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xp_logsAdrienne meets Rogue at Julian's party and they rebel at the fancy food, seeking out something a little more laid-back.
Julian's party was, as Adrienne expected, a glitzy, frenetic affair, a dizzying crush of people coupled with loud music, even louder voices, an ocean of alcohol and enough food to feed an army. In keeping with her custom of not drinking outside of the mansion or Harry's, Adrienne was sober, but she was beginning to feel inebriated due to the fact that her head was spinning as she tried to pay attention to the people and the fashion swirling around her. She'd been out of these circles for a long time now, recognizing less than half the people in Julian's apartment at any given time, which meant she was also networking like a madwoman, hoping to drum up clients for her consulting business out of these young, mutant-friendly society scions.
However, a two-day party was a marathon and not a sprint, a fact that Adrienne was forced to remind herself when her pitch started sounding robotic. Time to take a break, talk to someone about something other than business. Scanning the sea of bodies for a suitable candidate, she spotted Rogue. Or was it Marie? Adrienne wasn't sure. They'd seen each other around the mansion, of course, but Adrienne had been so swamped with work lately she hadn't been socializing much with the people she lived with, and as a result they had yet to have an actual conversation. It was time to rectify that.
"So, how much stuff do you think I could steal from here without Keller noticing?" Adrienne asked with a serious look on her face as she sidled up to Rogue, picking up a silver fork from the buffet table and pretending to examine it closely. Sure, she could have started with polite introductions and small talk, but where was the fun in that?
Rogue looked up from the table, happy for the distraction. She'd gotten separated from Jessica during the course of the evening, had consumed more alcohol than she'd anticipated, and now that she was hungry, she had no idea what was on the table.
"In that outfit, sugah, hardly nothin'. Ya ain't got no room to spare." Oh yeah -- the full Southern was out. After so many years out of the South. Her accent had mostly diminished, but throw in some booze, and it was like she was back in Mississippi. Rogue peeked around Adrienne and nodded with approval. "Now that purse on th' other hand.... mmhmm. Y'all could get away with a whole silver service." She paused and tilted her head. "Now that Ah think bout it, Ah'm pretty sure that's how mah granny got ours."
A cream puff caught her eye, and she snagged it off a passing waiter's tray. "Finally," she exclaimed. "Real food. Ah though Ah'd haveta starve afore Ah got some nourishment. Where's the boytoy?"
"Keller?" Adrienne asked, popping a cream puff in her mouth. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's off getting a quick hand-y in the closet." She instantly liked Rogue for the other woman's comments about her dress and her purse and the granny's silver. "I don't think we've officially met. Adrienne Frost." She stuck her right hand out towards Rogue while at the same time jerking her left hand towards the kitchen. "Wanna go try to find some real food?"
"Gawd, yes! If'n Julian and Ah are gonna be friends, he just has to accept that his kitchen is mah kitchen." Rogue shook the other woman's hand and couldn't for the life of her figure out why it sounded familiar until it was suddenly clear.
"Oh!!! You're Kane's woman! Girl, Ah've heard about you! Ah'm Rogue, and the pleasure is surely mine." So this was Mini-Emma. It seemed Adrienne had inherited all the manners in that family. "Let's go find some food!"
It was easy to find the kitchen, the hard part was avoiding all the waiters. "Why does everything haveta look so pretty? Ah don't wanna eat a rosebud watermelon, Ah feel too bad for th' person who hadta make it..."
Adrienne looked at some of the pretty food offerings, but no matter how hard she stared she couldn't make herself have feelings about not eating them. "You clearly have more of a social conscience than they're expecting from their clientele," she murmured, intending it as a compliment. She had no qualms about avoiding the waiters, either, striding confidently straight to Julian's freezer to search for some frozen fries or something along those lines. Everyone had frozen french fries, right? "So what have you heard about me?" she inquired, finding the fries and holding them up to the other woman, questioning look on her face that clearly said 'how about some fries?'
Rogue nodded jubilantly. Fries would be perfect. Normal food at last. "Truly," she started, holding the fruit in her hand, "Ah haven't heard much. Jus' that you 'n' Kane are smoochin' now, which is great. He needs someone prettier than him, otherwise, it all jus' goes to his head.". This was all said without a single note of jealousy. Rogue was genuinely happy for Garrison.
