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Rogue and Garrison gossip like old maids while out for a beer. Taboo topics (like weddings) are freely discussed.
"So then Fred mentions that the morgue has the body of wannabe terrorist who managed to blow himself up with an explosive vest he was building. I go down and the guy says he's going to show me the body of the suspect. Does he go to the big wall of person sized steel drawers? No. He pulled out a fucking envelope. My hand to god. Not even a big manila envelope. One like they send your phone bill in a shakes out two small baggies with, like, a third of a toe in each." Kane shook his head and took a sip from his pint at Harry's. "Smug fuck asked me if it looks like my suspect. Nearly chokes when I mentioned on our surveillance, he seemed taller."
Rogue laughed, shaking her head. "I have no idea how you manage working with those law types all the time. They think they got you all the time, and then when you one-up them, they're just frozen. I mean, come on -- have some follow through for once!"
"The guys at the morgue think they can gross everyone out all the time. I once had one show me a body while he was eating a jam sandwich. Kept looking for a reaction as I'm looking at a bullet riddled torso while he munched away." Kane shrugged, taking another gulp out of his beer. "So, that was my day. You?"
"People obviously have no idea who you are." Reaching for her drink, she sipped while thinking about her day. "What did I do....I dunno? The usual stuff. Didn't see any dead bodies, if that's what you're asking, but holy shit, I don't remember high school being so brutal!" She shook her head. "I thought we were living in this woke world, where the teens were spearheading all the changes, but nope - still see bullying, still see shitty behaviour. It's stupid." Rogue brushed her hair behind her ears and sighed. "Sometimes, I think this world is just fucked."
"Maybe. But there's positive signs as well. It's hard to see sometimes but its there." He said. "I mean, when I was a kid, the only bullying anyone cared about was if lunch money was involved and even that not so much. No one was worrying about using the word retarded. Having a gay couple as parents? The wheels of change grind slowly and unevenly, but they do grind."
"Also true." Rogue had to give him that. "I think I'm just in a blah mood these days. I mean, this is my dream job! I love it! Working with kids, affecting change on a micro level, I mean, shouldn't I be thrilled with this?? And then I just want to punch a wall when I have to deal with bureaucracy. ugh. Now THAT's a superhero's REAL enemy. Paperwork. Funding. Gag."
"You are talking to a guy who does paperwork every day. It;s fine, Beulah. Accept the foes you can't punch to death."
"But I don't waaaannnttt tooooo." Why yes, she was whining. Deal. Motioning to their waitress, she traded her now empty beer for a new one. "You know, it's been a while since I went drinking. I'm all responsible and shit lately. It's pretty cool but also pretty boring. Anyways, back to what we were saying -- I can too punch a piece of paper. Or cut it with scissors. Or let it mysteriously disappear. I mean, I won't make any friends at work, but who cares! I have enough friends anyways." She grinned widely at Kane. "You realize you've been stuck with me for like a decades now, eh?"
"Yeah, but I don't get you naked any more. I get you arguing with my sister about me being terrible." Kane sighed theatrically. "Also, you went on a trip with my dad. Shit, you're a Kane, Marie!" He waved for Harry. "Give me your best champagne!" "It;s $800 dollars." "Give me your best champagne for less than a hundred dollars!" He grinned maniacally back at Rogue. "This is a christening."
Rogue snorted. "A christening? Nah, I'm not accepting that. What I neeeed is Canadian citizenship, and since Logan won't ever get married, I don't know how in the hell I'm going to acknowledge that." A beat. "Actually, I'm pretty sure he won't ever get married. Now that I think about it, I don't know if we've ever discussed that ...which is kind of fine by me because getting married sounds lame. Why in the hell would you want a piece of paper binding you to someone? Doesn't it mean more when you stay together and don't HAVE to?"
"So marry my sister. I mean, she keeps bragging to me she slept with you before me. She's finishing her internship in Germany next month." He said. "Or, are you pissed at Logan not trying anything?"
Rogue shook her head. "No, why would I be pissed? Like I said, NEITHER of us have ever brought it up. I mean, come on, let's look at the facts: we have lived together, one way or another for like ...eons. I get him. He gets me. I literally have him in my head and have acquired a slight healing factor. Why would we ever break up?" They suited each other very well, she thought, and had always thought. "We make perfect sense. Why fuck that up with a wedding?"
"I don't think the piece of paper means you need to stay together. For some people, the symbolism means something. Or represents something." He pointed at her over his pint. "Also, you didn't used to think marriage was dumb. Did it change because of Logan or before then?"
