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"So, one vodka martini without olives or vermouth. Isn't that a not-tini?" He said as he set her drink next to her while settling in for the first Spring Training coverage.
"Stop making fun of me for liking my drinks dry," she responded, rolling her eyes. "For your information, if you don't pucker when you drink it, it's not right." And to prove her point, she took a delicate sip, eye contact on him the entire time. She made a face and scrunched her eyes before saying raspily "And now, I need a beer because I'm dehydrated."
"You can steal from my pitcher." He said, moving to pour her a pint in the empty glass he'd brought for her, knowing the request was coming. He looked up just in time to watch the camera zoom in on batting practice. "Ah, and with this, the void ends, eh?"
"Your void maybe. I'm still watching hockey. Habs all the way, mon ami." She nodded a thanks to the beer, but continued with her very legitimate martini. "Or are you talking about that ever present void in my heart that can only be filled by alcohol?"
"Hockey off-season is the void as well. It's just a different void. Same as curling." He took a sip, easily delving into the complex and yet uncontested inconsistency of the thinking of a sports fan. "Besides, you haven't given up on Club Habitants' chances yet?"
"Not until you give up on the Leafs." Rogue grinned widely, this time picking up her beer. "It makes sense you're a Leafs fan, honestly. You love being disappointed. What would you do if you didn't have a reason to be cranky all the time? Smile?" She made a face. "It would scare the children."
"Of which there are entirely too many of these days." He said with a quirk of his mouth as Vladdy squared up a BP fastball and disappeared it into the Florida sky. "I noticed you're taking on some mentoring responsibilities, even if grudgingly."
Rogue didn't answer right away. Did she admit she was oddly happy for it? Nah, she didn't need him to tease her. "It doesn't seem right to get them attached to me when I'm leavin' soon but here we are. That little Hope demon is growing on me, she's just a lil adorable thing. you met her yet?"
"Briefly. I'm trying to get them all scheduled for DR testing and training, so they're all a bit of a blur." Kane said. "I've lost track of how many Guthries there currently are. Six? Eight?"
Rogue shrugged her shoulders. She was back to her martini. "You're asking me? I ain't got a clue. I met one the other day, but we talked business, not family. I think we only got...3? 4? here? Maybe?"
"I thought all you Southern types knew each other. Meetings in secret around Confederate flags, chanting 'The South Will Rise Again'?" He twitted her, taking another sip of his pint.
Her now empty martini glass sat in front of her, and she switched to her pint. "You know white washes me out, I don't even know why you'd suggest that...but also, that's discrimination and low-key oppression there. Do all you white canadians look alike? I mean, yes, and that's probably why I interchange you and Logan in my mind sometimes, but that's besides the point."
"According to him, you interchange us a lot. I hear what you shout out in bed." Kane smirked. "And all white Canadians look alike, but I'm just prettier than most." He smirked.
She rolled her eyes. "Calling out "Oh GOD does not mean i'm summoning either of you. I'm gonna have to text him and let him know that I don't appreciate y'all taking notes or whatever....and if he's texting you more than he's texting me, so help me God, I am done with that man." A pause. "Until he sends me another text. Then I'll love him again."
"Ah yes, the classic Rogue version of 'hard to get'..." Kane said but couldn't keep a straight face as he started laughing.
Rogue just smiled and tried not to feel her cheeks get red. There was no way she could argue with him -- she knew she was clingy as fuck, and she was actually proud of how she wasn't so dependent on Logan anymore. Kinda. Although she missed him terribly, she knew that this was the only way to be with him, and that's what she was going to do. "My love is unconditional, you," she retorted, poking him in the side. "So stop trying to put boundaries to my loooooove."
"It's not me, it's the CDC that puts a warning on your love." Kane said before launching into the worst Southern accent ever. "Oh muh, I can't remember with my powers sugah if there was something ah shouldn't do. So why don't you come on over here under the willow tree and give me a big wet kiss on my sweet honey honey lips!"
"Hey!" She dissolved into giggles, finishing her drink and thankfully taking the next one from the waitress. Two new pints (and a new dry martinin -- oh she was going to be drunk tonight) were placed in front of them. "How many times do I gotta tell you -- honey bees wax is the best lip moisturiser ever so stop making fun of me. This is why i don't tell you anything. ALSO. I don't sound like that anymore, thank you." She grinned. "unless it's gonna get me somethin' Ah need from a gentleman, that is. Then Ah pour that drawl out hard, sugah."