And she wasn't sure what she said aloud, so she just nodded again. "Ah think Ah heard something about fashion? Or business? Or maybe nothin' at all? It'd be better if y'all.just gave me the Coles notes to you, Emma Jr.".
Wait -- that last part was definitely supposed to be in her head. Shit.
Searching around for a baking tray, Adrienne chuckled at Rogue's comments. There was certainly a time when being called Emma Jr. might have offended and infuriated her, but she and Emma had come a long way in their relationship since then, and now she saw it as a compliment. "Fashion and business, I guess," Adrienne answered good-naturedly. She spied baking trays in the oven, filled with elaborate-looking finger food. Unceremoniously, she opened the oven, grabbed a towel, pulled a tray out, shoved the fancy food to one side of the tray and dumped some fries on the other half. "I own a controlling interest in a clothing shop in District X, and I started a consultancy firm that pretty much teaches businesses how to deal with mutants as employees and consumers. And I teach math at the school." She tried to think of more Coles notes. "Umm, I was a model a very long time ago, I was married but I had my husband killed, and I love the Red Sox more than life itself? Oh, and I think you're my favourite person for that observation about Kane needing someone prettier than him," she added, quite enjoying that line. "That's clearly why the two of you got on so well, huh?"
"S'the god honest truth," she replied with a large smile. Finally content with her inspection, she ate the watermelon piece, and chewed thoughtfully. "And Ah guess we got along pretty good. He don't take shit from me, an' Ah don't take shit from him. 'Course, that's prolly why we're better off as friends than anything else." She shrugged. "You sound like more fun: an ex model, fashionista with a business. All grown up! Al Ah have is a room with a seventies style bedspread, and mah clothes." She looked down at the long sleeved men's shirt that she had tied down with a belt and matched with skinny jeans and heels. "Although. Ah gotta say," she added, leaning in conspiratorially towards Adrienne. "Ah rock this. Ah really do."
"You do," Adrienne agreed, grinning at Rogue. She enjoyed people with self-confidence, particularly when it came to their comfort with their fashion choices. "If I still ran my modelling agency I'd be badgering you day and night to work for me. Although I suppose I'm not grown up enough, because if I was I might still have the modelling agency," she mused, opening Julian's fridge and grabbing two beers, since she had yet to find a waiter shilling something as pedestrian as beer at this party. Handing one to Rogue, she peered in the oven at the fries. "How do you like the seventies style bedspread?"
"Ah'd like it better if it wasn't th' stuff of nightmares! Psychedelic orange with brown flowers mighta been comfortin' for Moira, but not for me. " She gave a little shudder. "Course, can't complain when it's free....although, Ah think Ah prolly shoud jus' buy a new one. Maybe." she leaned her head down on the counter and watched Adrienne sideways. "Ah still can't get over how successful y'all are. Ah keep hearin' from.wveryone who is jus so settled 'n'...'n'....established! Gawd, I can't even dance on corners nd make money. Maybe Ah should get a monkey."
Adrienne raised a bemused eyebrow, turning her head sideways to meet Rogue's gaze. "Well, we already have a moose and a squirrel at the mansion, so I'm sure a monkey wouldn't go amiss. But I don't think you're unsettled or unsuccessful or not established. You did some really important work in Canada, from what Kane's told me. I know he's really grateful for what you did. Going undercover and such. I could never do that."
"Undercover isn't that bad," she said disinterestedly. Everyone wanted to talk about it. One day, she'd admit to everyone she gave up after a few years, and let the deep cover consume her. "It's just actin'. Keep it as close to your real syory as possible. Less chance ta be caught.". She straightened up and cleared her throat. "For instance, mah name is Marie. Undercover, Ah was Anna Marie. Li'l things like that make it so Ah don't get confused.". She sat thoughtfully for a while before continuing. "Kinda nicer to be someone else. Not be the girl with untouchable skin. Jus' be me."
Catching Rogue's disinterest in the topic, Adrienne filed the information about undercover and acting away and moved on rather than asking more questions about it. "Do you think Kane has a thing for girls with skin issues? And touch issues?" she mumbled thoughtfully, taking a long swig of her beer. "I mean, my fingertips absorb the history of whatever item I touch. I couldn't touch things for a really long time. And you can't be touched. Do you think it's a coincidence that he fell for both of us?"
