9020/Kumbaya

Kumbaya
Date of Scene:	31 August 2019
Location:	Campsites - Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	Rogue and Logan discuss life, the universe, and drowning in fish tanks.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Wolverine

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Rogue has posed:
Its a Friday night at Xavier's School and Rogue was asked to go camping by some of the seniors. She was really only asked to go camping because they thought she was over 21 and that she'd buy them beer, and they'd also been told if they wanted to camp they needed to take a faculty member with them... so naturally they thought of her, because she has a reputation of being a bit of a wild child.

Rogue had ended up NOT buying them booze, but they'd gotten a hold of some anyway. She said she wouldn't stop them from drinking out here so long as it was not glass bottles, and so long as they didn't leave the campgrounds.

Now though, the two High School aged coups were down by the lake, while Rogue was still just sitting at the fire that they'd got going. The lake being down a grassy hill and about fifty yards to the east.

Rogue is just seated by the fire with a can of beer in her hand, her hooeie on, with the hood up, her white and brown hair trailing out the sides of the dark green hood, and eyes on the fire. Beside her, Rogue's phone is playing some soft music. She seems to just be relaxed and lost in her own thoughts.

Wolverine has posed:
"If you little bastards leave so much as a ring tab that I gotta clean up, I'm gonna rip off yer he-" Logan is already growling as he stomps down the packed-earth pathway from the cabin, wearing only a white t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of workman's boots. He looks ready to spit fury, but when he spots Rogue his expression softens immediately.

"Oh, it's jus' you - evenin'."

It's as though he wasn't threatening to decapitate high school students a mere moment before. He wanders into the campsite, hands shoved in his pocket, and takes a seat because as far as he's concerned this is all like his front yard. He stares pointedly at the beer in Rogue's hand for a moment before clearing his throat noisily.

Rogue has posed:
When Logan appears in a haze of near threats, Rogue just sits up a little higher and straighter and then grins at what he's about to say. "Start talkion' like that and you're gonna shoot up my list'a favorite teacher's around here, Mistah Logan." She says in that sultry and sassy voice of hers, how a 20 year girl got such a voice is wonder of genetic dice rolling.

She glanced out to the water where the kids were and then looked back to Logan and raised the can in her hand up, the waved it back and forth a bit. "Its the last one. They could only get a six pack outta anyone. And I had two of'em." She says with a slight grin." She then tips her chin up to a trash back on the ground by one of the tents.

"The rest are in there." She then says before she slowly leans forward again to put her elbows onto her knees, now just staring over the fire at Logan. "What are you out'n'about for t'night?" She asks of him now in a slower tone of her husky voice.

Wolverine has posed:
"I live up here," Logan responds, his features growing a little sullen when there's no beer to be had, "An' when you can hear people whisperin' a half mile away, an' smell a pie coolin' on the window sill from the next town over? It's kinda hard to ignore horny teenagers makin' out on yer front lawn. Figured I'd come scare 'em off or at least put the fear a' God in 'em."

He leans forward on his elbows, knitting his fingers together and fixing his blue stare on Rogue. There's silence for a moment, content to just sit there and watch her without a word. When he does speak, his whole posture changes - he leans back on the palms of his hands, his head rolls loosely on his shoulders.

"Y'heard about the teacher thing? Didn't see you applyin' to be my T.A., though."

He lifts a hand and smacks it palm-flat against his chest with a mock wince, "Broke my heart."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue doesn't shy away from stares, even Logan's. He'll know one thing about her for sure and thats that her confidence is through the roof, bordering on an out of control ego about her own self abilities... the life she's lead up to now having giving her that kind of belief in herself. Avengers and all.

She does look away when he speaks about the T.A. position, she looks away and cracks a grin with the firelight illuminating the side of her face while the other half is bathed in the dark of night around the campsite.

"I'm Storm's TA." She says then as she looks back past the fire to him. "She's nice t'me, helps me out. If I was your TA?" She tilts her head gently to the side. "I bet you'd make me do everything while you sat back and worried about your fantasy football roster." She grins then and raises her drink up for a sip of it.

