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Logan	A few hours and some ago the faculty from Xavier's had guffawed and laughed it up in Harry's, bringing some life to the normally sleepy bar. The locals had a long time ago gotten used to the lively people from that strange private school, but the vibe for the saloon definitely shifted when they weren't around.     Wolverine, though, when he enters the place... he doesn't change the vibe at all. Maybe, at the most, a slight tension in the air. But nothing like... ugh, laughter. Or even cheerful conversation. Usually he shows up, does his drinking, pays, leaves.     Perfect customer.     And tonight likely would have been no different as he sidled up to the bar, slapped down some bills on the surface of it, took the bottle of whiskey and his glass... and headed off towards the corner booth where he embraces seclusion.     For him, it was a perfect way to unwind.
Rogue	Rogue had already been in the bar when Logan had arrived. She'd been back in in the pool table area and she'd been with a few friends. She'd seen him come in and watched him move to a booth. Rogue has been coming here more often now because Harry is letting her drink. Either the older man finds her attractive and likes to let her make the bar that much prettier, or... well, thats likely it! With another swig taken off of the bottle she's holding in her right hand, she separates herself from her friend at the pool table and a moment or so later she slips into the booth across from Logan. "Heya, Grumpy." She says to him then, leaning back against the back of the booth and crossing her legs at the knees, a pair of jeans on and a baggy dark green sweater, gloved hands too of course. "Whats up t'day for you?"
Logan	"Oh good, it's you." Logan says as he tilts his bottle on the side, pours himself some caramel coloured liquor, but then offers her a half-smirk as if to prove that his grumpiness is an act. At least in this case. One hand waves her to the seat, granting permission after the fact even as he turns to the side and lifts a boot to heavily thump down on the seat beside him.     "Just gettin' a break away from all the crazy." He scritches his chin with a fingertip as he lets his eyes distance for a moment, then tilts his head back towards her and adds, "Well, most of it anyways."     It's then that he tilts back to whiskey and swallows, then says, "N'you?"
Rogue	Rogue holds the bottle of half finished beer in her gloved left hand just in front of her chest and she grins at his response. "Mostly the same." She replies. "Soma'a the people I want t'school with at Xavier's are here, some'a the graduates that... ya know, graduated and actually left?" She grins lightly then takes another drink and leans forward to set the bottle down on the table and fold her arms together, forearm over forearm now. "They asked me t'come down here and hang out with'em. But most of'em have already left. Got work in the mornin'." Which she does too, but hey! She's young! Live it up! Rogue glances at what Logan is drinking and then leeeeeans to the side enough to read the label. She then sits back where she was and puts her eyes on him. "You even capable'a feelin' any kinda effect'a alcohol at all?" She has to ask him, already suspecting the answer though.
Scott Summers	The door opens again and this time a brown haired man walks in wearing a red and black checkered shirt, flannel and buttoned at the cuffs around his wrists. Scott's glasses remain on, even at night but such is his life. The leader walks into the bar and finds exactly the two mutants he's looking for.     His steps are weighted with a pressing issue and he quickly sits down, claiming a seat and taking the bottle out from in front of Rogue and takes a sip, keeping it in his hand after he sets it back on the table. Out of the girl's reach. "You could be a better influence Logan." Scott begins but shuts any follow up down by continuing. "I need to speak to both of you about ... Remy."
Logan	"Mmm," Logan twists the bottle around so Rogue can get her eyeful as she likes. "S'all a matter of saturation in a timely manner." He grips the bottle by the neck and says, "Observe." And with that he lifts it in one hand, tilts it back, and takes three quick swallows, his adam's apple working with each draught.     Then the bottle clinks glassily as he sets it down and meets Rogue's eyes, still holding onto the whiskey as he tries to affix suddenly bleary dilated eyes on her... He sways. A little left, a smidge right. But then as quick as it came... the haze leaves him.     "There, s'gone." He nods and flares one hand, "So yeah. I can. Just not fer long usually. Unless I keep it up. But then the ole bladder starts ta complain."     And as if by magic, Scott appears. Logan, still a little hint of haze in his eyes, turns to watch the man wander over and join them. He seems inclined to make some noise or object, but then holds off as the topic is declared.     "Yeah?" He says succinctly.
