Owner	Pose
Jubilee	It's a nice, breezy, totally acceptably pleasant Spring day. Which is to say it is not a day where Jubilee has pestered, cajoled, and begged Ororo to make the weather unseasonably nice. But it's /seasonably/ nice, which means that Jubilee is out and about and generally causing a ruckus with the assistance of her speaker dock and cell phone. Throbbing bass practically shakes the basketball court and certainly fills the air with enough noise to draw anyone wandering about. The bass is actually loud enough to drown out the steady thump thump thump of the basketball the energetic woman is dribbling. And she is dressed to play, a cropped tanktop Jersey in pink with a white 92 on the chest, leaving her abs bare, and contrasting a pair of short yellow basket ball shorts, loose pink socks and stark white sneakers finish her look. And of /course/ those sneakers have blinking lights in the heels. And so Jubilation Lee, Queen of the Court waits for an opponent. Or just for someone to show up and ask what the damn racket is. She's got a good tennis joke for that.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau was on his way to the boat house, two large grocery bags in hand when he was passing by, amusement touching his features. "Careful chere, someone might get de impression dat yah lookin' foh someone ta play wit'. And Ah know yah not want Remy ta embaress yah like dat." He says playfully.
Logan	Logan hears that bumping bass beat. It gets loiuder and louder as he makes his way tot he court. Gambit may be making a point, but that's when Logan may either enforce her point or Gambit's point. The message is kind of mixed? Dressed in a pair of jaen shorts, and not much else, Logan stands there looking at the pair. "Don't know what kinda attention yer gonna get,' and it's hard to tell if he's being sarcastic since she's technically wearing more than him. Or if he's being serious because of well. . .age, Shaking his head,, "And will ya put on some decent music if yer gonna have it oon so loud!" he grumps and in his arms is a box, full of a bunch of freshly bone balls. Warmer weather will shift the sports from inside to the outside. Logan's making sure the school is ready for that one.
Rogue	Rogue comes out from the mansion by way of the back door, looking forward to enjoying the weather now that it's not so cold. Of course, even warm weather won't stop her from wearing her full body suit and gloves. Though she's gotten used to wearing normal clothing on top of that to actually try and not stand out amongst a crowd. Today's ensemble are daisy duke shorts and a tee shirt that reads 'In My Defense. I Was Left Unsupervised'. It's the music that draws her to the tennis courts, and the people there that convince her to stay. Sidling up to Logan's side she hip-bumps him. "Heya shugah, whatcha got there?" A glance to Remy, "Heya Swamp Rat." And then Jubilee gets a wave cause she's not even sure the woman can hear anything being said to her.
Jubilee	Jubilee snaps her head around and eyes Remy, only to realize she _forgot her sunglasses_ so she can't do that classic 'look over her glasses all serious' thing so she just huffs and rolls her eyes, doing a little back and forth dribbling, "Oh please! It's basketball. Street ball! I'm _hardcore_, cajun!!" That broad grin really does give away that she's just teasing only to look over to Logan where... gah! How'd he sneak up so easily? Oh, right, the music. She sighs out and rolls her eyes, giving the basketball a harder bounce to launch it up near her shoulder and hook it under her arm before she's bouncing her way over to the speaker dock to tap and swip and lower the volume to 'Sane' as Rogue arrives, "Heyyy! Rogue! You know I'm the /real/ queen of b-ball, right? Not Remy?" She pokes her lower lip out in a pout. She sighs and rolls her eyes at Logan... before she pulls up CCR on shuffle, "Sorry, this is as old as it gets, grumpy! I tried to pull up the 1812 Overture and my phone just started crying at me."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a bit and sets the grocerie bags he was carrying down on a small table and shakes his head slightly, "See Ah was gonna let yah go wit' jus' a warning, but now yah gotta go an' make it personal." He says with a smirk... And to be honest it's not gonna be remotely fair. The main facet of Remy's power is literally throwing things. Him and Hank played a shut out game agienst the Avengers.
