touch is gentle, the grip firm. Just a quick little touch to let the southern belle know someone has been thinking of her. His wink is quick and sure. As he pushes out a chair for Jubilee, Kurt waits to be seated until the lady can sit. "Hallo Leibling." Whether to Rogue or Lorna, the lades can figure it out. 'Logan, mein herr. Herr Summer."

Polaris has posed:
"Nice guys are supposed to be a safe bet." Lorna shrugs in explanation to Logan. "I'm thinking my gage is a bit off." She pauses when she sees Jubilee. Getting up, she hugs the girl briefly. "Thought you were dead. Grab a seat." She offers. A bit of guilt pinches between her shoulders as she retakes her spot and waves to the other newcommers before lining up her next shot. "Kurt, Piotr, nice to see you." She glances to Alex curiously. "Still playing or just partying now?"

Colossus has posed:
Despite any frowns he gets, Piotr remains all friendly smiles, a near infinite reserve of good cheer. "Do not worry, friend Harry. Is school night, still. I will not be drinking you out 'of house and home,' is saying, da?" Beat. "But, if comrades are doing shots, bring vodka too?" He's not sure what they're having, but variety never hurts. For the moment, he'll content himself with the more basic drink Kurt orders for him, hardly so picky.

A smile is offered Rogue upon her welcome. "Is good to see you back with everyone, Anna-Marie," he offers with his own touch of warmth, indeed happy (and maybe surprised) to see her back socializing normally with the group. But definitely glad for it! Polaris earns a smile also. "Thank you. Is good to be getting out of mansion, for once. Things are so busy with school back in session!"

Jubilee has posed:
As uncertain as she is, Jubilation finds herself swept toward the table by Kurt. The sound of silver on silver does not escape her attention, as she watches Kurt touch the cross inside his collar. She averts her eyes and thanks him softly as he seats her. She looks around the table at the others, most of whom she's not seen since they were in battle, one way or another. "You clean up pretty good, for a mostly dead guy," she offers Havok with a faint smile. Then, she's hugged. By someone who offered respite from the crippling pain of poison to all but Jubilation. She sucks air in between her teeth, and tenses. But gives Lorna's back a soft pat. "Yeah...I get that a lot."

Psylocke has posed:
    Coming back from a restroom break, Betsy finds her seat has been taken. And there were five shots lined up in front of it too. "First, who do I thank for the shots and second, can we get more of them since we seem to have more people than drinks now?" She raises her voice and glances over at the bar. "Harry, be a dear and get more shots to make sure we're all supplied? On me."
    She missed the whole situation with the price for the shots being a secret each time one is downed. Otherwise, she might not hvae done that. She does reclaim her half empty mug of BEER (phew) from the table. Then she drags over a chair from a nearby table to sit in as she rejoins the gathering.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Hey Jubs." Logan grins, and then gets Harry's attention. Waving his hands in a strange way, the man nods, completely understanding, and heads out back to the kitchen. "Good to see ya' kid. Welcome." Logan pours her a beer from an empty glass not taken, pushes it towards Jubilee, and says, "We're relaxin'...awwww!" Pats score! 7-0 over the Chiefs.

    Alex comments, and Logan smiles. "Yep. It's good ta' relax, get outta tha' mansion, and enjoy each other's company that doesn't mean savin' tha' world! Or killin' Ninjas. No comment Lorna, Summers, on Cyke." Logan grins and nods to Kurt with a large smile. "Hey Elf. Next rounds on you."

    "Nice guys..."Logan starts to say something, and changes his mind with an evil grin, and shakes his head. "When did that start?" Chuckling, Logan takes another swig of the beer. "Man, that's good."

    As Piotr also arrives, and Logan hears what he says to Harry, Logan grins, and says, "Well, never been able to drink a Russkie under tha' table Pete. None of this school night stuff. You ready to go?" Logan challenges his friend and nods as Psylocke returns.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue lays her head onto Kurt's shoulder when he touched her arm like that. She had a black hoodie on and the hood was up, so he was safe from her sinister mutation. She smiled softly then and watched the others doing their drinking and chating, not having much else to say at the moment. She didn't want to lunge at shots and start blabbing a bunch of secrets... Remy's secrets were all inside of her head now, she'd probably start blabbing those!

