Log: Kane/Marie - Pity Party
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xp_logsBACKDATED - Following a disastrous morning with Jean, Garrison goes to Marie to lick his wounds and get some reasonable advice and support from his best friend.
"So, yeah." Kane said as she opened the door. He was wearing a bedraggled 'Fully Completely' album shirt, shorts and the wolf was making anxious circles around his legs. "I fucked up... stuff, and I'm not entire sure what I did. Please tell me you have coffee?"
"Obviously," Rogue replied from her spot on her chaise. It was a quiet evening for her -- just a few clients over zoom, and then her latest trashy romance read. This time it was amish, and she had to admit: an untouchable girl reading about the love lives of the super chase was oddly satisfying. Putting her book down, she got up and gave the wolf a little pet on the head, and gave Garrison's butt a pat. "Go lay down, you look so bad, I'm adding baileys to your drink before we start on the gin. Now, do you want therapist Marie or you want friend Marie or fuck buddy Marie? Because frankly babe, you look like you could use all three."
:"Friend Marie." He took a seat on the couch. "And no on the Baileys. I'm still hungover." He caught her look. "Remember when I mentioned issues with my powers? Well, they're basically gone at this point. Including the massive alcohol tolerance. So when Jean and I went to have a few cocktails last night, we ended up considerably drunker than expected."
Since Rogue thought the answer to alcohol was yes, she was in the middle of a generous pour when he said no. Switching mugs, she then poured Garrison a regular cup of coffee, handed it to him before settling back down on her chaise. "Drunk isn't always bad," Rogue pointed out, clasping her hands around her own mug. "But from what you're not saying, I'm assuming things did not go well .... or they did and now you are worried about the repercussions." She quirked a brow. "Did you sleep together?"
"No. We were making out hot and heavy and... I thought I did the good guy thing. Pointed out we were both pretty drunk." He took a sip of the black coffee. "And she agreed. Look, I really like Jean. I think she likes me. We've been hanging out a lot lately. I thought this was maybe the next step. But-" Kane took a second sip and looked Rogue directly in the eyes. "In the morning, she lit out so fast she didn't even have her shirt on. Like I scared her."
"Nah, she scared herself." Rogue sipped on her coffee and gave him a smile. "Jean is ....Jean. I love her to pieces but a player, she is not. I wouldn't be surprised if her lovers are still single digits -- not that that's a bad thing," Rogue added. "We know I'm not one to talk here at all. But she is so cautious and so careful that letting loose might have terrified her. Have you talked to her yet?"
"Not yet. I'm going to- I don't know. I get the feeling she isn't ready to chat yet." Kane shook his head. "I don't want to make things worse."
Rogue made a distracted noise in the back of her throat. "You won't make it better by ignoring it either." She set her mug down and pulled her legs up to her chest, locking her hands around her knees. "If you like her, love, you gotta let her know. And maybe apologize, even if you did nothing wrong....but if you don't figure out why she spooked, it'll happen again and maybe in a worse way. You might have her run away fully, and then where will you be?" She gave him a soft smile. "You're a relationship type of guy. Get into that relationship."
"Damnit, logic. I don't know if I came here for that." He groused. "I'm going to give her a bit at least. Just... hey, can you check on her in general. She seemed pretty shaken."
"Then she'll know you came right here to talk to me. Do you want that?"
"... I don't know? Fly casual?" Kane huffed. "I don't even know how to help right now. Sorry, yes, I know, all about me..."
"It's okay to have it be all about you. I'll figure it out. I just wasn't sure if you wanted me to talk about you or just stuff, but I've been meaning to connect since I got back." She tilted her head. "Do you need a hug, babe?"
"I would like you to know that I am an entire grown ass adult... and yes, I need a hug."
Rogue smiled at her best friend and jumped to her feet. Throwing her arms around him, she gave him a good squeeze. "Okay, in bed with you. We can watch some cheesy space movie, and fall asleep and have weird dreams that make us wonder if we would have been better off born on another planet. Love you, Gar."
"It's going to be Ice Pirates again, isn't it?" Kane said, but didn't protest. Marie was right. He needed to talk to Jean but,,, not right now. He didn't know if she was in the right headspace and knew he certainly wasn't. Marie clicked on the television.
