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xp_logsSharon takes out Garrison and Scott for the promised drink for the DR simulation.
"So... what are you guys having?" Sharon remained standing as Scott and Garrison took their seats in the boot, intent on getting the promised drinks immediately. "Haven't been here that often, so not sure what is the best."
"Briar knows my order." Garrison said, giving a half-wave to the blonde behind the bar. Unlike Sharon, Kane was a regular at Harry's and their favourite impromptu bouncer when things got rowdy.
Scott settled back into the booth the group had claimed, unzipping his jacket as he nodded at the bar, "They've got a pretty good craft beer on tap," he informed Sharon, "I'll have one of those."
"Might give that a try as well..." Sharon made her way to the bar, flagging down Briar as soon as he seemed free. "Two of the beers on tap and one of Kane's orders, please." Five minutes later she was returning with two beers and a glass. "So, what is it that you are having, Kane? Does not look familiar." She asked as she handed him the glass and took her own seat.
"This is the post-mission drink, passed along to me by Logan. When I was a young man... and so pretty. So very very pretty. Logan came up to start training us, with the teen he's currently dating. Did I mention the Old Man is awful? So bad." Garrison tipped back the glass in a smooth gesture, draining it and wincing. "He explained that in Canada, he found that a mix of rye and Navel rum is an eye opener. He was right. Also, it kills most nationalities instantly. Weird guy, Logan." Kane waved for a pitcher of his normal Moosehead to be sent over.
Scott laughed quietly, shaking his head as he pointed at the bottle of beer standing behind the bar and indicated that they should bring over two. "He's the worst," he agreed with a playful smirk on his face, "You have no idea just how weird he can be, though there's no-one else you wan watching your back. No matter how much we fight when there's nothing else to do."
"You haven't been there when he's watching your back. A lot. Adrienne had to admonish him with words that are too expensive for me to use."
"So how comes you and Logan fight like cat and mice, Summers? He has so many charming nicknames for you." Sharon asked Scott with a grin and took a long drought of her beer. "Because of the rebel and the straight laced soldier thing you guys have going on? Or mystery woman in the past?"
Scott's face fell into neutral, like a mask sliding over his face, all emotion falling away, dying in his eyes as they looked deep into the depths of his beer, not looking up at Sharon as he watched the bubbles swirl along the surface of his drink. "Something like that," he acknowledged, his hand tightening his grip on the bottle, the flesh turning white under the pressure. "When he and I first met we fell out over a woman, and we've never met eye to eye since then. But I don't need to like the man to respect what he does."
"What about you, Sharon? Was it a mystery woman in your past that ended you up at Mutant High?"
"According to one of my friends back in Rapid City it was because of me being a bleeding heart... Climbed in after a guy who turned out to be the arsonist to save him. Before I knew it I was hauled in by the cops for being the arsonist myself. Rogue and Sue Storm got me out, but I figured it was best to find a new place... Here I am." Sharon related succinctly. "And how about you, Kane? How does a Mountie end up in the FBI?"
"Being pretty. So very, very pretty." He took a long draw from his pint. "Also, Department H wanted to see how the X-Men worked and needed a way to make it work. So I was seconded to the FBI. Fortunately, Fred Duncan likes me, so I've stuck around."
"Duncan just realized that the office needed some eye candy," Scott pointed out, the ghost of a smile touching his lips as his humor reasserted itself slowly. "He proved himself useful," he explained to Sharon, "so we decided to keep him around." The X-man's voice was flat, the perfect dead-pan.
Sharon looked Garrison up and down openly, a small grin playing around her lips. "Can't say I've met the man, but you're right about one thing. He has good taste. Don't you never miss Canada though, Kane? Seems a lot more peaceful there then over here."
"At times. But I can do more good here and any impact I make travels northward, so to speak. Besides, New York might be on a bigger scale than Toronto, but it is more similar than it is different."
"When you think about it, all major cities are kind of the same at heart," Scott noted, "New York, Toronto, London, they all feel the same." A wry look touched his lips as her took a sip of his beer, "crowded and metropolitan, I'm a small town boy at heart."
"You lived in many of the big cities then?" Sharon lifted an eyebrow at him. "If I hear the stories, you're kinda part of the furniture in the mansion with how long you've lived there?"
"I've visited," Scott allowed, leaning back in his chair so he could observe Sharon over the rim of his glass. "The benefit of working," he glanced around the room, his voice never missing a beat, "like I do is that I get to see a lot more places then anyone ever thought I would."
"But all in red. Eiffel Tower? Red. White House? Red House. Every blowjob? Red." Kane took another pull of his pint.
Sharon coughed as the beer went down wrong when she saw his annoyed look, though the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards. "That must've thrown a wrench into any visits to artsy stuff..." She commented when she had regained her breath. "That still so? You seeing red all the time?"
