xp_logs | Marie and Logan

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Marie's ongoing quest to clue Logan in to Pop Culture continues. In this week's segment, Logan gets introduced to one Harry Potter. He also compares Marie to Yvette and gets thwapped with a pillow.

Logan knocked on Marie's door with his boot-shod foot. "Open up, kid." he said, adjusting the heavy tray he was carrying slightly. Couple of bottles of beer, a couple of nicely medium-rare steaks, some barbequed grilled chicken, and in a nod to Marie's own preferences, some grilled veggies to top it all off. Plus the usual accompaniments - silverware, napkins, all that jazz. It all made for a slightly unwieldly load.

Setting the DVD case she'd been holding on top of the TV, Rogue hurried over to the door to let him in. "Smells delicious," she said appreciatively as she looked at all the food he'd made. Taking a couple of the plates off the tray to lighten Logan's load, she padded over to couch, arranging their feast on her coffee table. "Ready for your next lesson in Pop Culture 101?" she asked with a grin.

"Not before I get one of these steaks and a beer in me." he said, snagging the steak he had set aside for himself - the one he'd described a candle flame to - as well as one of the brews. "How you doin', kid?" he asked around bites.

Marie made a face. "Finals have eaten my brain. But," she brightened, "it's almost the end of the semester." Cutting the other steak (that had met the flame, not just heard about it) into small pieces, she popped a piece in her mouth. "You?" she asked once she'd chewed and swallowed.

"Just about got all my holiday gifts made." he said with satisfaction. "Had a nice chat with the new kid - the one that the Aussie and the girl picked up from Europe? Reminds me of you a little." he said around bites of nearly-raw steak. Mmm, delicious.

Marie pushed the panic of holiday shopping out of her mind, focusing instead on the second part of Logan's statement. "Me?" she said questioningly while scooping some of the grilled vegetables on her plate. "How so?"

"She asked me if it hurt when they came out." he said with amusement, chasing his statement with a pull from the beer-bottle. And just so Marie would get off his case Logan speared a few bits of grilled pepper and popped them into his mouth.

Marie blushed, quickly taking a sip of her beer to hide the color on her cheeks. "Well, glad to know Ah'm not the only one that wondered." Glancing down at her own gloved hands, a memory flashed through her mind of a cold Canadian night that changed her life. "You give her the same answer?"

"Every time." he said, remembering that cold Canadian night that had changed his life forever, too. "C'mon, kid. Food's getting cold." he said to break up the suddenly somber mood that had descended in the room.

Marie ate a few bites quietly before smiling up at Logan. "Ah picked a good one for today. Or a good few Ah should say," she said with a gesture at the TV. "Real classics, the lot of them."

Logan leaned back and propped his booted feet onto Marie's coffee table. "Classics, eh?" he said with an amused look. "What kind of classics?"

Wide, innocent eyes turned to face him. "The fight against evil kind. The classic tale of a young hero who must rise against evil in order to save the world." Grinning as she stabbed a piece of steak, she paused before popping it in her mouth. "Ever heard of Harry Potter?"

Logan thought about it for a second. "Think I remember some of the kids getting in a hubbub about it a while back. Something about a new book?" he asked. Truth be told, he didn't pay much attention to the goings-on of the kids. Their amusements and diversions weren't generally for him.

"Oh grasshoper, you have much to learn," Marie teased as she set her plate on the table. "Ok, there are currently 6 books, but only four have been made into movies. Ah know Ah'd fail at getting you to sit still long enough to read the books, so movies it is." Picking up the remote, she turned the television on, the screen cuing up to the DVD's menu. "Most of the kids love them. Heck, a lotta the adults around here do too." Me among them.

It wasn't hard to sense Marie's enthusiasm, so Logan pasted a smile on (yay!) and determined to himself that he was going to try to enjoy these films. Besides, he trusted her to bring him up to speed and if it was as popular as she was saying it was, he'd do well to at least get familiar with it. "All right." he said, polishing off his beer and reaching for another one.

She smiled fondly at the gruff man sitting beside her. He was being a good sport about her pop culture nights and they gave her the opportunity to relax and just be Marie. Starting the movie, she began explaining the background to him, stopping in the middle of her description of Quidditch as the first scene started to play. When Hagrid appeared on screen, she poked Logan in the side. "See? Someone's harrier than you."

"Walt's hairier than I am." he said defensively. "Guy's got fur." he added.

Marie shook her head silently, somehow managing to keep herself from laughing. "Well then of course he is. You don't have fur. You're just furry." It was a testament to how much she trusted Logan that she didn't jump off the couch and flee as she said it. She just scootched as far to the other side of the sofa from him as possible.