"I pretend not to admit it works on me." He said, rubbing her shoulder for a second. "And I know it works on half of New York. I'm in terror to think what havoc you wreaked on those poor innocent Montrealiars."
"voyons," she answered, wrinkling her nose. 'Why you gotta be that way? And aren't we supposed to be watching baseball or something? Here you're just harassing me. Maybe I should ask Harry for another table."
"Jays just gave up ten runs last inning. Do you want the sequence of hits?" Kane was deceptively good at multi-tasking. "But fair. I already got my cheap shot of the day in. As I recall, as per our friendship agreement, I'm allowed one a month. You can now return to beating on me for the next few days. Oh, got another date with Jean tomorrow."
Rogue was already tipsy so she was not good at anything but giggling. "Ooooh Jeaaaannnn....." And teasing Gar, of course. "Another date??? She agreed to a second one? Well, now that's just juicy. You seen her boobs yet?"
"This will be our fifth date. We've been keeping it quiet and in the mansion for now." Kane said. "We make dinner and watch a movie or some television. And no, we haven't even kissed yet. Just taking it slow. But... I like her a lot. I'm willing to wait until she is comfortable."
The proverbial record scratch stopped the conversation as Rogue looked at her best friend with wide eyes.
"Wait. Wait. WAIT"
She put her hands out in front of her and clasped them, her eyes almost immediately brimming with tears.
"Aw baby, you're in love?! That's not like, sugar. That's love. AWWWWWWWWW I wanna plan your wedding!!!!"
"OK Beulah, calm your tits. We are taking it slow, not rewriting the Western Romance canon on our own." He said but paused. "But I do like her and I want to see where this goes."
Rogue thought for a moment. "I miss drawing romance novel covers. That was a fun gig. Now, no one wants that. They want photoshop covers. So dumb..." She shook her head. "But I'm glad you're taking it slow. You don't need to rush into anything. I'm guessing you guys sorted out your shit then hey?"
"Yeah. A lot of miscommunication and issues and... well, she's not had an easy time of things over the last couple of years and I'm no beauty, eh?"
"Aw sweetie," she responded. "You're prettier than at least ......2% of the general population. So you're not at the bottom!"
"I'm glad I can count on you to track my race to the bottom."
"So, one vodka martini without olives or vermouth. Isn't that a not-tini?" He said as he set her drink next to her while settling in for the first Spring Training coverage.
"Stop making fun of me for liking my drinks dry," she responded, rolling her eyes. "For your information, if you don't pucker when you drink it, it's not right." And to prove her point, she took a delicate sip, eye contact on him the entire time. She made a face and scrunched her eyes before saying raspily "And now, I need a beer because I'm dehydrated."
"You can steal from my pitcher." He said, moving to pour her a pint in the empty glass he'd brought for her, knowing the request was coming. He looked up just in time to watch the camera zoom in on batting practice. "Ah, and with this, the void ends, eh?"
"Your void maybe. I'm still watching hockey. Habs all the way, mon ami." She nodded a thanks to the beer, but continued with her very legitimate martini. "Or are you talking about that ever present void in my heart that can only be filled by alcohol?"
"Hockey off-season is the void as well. It's just a different void. Same as curling." He took a sip, easily delving into the complex and yet uncontested inconsistency of the thinking of a sports fan. "Besides, you haven't given up on Club Habitants' chances yet?"
"Not until you give up on the Leafs." Rogue grinned widely, this time picking up her beer. "It makes sense you're a Leafs fan, honestly. You love being disappointed. What would you do if you didn't have a reason to be cranky all the time? Smile?" She made a face. "It would scare the children."
"Of which there are entirely too many of these days." He said with a quirk of his mouth as Vladdy squared up a BP fastball and disappeared it into the Florida sky. "I noticed you're taking on some mentoring responsibilities, even if grudgingly."
Rogue didn't answer right away. Did she admit she was oddly happy for it? Nah, she didn't need him to tease her. "It doesn't seem right to get them attached to me when I'm leavin' soon but here we are. That little Hope demon is growing on me, she's just a lil adorable thing. you met her yet?"
"Briefly. I'm trying to get them all scheduled for DR testing and training, so they're all a bit of a blur." Kane said. "I've lost track of how many Guthries there currently are. Six? Eight?"
Rogue shrugged her shoulders. She was back to her martini. "You're asking me? I ain't got a clue. I met one the other day, but we talked business, not family. I think we only got...3? 4? here? Maybe?"
"I thought all you Southern types knew each other. Meetings in secret around Confederate flags, chanting 'The South Will Rise Again'?" He twitted her, taking another sip of his pint.