Havok has posed:
There's a smile and a wink to Jubilee as Alex is acknowledged about his disappearance. Things do indeed happen and get all turned around. Alex then looks to those who just joined. We were starting up a game. Take a shot, tell a secret. Round robin style. We'll wait for the other shots and then we'll resume. It'll be greatness, cause secrets all come out when we get a little sloshed."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Nice men? you have met Piotr then, Lorna?" Kurt teases them both. "Lorna, Piotr. Piotr, Lorna." He continues the gentle teasing. Kurt turns a chair around and sits in it. Not because he the cool kid, but more comfortable with the tail. Said tail snakes out to snag his beverage, the tail wrapping about the handle in a lazy manner.
    His eyes almost sparkle for a moment, catching Logan's and giving the older man a little nod.
    Kurt immediately stands like a gentleman should as Betsy steps back over. "Fraulein." his arm tone is tinged with happy affection. If he were a cat, he would be purring. His family is here.
    Sinking back into his seat, Kurt takes a long swallow of his beer. He sighs, "Verdamnit. I had 10 on the chiefs. Tom Brady is inhuman!" Kurt pauses, blinks twice. "Und I would know?" He adds a moment later with the punchline. He does lean over though, and very carefully, but sweetly kisses Rogue's cheek through the hood. It is a swift gesture. Nothing sensual with it. Nothing flirty. It is almost brotherly. Just a gentle cloth shrouded peck.

Polaris has posed:
"It depends on how interesting your secrets are Alex. Mine are perfectly dull. Nothing to write home about shit." Lorna shakes her head and chuckles at Kurt. "We are all faculty, even if I've been scarce." Not that that's uncommon between her duties here and Genosha. She shakes her locks off her shoulders and smiles to Betsy. "There better be dancing later, or this will be a total drag, you know? Could have just sat around in the garage and shot the shit."

Wolverine has posed:
    Harry was a godsend as he comes out with four huge, heaping trays of natchos, cheese, and salsa! The next trays out were of chicken wings - murder all the way down to mild. Logan grins, and says, "On ma' tab Harry." Harry gives him a dirty look, and Logan says, "Okay, okay. Ah'll pay in US this time, not Canadian." Harry nods, and moves towards the bar, as the Chiefs tie it up 7-7. That should make Piotr happy.

    "Dig in everyone." Logan says as he stands back and watches his friends, comrades, and compatriots. It was good having people who you cared about...and cared about you. This was...nice. Logan doesn't say a word. He regards each of them in time, smiling and enjoying the last few puffs of his cigar. What was that? A true smile on his face? Logan was...happy? Naw, must have been a trick of the light. Logan was NEVER happy.

    

Havok has posed:
Alex picks up the second shot and holds it up to say something prior to drinking. He eyes the glass with the spiced whiskey within. He says aloud, and quite loudly, "Okay, secret time; I think I'm still in love with my demon possessed otherworld former, but not ex wife, the one who tried to destroy the universe and the mother of my otherworld son named after my otherworld dead brother. What the fuck is wrong with me?" He then downs the alcohol and it burns. He coughs and inhales sharply.

Colossus has posed:
Logan's enthusiasm earns a good hearty laugh from Piotr. "Friend Logan, night is yet young and we are in company of so many friends. I think it has been very long time since I saw so many of you all together, as this. Let us not rush into our oblivion." Although, despite saying that, the Russian will show a willingness to keep pace with the drinking. He is merely unhurried about it. They have plenty of time ahead of them! And thus, when his vodka arrives, he lifts it to the bunch, and tosses it back: "Na Zdorovie!"

He glances over at the TV as both Logan and Kurt seem focused on it. "Ah, American football. I like look of this game." Because it's all a bunch of his giant kin crashing into each other, probably. Totally his sport. "You are also playing something, I think I hear?" He must mean whatever drinking game they're up to.

He goes on to nod at Lorna's explanation of their familiarity. He's familiar with everyone on the staff, although he is on the younger end of the full members. "A night of drink and song, da!" he agrees with the expressed desire for further revels, though he... doesn't repeat the dancing part.

Psylocke has posed:
    "Get enough shots in me and it might be on the table," Betsy mutters aside to Lorna. Then she catches on. "To get a shot you tell a secret?" She looks around then shakes her head negatively. "I'm out. I'll stick with beer." To prove her point she lifts her mug in a toast to the group at large then takes a big swig. Which means she now has an empty mug. That won't do. As the shots start arriving, so do a couple extra pitchers of beer as though Harry read their minds. Which would be funny, considering. She pours some of the beer into her mug then sets the pitcher back on the table.
    At the confession from Alex, she blinks and her raises her eyebrows high on her head but she does keep her mouth shut.

Jubilee has posed:
There is the faintest of blushes in Jubilee's cheeks tonight. She tilts her head as Logan pushes a beer over to her. Her sense of taste has gone to hell, but...it's beer. And if it's good enough for Logan, she trusts it. "Thanks, Handsome." She actually grins this time, and lifts the mug to her lips to drink. That...went pretty well. No taste. Can't get drunk now, right? This could turn out to be a swell evening, after all. She watches Kurt with a soft smile as his kindness shines through. Always. It's a refreshing thing. Then she turns to the group. "What if I have no secrets?" Bull. Shit.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smiled at the hood-kiss from Kurt and her eyes closed for a moment before she opened them again when she heard Alex's admitting another secret. She stared at the Summers man and just sipped her beer with a small smile. "Nothin's wrong with you. You just got a fucked up life like the rest'a us, sugah." She said back at him before glancing at the tv, but... sports weren't really her thing... Carol Danvers loved them though, so that made her eyes check the score...

