xp_logs | Log: Garrison/Adrienne

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Garrison and Adrienne nurse their wounds poolside and catch up after all the madness.

"You know, snickering under your breath still counts as laughing at me, eh." Garrison said dryly from his seat near the pool. His healing factor was still more focused on other injuries, and the Canadian sported a dark red sunburn that was almost purple in intensity. While his omni-skin and uniform had protected him from the worst of the thermal explosive, his skin needed a split second to adapt to the heat, and that had been long enough to provide the bad burn, wipe off his eyebrows, and char his beard and hair down to close lying stubble.

"Does it? That's completely unfair," Adrienne grumbled she looked over at him from her own lounge chair, where she was lying on her stomach with her chin pillowed by her forearm, red sarong tucked around her torso to cover the white bandages still wrapped around her side. Unfortunately the sarong also covered the black bikini she'd put on, but she wanted an odd tan line from the bandages less than she wanted to show off the rest of her body. "Are there any rules about calling you names like The California Raisin?"

"Yes, since it implies that I'm American, and that's just... well, ick." Kane said, and put down his Baseball Digest. "How's the side, babe? You've stopped whimpering."

"Yes, well, I figured one of us should man up and stop whimpering, and since you weren't going to do it, it was up to me." She flipped a page in the latest Vogue and regarded him with bemusement. "Side's improving, and I'm beginning to feel less like I had a building fall on me. Don't you wish that you could have rainbow-coloured bruises like mine instead of just being that hideous shade of purple, Tinky Winky?"

"In a couple of days, my unfortunate colour goes away." He got up from his chair and went over to crouch beside hers, running his hand gently along the ridge of her spine. "Seriously, are you alright? You've been pretty quiet since you got back from Pakistan. I know that finding out you're dating Grimace is a bit of a shock, it usually doesn't last that long."

Adrienne set the magazine down under her chair and gave him a smile. "Damn, you took my next insulting nickname." She sat up, still smiling, making space for him to sit on the lounger next to her if he wanted. The smile turning wry, she added, "you know I wouldn't go all quiet because I'm dating Grimace, right? I mean, I wouldn't care what you looked like- I wouldn't be upset if something happened to you while you were off saving the world, I mean, as long as you came back."

"Missing hair and proper skin tone, but yeah, I came back. But you ended up getting ambushed with a bunch of students in a refugee camp without warning. At least I knew I was walking into a war." Garrison didn't bother mention just how lucky they'd been to get through it all without anyone killed or permanently maimed. He nudged her chin with the crook of his finger. "So, yeah, that's what I was curious about you handling."

"Oh, that." She draped her arms over his shoulders, carefully, so she wouldn't irritate his burns, and continued smiling, thinking something had to be wrong with a person when they could discuss an ambush and still feel like smiling. "I'm perfectly alright," she assured him, touched that he cared enough to ask. "I mean, I'm not dead, right? That's always a plus. I wasn't sure after I did a reading of that barn whether I would be getting back from Pakistan alive or not if I stayed to protect the girls, but I did stay, and I did get back. I guess I've been doing some quiet reflection about that since getting back. First the push down the stairs, then the ambush. Makes one think about mortality, life choices, something along those lines. I'm sure you go through that too, am I right?" she shrugged.

"That comes with the badge. You pretty much have to have in the back of your mind somewhere that stopping the wrong guy to talk to about a case or going into a situation that you don't control could turn ugly. Add into it the odd army, and you've got the X-Men." Kane said with a nod. "However, that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. You start having nightmares or the shakes, I want you to talk to someone about it. Cops do it all the time after an incident."

"I will," Adrienne answered with a nod. "I've been dealing with nightmares for years now from crap I've read with my powers, so I'm pretty used to it, but if things get to be unmanageable I'll pay Doctor Fantastic Shoes a visit, I promise. Although beer and baseball or a Parisian fashion show and getting Mer-loaded have always tended to work in the past," she grinned.

"Oh hey, speaking of beer and baseball... I missed the chance to give you this on your birthday, what with the Middle East going all to hell." She reached under her chair and dug around in her purse until she found a white envelope, which she handed over to Kane.

Kane opened it up, and his (non-existant) eyebrows shot up. "California, eh? I like it. Things keep up like this, I'll be able to cheer V-Dub as he leads off in centre for the American League." He leaned back, tilting his head to snatch a kiss from her. "Thanks babe. Play your cards right, this second ticket might have your name on it."

"Yeah, I figured I'd have to fight Logan or Duncan for it," she grinned. "I thought the sex might give me an advantage, but then I realized I don't know what Duncan would be willing do for you in order to go." Or if they'd even still be together by then. A lot could happen before July, and Adrienne was no longer much of an optimist when it came to relationships, although she would certainly put every effort she could into keeping this one working.

"V-Dub seems to have been threatened by the Toronto fans into playing well so far this year, I will give you that," she smirked. "Although Lester seemed to have his number in that last series. I should thank your Jays for the sweep and bringing my boys back up to five hundred, by the way."

"You look better naked than Fred or Logan, so I'm likely going to have to give you the ticket." Kane grinned. "And yeah, we felt bad for you, with Ms Ellsbury having broken all of his ribs tripping over his own two feet, and Beckett looking like he ate Kevin Millar in the offseason, we'd give you one series early. Don't worry, though, because we're taking it back in September."

"Oh, to be a cock-eyed optimist... it must be so nice for you," Adrienne sighed wistfully. "The only thing you're taking back is last place from the Orioles, pal. Hell, even if my boys don't make it to the postseason, you guys are never going to get past Tampa and the Yankees. The only thing you'll have to be happy about come September is your fantasy league, and your victory there isn't even assured... even if you are beating me handily this week."
"We shall see, madam. We shall see." He said in his best 'hidden wisdom' voice, as if he already knew the future. "So, do you want me to just slide you into the pool now?"

Adrienne's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?! No! I don't want to go into the pool! My bandages will get all grody! I take it back! You won't be in last place because the Orioles will always suck more than the Jays!"

"It's a start, at least." Garrison smirked, patting her on the back.