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| Rogue | Jun 8 2012, 04:31 PM Post #16 |
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Trapped in the armpit of the universe.
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Loooord. Taking another sip of her bourbon, Rogue chuckled and shook her head at Kitty and Rachel. Logan saw this, he'd have stroke. Or maybe just go ahead and explode, like it seemed he might'a been heading toward, what with dealing with all the bachelor party stuff. Still wasn't sure that was the best idea anybody ever had, but long as they all lived through it, she reckoned it was all right. Peter'd be another one that'd bust a blood vessel, or maybe something else entirely, the southern girl amended, deciding that maybe that wasn't all together something she wanted to think about. Had to wonder how things were going on the other side, though, and what that danged Cajun might be up to. Though didn't take her too much imagination to likely figure that one out. "They're certainly enjoying themselves," Jen remarked from next to her, and Rogue glanced over at her with a chuckle and a nod. "At the least," she agreed, looking around and cocking an eyebrow at the statuesque woman with the green hair and skin. "What happened to that waiter fella you was talkin' to, Jen? Didn't scare him off did'ja?" Jen chuckled herself at that, wicked look flashing in her eyes."Not at all. He just went for fresh drinks. Then we're going to have a nice dance, but he doesn't know that yet." She winked and Rogue's grin widened. Gal wouldn't do at all, but you couldn't fault her at all for going right on after what she wanted. And she didn't think for a minute that boy'd mind all that much. "Ya be careful with him, now, ya hear? Can't be breakin' these fellas," she added teasingly as the tall woman scanned the room, most of which she stood at least a head above. Jen laughed outright, flashing her a grin just as wicked as her look. "Oh, I'll be careful. Very, very careful. Gentle as a kitten." The tall woman squeezed her shoulder, then started off toward the bar, apparently intent on getting a head start on heading the boy off toward the dance floor, calling back over her shoulder, "Go find one of your own and have some fun, Rogue." Nope, she wouldn't do a'tall. With another chuckle, she lifted her glass Jen's way as she disappeared (or disappeared as much as a 6ft tall plus green woman can disappear) into the crowd. It was about then, scanning the room to see what else might be happening that she caught sight of Rahne and... Well, she'd be danged if JP wasn't tagging along beside the Scots girl. Now there was an unlikely pair if she'd ever seen one. Though anybody in the world could charm Northstar at all, it'd be Rahne. She lifted a hand to the pair as JP spotted her, grinning and about to get up and go to meet 'em, but looked like they were headed over, so she just kept her place. “I went on a Mission from Moira, to find these,” Rahne explained over the music, lifting up the two single malts Jean-Paul had procured for her for emphasis. “And then I also did find Jean-Paul, who said that he was invited here.” Aye, and perhaps now they would want to catch up together, and she should probably not be letting Moira survive on the sticky drinks for any longer. “Do you ken where my mother got to, Rogue?"[/i] Guess Moira got tired'a trying to down those jello shots and grumbling about the lack of anything decent, and seeing what Rahne was holding, looked like she oughta be more'n satisfied with that. "That he was," Rogue acknowledged, shooting a just shy of smug grin Jean-Paul's way and motioning for him to have a seat if he wanted. "Invited him myself, but he had to go and be stubborn and not pay me no attention." Craning her head, the southern woman nodded toward the back of the room, where she was pretty sure she saw a flash of Moira's auburn hair. "'Believe she's on back in that other corner, Rahne, talking to Domino. She'll be awful glad to see your mission went so good, too, I reckon. Can't blame her for bein' done with all this other sugary mess in here." Might be fine for one're two drinks, but that was sure all she could stand and Moira was a site pickier than she was, Rogue suspected. Turning back to JP, she managed to keep a straight face as she added, "What about you, Jean-Paul? Got a good Kentucky Bourbon here with your name right on it." Couldn't quite keep that glint outta her eyes, though, but couldn't help giving him just a little hard time, turning her down and all. |
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| Northstar | Jul 4 2012, 12:52 AM Post #17 |