Polaris has posed:
"That's heavy." Lorna murmurs to Alex and considers her second shot. She narrows her eyes a moment. "Hmm. The man I killed after watching him slit a mutant throat isn't the first death on my hands." She offers to Alex and raises her glass to tip the shot back. She shakes her head a little and looks to Betsy. "Suit yourself. I'm gonna need to move, all these shots. Might end up pickling myself."

Cyclops has posed:
     The squeak of the door would echo in the local watering hole, but with the raucous chatter and enthusiastic ingestion of libations, only those keen of hearing would hear the entrance of one Scott Summers.

  Almost immediately the tall slender man starts to gain a slight blush on his face. He saw all the vehicles parked outside and he had to come see what was going on. "Hey!" He calls out, making his way over to the group. "All here for the Chiefs?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

Havok has posed:
Alex looks over to Lorna and recollecting their previous conversations about killing, he nods with a regretful sigh. . He also agrees with Rogue, "Fucked up lives.. totally."

That's when Alex hears his brother's voice and almost ducks looking down at the table for a second then turning to look over his shoulder to the doorway. He smiles, "Scott!" is called out in a greeting of brotherly love.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Secrets?" Kurt blinks twice. "But I have so few?" Kurt's hands open in a little warm gesture of feigned innocence. He buttons his shirt up to the top. Just in case that silver cross and his St. Christopher's and St. Jude's slide out. Hitting Jubilee with the holy mojo is very much frowned on. He looks at Alex, then Lorna. Worry colors his features. He pauses, and considers. He is silent for a long moment, then reaches for a shot glass. "When you saved me from the church tower? That first night?" Kurt is quiet a moment. "I was going to let go of the tower and fall. I was so tired, and I had just accidentally killed my step-brother."
    His child-murdering step-brother. Kurt is quiet another short moment. "I am so glad I did not. I love my family." His eyes slide around the table to all of them. He lifts his shot, and slams it in a warm toast. "Scott. I am going to owe Logan 10 bucks after tonight!" he winks at Scott.

Wolverine has posed:
    Pouring himself another drink of beer, his 17th, he thinks, and taking a plunge at a few "murder" chicken wings, Logan grimaces, grins, and nods. "Nice." Watching the game with Piotr and Kurt takes him back to the good old days, until..."Fumble! Ah, man! Chiefs got the ball on the Pats 33 yard line. Huh."

    Logan hears the convo going on around Alex, Lorna Rogue and Betsy, and decides to stay grounded. In the battle. "Football! Well, it ain't hockey, but that's a few months away. In the meantime, it'll have ta' do chumps. 50 says Pats win. Any takers, Ruskie? Ah got 10 with Kurt." Logan grins at Piotr and Kurt and puts out his cigar as it comes to the end. He winks at Jubilee, shrugs, and turns to stare at the door.

    That was when Scott arrives. With a frown, a nod, and a wave at Harry, Logan says, "Cyke! Welcome ta' tha' party. Harry, hook ma' man up with a glass, and some brewskis, Canadian style! Join us and have a few...might do ya' some good!" Logan grins.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue slipped her gloves off when the food arrived and she put that power-canceling bracelet on that Hank / Tatum gave her the night before the Red Wedding... So with undangered naked hands, Rogue reached out for some of the food and a few napkins to just sit there on her stool and listen to all the familar faces with their banter and chatter, she looked at Kurt and nudged him with her right boot when he admitted his secret. "Don't you die on me." She told him in a quiet voice, chicken wing between two fingers. "Not eve'ah."

Polaris has posed:
Looking back at Scott, Lorna lifts a hand in greeting before turning her focus back on the little drinking game. She picks up shot three and notes Alex's heavy sigh. "The first two were my mom and her husband. But here's my secret-I adore men's boxers for sleeping in." She murmurs and tilts shot three back. Kurt gets a smile. "We're glad you're about too, Blue." She tells him and slides her beer glass to Logan for a refill for between shots.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee nudges Logan and grins at him. "No starin' out into space. You got a game to watch and fun times t' be had by all." Then, she turns to Kurt, narrowing her eyes. "Y'know I bet you'd look AWESOME in a sweater. Like, fuzzies, and static and..." She clamps her hand over her mouth, and takes a drink of her beer to silence herself. Why on earth would she say something like that? The idea of Kurt with a serious case of static slips into her mind, and she nearly chokes on her beer with a giggle.

Colossus has posed:
Maybe Piotr has gotten off a little easy in the 'fucked up lives' department. Or... it picked someone else in his family! So it leaves him to some silent thought, and to turn as Scott appears. "Comrade, welcome!" he calls toward the door, before turning back toward the gathering, and specifically toward Logan with his offered bet. "I do not know all rules of game, but I am not minding a wager. 'Pats' are team of who? And Chiefs? Chiefs of who?" He needs to know what he's betting on!

