Owner	Pose
Rogue	Staying behind and having drinks and conversation with Sinister in a bar can lead into a few directions. In this case, Rogue didn't stop drinking until she started to feel the alcohol and then the company she was keeping had to remove themselves. She didn't drive herself there (thankfully) but flying while intoxicated can have...issues. Thusly, once back at the mansion a few hours later, there's a *thunk* against Logan's window. It happens again. And again. Before there's a more audible *k-thunk!* and the sound of a very feminine giggle.
Logan	Logan goes to the window and tries to find her. "Can't hold that much beer?" hea sks just looking for her, ready to pull her nside if need be. Although, she might be amusingly honest right now. "You okay darlin?" he nows that's probably a "No" for an answer. Ocean blue eyes watch her intently.
Rogue	"Peachy keen, jelly bean!" Rogue offers, slightly slumped over with only her head lifted up and a shit-eating grin on her face. "Also, I didn't drink beer. I drank gin. And raspberry liquor. Mixed together. It was delishous..." She tries to fly in but then thumps against the side of the window and holds against it. "I need help inside..."
Logan	Logan leans out of the window, while staying mostly inside. "C'mon," and he holds his arms open fro her. He waits for her to fly to his arms and tries to pull her inside. "I'll hold yer hair up." Ocean blue eyes looking toward her drectly.
Rogue	"Oh I ain't gonna be sick, love..." Rogue offers. "I just couldn't get in thru the winder..." Her accent is MUCH thicker when she's drunk. "I needed to come home and see your pretty face...I love you so much..."
Logan	"Yep. Yer drunk," and he notces the accent. She speaks more openly. "I should find ya some bread or somethiin'. Try not to fly," he says firmly toward her. His ocean blue eyes focus on her. His gaze locked on her for a moment.
Rogue	"Nooooo flyin. Nope. I'm home now..." Rogue says as she sort of wobbles over to the bed and flops into it. "Ooooh... this feels niiiiiice...." A pause. "Bread. Ice cream. Water. Two tylenol. In that order. Or somethin' like that.....and you. I want you too... at some point..."
Logan	"Yep. Drunk," Logan says and looks at her. "Stay," and then he will slip out to get the bread, water and tylenol. The ice cream will come later. The bread is buttered and lightly toasted, three silences just in case. A decent sized glass of water and two tylenol extra strength. Logan comes back afte ra good ten minutes. He looks to see where Rogue is at this moment.
Rogue	Rogue has flopped over onto her back, the lights in the room have been dimmed and she just lays there waiting. Still clothed. No having gotten sick. "You know, what I could do, is borrow some of your powers...that'd get me sober...real quick..." She shifts to sit up a little and then giggles. "Oooh, I need to not have as many of those gin and raspberry drinks next time..."
Logan	"You could, but would that teach ya a lesson?" he asks her openly and honestly. His gaze stays on her for a moment. A brow shoots up and he hands her the bred and water. He'll keep the tylenol in his grasp. Ocean blue eyes stay on her making sur eshe eats and drinks.
Rogue	Rogue blinks, smiles, then shakes her head and takes the toast. She gobbles down the first piece and half the second before grabbing the water to chug some of it down. "No. It wouldn't. Mmn... I think having a mutated genome kinda messes with alcohol anyway..." She finishes the toast then and holds out her hand. "Tylenol please? I don't wanna wake up tomorrow with a headache."
Logan	The tylenol comes next and he will hand that to her. "I think ya didn't know how strong yer drinks were," Logan retorts, but there's a small smirk on his face. And he will just wait to see that she takes tylenol. And what will happen with a little bread in her system.
Rogue	Rogue takes the tylenol with a sip of water, finishes the bread and then the water is last to be done with. "Yeah. They didn't taste strong at all. I think next time I'll have to make sure I get them less strong somehow. Can you ask a bartender to lighten up on the liquor?" She asks this and then shrugs before laying back again.
Logan	"That's when they make em' good," Logan says and that's what he heard. t kind of doesn't apply to him at the moment. "I can try to ask him, but ya may need to ask him to make it less hard," he shrugs and will try. It's just the way the drink is normally made. Kind of like ordering a pizza, she could ask for an ingredient to be lessened.