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Jean-Paul smirked in genuine amusement. His pride week comment had taken only the briefest of moments to hit the mark, but she did seem entertained by the idea. He followed her gaze to the body shot participants. Just as the red-headed Jean-Grey-looking woman finished licking--yes, yes that was certainly Shadowcat (was she even old enough to drink in this absurd country? Come to think of it, was Rahne?), his companion said, “Is that a body shot? Is it no quite a waste of alcohol?” "Mmm, it's certainly a matter of some cost-profit analysis, anyhow." Some bodies were worth the waste to lick. Some not so much. But he reckoned, so far as these things go, that most of the people in this room were at least worth a shot of tequila--even if they weren't quite his flavor. Ah, and there was Rogue, talking to--well, he wasn't sure whom, but she was a very large woman, anyhow, with rather a stunning pair of legs. Not an X-Man--Avengers? She turned to chase some prettyboy toward the bar before he could get a read on her, and Rogue caught his eyes and waved. “I went on a Mission from Moira, to find these,” Rahne explained over the music, lifting up the two single malts Jean-Paul had procured for her for emphasis. “And then I also did find Jean-Paul, who said that he was invited here.” "That he was," Rogue acknowledged, shooting a just shy of smug grin Jean-Paul's way and motioning for him to have a seat if he wanted. "Invited him myself, but he had to go and be stubborn and not pay me no attention." He returned Rogue's smug grin in kind. "Me? Stubborn? You're thinking of some other amazing, superhuman French-Canadian, surely." “Do you ken where my mother got to, Rogue?” she asked Craning her head, the southern woman nodded toward the back of the room, where she was pretty sure she saw a flash of Moira's auburn hair. "'Believe she's on back in that other corner, Rahne, talking to Domino. She'll be awful glad to see your mission went so good, too, I reckon. Can't blame her for bein' done with all this other sugary mess in here." "Hmph," Jean-Paul snorted and threw himself into the seat next to Rogue, still wondering vaguely who Rahne's mother could be. He had enough trouble keeping his own team's family entanglements straight... or his own, for that matter. The point was (the point he was willing to consider tonight was:) that there was good sugar, and there was bad sugar. This party seemed to have plenty of both, however, now he was getting a good look at the talent. It just might balance out after all. Then he realized -- "But you're not leaving, are you?" Turning back to JP, she managed to keep a straight face as she added, "What about you, Jean-Paul? Got a good Kentucky Bourbon here with your name right on it." He rolled his eyes elaborately and handed over the bottle he'd procured for her, then held up his own bottle of Laphroaig. "As tempting as it is, Rogue, I would hate to deprive you." He made a face that he supposed might manage to be vaguely innocent, in a very wicked way, complete with a slight pout. Well, he was halfway to drunk, he'd escaped the strippers, he'd made a new favorite X-Man, and he had Rogue and pretty men in tight pants. He could handle a bit of ribbing as well as anyone. So there. There was a loud, sudden punch in the music, and lights went wild for a moment. Jean-Paul's gaze returned to the stage before he could deal with the problem of having a full bottle of Scotch and no glass into which he could pour it. He said, "My god, she's better than I expected, live." A short pause. Then another explosion of lights, and he added, "I'll bet she pisses glitter." |
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| Wolfsbane | Jul 9 2012, 02:36 PM Post #18 |
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Snuffly Like the Wolf
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It seemed she had been right about the eye contact - Rogue and Jean-Paul definitely knew each other, judging by the way they were both grinning at each other. And the Southern woman confirmed what Jean-Paul had already told Rahne, that he had been invited to this party. "That he was," Rogue acknowledged, shooting a just shy of smug grin Jean-Paul's way and motioning for him to have a seat if he wanted. "Invited him myself, but he had to go and be stubborn and not pay me no attention." "Me? Stubborn? You're thinking of some other amazing, superhuman French-Canadian, surely." Rahne smiled as well, though hers was rather less smug than the two of them, tending more toward the grateful and relieved. Helpful and kind as Jean-Paul had been to her, she hadn’t been quite perfectly comfortable with the possibility of having usurped someone more important’s rules about who should and should not be at one of these parties, so it was good to ken that she hadn’t. Rogue was plenty important enough to know about who should be invited, stubborn or not. It was clear, too, that Jean-Paul and Rogue knew each other, and Rahne imagined that they probably wanted to spend some time talking and catching up. It would probably be a wee bit awkward, if not actually improper, for her to be sticking around with them interrupting that. And she did have to complete her Mission, that Jean-Paul had been