Still, while he ponders his own demons, or ignores them, a glance is turned to Kurt and he reaches to give the man a maybe too-hard backslap. "You made right choice, and we are all glad for it. Giving in to sadness is never right choice- and I come from place of much sadness."

Havok has posed:
"Of course the Pats are gonna win. They'll cheat again." states Alex with a grin to just stir up the noise. Then he hears what Jubilee says and smiles, "That's why Kurt uses Drier Sheets to bathe with. Keeps down the static." Alex starts to laugh. He's trying to steer himself away from the heavy subjects and then looks around at all the people that he calls friends. And then there's his brother who joins them and he nods up to him in a welcoming greeting.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    The bracelet is noted. Kurt winks at Logan, then he nods at Jubilee. His left hand reaches up and pulls his curly hair up in a warm gesture. "Everywhere." he agrees with mock seriousness, his smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Then Piotr's back slap thumps him. Kurt does -not- spill his beer. He doesn't get mad, he laughs warmly. "Ja! I would have never met my real family!" He laughs warmly at that.
    His right hand though, it reaches out, and there is an awkward pause. Kurt then grabs Rogue's hand. It is a warm grip. Tight, brotherly. It is not the short touch from fights or battles. It is an honest gesture of affection. HIs broad fingers squeeze for a moment in a sign of genuine human, brotherly affection. "I am indestructible." Kurt promises.
    His grin is warm at Rogue before he notes to Lorna. "In the buff. Always sleep in the buff."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue grinned at atll the chatter going on, eyes on her chicken wing trying to keep it from messing herself up as she munched. When the blue hand touched hers, she looked over at her 'brother' and smiled genuinely at him, the first time they'd actually touched like that. "Good." She said at his words. "To the... uh, first part. The second part, thats your business." She said with a continued grin before looking at everyone else. "I do the same though, but only cause I wanna see if someone dares t'touch me while I'm asleep. Only t'wake up with some dumb a-holes passed out. Its like a sexiness trap." She admitted that and went back to her chicken wing.

Cyclops has posed:
     Scott gives a smile and wave to Lorna as he settles down with the rest of the group. "No way I can bet against the Pats, Logan." He offers, taking a healthy sip of beer. "Pats of New England and the Chiefs of Kansas City." He offers to Piotr.

  He moves over to Alex and raises a glass to him. "Hey Alex." He offers smiling to his brother. "What are you all playing?"

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan notes Lorna's empty glass, fills it with a newly arrived pitcher, and pushes the glass back at her. Logan then regards Jubilee fondly, and smiles. "Okay, okay. Always." Logan shakes his head. "No getting too nostalgic. Ah promise."

    "Okay Pete, the Kansas City Chiefs. They suck. The Patriots are patriotic, they ain't bad. Steelers or Raiders, they are awesome, but they ain't no Hamilton Tiger Cats in the CFL." Logan glares at Alex, and then stops. "Good point Alex. Huh."

    Logan notes the blank stare in Piotr's eyes, and he grins at Scott's comments. "Drink up Cyke. Exactly. Anyway. Pick a team. Have some chicken wings. Drink some vodka. We're having a good time." Logan clasps Piotr on his right shoulder with his left hand, a feat in and of itself considering the height difference, and squeezes. A sign of comraderie. "S'all good."

    After all of that, the Pats recover a fumble on their goal line, and take the ball all the way! They score! 14-7, Pats over Cheifs, end of the first half.

Havok has posed:
Alex looks over to Scott and answers, "Secrets for shots. Tell a secret, take a shot. Just a casual game of sharing and drinking. We all know you got secrets Scott." then he takes a shot glass from his row and hands it over to Scott. "Come on, share time bro. Inquiring minds wanna know - secrets."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee arches her brows, and reaches for a shot. "I sleep in an old tee shirt that I stole when Logan was working on his motorcycle. I never told him I took it. I've washed it a hundred times till it's got holes in it so big a whole boob shows. But I swear sometimes at night when I wake up, it still smells like motorcycle oil, cigar and Canadia." Her tone is utterly matter-of-fact. She lifts the shot and downs it, noting that suddenly she has found that alcohol DOES still burn. She sputters, fanning her mouth rapidly with one hand. "Just the shirt."

Colossus has posed:
"I am not knowing either of these places well," Piotr admits to Scott, which renders his support in the whole thing somewhat a more... arbitrary endeavor. "But if is how you both say, even if 'Pats' are always winning, if is because they are cheating, then I will not support them. So I will take bet for Chiefs." He grins. "Perhaps is not so wise, but someone must be making the wager interesting, da?"

And just as he says this, they start that run. "Oh? Are they winning? Is good? Go Chiefs of Kansas! Blyat! No! What are you doing? Pick up ball! No, no, not other team pick up ball! Do not run other way! What is happening! No!"