Scott shook his head, throwing Kane a long narrow-eyed look before he sighed, "No not anymore. My vision is the same as anybody else, actually better than most," she admitted. "I sometimes see red, but that's when I'm pretending to be superman, or having to put up with people like Logan who end up trying my patience." The man settled back in his chair, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips.
"The Old Man goes after everyone, Scott. It's his way of caring..." Kane said. "But, at the end of the day, there's no one you want in your corner."
"So he also goes after you, Kane?" Sharon raised an eyebrow at him. "That must be... interesting? Never thought your... interests would run that way." With a quick wave of her hand she ordered another round of what they were having.
"Goes after as in attacks. He likes to push buttons." Kane said, although his expression turned reflective. "At least, that's what I meant. He's lived a long time. For all I know he's got male partners or lovers in his past. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if he did."
Scott tipped back in his chair, a shallow smile playing across his lips as he inclined his head at Garrison, "You know, it wouldn't surprise me at all, he seems pretty happy with the way things are right now with Marie," she added before taking a sip of her beer.
"Marie?" Sharon frowned, trying to remember who of the people in the mansion he was talking about. Then one of the names of the medical dossiers occurred to her and her face cleared. "Oh, you mean Rogue? I saw them together. Seemed like two pea's in a pod."
Scott stared down into his beer, his eyes locked onto the bubbles as they chased one another up the sides of his glass, never quite closing, never quite pulling away, just chasing one another till they reached the surface and disappeared. "They're the closest to soul mates I've seen in a long time," his voice was quiet, flat and introspective as he fell silent.
Garrison winced at Scott's words. "Hey, Slim." He said, trying to break off the moment. The woman he loved had sacrificed herself against a twin and he had no time to mourn. "I got a twenty that says I can beat you and Sharon at a game of pool."
The brown-haired man looked up at Garrison, a silent nod of gratitude passing between the two men, a moment that hung in the air before he turned to look at Sharon. It would have taken someone who really knew him, someone who could see past the control, the mask he'd established as a leader of the X-men to catch the note of sad nostalgia in his voice. Memories of a past life not quite put to rest, "I'm not sure, I've heard that she's really good, might need to throw some incentive on the table to lure me in there."
Sharon rose from her seat, removing a twenty and tossing it on the table. "Why don't we go and find out?" She replied with a grin on her face, her competitive spirit directly engaged. "May the best one win."
"So... what are you guys having?" Sharon remained standing as Scott and Garrison took their seats in the boot, intent on getting the promised drinks immediately. "Haven't been here that often, so not sure what is the best."
"Briar knows my order." Garrison said, giving a half-wave to the blonde behind the bar. Unlike Sharon, Kane was a regular at Harry's and their favourite impromptu bouncer when things got rowdy.
Scott settled back into the booth the group had claimed, unzipping his jacket as he nodded at the bar, "They've got a pretty good craft beer on tap," he informed Sharon, "I'll have one of those."
"Might give that a try as well..." Sharon made her way to the bar, flagging down Briar as soon as he seemed free. "Two of the beers on tap and one of Kane's orders, please." Five minutes later she was returning with two beers and a glass. "So, what is it that you are having, Kane? Does not look familiar." She asked as she handed him the glass and took her own seat.
"This is the post-mission drink, passed along to me by Logan. When I was a young man... and so pretty. So very very pretty. Logan came up to start training us, with the teen he's currently dating. Did I mention the Old Man is awful? So bad." Garrison tipped back the glass in a smooth gesture, draining it and wincing. "He explained that in Canada, he found that a mix of rye and Navel rum is an eye opener. He was right. Also, it kills most nationalities instantly. Weird guy, Logan." Kane waved for a pitcher of his normal Moosehead to be sent over.
Scott laughed quietly, shaking his head as he pointed at the bottle of beer standing behind the bar and indicated that they should bring over two. "He's the worst," he agreed with a playful smirk on his face, "You have no idea just how weird he can be, though there's no-one else you wan watching your back. No matter how much we fight when there's nothing else to do."
"You haven't been there when he's watching your back. A lot. Adrienne had to admonish him with words that are too expensive for me to use."
"So how comes you and Logan fight like cat and mice, Summers? He has so many charming nicknames for you." Sharon asked Scott with a grin and took a long drought of her beer. "Because of the rebel and the straight laced soldier thing you guys have going on? Or mystery woman in the past?"
Scott's face fell into neutral, like a mask sliding over his face, all emotion falling away, dying in his eyes as they looked deep into the depths of his beer, not looking up at Sharon as he watched the bubbles swirl along the surface of his drink. "Something like that," he acknowledged, his hand tightening his grip on the bottle, the flesh turning white under the pressure. "When he and I first met we fell out over a woman, and we've never met eye to eye since then. But I don't need to like the man to respect what he does."