After she sips it, she lowers it and waggles it again teasingly over at him. "Want the rest?" She asks, "Its only a few sips in."

Wolverine has posed:
"I don't even watch football!"

Logan waves a dismissive paw through the air, shaking his head but grinning all the same, "Now, my fantasy hockey roster? Sure, that requires some thinkin' and strategizin' ... y'could teach the kids about breakin' shit while I do that."

When she offers the can he rises to his feet, trudging over and reaching out to take it if she doesn't spirit it away before he can. He plops down on the log next to her, nodding his head appreciatively.

"I'm glad t'hear she's bein' good t'you, kid. An' glad t'see you back here, too. When you went off to the Avengers? I figured that was the end a' that. Only times I'd ever see you would be on the news after kickin' some alien invasion's ass or somesuch. Sorry that didn't work out ... but glad yer back."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue doesn't shy the beer away from his hand, she lets him have it, its even still marginally cold too. When he sits down she just grins at him and turns to place her slim pointed chin onto her shoulder on that side to watch him. "Hockey, eh?" She says. "Mais les Canadiens gagneront-ils un jour une coupe à nouveau?" She asks in flawless French, speaking on if the Montreal Canadiens will ever win a cup again.

She then flashed Logan another smile and looked back to the fire, to put her pale green eyed gaze onto the orange flickering flames. "I absorbed someone who knew a lot about hockey. I've never known what t'do with that information other than gawk at how brutal the sport is." She glances back to him and grins again, her youthful face lighting up once more. "I like that part of it most."

With an inhale though, Rogue glances back to the lake, but the kids are just dow nthere smoking cigarettes and laughing so she looks back to the fire. "Avengers weren't for me. I didn't feel like I fit in there. I felt like I could do a lot with'em, but like they weren't sure what t'do with me afterward like 'Good job, Rogue, now... see ya next fight.' Probably just my imagination though. I got a bit've a 'I'm not wanted' paranoia deep rooted inside'a this crazy head'a mine."

Wolverine has posed:
"Vive les Flammes," Logan offers back in a haughty tone, his own French rough around the edges but intelligible nonetheless, "It's gotten a little softer than I remember it ever bein', but it's still my game a' choice. I'll take you to a game sometime. Everyone's rugged up, y'don't hafta worry about bumpin' skin with some unsuspectin' sap and endin' up with a taste for early eighties arthouse cinema or somethin'."

He lifts the beer can to his lips, downing the remnants of it in one gulp and then crushing the can into a flat metal disc with his palms. That done, he tosses it like a miniature frisby across the campsite towards the trash bag where it doesn't go in but lands close enough to it. He shrugs.

"I know that feelin'," he admits, "Like they call you out when they needta beat the hell outta somethin', but yer not exactly gonna be talkin' at the press conference when it's all said an' done?"

Rogue has posed:
"The Flames..." Rogue says softly at him as he speaks of that team. "I like their jersey. The fiery C with the black core interior. Its mucha sexy." She watches him toss the beer can and just grins over at him softly again. "I'd love t'go t'a game. My dad is a big St. Louis sports fan. Cardinals mainly... but he took me t'a Blues game once when I was like four. I can remember sittin' on his shoulders and clappin' as the zaomboni drove by. Which was my favorite part'a the game back then."

She looks back to Logan then and draws in a light breath. She stares at him as he speaks of her disassociation with the Avengers and it gets a few quick and small nods. "Yeah. They don't need me anyhow... They got Wonder Woman down the street from their place if they need a heavy hitter and Thor ain't about." She shows a little upbeat grin and casts her eryes forward onto the flickering fire again.

"I'm glad you're here now." She then says to him as she adjusts her feet in the dirt beneath her shoes and looks down at them. "You seemed t'be all over the place the past couple years, and, well... ya make this place safer. So I'm glad you're here." She glances back up and over at him then. "A lotta the kids look up'ta ya." She then adds softly. "Guessin' its your gruff exterior and manly-mandude charm!" And there's the teasing, her usual!