See! He's already all invested in it!

Polaris has posed:
"Naked huh Blue? Maybe I should try that some time." Lorna considers. "Always figured with the amount of times there's been a night raid it's just better to you know-wear something." she drinks her beer and looks to the tv with less interest, grinning at Jubes sleep fashion. "I burned all my ex's shit. Makes me real glad I didn't give him a key."

Cyclops has posed:
     Scott looks down at the shot, contemplating. "I look over our old photos and kinda...wish we were still as close. Doing, well. This kinda stuff." The usually reserved man just downs the shot, chasing it with a beer.

  Cyclops puts the glass back on the table and keeps a partial smile on his face. "Who's next?"

Havok has posed:
"Harsh." Alex says to Lorna's remark about burning her ex's stuff. "Then again, he did ghost you. So yeah, it's like he died. So you had a wickerman event or something in his honor. Or departure." Alex notes with a shake of his head. Then he'll drink more beer because he's already had three shots and needing to pace himself. After the beer, his other hand grabs foodstuffs and begins to eat.

That's when he hears and processes what Scott just said. Alex looks over to his brother and states in agreement, "Absolutely."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "When you have nothing to be ashamed off, Lorna." Kurt says, teasing the green-haired woman in a friendly tone. He nods at Rogue. "It is a trap, ja? Like the fish in the movie?" He leans back, nursing his beer. Kurt drove, and while years of being pals with Logan and Piotr have given Kurt a tolerance, he has the new little sporty European car outside, and he is too pretty for jail.
    His tone with Scott is gentle. "Then just... do it. We are adults, and we will not let you down. Not all the weight needs to fall on his shoulder. Ja, you are Charles' first son, the Able to his Adam. Not all of us are Caine." There is affection, warmth, and a gentle reassurance in his tone. "We will not let you down."
    That was a little too vulnerable for even Nightcrawler. "If you need help, Lorna. I am an expert at undressing?" It is obvious he is changing the subject rather than being that vulnerable.

Psylocke has posed:
    As the game continues, Betsy quietly listens. Hearing the variety of secrets from serious to silly, it's an insight into those she has considered friends for some time. Yet, she doesn't regret having chosen not to participate .She takes a drink of her beer and realizes that that her mug is empty. She refills it from one of the pitchers on the table. The pither is replaced and she sips her drink.
    Come With Me Now by the Kongos comes on the jukebox.
    She puts her beer down by the pitcher and rises, heading for the dance floor instead of remaining with the tv crowd.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue wipes at her fingertips with a napkin and goes for some french fries and another sip of her beer before chiming in. "Arrowhead Stadium is in Missouri, Kansas City Missouri... so the Chiefs are technically not a Kansas team." She told... anyone within ear shot... and then quickly followed it up with a big and heavy sigh, cause that a Carol-fact and not a Anna-Marie one.

After a headshake, Rogue just sipped her beer again and looked toward Scott as he'd talked. He was their team leader so she admired him a lot and was eager to hear him spill some secrets more than most others.

Polaris has posed:
"Fucker." Lorna huffs and shakes her head. "I should have. That's clever. If I go three for three in being ghosted maybe I'll join a goddamn convent." She says wryly and makes a face drinking her beer. "You've missed three rounds Scott. Should make you catch up to us first." She suggests and shakes her head a bit. Kurt gets an honest laugh from Lorna and she makes a face. "Thanks Kurt, I'll be sure to call you next time my zipper gets stuck." She teases back and sets her beer down, not about to let Betsy brave dancing by herself.

Cyclops has posed:
     Scott looks to Kurt and offers another smirk. "I surely hope none of you kill me." A joke, though rather grim.

  Looking back to Polaris, Scott gives a shrug, grabbing two more. "I...sometimes go in the Danger Room and load up an impervious version of the mansion, just so I can take these off and look around." A gesture to his glasses before he sends another shot down the hatch, and Scott seems to be a little more confident in letting his comrades in.

  A swift clack on the bar as the other shot glass is sent back to Harry.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Nein, Scott. I will not kill you. No one here wants to kill you." Kurt reaches for a shot glass. He regards Scott seriously. His head tilts to the side. "I will nt beging to know what it is like. But you are allowed to relax. I promises. Some with me and Piotr. We will show you a fun time, and make sure nothing bad happens. We can be trusted."

Colossus has posed:
It may be a little surprising just how deeply Piotr gets into the game, finding a spare stool to balance (precariously) on as he stares up at the screen. "Nyet, nyet, do not be going that way- toss it! No! Yes!"

And then, as if he's somewhat missed the rest of the discussion while being distracted with the game, and also probably some of the context, so that he purely thinks the whole thing is about underwear, he declares, quite abruptly: "I am also not wearing any when sleeping. If am having bad dream, is possible to be transforming without intention. This is not good for clothing, so is best not."