"I'm not exactly 20 anymore, Kane," Rogue pointed out. "That young Southern belle who wanted a whole floofy princess dress and had her colour scheme figured out? Poof! Out in the air it goes, and that's okay. I'm actually just really happy being me, being with Logan, and letting us ...exist together. I love him, and that's all I need." She thought for a moment. "Okay, and food. Maybe I do still want a wedding for the food. Holy shit, can you imagine? I would legit go through facebook and take all the trashy ideas ... a poutine fountain would be heaven ."
"The trashy ideas are strong with this one..." Kane quipped. "I know you've changed. I just didn't know when or why. No judgement. I'm more than happy living in sin with my rich girlfriend and not having to watch my sister, father and the Hellfire Club create the more awkward reception in history. Shit, by midnight, Vikks would be the new Black Queen or something."
"You guys would be a cute married couple though. Garrison Frost." Rogue was teasing..only a little bit. There was no way Andrienne would become Kane... "OH! Or you guys could be super hip and trendy and mash up your names. Frane. Kost. Kanest. Frostane. Oh, the possiblities are ENDLESS"
"I don't know, Adrienne Kane is kind of badass too. I mean, we'd need to turn Vikks into some kind of special ops person instead of letting her be the brilliant actual brain surgeon she is but past that..." Rogue pouted. "You guys are so much cooler than the boring 'take your husband's name' crap. Come on...."
"My dad was James Bond. I got a serious leg up on the coolness factor. Although, you are with the potentially old guy of history. I mean, for all we know, Logan was born in the 15th century or something. That's boss."
Rogue laughed. It was something she'd never really brought up with Logan, except in a teasing way. It wasn't fair to speculate when he would never know the truth. "Yah, Daddy Kane is pretty damn cool except he won't adopt me, so he loses some points there."
"Sadly, you met him at the wrong time to become his latest wife." Kane shook his head. Over the years, his relationship with Didi had improved, but his lingering issues with his mother's death always got in the way.
"Which does suck. I would have loved to be your step-momma. Send you to your room, make you do dishes, grow a wart on my nose..." She ticked off all the things that stereotypical step-mothers did. "Wouldn't that have been something?"
"There are entirely too many videos on the porn sites which depict our former relationship as step-mom helps out son." He said, sipping his beer. "Although the wart is coming along nicely."
Rogue rolled her eyes. It was always sex with this one. "Anyways! Thanks for inviting me out. It's nice to get out sometimes."
"You win. So, who picks up the tab?"
"The older ugly one of course. So Logan." Rogue grinned and pulled out a debit card. "More drinks?"
"So then Fred mentions that the morgue has the body of wannabe terrorist who managed to blow himself up with an explosive vest he was building. I go down and the guy says he's going to show me the body of the suspect. Does he go to the big wall of person sized steel drawers? No. He pulled out a fucking envelope. My hand to god. Not even a big manila envelope. One like they send your phone bill in a shakes out two small baggies with, like, a third of a toe in each." Kane shook his head and took a sip from his pint at Harry's. "Smug fuck asked me if it looks like my suspect. Nearly chokes when I mentioned on our surveillance, he seemed taller."
Rogue laughed, shaking her head. "I have no idea how you manage working with those law types all the time. They think they got you all the time, and then when you one-up them, they're just frozen. I mean, come on -- have some follow through for once!"
"The guys at the morgue think they can gross everyone out all the time. I once had one show me a body while he was eating a jam sandwich. Kept looking for a reaction as I'm looking at a bullet riddled torso while he munched away." Kane shrugged, taking another gulp out of his beer. "So, that was my day. You?"
"People obviously have no idea who you are." Reaching for her drink, she sipped while thinking about her day. "What did I do....I dunno? The usual stuff. Didn't see any dead bodies, if that's what you're asking, but holy shit, I don't remember high school being so brutal!" She shook her head. "I thought we were living in this woke world, where the teens were spearheading all the changes, but nope - still see bullying, still see shitty behaviour. It's stupid." Rogue brushed her hair behind her ears and sighed. "Sometimes, I think this world is just fucked."
"Maybe. But there's positive signs as well. It's hard to see sometimes but its there." He said. "I mean, when I was a kid, the only bullying anyone cared about was if lunch money was involved and even that not so much. No one was worrying about using the word retarded. Having a gay couple as parents? The wheels of change grind slowly and unevenly, but they do grind."
"Also true." Rogue had to give him that. "I think I'm just in a blah mood these days. I mean, this is my dream job! I love it! Working with kids, affecting change on a micro level, I mean, shouldn't I be thrilled with this?? And then I just want to punch a wall when I have to deal with bureaucracy. ugh. Now THAT's a superhero's REAL enemy. Paperwork. Funding. Gag."
"You are talking to a guy who does paperwork every day. It;s fine, Beulah. Accept the foes you can't punch to death."
