Christmas Eve: Kane and Marie

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Marie and Garrison talk well into the drinks on Christmas Eve



"Will Santa still come if I'm completely wasted?," Rogue asked Kane, a drink firmly in her hand. "Because I'm already more than halfway there but I still want presents.‎". She leaned towards him and whispered loudly. "I asked for a pony."

"This mansion has a half dozen horses and a moose. What do you need a pony for?" Kane drained off a third of his pint in a long swallow. All around them, the party was in full blast. Someone kept putting up mistletoe to the point that the ceiling of the bar looked like it was shag carpeted. He was currently blaming Clarice.

"Because! I never asked for a pony when I was a kid, and that's a girl trope I should do something about," Rogue explained, rolling her eyes. "Geez, Kane. Get with the program. Besides," she added, "does anyone ever need a pony? I mean, what good are they anyways? Silly mini horses."‎

"According to those hobbit movies, they're good eating. Maybe it is like having emergency rations that you can badly ride?"

"I ate horse once in Europe," Rogue confessed. "It tasted like sadness. I couldn't get over the whole domesticated animal thing. Although, cows are, and they're delicious."

"Cows are dumb. Horses aren't." He said. After all, he was part of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and he was a well trained horseman. "Dumb animals and delicious animals are worth eating. By the way, you may need to slow down there, Beulah. You've got that 'can I make out on the pool table?' look."

"More like can I make out WITH the pool table, amirite?" The silence from Kane was not reassuring. "Geez, and here I thought I was hilarious."

"Sorry. Just, you know, pool cue close at hand, I could see you going all the way with it." Kane waved at Brier, the universal signal for more drinks. "You and the Old Man sticking around tomorrow? Adri and I are likely going to do dinner somewhere. You're welcome to join us."

Rogue nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds good, sugah! I'll say yes for the both of us, and tell him about it later.". She finished her drink and gave a satisfied sigh. "And it'll be nice to see my wife. I miss seeing her everyday. I was a shitty assistant, so I don't blame the mutual firing quitting thing...but yah. I miss her."

"She's having some issues, but the company is doing well and we're figuring things out. I'm hoping she'll be a little more social. This could be a good start for that."

"Good." Rogue meant that. It would be sad if things went downhill.....wait...."Hey, wait a second -- What do you mean you're figuring things out? Are you guys having problems? Don't divorce! I can't choose between you!!!" She paused. "But maybe then I'd get double the presents at Christmas..."

"We're not married, meat head. And if you're the stepchild in this, we've already slept together... wait, that makes it one of those porn films where the step-daughter seduces her mother's partner and then the mother catches them and teaches her how to have sex properly..." Kane paused, rubbing his chin. "I bet I could get Adri to sign off on that."

Rogue tilted her head. "Does that Logan the director who ends up stepping in since no one knows what they're doing? Or is he the creepy old man watching?"

The waitress passed by with another drink, which Rogue accepted gratefully. She took a sip and shook her head. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't wanna know."

"Nah, he's the Peter North guy who comes in and reams you until you're... pleasured. Educated. Something like that." Kane said, draining his pint. "You alright babe?"

"Not sure," was the honest answer. "I probably should have eaten lunch or something, huh?". She gave a lopsided grin. "Dinner. Dinner comes after lunch. I'm drunk. What was in all that beer?"

"Beer." Kane waved over to Melana for some chicken wings. "You know, you need to do better than fling yourself at shots, Beulah."

"But I haven't gotten wasted in forreeevveeer.". She gave a pout. "I've been trying this thing called 'adulthood' and 'responsibility'. Let me tell you," Rogue pointed a finger at Kane, "it sucks."‎

"Seriously? What have you and Logan been doing?" Kane tossed back a shot like emphasis.

"Not getting wasted." She shook her head sadly. "I've had to actually drink alcohol to appreciate it. And," Rogue added, "I've learned that I don't really 'get' wine. It kind of all tastes the same to me."‎

"Adri's been schooling me in it. I get the difference between the types and between good wine and bad wine. But I don't get the difference between good wine and really good wine yet. Although, I have to admit, champagne is a lot of fun." Her return to a lofty financial status had earned them a few perks.

Rogue thought for a moment. "Have I had champagne before? I feel that's a yes, but I can't think of a specific moment..."‎

"At least a few times with me. Couple of New Years Eves. Oh, remember the one that you got wasted and kept showing me how much you never needed to wear a bra? I think it was the coffee mug full of champagne that contributed to that one."

Rogue quirked an eyebrow. "Did you have a stroke or somethin'? That sentence made no sense. I would never do that.". Or would she.... "and if'n I can't remember, then I blame the champagne. Let's stay away from that. I don't think Logan would like me showin' off the goods."

"I think you're safe. We're all friends here and, honestly, you're not still basically a kid."

"Gawd I should not.". She shook her head. "Being 16 twice is more than enough. I'm never getting younger again!"‎

"You're in luck, because I think your odds of that being true are pretty high."