But this is pushed off as something of little consequence, and he looks between Kurt and Scott. "Why would any of us wish to do such a thing, comrade Scott?" And a nod. "I am here for you, and all of my good comrades, if you are ever needing anything. We are family, if strange one, da?"

Jubilee has posed:
The room's a little tilted. Jubilee looks around, brow furrowed, as she listens to the others. Talk of killing each other. Talk of ghosting. Talk of burning things. Talk of Kurt naked. Some things cannot be unseen. Especially if seen at a slant. Why is it slanted? Why is 'Arry leaning that way as he wipes down the bar? And what's keeping the wings from just sliding off the plate? She keeps quiet, just watching the others talk, taking in secrets that she would treasure forever, rather than give away. Even the bad ones.

Polaris has posed:
"Clearly I should get on this sleep in the buff band wagon." Lorna laughs as she dances. Listening to Scott, she nods, his secret understandable. "What about you Summers? You team pjs?" She asks and turns about a little enjoying the music.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins at all of them and she shakes her head. When her beer starts to get empty she reaches out for a shot and just nabs one, then tosses it back. "I once killed a man for hitting his wife in public!" She says the words all really quickly and then pops the shot glass back down onto the counter and sighs happily. "That hit the spot..." She quietly said, picking up another chicken wing and starting on it like she hadn't just admitted murder to everyone. Rogue glanced over at the dancing purple and green haired ones and it made her smile all big.

Psylocke has posed:
"Ten bucks he sleeps naked," Betsy throws in. Then she lowers her voice. "Or we hope he does." She continues dancing with Lorna, glancing back toward the table to see if she is going to win her bet or not. Or perhaps it's just for one of this visuals people are offering up as her eyes fall on Scott for a moment. She smirks and spins around in the dance, getting partially lost in the beat.

Cyclops has posed:
     "No, it's a Cain and Abel thing, Cain killed Abe..never mind." Looks like Scott also knows when to just let it go too.

  "I trust all of you. We..." Then a real question from Lorna. Along with the comment from Lorna before he almost turns as red as his glasses. "Under Armour." He says, trying to keep any more prying for now.

  "Last one, I put baseball cards on The Professor's wheelchair once and let Bobby take the blame." Last shot, down and on the bar. Scott's quite swimmy now, swaying just a bit before he sits on a stool.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Mein Gott, Scott. Your sleeping habits are the topic of conversation." He leans back. "I would be jealous..." His smile is impish and warm. He does not finish the thought. "That is funny with Herr Professor Xavier. I wish I had thought of that." He adds, "I am done drinking." he puts his last bit of beer aside. "I can get people home that way." he slants Rogue a little look. "Everyone is coming home, ja?"

Polaris has posed:
"Scott!" Lorna gasps, playing at being shocked. "Sorry Betsy, looks like team pjs has it's mascot." She grins and offers the man a high five. "Your brother suggested I hook up with Bobby the other day." She says dryly and picks up her shot glass. "Hmm. I don't think I really want to inherit Genosha, but I worry what mess my father would leave in his wake if I weren't there." She tells him and takes a shot. Chasing it with beer she has a little more waver to her step slipping back to Betsy and dancing.

Jubilee has posed:
"Ghosting, is that what you call it?" Jubilee sways slightly in her chair, looking both vacant and thoughtful at once. She takes the last shot within her reach and downs it, this time without so much as a flinch. "I got ghosted by the only guy I ever dated." She breathes a laugh. "If you could call it that. Frank Castle. Two weeks...then I walk in on him under uh...some chick." She sighs, leaning and trying to keep perpendicular to the slanted room. "I never saw him again." Her words are becoming more than a little slurred, her eyes dark and dilated.

Psylocke has posed:
"Everyone can drink as much as they want. I'll be the designated driver," Betsy offers from the floor. Although she's been drinking so that could be tricky, "Shadow 'ports for everybody!" With that, she pulls ten bucks out of her pocket and passes it over to Lorna for the lost bet. Then she continues her shimmy shaking on the floor as the next dance song blares out of the jukebox. "When people want to go, just let me know."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue took two more shots while the 'adults' were all talking and sharing secrets. She just listened in... this was great, she suddenly wished Ellie were here. "Seems like all of us have the worst relationships." She quietly uttered before glancing at the football game and then back over to Kurt. Rogue shook her head at him. "I came t'get some'a my stuff... but my room was locked. Logan has the keys... Been shacked up with this weird magician in Greenwich Village. He says he's gonna enroll me in NYU and is letting me stay in his weird funhouse. And... I actually don't think he plans to kill me or sexually abuse me. So its kind of like winnin' the lottery?"

Colossus has posed:
Piotr continues watching the game with a rather intense sort of focus. Logan may well have inducted him into a new passtime here. A new recruit for beers and couch-planting on Sundays when they're not saving the world. He's even grown a bit animated, gesturing along with his angry shouts (which are increasing steadily in their ratio of Russian to English as he becomes more agitated). Then, with a groan and a sigh, he sits back and takes a long drink.