Wolverine has posed:
"Oh, I love the zamboni," Logan says earnestly, nodding his head for emphasis, "I drove over some asshole in one, once. Somewhere up north. Showed up wantin' somethin' - don't remember what - we ended up disagreein', an' I squashed him."

The whole angle of cute baby Rogue cheering for the funny looking car soiled just a little by the notion that somewhere, someone lays in their grave because Logan ran them over in that same funny looking car. But he waves a hand. He's done bad things, and he doesn't linger on them all that much. Hell, he isn't even sure that memory is real.

"Took a long time t' work some things out," he admits, staring into the fire thoughtfully, "Couldn't quite un'erstand that survivin' don't mean much if nobody else survives with you. Never gonna be a people person, but least I can do is try an' be here. Threats a' decapitation not withstandin'."

He turns to look at her for a moment, thoughtful and silent, and then asks: "How're you, though? Yer glad to see me back, I'm glad t' be back. But what about Anna-Marie? Where's she at when she's not chaperonin' idiot high schoolers in the woods?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just laughs softly at the story about the zamboni squishing. Not entirely sure if its true or not, but the thought is amusing to her all the same. She just shakes her head to the thought though and then glances back to him as he asks that next question of her.

She's the one shrugging now, inside of her hoodie that is zipped up to mid-chest level over a pale powder blue teeshirt on underneath it. "Wherever I wanna be, I guess. Still pluckin' away at college. Can almost taste that teachin' degree, its gonna... gonna make me feel more validated, like I've accomplished somethin' in life that didn't require me usin' abilities that I stole from Captain Marvel."

This gets a smirk from the girl as she shifts a bit on the log that they both occupy and she bites down on her bottom lip for a moment before continuing. "Dumped that doofus I was datin' finally, got sick of his mood swings and personality shiftin'. Pretty sure all he ever did was lie at me too. Ever since... well... what happened in Paris. But yeah, so now I'm free flyin' on my own accord. Bouncin, wherever it is I wanna bounce." She says over to Logan with a grin. Its a flirty comment, no lies there, but Rogue is an expert flirt and doesn't ever shy away from a chance to do it, with pretty much everyone.

Wolverine has posed:
"Y'gotta finish that degree," Logan agrees, as though he has any insights into formal education at all - he's teaching and the X-Men aren't even sure school was invented yet during his formative years, "Y'think you'll teach here when yer done? I know they'd love t'have you. Genuine product a' the Xavier School, teachin' the next generation a' weirdos to put their best foot, flipper, or fin forward."

He jokes, but there's something in his tone that suggests genuine pride. Whether it be in Rogue or the school itself - or both - it is unclear and he doesn't explain it any further. Her words about dumping the doofus raise his eyebrows, and he looks away from the fire to stare at her over the swell of his shoulder.

"Bouncin' wherever you wanna bounce ... and y'bounced within' shoutin' distance a' my place. That /intentional/ bouncin', Rogue?"

Rogue has posed:
"All the bouncin' I do is entirely and completely intentional, sugah..." Rogue responds to him then with a big playful grin shown then before she places her hands over her knees and and looks back to the fire. She sits up straight then, her hands go up and she pushes the hood back off of her head to let it lay back behind her shoulders. Her hands then sweep her hair back behind her ears on either sides of her face, the white bangs nicely tucked back now, like slopes of pure white snow draping down her form.

"And yeah, I totally wanna teach here." She then picks up to his previous question. "I love it here." She says there after, letting her eyes go up and roam around the lake and forest. "I've been a lotta places, but this is the only one that I dunno, sings t'my soul."

Another grin is shot over to him. "Sappy stuff, I know. Try not'n dump that beer ya just downed all over the fire, its supposed t'get down inta the fifties t'night. These poor kids might freeze in that kinda weather. How about you? You're a big shot teacher now, and ya got your fancy lil' cabin out here in the woods... ya got it made in the shade, Mistah..."