so lousome as to help her with. So she interrupted just enough to ask Rogue if she knew where Moira had gotten to. "'Believe she's on back in that other corner, Rahne, talking to Domino. She'll be awful glad to see your mission went so good, too, I reckon. Can't blame her for bein' done with all this other sugary mess in here." That seemed to rankle Jean-Paul a little bit, for some curious reason. Perhaps he liked the sugary mess? "Hmph," Jean-Paul snorted and threw himself into the seat next to Rogue, "But you're not leaving, are you?" It was very braw of him to seem to want her to stay, but Rahne had to nod all the same. “Och, well... I shouldna really let my mother be festering with all the sticky drinks now that I have these,” she replied apologetically, lifting up the whisky bottles he’d procured for her by way of explanation. “I’m unco sorry. But I could come back, after I’ve found her.” It was impolite to leave when he’d asked her not to - or at least had asked that she wasn’t, which was possibly near enough to the same thing - but it was a Mission from Moira. So Rahne smiled apologetically again, and ducked off in the direction that Rogue had indicated before she could get delayed any further. As much of a sin as it was to be impolite to lousome bonnie seelie men, there was no doubt in her mind that keeping mothers from whisky was probably a worse one. [Rahne'll duck out for a round or two, but she'll return after a bit, if that works for you guys!] |
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| Rogue | Jul 16 2012, 03:09 PM Post #19 |
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One thing she could say about Jean-Paul, he hadn't changed a lick since she'd seen him last. Pretty as the dickens and knew it and was just as full'a piss and vinegar. She'd missed the heck outta him. "Me? Stubborn? You're thinking of some other amazing, superhuman French-Canadian, surely." One brow lifted skeptically, letting him know she hoped he didn't think she was buying that. Uh-huh, sure she was. Since there was just a whole passel of those running around here. Couldn't possibly be him. JP wasn't no more impressed with her thoughts on all the sugary mess floating around disguised as something somebody'd actually wanna drink, if that sound he was making as he dropped down in the chair next to her was anything to go by. Rogue rolled her eyes again. Well, he could danged well have all of it he wanted, she'd stick to what she knew. Rahne was looking for Moira and Rogue pointed her toward the last place she'd seen her, knowing the biologist'd be danged glad to see what her daughter was bringing. Jello shots and mixed drinks weren't no more Moira's style than they were her own. "But you're not leaving, are you?" And would you look at that, looked like Rahne'd sure enough made a new friend in JP. Though shouldn't be surprised. Hard not to like the Scots girl, and she sure had grown up since last time she'd seen her. “Och, well... I shouldna really let my mother be festering with all the sticky drinks now that I have these,” she replied apologetically, lifting up the whiskey bottles he’d procured for her by way of explanation. “I’m unco sorry. But I could come back, after I’ve found her.” Chuckling, Rogue nodded, and told her, "We'll likely be right here when you're done gettin' Moria fixed up," as the former New Mutant slipped through the crowd to save her mama from a night of bad alcohol. Turning back to JP, she offered to fix him up with some good Kentucky bourbon, not one bit surprised at the eyeroll she got in return, though she was more than pleased with the bottle that came with it. "As tempting as it is, Rogue, I would hate to deprive you." She took the bottle from him with a nod of thanks and a return grin not a bit more innocent than his, if Jean-Paul Beaubier could ever be said to wear any kinda expression that was at all close to innocent. "Well, that's mighty nice of ya, but you change your mind, you just speak right on up, now." Not that he would, least unless he was a whole lot drunker than he was anywhere close to now. Anything else she might've said about that was cut off by whatever it was Ali was doing up on stage, lights and music ramping up even more. Glancing over, Rogue shook her head. Girl sure was having fun up there. "My god, she's better than I expected, live." Rogue's brow lifted up again, never had pegged JP for a fan of Ali's, or her type music, but then put the girl on stage and she sure did draw the attention of just about anybody. "I'll bet she pisses glitter." Rogue snorted, sipping her bourbon as she set the unopened bottle nearby. Get to that soon enough, and didn't want nobody deciding to walk off with it. "She'd likely tell you she did, just for the hell of it." She glanced back to the stage, where Dazzler was cutting loose, lights swirling and changing in a frenzy to match the music. "Give her a little bit to finish up, I'll call her over and you can ask her for yourself." The southern woman grinned back at the speedster. "And god knows, Ali'll prob'ly think you're just about the shiniest thing in the whole place." Oughta be a meeting worth setting up, that's for sure. And who knew, JP just might make himself another friend, or at least find a shopping partner, before it was over. |