Rogue	Rogue is laughing lightly by the time Scott approaches. "The ol' bladder, huh?" She's saying when Scott settles in to see them. She shifts her green gaze over to Cyclops and when he speaks of Remy she just frowns. "Whats he done now?" She has to ask as she settles back into her seat and starts to tug her gloves off of her hands. Worst part about drinking with gloves like these on is they get wet from the bottle's sweat. So she pulls them off and drapes them over the table, leaving her hands gleefully bare of those damn cursed coverings she always has to wear. "Did he finally tell ya all about his plan? Cause he hasn't told me a damn thing about it." She seems spiteful, clearly.
Scott Summers	Scott hugs the bottle close to his shoulder as he leans in slightly with a whisper, "He thinks the X-men are a military force." Scott says, lowering his voice to just a whisper that only the table here can hear. "He wants to try to run his own clandestine force." Scott says, his eyes leaving Rogue to linger on Logan. An unspoken history between the two would be well understood, and yet he doesn't risk saying it even here and now with only Rogue present, though she has never been asked to run anything like that despite being capable, Scott has always viewed her as too young.
Logan	That sobers Logan up right quick. He straightens up slowly, rubbing at the bridge of his nose thoughtfully, a rare gesture seen from him. Usually one reserved for when he's actually giving something a good heaping helping of actual focus.     "Hnh," Is all he offers at first, mulling it over. "I'd need ta know more before I figured one way or another if it's a bad thing." Though he does lift a hand towards Cyclops to perhaps stay any initial objection before he finishes.     "My meaning is that I could kinda see somethin' like that havin' it's uses. But not sure if Remy is the one I'd choose ta run such a thing, and what his thoughts are about what it should be like. And for."
Rogue	Rogue is just all eyes on Scott as he speaks of the man whom she's gotten most close with here at Xavier's since she's been here apart of it all for two years now. Its been a rocky road for the two of them, ups and downs... with now being a bit of a gray area. She's kinda pissed at him for not being around on Valentine's Day for instance! She had to go to a movie by herself! The nerve! While Logan responds, Rogue leans back in her seat with her legs still crossed at the knees and folds her hands together now that she's drinkless, fully planning to get another one once Scott inevitably storms out of this place because its designed for fun and relaxation, two things of-which are known as Scott-repellants. "What would be the point of a team inside'a a team?" She has to ask then. "I mean, aren't we already kinda secretive, doin' secretive' stuff when we can t'help mutants in need? Why do we need t'build... another team, inside'a that? Like some kinda Russian Doll?" She shakes her head then. "Doesn't add up to me." And she wasn't invited to it! The nerve!
Scott Summers	"That's what Jean and I said, but ... to get him to calm down and shut up for a moment, we invited him to run his own mission. Gather a team, get intel-" Scott shuts up as someone walks near the table and he lifts the pilfered bottle to take another sip before he continues, "And run the op with the risk that the X-men can not be involved in any way. That team will be entirely on their own. Solo vigilantees." Scott says with a frown and a look from Rogue to Logan and back to Rogue. "Not something to be taken lightly, like Remy takes everything." Scott sighs. "He's a great thief, but he does not blend so well."
Logan	The Canadian mutant squints first at Cyclops, then spares a look for Rogue as he considers what to say next. "I dunno." He offers at first, setting the tone and clearly a touch dubious. "I mean, the idea on its own might not be bad. Since there are sometimes things that need doin' and aren't exactly heroic."     He pushes his bottle aside, leaving it alone for now and just focusing on the discussion. "Thing is, I can't say I've ever thoughta Remy in a position of leadership." He tilts his head to look between them. "Not sayin' that in a bad way. Just literally... never thought of it."
Rogue	Rogue uncrosses her legs and she pulls her phone out from her right pants pocket after leaning back enough to get it out of said pocket. She glances down at it to see the time and then just shakes her head. "I don't know what he's up to anymore." She says lightly. "He doesn't talk t'me like he used to. He just sits back there in his room in the boat house and, who knows." She shrugs her shoulders lightly. "I went back there for dinner for my birthday and, well, haven't really seen him since." She puts her phone down in her lap then and looks between the two of them. "Can he lead? I don't know, maybe. Should he? I have no idea. Whatever ya'll wanna tell'im, tell'im. He's gonna do whatever he wants either way though, honestly."
Scott Summers	"That's why I told him to take the lead Rogue, he will do what he wants with or without permission, so I told him to prove me wrong about my assumptions of him. I felt it right to give you both a heads up." Summers replies and takes a sip of his stolen beer. The leader then leans back against his chair back and frowns, looking to Logan at this time, as the man is really the only one qualified and experienced, though Scott does not have the option of saying such.
