Log: Gutter Balls
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xp_logsLogan, Rogue, Garrison and Adrienne try a double date at the bowling alley
Four superheros walk into a bowling alley and ...
After yet another gutter ball, Rogue had to admit: she was having a blast. Normal' barely covered their lives, so doing something like this? Excellent. Doing something like this with the people she loved the most? Even better.
"I have no idea why I can't even get a hit," she said, pouting as she reached for her drink. "I mean, I completely aced this when the Wii came out. I was like a backwards Wii bowling champion. Shouldn't that count for something?"
Logan simply looked at the scoreboard and shrugged. He was doing okay. He'd gotten a majority of pins down most of the time, but a strike was still eluding him. "Sweetheart, the Wii and actual bowling are two different things. That thing had no weight to it." He took a sip of his beer as Kane got up to take his turn in the lane.
"There's an easy heavy balls joke that I'm going to be mature enough not to make." Kane said. After all, considering his score, banter was about all he had to contribute to his team. If they let him pitch the ball, he'd be fine, but rolling while suppressing his strength and obviously some lack of experience had made the gutters his normal fate.
“I don’t understand you guys at all,” Adrienne shrugged, taking a sip of beer from her bottle. “You guys are supposed to be the healthy ones; i’m supposed to be the one recovering from a year-long coma. Why am i the best bowler here? I think you’re wrong about there being a difference between video games and real life, Logan,” she added with a smirk. “All I’ve been doing lately is playing video games, and I’m bowling amazing!”
"Oh!" Rogue popped her head up, smiling widely. "Can we talk about that now? Your coma. Because I have been DYING to know if you lived like an entire life in there. A year, that's a long time to be stuck in your own head...and let me say, I know something about living in one's head." She tapped her forehead and laughed. "If it wasn't for Emma, it'd still be one good ol' jumble in there but as is? I have to say, it looks lovely now."
Logan simply arched an eyebrow at Adrienne. Of all of them, she was the lucky one in not having to figure out what was a normal amount of strength to put into throwing a bowling ball. He shifted in his seat a little at Rogue's question. He was curious himself since mind shenanigans always left a mark no matter the best intentions. "Probably was a bit of a reprieve from the lives we normally get."
“Well... it’s pretty organized in there now,” Adrienne responded with a shrug, taking a sip of her beer. “Compared to the mess it used to be. I... I don’t think it felt like a long time, though? I dunno. Time’s a bit weird in there i guess? But yeah,” she added with a smirk at Logan, “i guess it was kinda nice to not have to worry about, like, the constant threat of death or the powers-related shenanigans of moody teenagers.”
"Hey, as long as you're not in that coma... wait, hang on." It was his turn and in the next sixty seconds, Kane both his seventh ball of the night into the left gutter. "Fuuuck. But, as long as you're back, that's a positive."
"Oh totally -- I mean, I am sooo happy to have you back, wife. You know how many nights I had to entertain this loser?" loser being Kane of course. Stepping up for her turn, Rogue blew out a breath and tried her best to control it, but it was a little harder than she meant. When she heard the crack, she worried she'd broken something but thankfully not. "And think of the cool story you can tell your kids one day," she teased.
"Definitely one of the tamer stories, anyway," Logan said as he got up to take his turn. He had less of an issue than Rogue and Kane but he was still more used to using every ounce of force that his adamantium provided than holding it back. The ball skittered back and forth down the lane and finally managed to clip several pins before falling into the gutter.
Adrienne did a spit-take of her beer at Rogue's mention of kids, soaking herself. "Gaaah! Look what you made me do! You're the worst," she frowns at Rogue. "Why would you mention that evil word to me?"
"Because that's what friends do?" Rogue grinned widely and glanced at Garrison. "Kane and I even planed your wedding the other day. Sorry Adri, but your colours are salmon pink and seafoam, and the officiant is Elvis. I don't make the rules, just gotta enforce them."
"Spins lies and tells falsehoods. I told you she was a witch." Kane waved her off, trying to line up his throw. "Besides, our kids would have to go to the Hellfire Club daycare and that's just a disturbing prospect. 'Recite with me, kids. A is for Anal Plug'."
Logan snorted at Kane's words. "That'd probably be the least of your worries," he said as he watched Kane manage to not get another gutter ball. "I'd be more worried about the brainwashin' and schemin' that seem to be taught from the cradle."