Her now empty martini glass sat in front of her, and she switched to her pint. "You know white washes me out, I don't even know why you'd suggest that...but also, that's discrimination and low-key oppression there. Do all you white canadians look alike? I mean, yes, and that's probably why I interchange you and Logan in my mind sometimes, but that's besides the point."
"According to him, you interchange us a lot. I hear what you shout out in bed." Kane smirked. "And all white Canadians look alike, but I'm just prettier than most." He smirked.
She rolled her eyes. "Calling out "Oh GOD does not mean i'm summoning either of you. I'm gonna have to text him and let him know that I don't appreciate y'all taking notes or whatever....and if he's texting you more than he's texting me, so help me God, I am done with that man." A pause. "Until he sends me another text. Then I'll love him again."
"Ah yes, the classic Rogue version of 'hard to get'..." Kane said but couldn't keep a straight face as he started laughing.
Rogue just smiled and tried not to feel her cheeks get red. There was no way she could argue with him -- she knew she was clingy as fuck, and she was actually proud of how she wasn't so dependent on Logan anymore. Kinda. Although she missed him terribly, she knew that this was the only way to be with him, and that's what she was going to do. "My love is unconditional, you," she retorted, poking him in the side. "So stop trying to put boundaries to my loooooove."
"It's not me, it's the CDC that puts a warning on your love." Kane said before launching into the worst Southern accent ever. "Oh muh, I can't remember with my powers sugah if there was something ah shouldn't do. So why don't you come on over here under the willow tree and give me a big wet kiss on my sweet honey honey lips!"
"Hey!" She dissolved into giggles, finishing her drink and thankfully taking the next one from the waitress. Two new pints (and a new dry martinin -- oh she was going to be drunk tonight) were placed in front of them. "How many times do I gotta tell you -- honey bees wax is the best lip moisturiser ever so stop making fun of me. This is why i don't tell you anything. ALSO. I don't sound like that anymore, thank you." She grinned. "unless it's gonna get me somethin' Ah need from a gentleman, that is. Then Ah pour that drawl out hard, sugah."
"I pretend not to admit it works on me." He said, rubbing her shoulder for a second. "And I know it works on half of New York. I'm in terror to think what havoc you wreaked on those poor innocent Montrealiars."
"voyons," she answered, wrinkling her nose. 'Why you gotta be that way? And aren't we supposed to be watching baseball or something? Here you're just harassing me. Maybe I should ask Harry for another table."
"Jays just gave up ten runs last inning. Do you want the sequence of hits?" Kane was deceptively good at multi-tasking. "But fair. I already got my cheap shot of the day in. As I recall, as per our friendship agreement, I'm allowed one a month. You can now return to beating on me for the next few days. Oh, got another date with Jean tomorrow."
Rogue was already tipsy so she was not good at anything but giggling. "Ooooh Jeaaaannnn....." And teasing Gar, of course. "Another date??? She agreed to a second one? Well, now that's just juicy. You seen her boobs yet?"
"This will be our fifth date. We've been keeping it quiet and in the mansion for now." Kane said. "We make dinner and watch a movie or some television. And no, we haven't even kissed yet. Just taking it slow. But... I like her a lot. I'm willing to wait until she is comfortable."
The proverbial record scratch stopped the conversation as Rogue looked at her best friend with wide eyes.
"Wait. Wait. WAIT"
She put her hands out in front of her and clasped them, her eyes almost immediately brimming with tears.
"Aw baby, you're in love?! That's not like, sugar. That's love. AWWWWWWWWW I wanna plan your wedding!!!!"
"OK Beulah, calm your tits. We are taking it slow, not rewriting the Western Romance canon on our own." He said but paused. "But I do like her and I want to see where this goes."
Rogue thought for a moment. "I miss drawing romance novel covers. That was a fun gig. Now, no one wants that. They want photoshop covers. So dumb..." She shook her head. "But I'm glad you're taking it slow. You don't need to rush into anything. I'm guessing you guys sorted out your shit then hey?"
"Yeah. A lot of miscommunication and issues and... well, she's not had an easy time of things over the last couple of years and I'm no beauty, eh?"
"Aw sweetie," she responded. "You're prettier than at least ......2% of the general population. So you're not at the bottom!"
"I'm glad I can count on you to track my race to the bottom."
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Date: 2024-02-27 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-02-28 05:50 am (UTC)I laughed first at this (mostly due to living in Georgia for so long), but there were many gems in this log.
"Calling out 'Oh GOD' does not mean i'm summoning either of you."
I snorted.