"Well, now that's a complicated question with a fairly simple answer." Seeing Adrienne drink reminded Rogue of her own beer. Taking a swig, she pointed her index finger in the air, not letting go of the bottle. "Ya got Kane, pretty playboy extraordinaire. What do ya think when ya see him? Floozy. It's okay to admit it. Anyways, he's not. Heart of a marshmallow. Wants to love and be loved but he can't say that or show it, ya with me?". Another sip of her drink. "Now what's the best way to really make sure ya know someone? Sure ain't jumpin' in bed with them, right? Right. So!" She sat up straighter in her stool, almost falling over, but righting herself at the last minute. "He's got a girl that he can grow to love, no pressure for anything else, and frankly, he can just be himself with no expectations. Sweet fucking deal if'n you ask me."
"I dunno," Adrienne mused jokingly, lunging towards Rogue when it looked like she might fall over, "I still think it's a fetish. Although I think we definitely have to make sure that 'marshmallow heart' thing gets around to everyone," she amended, peering in the oven to check on the fries before sipping her beer again. "He'll love that. Did he do stupid things like try to beat up gods when he was dating you?"
Rogue shook her head. "Ya gotta remember girl, we were friends first so even when dating, we were still friends first. And now we are again friends. Wait -- that doesn't answer the question. Try again.". she narrowed her eyes, trying to concentrate. "Course he did stupid things, but that's Kane. He did it before, and he'll do it again. Ah think that's part of havin' his type o' mutation. Ah keep trying to remind him that invulnerability don't mean immortality but he shrugs me off. Don't blame him -- Ah hardly remember it mahself some days. All that matters," she continued, not even realizing she was switching subject, "is that y'all are happy and that there are fries."
Adrienne drained the rest of her beer. "Oh, there will be fries." She opened the oven to check them properly, grabbing one off the tray and holding it out to Rogue to test. "See, I was hoping you'd tell me what stupid things he did so that I can laugh at him. Like how he got shot in the ass on a mission once. Except, since I shot him, is that a stupid thing I did?"
Rogue took the fry and bit I to it. "Nice crunch," she exclaimed, nodding approvingly. "And do Ah have stories. Let me tell you about the time he thought he could handle a ghost pepper and then chased it down with a glass of Pepsi. Burn, baby, burn.". She shook her head, smiling. "Ah don't even remember what he was tryin' to prove. There's also the time when he....."
Julian's party was, as Adrienne expected, a glitzy, frenetic affair, a dizzying crush of people coupled with loud music, even louder voices, an ocean of alcohol and enough food to feed an army. In keeping with her custom of not drinking outside of the mansion or Harry's, Adrienne was sober, but she was beginning to feel inebriated due to the fact that her head was spinning as she tried to pay attention to the people and the fashion swirling around her. She'd been out of these circles for a long time now, recognizing less than half the people in Julian's apartment at any given time, which meant she was also networking like a madwoman, hoping to drum up clients for her consulting business out of these young, mutant-friendly society scions.
However, a two-day party was a marathon and not a sprint, a fact that Adrienne was forced to remind herself when her pitch started sounding robotic. Time to take a break, talk to someone about something other than business. Scanning the sea of bodies for a suitable candidate, she spotted Rogue. Or was it Marie? Adrienne wasn't sure. They'd seen each other around the mansion, of course, but Adrienne had been so swamped with work lately she hadn't been socializing much with the people she lived with, and as a result they had yet to have an actual conversation. It was time to rectify that.
"So, how much stuff do you think I could steal from here without Keller noticing?" Adrienne asked with a serious look on her face as she sidled up to Rogue, picking up a silver fork from the buffet table and pretending to examine it closely. Sure, she could have started with polite introductions and small talk, but where was the fun in that?
Rogue looked up from the table, happy for the distraction. She'd gotten separated from Jessica during the course of the evening, had consumed more alcohol than she'd anticipated, and now that she was hungry, she had no idea what was on the table.
"In that outfit, sugah, hardly nothin'. Ya ain't got no room to spare." Oh yeah -- the full Southern was out. After so many years out of the South. Her accent had mostly diminished, but throw in some booze, and it was like she was back in Mississippi. Rogue peeked around Adrienne and nodded with approval. "Now that purse on th' other hand.... mmhmm. Y'all could get away with a whole silver service." She paused and tilted her head. "Now that Ah think bout it, Ah'm pretty sure that's how mah granny got ours."