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| Northstar | Jul 22 2012, 04:29 PM Post #20 |
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“Och, well... I shouldna really let my mother be festering with all the sticky drinks now that I have these,” she replied apologetically, lifting up the whisky bottles he’d procured for her by way of explanation. “I’m unco sorry. But I could come back, after I’ve found her.” Jean-Paul hardly knew what to say to this earnest confession. There was a slight twitch of something beneath his ribs, it took all of Rogue telling Rahne that they'd be right here when she returned for him to realize he felt a touch... well, guilty about making her feel guilty. What an odd little creature she was. Yes, he liked her very much indeed. Jean-Paul declined Rogue's kind offer of Kentucky swill and pupped it with his own, to which she said, "Well, that's mighty nice of ya, but you change your mind, you just speak right on up, now." He grinned (well, probably smirked some more, really) and promised, "Oh, certainly." Then returned to commentary on one Dazzler--complete with speculation on a secondary mutation involving glitter piss. (He knew a few boys like that, though it wasn't the piss he'd speculated on, precisely, with them.) Judging from her expression, she hadn't expected him to be amiably inclined toward said Dazzler, but, well. Jeanne-Marie (or, he should specify: Aurora) occasionally infected him with pop culture. And sometimes he even liked it. He had no desire to explain this, however, seeing as he didn't mind Rogue knowing--and he didn't feel like discussing his sister, considering their last conversation. No no. Just glitter pissing pop stars and Scotch and pretty men thank you very much. Rogue snorted, sipping her bourbon as she set the unopened bottle nearby. ... "She'd likely tell you she did, just for the hell of it." Yes, he could believe it. Clearly she'd been one hell of a twink in her last life. She glanced back to the stage, where Dazzler was cutting loose, lights swirling and changing in a frenzy to match the music. "Give her a little bit to finish up, I'll call her over and you can ask her for yourself." The southern woman grinned back at the speedster. "And god knows, Ali'll prob'ly think you're just about the shiniest thing in the whole place." "Oh, she has good taste, does she? I knew I liked her--I'd love an introduction." He pushed his smirk to epic proportions as he glanced around the room to see how actually true it would be. Yes, decent talent--he supposed the women hadn't been at all bad looking, but, well, he had certain standards for that sort of thing, and New Jersey beauty wasn't quite up to snuff, regardless of gender expression. Before he could do that, though, Jean-Paul re-realized the need for a glass. "Be right back, Rogue." He set aside his bottle, stood, flashed to the nearest convenient shelf containing glassware, found a tumbler, and flashed back to his seat within seconds. Then, he poured himself a drink at long last. "So, catch me up on who I need to watch. Apart from the girls licking each other--that's obvious." |
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| Rogue | Jul 28 2012, 09:56 PM Post #21 |
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Uh-huh, sure he would. Rogue let out another soft snort, still grinning over at JP. He'd have to be a whole lot drunker'n he was now before he'd likely start in on her bourbon. Boy didn't know what he was missing, but they'd been through that conversation more'n one time. Stubborn as the day was long, that was JP. Might be why they'd always seemed to get on so well. Rahne moved on off to find Moira and JP's attention was apparently grabbed by whatever it was Ali was doing on stage now. Something loud and bright and with more energy than anybody on earth had a right to have. In other words, she was just up there being Ali. Had to admit, she was kinda surprised he even knew anything about Dazzler, other'n whatever little contact he'd likely had with her over the years when Alpha Flight and the X-Men ended up in the same place. Hadn't happened a lot since Ali'd joined on, then left, then come back again. So she reckoned he hadn't had much of a chance to get to know her. Now she thought about it, though, even if she hadn't expected Jean-Paul to be much on Ali, or least her kinda music (and Lord, where he'd ever even heard it she couldn't guess), wouldn't surprise her a bit if their own flashy little songbird wouldn't think JP was just about the best thing since sliced bread. And she'd likely agree with him about the glitter, too. Girl wasn't low