Wolverine has posed:
Logan's eyes linger on her for a long moment. The few loose strands of black hair hanging over his forehead, the wild-man haircut that can never really change no matter how much he cuts it. His head shifts to the side, wheels turning behind his eyes. When she begins to talk about teaching, he straightens up a little more and nods his head.

"Teachin's in part fer Laura, an' in part fer me. Kid like her needs teachers who un'erstand what she's goin' through jus' as much as she needs compassionate sorts who can sympathize with her. I haven't been the best father, but I plan t' start fixin' that. Not t' mention it gives me more t' do than just skulk 'round the woods"

He raises his eyebrows at the mention of the temperature, his lower lip jutting out, "Well, if y'don't feel like freezin' yer ass off out here, my cabins jus' up through there. Plenty warm, if y'feel like bouncin' up that way."

Rogue has posed:
A gentle nod is given to the talk about Laura. "I haven't ever had much've a chance t'get t'know her. She never seemed even remotely interested in a chat, so I've kinda just kept my distance from that one. Certainly would like t'know her more, but... yeah... lotta kids around here t'get t'know, more this year than the last even!"

At his offer she glances over to the lake where the high schoolers are still down there laughing and doing their teenager thing in this brand new school year and Rogue just smirks and glances back to Logan. "I'm not against it. I think I was only invited here cause they needed t'ask someone. I didn't realize that they were all in their little 'love connections' and there'in I'd be the borin' one left here by the campfire." She laughs softly then and looks back to Logan.

"You got any more booze up there in your creepy Logan Vorhes cabin?" She asks the Breakstone Lake Slasher.

Wolverine has posed:
"Whadda /you/ think?" Logan answers her question about booze, a laugh rumbling through him as he rises to his feet slowly from the log, "That's about all I got. Friend a' mine came through a few nights back an' we bought some snacks, though. So now it's a few bags a' chips an' a whole mess a beer n' whisky."

He stands by the fire, looking down towards the lake and the kids doing whatever it is they do for entertainment. It's like he's so far removed from them he might as well be studying an alien through the world's most powerful telescope. When his attention turns back to Rogue, he jerks his head back over his shoulder.

"Come on," he says, "they ain't gonna get up to much trouble down there. An' I feel like you could use the break yerself before the semester kicks in t' full gear. Sound good?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins at his initial question to her and she shakes her head lightly side to side. "Sometimes, I can never tell what t'think. Other times its best if I don't share what I'm thinkin'." She teases back to the woodsman before she stands up then and turns to get her backpack she'd brought with her. She raises it up to hook it over her shoulder.

As she turns back to him she glances back at the kids at the lake. "They're probably gonna wind down soon anyway... who knows." She flashes a grin to Logan then and steps over to follow him. "Its been awhile since I been t'your place. Last time I was there, I think you weren't even there. I brought ya some food from the school, but I had t'leave it on your table. Then like, a buncha people showed up outta no where and we talked on your porch for awhile before I made them all shoo and we left."

As they walk along though she's quick to add in a mutter. "Thats not a very compellin' story, now that I say it out loud..."

Wolverine has posed:
"Sounds like a story for the ages," Logan argues, "Girl meets cabin, girl breaks an' enters, girl steals off like a thief in the night. Hollywood's callin' you, darlin'."

The Canuck has nothing of his own to gather up, so instead he shoves his hands in his pockets and walks along besides Rogue - keeping pace with her. As they pass the 'No Visitors' sign on the path he gives it a careful stare, as though insisting it be more obvious and somehow fulfil its remit with more gusto than a sign is usual capable of.

"Sorry y'missed me though," he adds truthfully, wandering up the path to where the cabin can now be seen through the trees, "Feel like there's a lotta that goin' around. Missin' each other. Fixin' t' change that."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins over at them as they pass that sign that seems to have little to no power what so ever... though it probably does work on the middle schoolers. "Oh come off it." She tells him back. "Its not break'n'enterin' if you're leavin' food in the person's house. Nobody's gonna say 'Hey get outta my place, but totally thanks for that sweet casserole. Or maybe they would. I dunno..."