A cream puff caught her eye, and she snagged it off a passing waiter's tray. "Finally," she exclaimed. "Real food. Ah though Ah'd haveta starve afore Ah got some nourishment. Where's the boytoy?"
"Keller?" Adrienne asked, popping a cream puff in her mouth. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's off getting a quick hand-y in the closet." She instantly liked Rogue for the other woman's comments about her dress and her purse and the granny's silver. "I don't think we've officially met. Adrienne Frost." She stuck her right hand out towards Rogue while at the same time jerking her left hand towards the kitchen. "Wanna go try to find some real food?"
"Gawd, yes! If'n Julian and Ah are gonna be friends, he just has to accept that his kitchen is mah kitchen." Rogue shook the other woman's hand and couldn't for the life of her figure out why it sounded familiar until it was suddenly clear.
"Oh!!! You're Kane's woman! Girl, Ah've heard about you! Ah'm Rogue, and the pleasure is surely mine." So this was Mini-Emma. It seemed Adrienne had inherited all the manners in that family. "Let's go find some food!"
It was easy to find the kitchen, the hard part was avoiding all the waiters. "Why does everything haveta look so pretty? Ah don't wanna eat a rosebud watermelon, Ah feel too bad for th' person who hadta make it..."
Adrienne looked at some of the pretty food offerings, but no matter how hard she stared she couldn't make herself have feelings about not eating them. "You clearly have more of a social conscience than they're expecting from their clientele," she murmured, intending it as a compliment. She had no qualms about avoiding the waiters, either, striding confidently straight to Julian's freezer to search for some frozen fries or something along those lines. Everyone had frozen french fries, right? "So what have you heard about me?" she inquired, finding the fries and holding them up to the other woman, questioning look on her face that clearly said 'how about some fries?'
Rogue nodded jubilantly. Fries would be perfect. Normal food at last. "Truly," she started, holding the fruit in her hand, "Ah haven't heard much. Jus' that you 'n' Kane are smoochin' now, which is great. He needs someone prettier than him, otherwise, it all jus' goes to his head.". This was all said without a single note of jealousy. Rogue was genuinely happy for Garrison.
And she wasn't sure what she said aloud, so she just nodded again. "Ah think Ah heard something about fashion? Or business? Or maybe nothin' at all? It'd be better if y'all.just gave me the Coles notes to you, Emma Jr.".
Wait -- that last part was definitely supposed to be in her head. Shit.
Searching around for a baking tray, Adrienne chuckled at Rogue's comments. There was certainly a time when being called Emma Jr. might have offended and infuriated her, but she and Emma had come a long way in their relationship since then, and now she saw it as a compliment. "Fashion and business, I guess," Adrienne answered good-naturedly. She spied baking trays in the oven, filled with elaborate-looking finger food. Unceremoniously, she opened the oven, grabbed a towel, pulled a tray out, shoved the fancy food to one side of the tray and dumped some fries on the other half. "I own a controlling interest in a clothing shop in District X, and I started a consultancy firm that pretty much teaches businesses how to deal with mutants as employees and consumers. And I teach math at the school." She tried to think of more Coles notes. "Umm, I was a model a very long time ago, I was married but I had my husband killed, and I love the Red Sox more than life itself? Oh, and I think you're my favourite person for that observation about Kane needing someone prettier than him," she added, quite enjoying that line. "That's clearly why the two of you got on so well, huh?"
"S'the god honest truth," she replied with a large smile. Finally content with her inspection, she ate the watermelon piece, and chewed thoughtfully. "And Ah guess we got along pretty good. He don't take shit from me, an' Ah don't take shit from him. 'Course, that's prolly why we're better off as friends than anything else." She shrugged. "You sound like more fun: an ex model, fashionista with a business. All grown up! Al Ah have is a room with a seventies style bedspread, and mah clothes." She looked down at the long sleeved men's shirt that she had tied down with a belt and matched with skinny jeans and heels. "Although. Ah gotta say," she added, leaning in conspiratorially towards Adrienne. "Ah rock this. Ah really do."
"You do," Adrienne agreed, grinning at Rogue. She enjoyed people with self-confidence, particularly when it came to their comfort with their fashion choices. "If I still ran my modelling agency I'd be badgering you day and night to work for me. Although I suppose I'm not grown up enough, because if I was I might still have the modelling agency," she mused, opening Julian's fridge and grabbing two beers, since she had yet to find a waiter shilling something as pedestrian as beer at this party. Handing one to Rogue, she peered in the oven at the fries. "How do you like the seventies style bedspread?"