key, that was for danged sure, but once they'd got past their problems with one another early on, Rogue couldn't help but like her. "Oh, she has good taste, does she? I knew I liked her--I'd love an introduction." Chuckling, Rogue turned back and caught Ali's eye as she turned back that way, jerking her head to let her know to come on over when she was done. With a bright grin and a wave of the microphone in her direction, never so much as missing a beat in the song, Ali let her know she'd be there soon as she could. "Lord knows, girl hasn't never met a stranger that I've seen," Rogue told him, taking another sip of her bourbon and turning back with that still-amused grin. "Get her in a couple'a feet, she'll take care'a the introductions all on her own." Yes sir, JP'd be right up her alley, if she had to guess, and he seemed just tolerant enough tonight to be able to stand it. "Be right back, Rogue." Apparently, they'd forgot a glass for JP in all the hellos, but he was gone and back before she could hardly do more'n blink. Sometimes she wondered how he stood it, living in a whole world that had look like it was moving in slow motion to him. But she reckoned that was just something else to get used to, like her wearing gloves all the time or telepaths that had to learn to build up shields. Nothing in this world came free, she didn't guess. But, looking around tonight at this whole crazy mess of bright lights, loud music, and laughing women like exotic flowers doing things half of 'em was gonna sure as hell regret in the morning, if not before, Rogue knew she wouldn't really have it no other way. JP poured himself a drink and she turned her attention from the escalating crazy going on around them back his way. "So, catch me up on who I need to watch. Apart from the girls licking each other--that's obvious." Now that was a tall order if she'd ever heard one. With a chuckle and an amused smirk, Rogue raised one eyebrow. "Lord, I don't think there's nobody in this room don't need watchin' tonight, for one reason or 'nother." And that was the god's honest truth if she'd ever told it. Swirling her bourbon around gently in her glass, green eyes swept the room again. "You're gonna wanna steer clear'a Moira, if she drinks all that Scotch Rahne just took her. She ain't a happy drunk at all." 'Course, that wasn't what he likely meant, but it bore pointing out all the same. Nobody'd ever had a run in with her when she'd tied one on good ever forgot it and she suspected Dr. MacTaggert'd be a match for even Jean-Paul at his worst, and a hell'uva lot harder to understand when she got going. "Nice fella over there," she added, nodding casually toward one've the not hardly dressed waiters/dancers/whatever on earth they were that Emma'd hired for the night. Dark hair, not at all hard on the eyes, biggest smile you ever saw. "Friendly as he can be. Had a nice talk with him earlier on, 'til Jen over there scared him right off." Rogue jerked her chin toward the tall, shapely, very green frame of Jen Walters over on the dance floor, where she'd dragged that other poor boy she'd gone after. He looked a little like a deer caught in the headlights of a big ol' Mac truck, but seemed to be enjoying himself just the same. Lotta men tended to get that look 'round Jen. "Gotta give Emma Frost one thing, she did a pretty nice job with this all around." Wouldn't do to tell her that, though, since it'd just encourage her, and didn't nobody wanna do that where the White Queen as concerned. |
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| Northstar | Sep 3 2012, 11:38 PM Post #22 |
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Ah, Lady Flashpants was a gregarious one, then. Well, it suited her and her profession, and it suited Jean-Paul's current state of mind, which could not often be said of him. Yes, he'd really like that introduction. Why not? Once he'd got himself a glass to drink from (he drew the line at taking it straight from the bottle... for now), Jean-Paul re-settled and asked for all the necessary information to enjoy people-watching. Already there seemed to be far more to look at--again, regardless of gender expression--at this party than the other, which was a good bonus to Rogue's company, which was, of course, the main attraction, as she knew very well. With a chuckle and an amused smirk, Rogue raised one eyebrow. "Lord, I don't think there's nobody in this room don't need watchin' tonight, for one reason or 'nother." "I was just thinking the same thing," he murmured, taking a deep breath with his nose over his glass, then tipping it back for a drink. Ah, yes, there it was. Just what he'd been looking for. "You're gonna wanna steer clear'a Moira, if she drinks all that Scotch Rahne just took her. She ain't a happy drunk at all." He made a face. "Good information." Obviously the mother the girl had spoken of; no, he had no desire to tangle with angry, drunken, middle-aged Scotswomen tonight. There were plenty