Logan	Logan smirks at Rogue, "Darlin'. Nice top,' he holds back sarcasm for now. That message does make it easy to take a shot at Rogue. Though he won't. Then Jubilee is quick to get a few of her own quips of her own. "Who tried takin' the crown before ya had it?' Then comes the insult about his age and his music. Logan stares at Firecracker for a moment. "First. I ain't that old," he thinks. Still not one-hundred percent sure. "Second. Better than what ya listen to," even if he likes the song, Logan will still say that about her music choice. It's entirely about the principal now. Pulling out his phone, he starts up a song. It has, and probably still is, confused for the inuendo. At least it has a rhythm used at several sporting games throughout the State side. The beat begins wtih the likes of so many older rock songs used for this means. The innunedo doesn't ick up until the Chorus begins, but Billy Squire's "The Stroke" works out that way. "Got a bunch of balls Rogue n' a fiver on the Cajun," normally Jubilee would have his money. Not after that old comment. Looking back tot he pair, "Keep an eye on the kids and let me know what I'll miss," Logan walks off, with the music trailinb ehind him. Oh, he'll be back to watch the game.
Rogue	Rogue smiles at Logan first and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Nothing happens - which might come as a surprise to the others there - but there it is. "Why do you have a buncha balls, Logan?" Asking this with a raised brow before watching him walk away for the moment. Then she looks to Remy and Jubilee in that order and gives a little smirk. "Ain't no one taken her crown, she just likes to play the sympathy card." Eyes sparkling with humor in the moment. "This'll be fun to watch, and if Logan's got five on the Swamp Rat, I've got five on the Sparkler." She'll then shift to find a place to sit and goes through the motions of lighting up a cigarette.
Jubilee	Jubilee sighs and rolls her eyes... all bravado and confidence and definitely not at all worrying about how she's going to pay Rogue back. Because thankfully it's just five bucks, and Jubes has a real job with a paycheck and grades to assign and everything. Because Remy's got a lot going for him. Height. Reach advantage. Probably having played basketball before. But like, Jubilee has _looks_ going for her. That's gotta count for something. Jubilee gives the ball a bouncepass to Remy once he's ready and takes up her defensive posture in front of the net, grinning broad, "Oh please! I swear, you all are gettin' /soft/! This isn't even the base level of trash talk yet! You know y'all love it!"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit as she passes the ball to him and he smirks just a little bit, "Yah really gonna let Wolverine steal yah money chere?" He asks playfully dribbling the ball a few times then quickly moving foreword bouncing the ball between Jubilee's legs as he runs past her and draining it into the hoop with practically zero effort. "Ah'll let yah quit now if yah like petie.." He says playfully as he passes the ball back to her..."
Logan	Logan looks at Rogue. "Careful or i might ask ya to play someone just so I can seee. . .yer moves," then he winks and is off. The music for another song follows him as he moves back toward the court. By now the music has changed decades and s now playing Van Halen's "Jump," or it could be Logan trying to give someone strategy tips, especially if someone already has a distinct height advantage. Logan leans on the nearest spot he could, THEN turns down the music a little bit. He looks to Rogue, "So, does he have five points or ten?" he asks, it's his way of wondering what he missed while getting into Jubilee's head.
Rogue	Rogue rolls her eyes at Logan. "I could just play you and then you could see my...moves...up close and personal, love." Offering that back to him as she takes a drag off her cigarette. "Y'all playin' to point? Like ten points or somethin'?" She's not even sure of the rules so when Logan returns and asks the score she shrugs. "I dunno. Depends on what they're playin. Horse. One on one to ten. One on one to like, a hundred?" She laughs softly. "Should order some food.
Jubilee	Jubilee gasps indignantly, "Steal?! Oh, you're gonna be /earning Logan that money, cajun! You might have adopted the b-ball, but I was /born/ to it! Molded by it! I didn't watch a baseball game until I was a woman!" And with this dramatic declaration, cue Jubilee getting ricketyricketywreeeeckt, son! It's a ladder and some sad trombone music away from being the Harlem Globetrotters vs a Make a Wish kid. But Jubilee's still pretty chipper. She knows her shorts rock. That's the important thing. If you can't win, look good losin'.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau Smirks slightly at Logan as he passes the ball back to Jubilee, "Figure we play till eit'er she get so embaressed she quit, or Ah decide mah milk gonna go bad if Ah not get it in a fridge soon." He says casually smirking, apparently just enjoying handing out with friends...
Logan	"I'm Canadian. We don't specialize in Baskest Ball. We play Ringette, Hockey. Grab yer Ringette stick n' we can talk," Logan says softly. "You wanna talk Basketball. Take the Queen's crown," Logan's not afraid, it's just not his thing. He's going to be the most unskilled person on the court. . .next to Jubilee, that is. Even he has a small height advantage on her. Sky blue eyes look back to the court. 'Come on Cajun. Help me get that money!"