Adrienne shuddered a bunch of times, though the scary part was probably the fact that she shuddered more about the salmon pink and seafoam than she did about Hellfire Club daycare. "I got more than enough of my fill of children as a teacher, thanks. And I did the marriage thing once. Ain't gonna make that mistake again! Besides, what's the point anymore, when just living with someone now is enough to entitle them to half your stuff? But hey, I'm sure we can just change the names on the wedding deposits to you guys," she teased Rogue and Logan.
"You can't get married if you don't have last names," Rogue said back cheekily. "And I ain't got a last name that I care to own up to." She gave Logan a look and a smile. "Also, you're exactly right -- already living in sin, fornicating and all that crap -- I mean, all we need is a puppy and a fence and we got the dream going, hey sugar?" She tilted her head. "Maybe we could build a fence around our room."
Logan arched an eyebrow. “Think the Professor and Scott might have a fit there.” Though Rogue might be able to talk even those two around to letting them do it. “Legal things are all fine and good if ya don’t have too many holes. Think between the two of us, we’d raise more suspicions than anythin’ else. Kane’s all squeaky clean though, so you two should be good.”
"True. My birth certificate isn't carved into a stone tablet like Logan's. Although, I won't lie that Duncan has dropped a couple of hints. So, honey, if we ever get married, I think he's angling for Maid of Honour for you." He returned to his seat to add a whole 3 to his score.
“Hmm. Well, he is kinda the reason we’re together, so I guess that makes sense?” Adrienne shrugged as she took her turn. “Sorry, Rogue. Although, it doesn’t really matter because I’m never ever ever getting married again. Not even if Garrison was going to be deported back to Canada and I had to marry him to keep him in the country. Sorry, Slick. I’ll come visit you up north, though. I promise.”
"Ah man, I'd just go to Canada. So much better than here right now," Rogue said with a laugh. "And come on -- poutine for daaaays! Who wouldn't want that?"
"Might actually be nicer to be runnin' 'round up there as who we are anyway." Logan went to take his turn at the lane and managed this time around to knock several pins down as the ball spun its way into the back of lane. "Everythin's almost too quiet down here right now."
"Too quiet? Great, Logan just summoned some kind of massive event that is likely going to get me hurt a lot." Kane grumbled. "Also, let's go. Bowling sucks. First pitcher at Harry's is on me."
Four superheros walk into a bowling alley and ...
After yet another gutter ball, Rogue had to admit: she was having a blast. Normal' barely covered their lives, so doing something like this? Excellent. Doing something like this with the people she loved the most? Even better.
"I have no idea why I can't even get a hit," she said, pouting as she reached for her drink. "I mean, I completely aced this when the Wii came out. I was like a backwards Wii bowling champion. Shouldn't that count for something?"
Logan simply looked at the scoreboard and shrugged. He was doing okay. He'd gotten a majority of pins down most of the time, but a strike was still eluding him. "Sweetheart, the Wii and actual bowling are two different things. That thing had no weight to it." He took a sip of his beer as Kane got up to take his turn in the lane.
"There's an easy heavy balls joke that I'm going to be mature enough not to make." Kane said. After all, considering his score, banter was about all he had to contribute to his team. If they let him pitch the ball, he'd be fine, but rolling while suppressing his strength and obviously some lack of experience had made the gutters his normal fate.
“I don’t understand you guys at all,” Adrienne shrugged, taking a sip of beer from her bottle. “You guys are supposed to be the healthy ones; i’m supposed to be the one recovering from a year-long coma. Why am i the best bowler here? I think you’re wrong about there being a difference between video games and real life, Logan,” she added with a smirk. “All I’ve been doing lately is playing video games, and I’m bowling amazing!”
"Oh!" Rogue popped her head up, smiling widely. "Can we talk about that now? Your coma. Because I have been DYING to know if you lived like an entire life in there. A year, that's a long time to be stuck in your own head...and let me say, I know something about living in one's head." She tapped her forehead and laughed. "If it wasn't for Emma, it'd still be one good ol' jumble in there but as is? I have to say, it looks lovely now."
Logan simply arched an eyebrow at Adrienne. Of all of them, she was the lucky one in not having to figure out what was a normal amount of strength to put into throwing a bowling ball. He shifted in his seat a little at Rogue's question. He was curious himself since mind shenanigans always left a mark no matter the best intentions. "Probably was a bit of a reprieve from the lives we normally get."