Of course, he's only sort of vaguely tuned in on all the relationship gossip, as the stoic giant is a rare inclusion in various drama. "Am sorry to be hearing that," he does offer in consolation toward Jubilee. "Is disrespectful way to treat someone." He does also share a curious glance with Kurt at Rogue's intentions, and frowns a little at the answer she gives. "If it is what you need, to be away, we understand. But... that is sounding strange." Get it?

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I wish you would stay." Kurt answers softly. That was vulnerable, even for Kurt. "We love you. We want to be here for you. But... I understand that it might be painful." He clears his throat. "Just visit us? Call us? Do not forget about us? We love you." He points at Jubilee. "Same to you." He says it with some heat. "Family is family. No matter what." he pushes a hand through his hair. When did he become everyone's mom? He sighs, He calls to Betsy, "You can take me home whenever you want, leibchen!" He leans back a little and softly sighs.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna looks to Rogue and nods. "Take care of you. Not like Chuck'll close his doors to you." She offers. Granted, she's been splitting her time between countries so she's pretty relaxed about the graduate heading to college. She looks to Betsy, more inclined to writhe her arms over head as she moves her hips. "I don't know how anyone gets that low, my thighs would be screaming." She says.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would smile at Kurt and the others. "I'm not gonna be abandonin' anyone. I just... all'a Remy's stuff is there, all the stuff up here." She pointed at her head. "I got my memories'a him, and I got his'a me... and a buncha othe'ahs that are bouncin' around in there now. Its just... makin' me want to spread my wings a bit and do stuff that helps me separate from it all. Plus, if I stick around Xavier's I'll just end up in my room all day doin' no good for nobody." She smiled then at Lorna and Betsy. "Don't make me come out there 'nd show ya'll how its done."

Cyclops has posed:
     Scott raises a glass, continuing to finish the beer. "Water, Harry, please." He asks, went a little too far it seems.

  "Seriously, call me if you ever need anything." He offers to Rogue, huffing a little as he thought himself not so much a lightweight.

Psylocke has posed:
    As Betsy shifts, bringing her hips up and back in a sensual roll as she stands once more, she laughs at Lorna, "You're thighs would be fine. Although being able to kick something above your head helps. I'll start teaching you, if you want. Kicking, not getting that low when dancing." Important to make sure that's clear. As Lorna begins to move her hips more, Betsy slips in closer to her and begins following her motions. It's a thing girls do sometimes on the dance floor. A game of sorts to see just how close they can get without touching.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    The elf nods at his birth mother's adopted daughter. His nod is simple, quiet. "Of course. Just remember, that in this case, you can come home again? Ja? Even Scott says so." He winks at them both. His smile is warm as he softly sighs, and nods at harry. One for him as well, as he is driving. he watches the two dance, and then reaches for the last bit of his beer. "Unglaublich." he sighs.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna doesn't seem particularly shy. "I don't tend to lean on kicking anyone in a fight, but I could use the cardio, sure." She agrees and dances real close to Betsy. Green and purple, what a mix. At Rogue's threat she holds out a hand to the woman. "I'm all a quiver Roguest, lets see you shake it." She challenges with an easy smile.

Jubilee has posed:
Unable to make out Kurt's English from his German, Jubilee frowns a little at whatever he said to her so heatedly as he pointed at her. The flash of silver behind is collar, however, is a language she understands. He's been touching it all night. Maybe in hopes it will protect him from her. Probably. Maybe it's making her sick. Because she can't get drunk anymore, right? And something is definitely wrong. With a deep breath, conceding to whatever accusation he just hurled, or spell he cast. Or holy mojo that threatened to destroy her now, to protect him. No, he's not that selfish. It's meant to protect them all. "'m sorry," she murmers, and lays her head on the table.

Colossus has posed:
Piotr continues with his game-watching and his steady drinking, keeping a pace that, despite consuming some comparatively impressive amounts of drink, doesn't see him *too* overwhelmed by it. Though he *may* be spied getting just a little distracted by the dancing pair, because... well, obvious reasons. And 'his' team is losing the football game. Gotta cheer himself up somehow!

Still, conversation is mostly turned toward Rogue and her ongoing worries. "Is understandable, that sad memories are not something you wish to be close to. But being by yourself, it is hard to make new good ones. And I am thinking everyone here is happy to help you in that. So, as saying goes, do not be stranger. Da?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue grinned at Lorna's reacation and she slipped off of her barstool and walked out toward them, passing by Jubilee as she laid her head down, Rogue patted her on the back. "I won't tell nobody that ya can't handle your liquor, babydoll." She said to her Spatulafriend. She'd then move on to pass by both Scott and Piotr and to them she'd plant a kiss to each of their foreheads, cause her safety-bracelet was on and powered-up! "No strange'ah, sugah." She said at Piotr.