Rogue	"Honestly, I don't care too much 'bout sports. It's boring to me...except this game is kinda excitin' with the bit of trash talk. And maybe watching Remy get his ass kicked." Rogue offers this much and then flicks ashes and takes another drag off her cigarette. "Day like this makes me wanna go for a flight..."
Jubilee	Jubilee huffs and eyes Remy, and Logan, /both/ with such indignant rage! There's huffing, and stomping, and her hands balled into fists and she might be steaming out her ears. She catches the ball and goes for her own offensive drive with plenty of trash talk. 'cause it's a friendly game, and she knows she's not winning. But she also knows her /own/ score card is how much she can make Rogue smile. "Cajun, you better call it halftime and get your milk in the fridge... 'cause if the new game is how embarrassed I'm willing to be vs your milk? I'm winning." She looks over to Logan and stares deadpan, "Didn't a Canadian /invent/ Basketball?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau was never one to let someone else win. I mean sure he could let the young Asian girl have a point or two, what would be the harm? But instead his fast hands move to swipe the ball from her as she tries to get past him, spinning and jumping high to drop another basket with that easy smile. He smirks at Rogue and adds, "Gonna be a long wait if dats what yah 'oping foh chere... Milk definately go bad first.."
Logan	''N aMerican football came from Rugby. Rugby has an English inventor, but look at American Football bein' America's game," his sky blue eyes looking otward Firecracker. Then Logan looks at Rogue, "Eh, Firecracker's skilled, but thounk se's bein' outclasses here. Which is bad cause how much Class does the cajun have? It ain't much, but enough to shut down Jubilee,' Logan smirks as he takes the chance to take shots at each person on the court. He grins at the Southern Belle.
Rogue	Rogue shrugs. "None of it makes sense to me." Rogue admits and then puts out her finished cigarette. "Toss a ball around, put it through a hole, score points. It's basic but it's..." She holds off that last word then and makes to stand. "I think I'm goin' to go putz around in the kitchen and make sometin' ta eat. At least get a glass of tea. Then maybe go watch a movie or somethin'." Then she looks to Logan. "Might take a flight later, just so ya know." Then she shifts to walk around the bench she was sitting on and heads indoors.
Jubilee	Jubilee's not quite drenched in sweat, but after some fruitless attempts at offense, she bounces the ball to Remy with an impish grin, "Okay okay, you win. Please enjoy my self-worth and self-respect as I lend them to you for the night." Her tongue pokes out petulantly... to Logan, Remy, even Rogue just to be thorough. Or given how she's breathing heavily, maybe she's just too tired to pull it back in. She squates down by her speakers to cut the music off, swipe her phone to check for messages and looking up at Remy with another grin, "And food waste is bad! You oughta get those groceries away. Milk always tastes kinda weird if you let it get too warm."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks just a little bit, rolling the ball back towards Jubilee and picking up his grocery sacks. "Don' worry chere, yah weren' using it anyway." He says playfully and nodding to Rogue and Logan before heading towards the boat house. "Jus' so everyone know, would like ta get a friendly lil poker game goin' some time soon. If anyone interested Ah promise ta even let ot'er people deal.
Logan	Logan sticks his tongue out back at the woman. Then he smirks and feels something. He'll mouth three words to her and turn on a heel before heading off. "Proud of ya," because sometimes it takes a stronger person to admit when they're beaten. Yes, sometimes there is perservence. However, there are times when intelligence usuprs that. Logan feels this is one of those moments. "Jubes. You take em' up on the game, I'll spot ya. Maybe train ya before the game," he does try to smooth over the moment.
Rogue	Rogue is pretty much out of ear shot and at the mansion, slipping back inside and heading to the kitchen.
Jubilee	Jubilee sighs and rolls her eyes, stretching her arms above her head, lifting onto her very tip-toes in a slow, back arching stretch that doesn't quite have her bending backwards. And then she's scooping up her speaker setup and phone and whistling cheerily, "Well, just because I lost doesn't mean I can't go enjoy a victory lap in the showers! ...Well, not an actual lap. I don't think my ego could take losing /and/ falling on my butt..." She heaves out a sigh. One day. One day she will reestablish her reign on the B-Ball court. But for now Jubilee is sprinting off into the mansion to wash away her defeat. But next time? Next time...!