of other more interesting prospects, in terms of tangling... As if reading his mind--which she was not, unless she'd been at the bride-to-be recently: "Nice fella over there," she added, nodding casually toward one've the not hardly dressed waiters/dancers/whatever on earth they were [...] "Friendly as he can be. Had a nice talk with him earlier on, 'til Jen over there scared him right off." Jean-Paul admired over his glass. Yes, she certainly had good taste--and it didn't always run to the scruffy devil-eyed types, either. Not that Jean-Paul objected to those, either, but he rather liked the smooth, tall, dark, and handsome look this one was working. He caught Jean-Paul looking at him and smiled hugely, proving Rogue's point about the "friendly". Jean-Paul smiled back before he pointedly looked away, following Rogue's gaze to the next of her picks of the litter. He'd come back to that one later. Rogue jerked her chin toward the tall, shapely, very green frame of Jen Walters over on the dance floor..., and Jean-Paul laughed at the shocked expression on her boy-of-choice's face. Ah yes, it was a brave dancer who agreed to a party of this sort--particularly if he was unfamiliar with women who could pick him up and throw him. (Jean-Paul had gained a kind of peace with the situation, himself, obviously.) "Gotta give Emma Frost one thing, she did a pretty nice job with this all around." "Yes, I'm starting to understand those ridiculous outfits she wears just from sitting here. As much as camp can be obnoxious, I have to appreciate a thing done well. Do you think she picked their outfits, or is that standard?" He grinned and gestured to the boy with She-Hulk, then to the one who'd smiled at him. And then the stage exploded in-- "Is that actual glitter mixed in with her..." He waved his drink to indicate the... sparkles. Whatever it was Dazzler was up there throwing around. |
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| Wolfsbane | Sep 21 2012, 05:19 PM Post #23 |
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Snuffly Like the Wolf
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With the bottle of Ardbeig clutched carefully under one arm, and an empty glass in the other hand, Rahne picked her way carefully back through the muddle of X-women, bar tenders and dancers (though she wasn’t entirely sure she could always tell the difference between those last two) drifting between the dancefloor and the bar. She apologised as she went, partly whenever it was completely unavoidable to bump into someone (rather often, unfortunately), and partly just for general purposes, though it was unlikely that anyone else in the room could actually hear over the sound of Ali’s voice. A very nice voice, but certainly loud, amplified like that. She’d deposited the Talisker with her mother, who had seemed rather pleased - maybe even surprised, even though it had been her that had invented the mission in the first place - by the single malt bounty Rahne. She was deep in conversation with Dr Reyes about something that sounded awfully complicated for the atmosphere around them, though. Or possibly just awfully annoying - Dr Reyes had been frowning quite a lot, though of course she always did seem to be. Either way, it had made Rahne feel a wee bit better about turning back around quickly and head back toward the bar, keeping her promise to Jean-Paul instead of staying with her mother. She’d fulfilled her mission, and more easily than she really could have had any right to hope for. Had she thanked him enough for that? Because she really probably ought to do it again, considering that most of the credit really did lie with him. Still carefully protecting her remaining bottle, Rahne scooched around a pair of what she was relatively sure were members of the Avengers. Such a lot of happy people, tipsy if not quite yet fully drunk - excepting the bride-to-be herself, perhaps, who couldn’t possibly be aware of what she was doing right now... could she? They were dancing, and taking turns at body shots, which the Scots girl still couldn’t quite see the point of, and other things she wasn’t quite certain of because she was rather pointedly not looking too hard at any of them. But there was Rogue again, and Jean-Paul, both apparently caught up watching Dazzler. And och! The whole stage burst into a tumble of coloured light and sparkles, and Rahne stopped just short of the pair of them, forgetting everything else for a moment as she watched the lights. "Is that actual glitter mixed in with her..." Jean-Paul’s voice called her back to reality, or whatever this party could rightly be described at. Rahne didn’t think she was qualified to answer that, but she was fairly sure of at least one thing. “It’s unco bonnie, however she does it.” |
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| Rogue | Oct 6 2012, 02:05 PM Post #24 |
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Trapped in the armpit of the universe.