She looks up then as she sees the cabin up ahead and her gloved hand adjusts the backpack on her shoulder by its strap while her eyes cast back over to him. "Yeah? You gonna start draggin' people outta their lil' holes t'get them t'interact more? Feels like a big job." She exhales over dramatically then. "I'm here t'help ya with it if ya need it though, big fella..." And she reaches over with her left hand to pat him affectionately on the back as they walk, because she's just silly that kind of way.

"We should start with the weakest one first. That way they'll be bawlin' and cryin' on the lawn when we get the powerful ones out. It'll send strong implications'a just how serious we are." And these semi-creepy words from the Southern Belle are punctuated with a bit happy smle from her, showing off those pearly perfect teeth of hers.

Wolverine has posed:
"You woulda been great back when I ran black ops," Logan tells her with an affectionate smile, "Makin' examples a' the enemy t' get what we wanted. Psychological warfare is what they called it eventually - y'can apply the same practice against pretty much anythin', doesn't all have to be war an' killin'." He tacks his own creepy thing to say on top of hers, because that's just how they be.

As they reach the cabin, Logan strides ahead to open the door. It's lit by lanterns at the moment, and he moves to the cupboard to fetch a bottle of whisky from what looks to be a whole row of them. He doesn't shop for food, but that doesn't mean he doesn't shop. He emerges from the cabin again as Rogue arrives, unscrewing the top and handing it to her.

"I can't say I'm the most sociable person," he admits, "But you help me, I'll help you. Now, start gettin' drunk."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just lightly laughs at his creepy add-on to their conversation but otherwise just comes to rest outside of his cabin on the porch. When he goes inside she looks around the place before she steps up to one of the lanterns and watches a moth as it flies around the light, running into it over and over. "Silly moth..." She whispers to it quietly.

But when Logan re-emerges she turns to him and looks to the popped top on the booze, then hears his order and she--with a super serious facial expression--raises a hand up to give the man a salute. Then she reaches for the bottle. "Sir yes sir." She says in a more flirty, and less serious way before she raises it up to her lips to tip it back and take a swig of the contents.

A moment later and she's lowering it, trying not to be demolished by the taste of that liquor and holding it fairly well, but eventually her free hand has to come up to touch the back of gloved fingers to the underside of her little pert nose.

"So good!" She says then, with her green eyes watering and her head shaking back and forth. She's young, and wild, but still very inexperienced at some things.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan can't help but throw his head back and laugh at Rogue's reaction. For all the tough exterior and the confidence, even he looks at her like someone who has been everywhere and done it all. It's easy to forget that isn't the case, and his laugh is less mockery and more quiet gratitude that she hasn't been ground down and jaded just yet.

"I've got beer in there if y'wanna take it a little easier," Logan offers her, watching her incredulously with the bottle, "As much as the idea of havin' you staggerin' drunk around the cabin is, I don't get hangovers an' I don't wanna inflict 'em on anyone else. Well - not /big/ ones, anyway."

He settles down on the porch, folding his arms across his raised knees and looking up at her.

"Sorry t'hear you broke up with the Cajun," he offers quietly, "Rough time. But you got a lot goin' for you. You'll bounce back an' soon."

Rogue has posed:
She doesn't give up that easily, nope. Rogue just smirks at him as he settles in on the porch and she just leans back against one of the porch support beams behind her and right across from him, keeping the bottle he'd given her. She takes another swig from it, and handles it better this time... she's stubborn and the look on her face as she stares at him proves it, since she's trying to prove to HIM that she's not just a kid and can take it.

She then grins after a moment. Her shoulders shrug inside of that hoodie and teeshirt she's wearing and she glances to the east in the general direction of the school. "He... stopped bein' the guy that I liked, and turned inta someone else. Basically." She glances back to Logan then and down at her feet where she shuffles her weight side to side before she looks back up at him.

She shows a faint grin then. "I'm over it. I'm livin' the single life now. No attachments. Just fun. Thats my game now, I'm too young t'get hung up on one person anyhow. I need t'live before its too late, ya know?" She takes another sip from the bottle then. "Try'n cram in as much livin' as I can before I'm an unlikeable old hag..."