"But I don't waaaannnttt tooooo." Why yes, she was whining. Deal. Motioning to their waitress, she traded her now empty beer for a new one. "You know, it's been a while since I went drinking. I'm all responsible and shit lately. It's pretty cool but also pretty boring. Anyways, back to what we were saying -- I can too punch a piece of paper. Or cut it with scissors. Or let it mysteriously disappear. I mean, I won't make any friends at work, but who cares! I have enough friends anyways." She grinned widely at Kane. "You realize you've been stuck with me for like a decades now, eh?"
"Yeah, but I don't get you naked any more. I get you arguing with my sister about me being terrible." Kane sighed theatrically. "Also, you went on a trip with my dad. Shit, you're a Kane, Marie!" He waved for Harry. "Give me your best champagne!" "It;s $800 dollars." "Give me your best champagne for less than a hundred dollars!" He grinned maniacally back at Rogue. "This is a christening."
Rogue snorted. "A christening? Nah, I'm not accepting that. What I neeeed is Canadian citizenship, and since Logan won't ever get married, I don't know how in the hell I'm going to acknowledge that." A beat. "Actually, I'm pretty sure he won't ever get married. Now that I think about it, I don't know if we've ever discussed that ...which is kind of fine by me because getting married sounds lame. Why in the hell would you want a piece of paper binding you to someone? Doesn't it mean more when you stay together and don't HAVE to?"
"So marry my sister. I mean, she keeps bragging to me she slept with you before me. She's finishing her internship in Germany next month." He said. "Or, are you pissed at Logan not trying anything?"
Rogue shook her head. "No, why would I be pissed? Like I said, NEITHER of us have ever brought it up. I mean, come on, let's look at the facts: we have lived together, one way or another for like ...eons. I get him. He gets me. I literally have him in my head and have acquired a slight healing factor. Why would we ever break up?" They suited each other very well, she thought, and had always thought. "We make perfect sense. Why fuck that up with a wedding?"
"I don't think the piece of paper means you need to stay together. For some people, the symbolism means something. Or represents something." He pointed at her over his pint. "Also, you didn't used to think marriage was dumb. Did it change because of Logan or before then?"
"I'm not exactly 20 anymore, Kane," Rogue pointed out. "That young Southern belle who wanted a whole floofy princess dress and had her colour scheme figured out? Poof! Out in the air it goes, and that's okay. I'm actually just really happy being me, being with Logan, and letting us ...exist together. I love him, and that's all I need." She thought for a moment. "Okay, and food. Maybe I do still want a wedding for the food. Holy shit, can you imagine? I would legit go through facebook and take all the trashy ideas ... a poutine fountain would be heaven ."
"The trashy ideas are strong with this one..." Kane quipped. "I know you've changed. I just didn't know when or why. No judgement. I'm more than happy living in sin with my rich girlfriend and not having to watch my sister, father and the Hellfire Club create the more awkward reception in history. Shit, by midnight, Vikks would be the new Black Queen or something."
"You guys would be a cute married couple though. Garrison Frost." Rogue was teasing..only a little bit. There was no way Andrienne would become Kane... "OH! Or you guys could be super hip and trendy and mash up your names. Frane. Kost. Kanest. Frostane. Oh, the possiblities are ENDLESS"
"I don't know, Adrienne Kane is kind of badass too. I mean, we'd need to turn Vikks into some kind of special ops person instead of letting her be the brilliant actual brain surgeon she is but past that..." Rogue pouted. "You guys are so much cooler than the boring 'take your husband's name' crap. Come on...."
"My dad was James Bond. I got a serious leg up on the coolness factor. Although, you are with the potentially old guy of history. I mean, for all we know, Logan was born in the 15th century or something. That's boss."
Rogue laughed. It was something she'd never really brought up with Logan, except in a teasing way. It wasn't fair to speculate when he would never know the truth. "Yah, Daddy Kane is pretty damn cool except he won't adopt me, so he loses some points there."
"Sadly, you met him at the wrong time to become his latest wife." Kane shook his head. Over the years, his relationship with Didi had improved, but his lingering issues with his mother's death always got in the way.
"Which does suck. I would have loved to be your step-momma. Send you to your room, make you do dishes, grow a wart on my nose..." She ticked off all the things that stereotypical step-mothers did. "Wouldn't that have been something?"
"There are entirely too many videos on the porn sites which depict our former relationship as step-mom helps out son." He said, sipping his beer. "Although the wart is coming along nicely."
Rogue rolled her eyes. It was always sex with this one. "Anyways! Thanks for inviting me out. It's nice to get out sometimes."
"You win. So, who picks up the tab?"
"The older ugly one of course. So Logan." Rogue grinned and pulled out a debit card. "More drinks?"