"What about you, Sharon? Was it a mystery woman in your past that ended you up at Mutant High?"
"According to one of my friends back in Rapid City it was because of me being a bleeding heart... Climbed in after a guy who turned out to be the arsonist to save him. Before I knew it I was hauled in by the cops for being the arsonist myself. Rogue and Sue Storm got me out, but I figured it was best to find a new place... Here I am." Sharon related succinctly. "And how about you, Kane? How does a Mountie end up in the FBI?"
"Being pretty. So very, very pretty." He took a long draw from his pint. "Also, Department H wanted to see how the X-Men worked and needed a way to make it work. So I was seconded to the FBI. Fortunately, Fred Duncan likes me, so I've stuck around."
"Duncan just realized that the office needed some eye candy," Scott pointed out, the ghost of a smile touching his lips as his humor reasserted itself slowly. "He proved himself useful," he explained to Sharon, "so we decided to keep him around." The X-man's voice was flat, the perfect dead-pan.
Sharon looked Garrison up and down openly, a small grin playing around her lips. "Can't say I've met the man, but you're right about one thing. He has good taste. Don't you never miss Canada though, Kane? Seems a lot more peaceful there then over here."
"At times. But I can do more good here and any impact I make travels northward, so to speak. Besides, New York might be on a bigger scale than Toronto, but it is more similar than it is different."
"When you think about it, all major cities are kind of the same at heart," Scott noted, "New York, Toronto, London, they all feel the same." A wry look touched his lips as her took a sip of his beer, "crowded and metropolitan, I'm a small town boy at heart."
"You lived in many of the big cities then?" Sharon lifted an eyebrow at him. "If I hear the stories, you're kinda part of the furniture in the mansion with how long you've lived there?"
"I've visited," Scott allowed, leaning back in his chair so he could observe Sharon over the rim of his glass. "The benefit of working," he glanced around the room, his voice never missing a beat, "like I do is that I get to see a lot more places then anyone ever thought I would."
"But all in red. Eiffel Tower? Red. White House? Red House. Every blowjob? Red." Kane took another pull of his pint.
Sharon coughed as the beer went down wrong when she saw his annoyed look, though the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards. "That must've thrown a wrench into any visits to artsy stuff..." She commented when she had regained her breath. "That still so? You seeing red all the time?"
Scott shook his head, throwing Kane a long narrow-eyed look before he sighed, "No not anymore. My vision is the same as anybody else, actually better than most," she admitted. "I sometimes see red, but that's when I'm pretending to be superman, or having to put up with people like Logan who end up trying my patience." The man settled back in his chair, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips.
"The Old Man goes after everyone, Scott. It's his way of caring..." Kane said. "But, at the end of the day, there's no one you want in your corner."
"So he also goes after you, Kane?" Sharon raised an eyebrow at him. "That must be... interesting? Never thought your... interests would run that way." With a quick wave of her hand she ordered another round of what they were having.
"Goes after as in attacks. He likes to push buttons." Kane said, although his expression turned reflective. "At least, that's what I meant. He's lived a long time. For all I know he's got male partners or lovers in his past. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if he did."
Scott tipped back in his chair, a shallow smile playing across his lips as he inclined his head at Garrison, "You know, it wouldn't surprise me at all, he seems pretty happy with the way things are right now with Marie," she added before taking a sip of her beer.
"Marie?" Sharon frowned, trying to remember who of the people in the mansion he was talking about. Then one of the names of the medical dossiers occurred to her and her face cleared. "Oh, you mean Rogue? I saw them together. Seemed like two pea's in a pod."
Scott stared down into his beer, his eyes locked onto the bubbles as they chased one another up the sides of his glass, never quite closing, never quite pulling away, just chasing one another till they reached the surface and disappeared. "They're the closest to soul mates I've seen in a long time," his voice was quiet, flat and introspective as he fell silent.
Garrison winced at Scott's words. "Hey, Slim." He said, trying to break off the moment. The woman he loved had sacrificed herself against a twin and he had no time to mourn. "I got a twenty that says I can beat you and Sharon at a game of pool."
The brown-haired man looked up at Garrison, a silent nod of gratitude passing between the two men, a moment that hung in the air before he turned to look at Sharon. It would have taken someone who really knew him, someone who could see past the control, the mask he'd established as a leader of the X-men to catch the note of sad nostalgia in his voice. Memories of a past life not quite put to rest, "I'm not sure, I've heard that she's really good, might need to throw some incentive on the table to lure me in there."
Sharon rose from her seat, removing a twenty and tossing it on the table. "Why don't we go and find out?" She replied with a grin on her face, her competitive spirit directly engaged. "May the best one win."