Wolverine has posed:
"Old? Sure, yer gonna get old," Logan offers, "Most everyone does. Hag? That's up to you. I'm bettin' you'll keep it tight even into yer sunset years. Unlikable? That jus' ain't a fuckin' possibility. Yer 'bout a likable as they come, darlin'."

He holds off on getting a drink for himself, instead he simply leans back on the palms of his hands and looks off at the night sky through the crisscrossing branches of the forest canopy.

"No attachments. Just fun." He repeats her words almost to himself, mulling them over, "Y'know, that's pretty much how I lived my life as long as I can remember. Sure, got attached here n' there but never for very long. So, if yer lookin' for validation? You got it. Live fast, kid. Yer in a dangerous line a' work and y'ain't gettin' anywhere fussin' over some sunuvabitch who don't treat you right."

Rogue has posed:
The compliments that he affords her there are well received and they make her smile nice and big. She doesn't deal well with honest to God compliments, not always anyway, sometimes they seem to be pretty foreign to her when they're said from the heart rather than just casual bullshit banter in a bar. So she just takes the compliments and glances away from him fore a moment before she takes another swig from the bottle and sweeps her eyes back over to him.

"Didn't ya hear, Logan?" She says back to him in a more sultry sort've way with her stare a bit more suggestive. Slowly her head shakes back and forth and her white bangs wave against the sides of her face. "I'm invincible. Nothins' gonna take me down but time. No pain, nothing." A slow grin appears on her lips then and she eventually breaks her stare and glances down again.

"Unless I drown, I guess. I think I need air t'live, but.. admittedly, I haven't tested that out t'find out." She glances up at him. "Ya got a fish tank inside? Maybe I can dunk my head in it for awhile." She grins at him again then as she takes another big drink from the booze. Apparently she's about to get super drunk out here on this calm cool Friday night.

Wolverine has posed:
"Take it from me," Logan explains, shaking his head, "Drownin's one a' the ways. You've seen me. Stabbed. Shot. Blown up. Mauled by a ravenous fuckin' monster? Always bounce back. But water? Drownin'? That'd be the game fer me, I think. Metal skeleton. Sink straight t' the bottom. Healin' factor can't heal a lack a' oxygen. So let's both you n' me stay well away from the water, huh?"

He can't help but smile wide as she takes another drink of the whisky. It's not so much a case of he wants her to get drunk, as it is a case of wanting to see her without a care. The X-Men put a lot on the shoulders of people who are otherwise young and should be enjoying life. Logan can see that sometimes.

"No fish tank," he admits, "Got a bathtub, though."

Rogue has posed:
Drunk Rogue is a lot like sober Rogue, except... amplified. She just grins at the bathtub part and shakes her head side to side. "If I find a rubbah ducky in there beside your tub, Logan... my whole world view on your is gonna shift completely from where it is right now." She teases the older man. Another big gulp of the bottle is had and the Belle pops it out of her lips and glances away again to the side as she hears a sound off in the distance, something moving around in the woods.

"I love it out here." She says then quietly as she looks back to him. "Its so peaceful and... cozy." She grins lightly. "But yeah, I'll make sure t'get ya outta the water if ya fall in, and vice versa please, thank you."

She then tips the bottle forward to offer him a drink of his own booze if he wants it. She grins at him as she leans forward, a sassy look on her face as she waggles the bottle around gently causing the booze to slosh about inside it. "See, I can take it..."

Wolverine has posed:
"We got a deal then," Logan leans back again, nodding his head and letting it loll back on his shoulders, "A pact. Either of us falls in the water, the other one fishes 'em out. I like yer chances better n' mind since you can fly, but I promise a metal skeleton ain't gonna keep me from followin' you into the drink if you go in."

He likes drunk Rogue. She's enjoying herself, and he's enjoying her. When she offers him the bottle again, he reaches out to take it. His fingertips brush across the back of her gloved hand as he reaches for it, shifting to grab the bottle itself and bring it immediately to his mouth for a drink. He takes a quick gulp, features creasing a little as it burns the way down. Satisfied, he holds it back out for her to take again.