Logan	It's Logan's turn to lean forward upon the table, one hand resting around the base of his bottle as he considers the words that have been shared. He eyes Rogue for a time, but his attention rests on Scott and despite all that has passed there is a recognition between the two men on talent and technique. And for Logan this was his expertise.     "If we're talkin' about this." He says levelly, still holding onto the bottle. "It becomes two issues." He gestures to the side absently, motioning towards the door and perhaps more indicating Remy's absence as opposed to the bar proper. "One bein' Remy takin' this initiative."     He straightens up and frowns, then looks towards Rogue, "The other bein' the idea of a team focused on makin' the hard calls. Preservation of Xavier's dream."
Rogue	Rogue is doing what any twenty year old in this day and age does at a table where someone took her beer away at. She's tapping on her phone's screen and texting someone while she listens to the two of them, she seems to be a bit bitter about Remy and her stance these days. Scott's words don't really get any sort of response in her head, but Logan's make her look up again after she finishes sending the text.4 "I just think this is stupid all around." She tells them both. "Why take focus away from the whole team, t'start a second team. I already said this, but, I think its sound logic versus what seems to be pointless logic. We train as a unit, a full-on squad, why--" She cuts herself off and looks back down at her lap as the device resting on her thighs buzzes again. "Whatever." She then mutters as she goes back to tapping.
Scott Summers	When Rogue speaks up, people do listen, Scott was looking at the young woman as she gives her thoughts and then suddenly stops. He then turns those ruby glasses towards Logan and shrugs. Teens. Former Teens. Mutants. Girls. Whatcha gonna do. That's the kind of shrug Logan gets before Scott sighs, "We agree with you Rogue, but I am giving you both heads up as to what Remy is thinking and doing. Expect him to come to you for help." Scott says with a motion towards Logan. "Expect him to come to you to save his ass when he mess up and gets people hurt or worse." Scott says before he turns the bottle upside down and finishes it off before setting it back on the table and standing up. "Like I said, warning you both."
Logan	The Canadian mutant still has the look to him as if he's still mulling it over, giving it some thought. But he tilts his head towards Scott and says levelly, "Better, if he's gonna do it, to know what he's doin'." Logan then says, "Right now as a group, dunno if we're up to runnin' several teams and havin' one set for intelligence operations. But like yer sayin', he'll do what he wants ta do if he can get folks ta join up."     hat having been said he leans back in the booth. "But ehn, chances are it might not even get anywhere. But good ta have an angle on it aforehand." He stops just short of thanking Scott, or suggesting he did a good job.     Instead he pushes the bottle of whiskey towards the man in an offering. But that's it.
Rogue	Rogue doesn't have a whole lot to say or add, she finishes tapping on her phone and sets it down on the table in front of her. Her eyes go from Logan, to Scott. "I doubt he'll contact me if he's in trouble. Not with somethin' like this. He seems t'have these moments in life where he just wants to be 'set free' and go do whatever the hell it is he does. Or whoever it is he does." She seems/sounds pretty bitter. But then, she had a lot of emotions invested in the guy from their history together and being left out of his plans makes her feel pretty bad. Rogue moves to stand up then and head for the bar, needing something to drink, even if just a tea or soda.
Scott Summers	Scott looks to Logan, knowing the unspoken compliment is there, but it's not something Scott seeks out, he's simply doing his duty and preserving the wishes of Charles. A clandestine group would be far beyond the counter of that. Also unspoken is Scott knows sometimes, a group just for that is needed, and so he never tells a soul that hasn't been cleared to do such work. Scott remains seated and then looks over his shoulder and holds up his empty so that Harry can see and then lifts his free hand, requesting another drink be sent his way.
Logan	Settling deeper into his seat, Logan slouches properly with his shot glass then reclaims his bottle and twists it to the side to let some of the caramel liquor gurgle into his drink. He shoots a glance across the way towards Scott and murmurs, "If we want to be careful which direction he's aimin' I could point him at somethin' that might not blow up in our faces."     A small shrug is given as he sets the bottle back down and then tilts the glass back, downing that shot sharp and quick. He does, however, shift to the side to place a boot up on the seat beside him, claiing the bench as wholly his own. At least or now.     "Plenty of leads for the robots that could use followin' up." He gives a small shrug bonelessly.