Then, she went to Polaris and Betsy to join in their fun dancing! "Crazy hair team, unite!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Someone else get her home?" Kurt clarifies, "To the mansion?" Kurt asks quietly. "I am wearing mein cross. She keeps looking at it. I buttoned up mein shirt to avoid hurting her." Kurt is really not going to stop wearing that.
    "ja, Rogue. Go show them how to dance." he agrees though. He casually adjusts his bar chair and smiles just a little. His sigh is soft at Jubilee. He settles his chin on his palm, elbow on the table and watches the ladies dance. If he had pupils they might be all dreamy. As it is, his amber eyes have a soft, warm glow.

Psylocke has posed:
With a laugh, Betsy backs up from the momentary closeness, giving plenty of room for Rogue to join their little group. If she is aware of the other teammates paying attention to them, it doesn't show. But she does slow and turn, focusing over at the young woman with her head down. "Jubilee, do you need me to take you?" And just like that, she's moving off the floor in case she needs to make good on her promise. "Are you alright?"

Cyclops has posed:
     Scott walks up, finishing the pint of water he was given, smiling to Rogue. "Good." He offers, before joining Piotr, keeping his gaze from staying too long on the three dancing. "Hey, Jubes...drink some water." He offers, looking to Harry offering her a glass.

Jubilee has posed:
"No 'm all right," Jubilee replies, lifting her head. "I think maybe I'm just kinda under the weather." She stands and makes her way slowly to the door. "Fresh air, that's the ticket." She politely declines the water and steps outside the door, putting some space between herself and that silver cross, so maybe she can start feeling better.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner frowns at Jubilee. He starts as if to follow her, then frowns a bit more and sits back down. His face is thoughtful. He watches Scott quietly. He does not return to watches the ladies, at least not yet. he sips his water pensively.

Polaris has posed:
Spinning Rogue in to dancing as Betsy taps out to check on Jubilee, Lorna laughs. "It's sorta nice to unhinge a little. No skirt suits or politics." She tells her young friend. She considers getting her beer for a moment. "Say, Kurt, be a dear and pass me my beer?" She wonders.

Colossus has posed:
A warm and friendly smile dawns, or at least remains on Piotr's face, as Rogue passes and gives him that quick peck on the forehead. He seems satisfied by the answer as well, that they're not losing her in any large sense. And then... Scott comes over and blocks his view. Which is perhaps what alerts him to the fact he was staring in the first place, as he starts to object and then realizes what exactly hes' objecting to. So it comes out sounding annoyed into quickly embarassed. "Hey get- er, ah. Hello. Friend Scott, how are you enjoying evening?"

Psylocke has posed:
Watching Jubilee head for the door, Betsy watches her with concern. Sometimes people need space. Or air. Maybe the alcohol was getting to her. She shrugs and heads back to the floor. She could've picked up Rogue's beer on the way by but where would the fun be in that. Instead, she rejoins the other ladies on the dance floor, hands going up above her head as she slips back into the rhythm.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee watches from outside as the boys watch the girls. She leans her forehead against the cool glass, and smiles faintly. Boys will be boys. The ground out here is more level. Or she is getting better. And she follows their longing gazes up toward the girls they're watching. Can't blame them. What guy wouldn't look?

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan has been sitting back, watching the show, enjoying the bews, and smiling the whole time. Pats win finally, 35-26, and the crowd was going wild. Piotr owes him 50 bucks, and Kurt, 10. "So. A nice night then." Logan grins, and nods to the remaining teammates. "Good times...we should do this more often?" Logan looks over at Harry, and nods. Wrapping things up were they?

Nightcrawler has posed:
    His chin goes back on his palm and Kurt looks at the table top. His finger traces on the bar top and Kurt is lost in thought. "Should I just give you mein money now, Herr Logan?" He casts his gaze to his older friend and spares him a slightly fanged smile. 'We should. I miss us being family. I know we are getting older, but that does not mean we cannot have fun, ja?" He pushes his right hand through his hair and gives a content, happy smile.

Cyclops has posed:
     Scott composes himself a bit before he straightens out. "Sorry Piotr, I'm fine...just should be getting back home."

  A quick flex of his neck before it pops twice, and he starts to make towards the exit, making sure Jubilee is alright before he heads home. Just a part of him was concerned he'd made a fool of himself in there. But he was happy to have spent time with each of them, he would need to make sure he wasn't so shut off to everyone in the future.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue tossed her hoodie off, she had a dark green tanktop on beneath it and was just grooving with Lorna on the dance floor, cause it was fun and her husband-to-be was killed! She was venting here! The little bit of alcohol she'd gotten to consume had helped take the edge off too so Rogue was just grinning at Lorna and moving to the music with her. Rogue glanced toward the front though and saw Jubilee's face. "I think she's sick, ya'll... She's just bein' bashful about it."