"Ah'd like it better if it wasn't th' stuff of nightmares! Psychedelic orange with brown flowers mighta been comfortin' for Moira, but not for me. " She gave a little shudder. "Course, can't complain when it's free....although, Ah think Ah prolly shoud jus' buy a new one. Maybe." she leaned her head down on the counter and watched Adrienne sideways. "Ah still can't get over how successful y'all are. Ah keep hearin' from.wveryone who is jus so settled 'n'...'n'....established! Gawd, I can't even dance on corners nd make money. Maybe Ah should get a monkey."
Adrienne raised a bemused eyebrow, turning her head sideways to meet Rogue's gaze. "Well, we already have a moose and a squirrel at the mansion, so I'm sure a monkey wouldn't go amiss. But I don't think you're unsettled or unsuccessful or not established. You did some really important work in Canada, from what Kane's told me. I know he's really grateful for what you did. Going undercover and such. I could never do that."
"Undercover isn't that bad," she said disinterestedly. Everyone wanted to talk about it. One day, she'd admit to everyone she gave up after a few years, and let the deep cover consume her. "It's just actin'. Keep it as close to your real syory as possible. Less chance ta be caught.". She straightened up and cleared her throat. "For instance, mah name is Marie. Undercover, Ah was Anna Marie. Li'l things like that make it so Ah don't get confused.". She sat thoughtfully for a while before continuing. "Kinda nicer to be someone else. Not be the girl with untouchable skin. Jus' be me."
Catching Rogue's disinterest in the topic, Adrienne filed the information about undercover and acting away and moved on rather than asking more questions about it. "Do you think Kane has a thing for girls with skin issues? And touch issues?" she mumbled thoughtfully, taking a long swig of her beer. "I mean, my fingertips absorb the history of whatever item I touch. I couldn't touch things for a really long time. And you can't be touched. Do you think it's a coincidence that he fell for both of us?"
"Well, now that's a complicated question with a fairly simple answer." Seeing Adrienne drink reminded Rogue of her own beer. Taking a swig, she pointed her index finger in the air, not letting go of the bottle. "Ya got Kane, pretty playboy extraordinaire. What do ya think when ya see him? Floozy. It's okay to admit it. Anyways, he's not. Heart of a marshmallow. Wants to love and be loved but he can't say that or show it, ya with me?". Another sip of her drink. "Now what's the best way to really make sure ya know someone? Sure ain't jumpin' in bed with them, right? Right. So!" She sat up straighter in her stool, almost falling over, but righting herself at the last minute. "He's got a girl that he can grow to love, no pressure for anything else, and frankly, he can just be himself with no expectations. Sweet fucking deal if'n you ask me."
"I dunno," Adrienne mused jokingly, lunging towards Rogue when it looked like she might fall over, "I still think it's a fetish. Although I think we definitely have to make sure that 'marshmallow heart' thing gets around to everyone," she amended, peering in the oven to check on the fries before sipping her beer again. "He'll love that. Did he do stupid things like try to beat up gods when he was dating you?"
Rogue shook her head. "Ya gotta remember girl, we were friends first so even when dating, we were still friends first. And now we are again friends. Wait -- that doesn't answer the question. Try again.". she narrowed her eyes, trying to concentrate. "Course he did stupid things, but that's Kane. He did it before, and he'll do it again. Ah think that's part of havin' his type o' mutation. Ah keep trying to remind him that invulnerability don't mean immortality but he shrugs me off. Don't blame him -- Ah hardly remember it mahself some days. All that matters," she continued, not even realizing she was switching subject, "is that y'all are happy and that there are fries."
Adrienne drained the rest of her beer. "Oh, there will be fries." She opened the oven to check them properly, grabbing one off the tray and holding it out to Rogue to test. "See, I was hoping you'd tell me what stupid things he did so that I can laugh at him. Like how he got shot in the ass on a mission once. Except, since I shot him, is that a stupid thing I did?"
Rogue took the fry and bit I to it. "Nice crunch," she exclaimed, nodding approvingly. "And do Ah have stories. Let me tell you about the time he thought he could handle a ghost pepper and then chased it down with a glass of Pepsi. Burn, baby, burn.". She shook her head, smiling. "Ah don't even remember what he was tryin' to prove. There's also the time when he....."
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