“Well... it’s pretty organized in there now,” Adrienne responded with a shrug, taking a sip of her beer. “Compared to the mess it used to be. I... I don’t think it felt like a long time, though? I dunno. Time’s a bit weird in there i guess? But yeah,” she added with a smirk at Logan, “i guess it was kinda nice to not have to worry about, like, the constant threat of death or the powers-related shenanigans of moody teenagers.”
"Hey, as long as you're not in that coma... wait, hang on." It was his turn and in the next sixty seconds, Kane both his seventh ball of the night into the left gutter. "Fuuuck. But, as long as you're back, that's a positive."
"Oh totally -- I mean, I am sooo happy to have you back, wife. You know how many nights I had to entertain this loser?" loser being Kane of course. Stepping up for her turn, Rogue blew out a breath and tried her best to control it, but it was a little harder than she meant. When she heard the crack, she worried she'd broken something but thankfully not. "And think of the cool story you can tell your kids one day," she teased.
"Definitely one of the tamer stories, anyway," Logan said as he got up to take his turn. He had less of an issue than Rogue and Kane but he was still more used to using every ounce of force that his adamantium provided than holding it back. The ball skittered back and forth down the lane and finally managed to clip several pins before falling into the gutter.
Adrienne did a spit-take of her beer at Rogue's mention of kids, soaking herself. "Gaaah! Look what you made me do! You're the worst," she frowns at Rogue. "Why would you mention that evil word to me?"
"Because that's what friends do?" Rogue grinned widely and glanced at Garrison. "Kane and I even planed your wedding the other day. Sorry Adri, but your colours are salmon pink and seafoam, and the officiant is Elvis. I don't make the rules, just gotta enforce them."
"Spins lies and tells falsehoods. I told you she was a witch." Kane waved her off, trying to line up his throw. "Besides, our kids would have to go to the Hellfire Club daycare and that's just a disturbing prospect. 'Recite with me, kids. A is for Anal Plug'."
Logan snorted at Kane's words. "That'd probably be the least of your worries," he said as he watched Kane manage to not get another gutter ball. "I'd be more worried about the brainwashin' and schemin' that seem to be taught from the cradle."
Adrienne shuddered a bunch of times, though the scary part was probably the fact that she shuddered more about the salmon pink and seafoam than she did about Hellfire Club daycare. "I got more than enough of my fill of children as a teacher, thanks. And I did the marriage thing once. Ain't gonna make that mistake again! Besides, what's the point anymore, when just living with someone now is enough to entitle them to half your stuff? But hey, I'm sure we can just change the names on the wedding deposits to you guys," she teased Rogue and Logan.
"You can't get married if you don't have last names," Rogue said back cheekily. "And I ain't got a last name that I care to own up to." She gave Logan a look and a smile. "Also, you're exactly right -- already living in sin, fornicating and all that crap -- I mean, all we need is a puppy and a fence and we got the dream going, hey sugar?" She tilted her head. "Maybe we could build a fence around our room."
Logan arched an eyebrow. “Think the Professor and Scott might have a fit there.” Though Rogue might be able to talk even those two around to letting them do it. “Legal things are all fine and good if ya don’t have too many holes. Think between the two of us, we’d raise more suspicions than anythin’ else. Kane’s all squeaky clean though, so you two should be good.”
"True. My birth certificate isn't carved into a stone tablet like Logan's. Although, I won't lie that Duncan has dropped a couple of hints. So, honey, if we ever get married, I think he's angling for Maid of Honour for you." He returned to his seat to add a whole 3 to his score.
“Hmm. Well, he is kinda the reason we’re together, so I guess that makes sense?” Adrienne shrugged as she took her turn. “Sorry, Rogue. Although, it doesn’t really matter because I’m never ever ever getting married again. Not even if Garrison was going to be deported back to Canada and I had to marry him to keep him in the country. Sorry, Slick. I’ll come visit you up north, though. I promise.”
"Ah man, I'd just go to Canada. So much better than here right now," Rogue said with a laugh. "And come on -- poutine for daaaays! Who wouldn't want that?"
"Might actually be nicer to be runnin' 'round up there as who we are anyway." Logan went to take his turn at the lane and managed this time around to knock several pins down as the ball spun its way into the back of lane. "Everythin's almost too quiet down here right now."
"Too quiet? Great, Logan just summoned some kind of massive event that is likely going to get me hurt a lot." Kane grumbled. "Also, let's go. Bowling sucks. First pitcher at Harry's is on me."