Logan grumbled but from Marie he'd take that kind of shot and let it pass. Anyone else might be picking up teeth off the floor. "Not furry. Just because you're used to the boyish hairless types..." he grumbled. Dammit, he was hairy and he was proud of it!

Once her safety was assured, Marie settled back comfortably in the couch to watch the movie. Picking up her plate, she quickly polished off the rest of her steak and veggies as the movie continued.

The movie rolled to its conclusion and once the DVD ended Logan stretched his body, earning Marie the dubious honor of hearing a cascade of metallic-sounding popping noises. "And the kids eat this stuff up, eh?" he mused.

"Yup," she said. "So now you'll have more to talk about with 'em besides beer." Hopping up, she walked over to the DVD player. "Of course, the next one is where things really pick up," she said innocently.

Logan didn't budge, but his eyes flickered towards the door. "I'm gonna need more beer." he said plaintively. I mean, he felt vaguely bad for the kid - he had a shitty life with the foster folks and the closet and all, but he whined.

Logan detested whining.

"Had a feeling you might say that," Marie said before disappearing into the kitchen. Returning quickly with a case of beer under her arm, she set it down next to him. "That should do it," she said with a grin as she pushed play.

Logan shot Marie a wry look, but he cracked open the case, extracted a can, and handed her one without a word being said. "All right, let's get on to the next one. How many of these is there again?" he asked. "And what's the name of the big guy again?"

Accepting the can, she popped the tab and took a sip. "Two more after this one," she said. "So we're almost halfway there. And it's Hagrid." A smile spread across Marie's face as she finally figured out the rest of Logan's Christmas present. "He likes to pick up strays too, though he tends to go more for the animal kind then little lost girls."

Logan just hrmmphed at that, although when the next movie started he paid more-than-usual attention to the half-giant. "You never met the dog I used to have. Rescued the poor thing from a hunting trap." he noted with amusement. "More than half-wild and a little crazy. Reminded me of me. Think Heather's got him now."

"You're only about a quarter wild," she said fondly before returning her focus to the movie. As the credits for the second movie rolled, she stood up to stretch, a small yawn escaping.

Logan didn't miss the yawn. "Punkin' out on me, darlin'?" he asked her with a fond smile. "Movies'll keep. Get on up to bed."

"No," Marie said stubbornly. "We're halfway there. Only two movies to go. And it's still early." Well, early in the morning anyhow. "Plus this next one's a bit darker. So you'll like it more."

Logan snorted in amusement at that notion. "Gotta wonder why the SAS hasn't wiped this Hog's Ass place out." he commented as he watched the film play.

Marie looked at him strangely, before rolling her eyes. "It's a movie Logan. Suspension of disbelief and all that. Plus how would they get to Hogsmeade? Only wizards allowed." Turning her attention back to the screen, she pointed at the cloaked figures appearing. "The Dementors freaked me out a little when Ah read about them."

"So the barkeeps and sculleries are wizards too?" he asked with amusement, but let the rest of the argument die. It really wasn't important. "Still don't get why the kids are so fascinated with this stuff."

"Either that or Squibs. Even wizards gotta earn a living," Marie said with a shrug. "Well, why not? The idea of magic is pretty cool...even for those who don't realize how real it is. Plus, it's got everything...magic, deception, good vs. evil, action, romance...what more could ya want?"

Logan didn't even know where to _start_ on answering that one. "If you say so, kid." he said, cracking another cold one and taking a deep drink from it. If the kids like this stuff, fine, but he just wasn't seeing any appeal to _him_. Then again, that happened a lot with Pop Culture Nights.

Glancing over at Logan, who really had been a good sport about the all the movies she'd show him, Marie paused the movie. "Ah guess you don't really need to watch all the movies to be able to talk a little with the kids." Maybe she'd take pity on him next week and show him a western. Maybe.

"I said I'd do all of them and I meant it." he said. "But gimme a sec. Need to use the head." he added, and got up fluidly to head off to Marie's bathroom. A few moments and a flush later, Logan re-emerged. "Look. You and I both know this wizarding crap isn't my cuppa. But ... but ... I need to at least be familiar with it."

"Ok," she said softly as she hit play. "An' who knows? When the new one comes out, maybe you'll even volunteer to chaperone." The edges of Marie's lips quirked up as she said it, trying to imagine Logan herding a bunch of children through a movie theatre.

"Everyone should have a dream." Logan said lazily. "And after the movie we'll all go hit a bar." he added with a shadow of a grin.

Marie's only response was to throw the nearest pillow at him.