"Yup. Ice Pirates."
"So, yeah." Kane said as she opened the door. He was wearing a bedraggled 'Fully Completely' album shirt, shorts and the wolf was making anxious circles around his legs. "I fucked up... stuff, and I'm not entire sure what I did. Please tell me you have coffee?"
"Obviously," Rogue replied from her spot on her chaise. It was a quiet evening for her -- just a few clients over zoom, and then her latest trashy romance read. This time it was amish, and she had to admit: an untouchable girl reading about the love lives of the super chase was oddly satisfying. Putting her book down, she got up and gave the wolf a little pet on the head, and gave Garrison's butt a pat. "Go lay down, you look so bad, I'm adding baileys to your drink before we start on the gin. Now, do you want therapist Marie or you want friend Marie or fuck buddy Marie? Because frankly babe, you look like you could use all three."
:"Friend Marie." He took a seat on the couch. "And no on the Baileys. I'm still hungover." He caught her look. "Remember when I mentioned issues with my powers? Well, they're basically gone at this point. Including the massive alcohol tolerance. So when Jean and I went to have a few cocktails last night, we ended up considerably drunker than expected."
Since Rogue thought the answer to alcohol was yes, she was in the middle of a generous pour when he said no. Switching mugs, she then poured Garrison a regular cup of coffee, handed it to him before settling back down on her chaise. "Drunk isn't always bad," Rogue pointed out, clasping her hands around her own mug. "But from what you're not saying, I'm assuming things did not go well .... or they did and now you are worried about the repercussions." She quirked a brow. "Did you sleep together?"
"No. We were making out hot and heavy and... I thought I did the good guy thing. Pointed out we were both pretty drunk." He took a sip of the black coffee. "And she agreed. Look, I really like Jean. I think she likes me. We've been hanging out a lot lately. I thought this was maybe the next step. But-" Kane took a second sip and looked Rogue directly in the eyes. "In the morning, she lit out so fast she didn't even have her shirt on. Like I scared her."
"Nah, she scared herself." Rogue sipped on her coffee and gave him a smile. "Jean is ....Jean. I love her to pieces but a player, she is not. I wouldn't be surprised if her lovers are still single digits -- not that that's a bad thing," Rogue added. "We know I'm not one to talk here at all. But she is so cautious and so careful that letting loose might have terrified her. Have you talked to her yet?"
"Not yet. I'm going to- I don't know. I get the feeling she isn't ready to chat yet." Kane shook his head. "I don't want to make things worse."
Rogue made a distracted noise in the back of her throat. "You won't make it better by ignoring it either." She set her mug down and pulled her legs up to her chest, locking her hands around her knees. "If you like her, love, you gotta let her know. And maybe apologize, even if you did nothing wrong....but if you don't figure out why she spooked, it'll happen again and maybe in a worse way. You might have her run away fully, and then where will you be?" She gave him a soft smile. "You're a relationship type of guy. Get into that relationship."
"Damnit, logic. I don't know if I came here for that." He groused. "I'm going to give her a bit at least. Just... hey, can you check on her in general. She seemed pretty shaken."
"Then she'll know you came right here to talk to me. Do you want that?"
"... I don't know? Fly casual?" Kane huffed. "I don't even know how to help right now. Sorry, yes, I know, all about me..."
"It's okay to have it be all about you. I'll figure it out. I just wasn't sure if you wanted me to talk about you or just stuff, but I've been meaning to connect since I got back." She tilted her head. "Do you need a hug, babe?"
"I would like you to know that I am an entire grown ass adult... and yes, I need a hug."
Rogue smiled at her best friend and jumped to her feet. Throwing her arms around him, she gave him a good squeeze. "Okay, in bed with you. We can watch some cheesy space movie, and fall asleep and have weird dreams that make us wonder if we would have been better off born on another planet. Love you, Gar."
"It's going to be Ice Pirates again, isn't it?" Kane said, but didn't protest. Marie was right. He needed to talk to Jean but,,, not right now. He didn't know if she was in the right headspace and knew he certainly wasn't. Marie clicked on the television.
"Yup. Ice Pirates."