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Who to watch? That was a mighty tall order, even for Jean-Paul, considering all the goings on in this place tonight. Rogue knew what he meant, but couldn't quite resist teasing him just a little, 'cause wasn't hardly nobody here didn't bear watching for one reason or another. They might just have to make a list. "I was just thinking the same thing," he murmured and she chuckled, nodding in satisfaction. Good to have him around tonight. Hadn't seen him in a coons age and she'd missed him and that way he had about him of seeing to the heart of things a whole lotta people passed over and never took no notice of. And doing it in a way that didn't seem like he was doing that at all. There was a whole lot more to Jean-Paul Beaubier, she knew, than most folks would ever figure out. One thing he did need to know, though, had to do with Moira, cause that just bore pointing out. She wasn't a happy drunk most times, and bore giving a wide berth if she even put a good dent in all that Scotch Rahne had just took her. Even if that wasn't what he'd been asking about, neither. "Good information." JP made a face and Rogue nodded, letting it go at that and moving on to something more along the lines of what he'd likely be interested in. Like that nice waiter she'd talked to earlier and that Jen'd nearly scared the stuffings out of. Girl didn't mean to do it, but she sure was good at it all the same. He caught them looking back his way and the Southern woman smiled back, lifting a glass in acknowledgment. Definitely easy on the eyes, but then they all were, but she'd took a particular liking to that one, personality wise. Else she wouldn't have pointed him out to JP to start with. Everything else aside, Emma'd done all right putting this all together. But then wasn't likely anybody else around had to arrange more parties of this type than her, neither. She reckoned experience would show. "Yes, I'm starting to understand those ridiculous outfits she wears just from sitting here. As much as camp can be obnoxious, I have to appreciate a thing done well. Do you think she picked their outfits, or is that standard?" He waved toward the boy Jen was dancing with and the one she'd pointed out and Rogue eyed them speculatively, taking another swallow of her bourbon while she pondered it. "Knowin' Emma?" she decided after a few seconds, shooting him a grin. "She likely picked it all out by hand then helped 'em all get dressed." It was probably a wonder they weren't all wearing corsets, but she reckoned Jean wouldn't have stood for that, no matter how many jello shots they got in her. Over on the stage, Ali let off an explosion of lights and glitter and all things bright and showy and Rogue shook her head fondly. Girl could still put on a heck'uva show when she set her mind to it. Didn't reckon they called her Dazzler for nothing. "Is that actual glitter mixed in with her..." JP asked, the light show having caught his attention, too. Though she reckoned he'd have had to have been deaf and blind for it not to've. And there was Rahne back again, with a glass and bottle of her own, to add, from where she'd stop short to either watch or 'cause she was half-blind from all that, "It's unco bonnie, however she does it." Rogue nodded her agreement, smiling at the other girl and motioning her into a seat. "That it is. Don't think she'd have it no other way. And I'm pretty sure that's Ali generated glitter in there," she told JP, though she still couldn't strictly say for sure. "Hard to tell for sure, though, and she likes to keep us guessin'." Looked like she was about done with that set, so she'd be headed over here most any time. "You can always ask her yourself when she gets over here. She'd be glad to tell y'all all about that and anything else she can think of." One thing Ali was always happy to talk about was Ali. 'Bout the only constant thing about the girl, much as she liked her. |
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