"Yeah," he agrees, looking her over in one slow, fluid motion, "You certainly can."

Rogue has posed:
While he has the bottle, Rogue's hands go back behind her and she leans back on the wooden beam behind her and just watches him chug the bottle like and old pro. His follow up words as he hands it back to her make her grin at him, as does the look that she takes note of. "Why Mistah Logan, whatever do ya mean?" She asks him then as she leans forward again to take the bottle back from him and steps forward off of the wooden beam behind her, now standing in front of him.

"Ya know what the worst part'a bein' me is?" She then asks him, the liquor effecting her mind enough now to make her just put a hand on her hip while the bottle is raised up for another drink in front of him. She then shakes her head and looks back down at him. "Watchin' all the people shy away from me, soon as they find out what touchin' me will do to'em. I mean, this probably ain't a big surprise for me t'lay this lament about life out there, but... yeah... I try'n pretend like it doesn't bother me... but." She draws in a breath then.

"People always pairin' off around here, but... not for me. I just go back t'my room, and... whatever, alone." The 'Trouble' side of her starts to come out the more she drinks too!

Wolverine has posed:
"Darlin'," Logan begins, his voice raspy in his throat as it catches on something, "I hope I ain't outta line t' say this but touchin'? That's jus' one part a' things. That don't seem t' me t' be a reason for anyone t' shy away from you. Least not anyone with a bit a' creativity."

He may not be drunk. He doesn't really /get/ drunk without a great deal of effort. But he's not shy of who or what he is. He doesn't beat around the bush, nor does he quibble about the propriety of things. Instead, he simply looks her up and down from where he's sitting and then rises to his feet. He gets close, not close enough to touch but close enough that the warmth that seems to emanate from him like a furnace can be felt even through protective layers.

"I ain't the pairin' off sort," he tells her flatly, "An' /you're/ free an' single lookin' fer fun without attachments."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue remains right where she is as he stands up and she just raises her eyes to look up at the taller man. She grins up at him and then takes another swig from the bottle, having to turn her head just a little to the side to do so since he was right up in front of her now. As she looks back to him, she dips her head in a light nod to him and then tips the bottle forward to dab its long neck against the front of his chest.

"Creativity goes a long way." She acknowledges the Canuck. "I mean, without creativity, what would we even have in this life? Say goodbye t'beer can hats, or shoes with lights in them." And then she's just grinning up at him again and swaying her hips back and forth a little. "No attachments is my new life's motto. That, and... hide when they're lookin' for people t'clean up after dinner."

Rogue then reaches up to pat her free hand on his chest, her gloved fingers tapping gently on his strong form. "How creative are you, Mistah Logan?" She then asks, the sassy stare back on her visage.

Wolverine has posed:
When Rogue finishes with the bottle, Logan reaches out to take it for himself. Another gulping mouthful, another sharp sigh as it burns its way down. He holds the bottle in one hand, as though it were some totem needed to speak in this place.

"So far as creativity goes," he leans forward just slightly, her hand feeling the pressure of him as she rests it against his chest, "Well, I came up with the Fastball Special. Takes a bit a' lateral thinkin' to reason out bein' thrown at someone as a weapon."

He tilts his head slightly to one side, holding out the bottle so she can take it from him.

"Come inside." It's less a question than an imperative, though he makes no effort to encourage her one way or another. The canoodlin' kids down by the lake will be fine, probably grateful to have some time away from their chaperone.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's dark eyebrows raise up as he takes a drink and lets that exhale out, she then grins at him and takes it back from him. "I like the kick it gives, its growin' on me." She says quietly with regard to his booze and when he offers her to come inside she adjusts the backpack on her shoulder and sweeps some of her white and brown hair back behind her wear with her free hand.

The southern girl then does as he directs and follows him on inside the cabin, giving another glance to the peaceful night time forest around them before she'll stride on inside the cozy little cabin cottage.