It’s just my inability to allow you to let you fume with anger for more than a minute, not when I can try to make you smile and that’s far more pleasing than making you mad. I missed you too, horribly, I thought of you everyday, and I regret not hearing your voice everyday as well.
You’re making staying annoyed very difficult. Stop missing me and be with me, then. And pick up your phone every once in a while.
Everyone seems to be gone.. didn’t spring break end though? Where is everyone? W-what do..normal people do at parties again? OOohh poptarts always mean parties!
This sounds like.. fun, it was a good idea for you to bring it up!
The constraints of Spring Break don’t apply to some people, Ah guess. Drink and dance and talk and have fun. That’s about it. They ain’t nothin’ extravagant or weird, they’re just fun. And so are poptarts.
Ah’m jus’ glad you’re up for it!
Perhaps the idea of you and the expectation to see you bouncing about over a party may just be what keeps me so content, Rogue. Though you have me there, I’m terribly sorry, what should I do to make it up to you?
Ugh why do you always gotta have the right thing to say? It makes me look bad when you’re always so prepared to kiss my ass and Ah can’t stay mad at you. Ah got a reputation to uphold ya know. Jus’ come hang out wit’ me. Ah missed you.
You know I was quite content, not bored at all. Though, if a party is what it takes to get you out and about and around me, I’m not complaining at all.
We can’t all be content British gentlemen who are not bored at all, Jack. A party is not what it takes to get me out or around you, Mr. “Doesn’t Check His Phone All Spring Break”, don’t give me that.
VIP party? I guess that means you’re parties are.. good? Music..and alcohol? But I’m..er.. underage. I mean.. alcohol yay! hehe. That sounds like fun, when do we start? What flavor of poptarts? Those are the best!
You might have to be the one..er. texting p-people. I only have o-one other number on my phone.. well a few but they’re all out of town.. or in France for instance.
My parties are good enough an’ it’s the best we got right now. Tony and Bucky throw the really good parties, but they ain’t around. It’s just you and me Hank. Yeah, there’s not much alcohol though, we should either find more or not expect to get that drunk. Strawberry, chocolate, and cinnamon. We start now.
God damn rich kids goin’ to France on Spring Break. Ah’ll see how many people Ah can round up. Probably not many, it’s been quiet lately.
“Competitive nature.” He laughed lightly, “It’s part of growing up with a little brother.” He scoffed, joking, teasing if anything, “Because giving ‘like, one’ makes you a licensed professional. Don’t give me risks I might be too willing to take, sweetheart.” He shook his head, dismissing her with a playful smile, “Don’t get used to it, can’t use your lovely ways to beat me forever.” He raised an eyebrow, pretending to think about it “Well, maybe you could, my restraint isn’t that strong.”
Jack smiled at Rogue by his side, watching serenely as she chirped with joy and such, he was happily distracted by the light of her face.Gingerly, he moved to snake an arm around her waist, sighing as he breathed in the mood around them. “It’s perfect. Just as you deserve.” He brought a hand up to tuck some hair behind her ear, a soft smile playing on his lips, never having dimmed from before. “Rogue, I cannot think of a more appropriate place to ask this,” he whispered with a light hum, no louder than the ocean song around them. “May I kiss you?”
"Well your brother must be pretty damn great if he could compete wit’ you," she nudged him with her elbow, "Yeah, like, one, so that could be, like, maybe two. An’ bein’ a professional is only a label. Ah don’t like labels, so Ah’ll never be a professional anythin’.” She stuck her tongue out at him, “Alright, well, when my lovely ways start losin’ their charm, let me know an’ Ah’ll show you my hideous ways! They’re even more effective at winnin’ stuff.”
His arm around her waist caught Rogue by surprise, jumping out of her thoughts to look up at him. She leaned against Jack’s side, smiling, “Well thank you,” she murmured. His hand on her hair made her blush and she bit her lip to try to keep her smile from going out of control. At his question her brain stopped working. Why would he ask that? Her first impulse was to mercilessly make fun of him, but she quickly crushed that idea. He would never want to kiss her again if she did that. But why would he ask?! In a way, it didn’t surprise her at all that he would ask, but that didn’t make her feel any better. She had been silent for much too long and so, “If… if ya gotta ask, ya must not want to that bad.” Nailed it. Rogue was resigned to living the rest of her life as an awkward cat lady, because after that performance, no boy would ever want to date her again.
I do admit.. it would be..fun to go to at least once. Just to see what it is like… and get out of the labs for once. My mother always used to say that I had to be adventurous once in my life. Though you drive a hard bargain with law and order…
So how does one.. exactly throw a party?
There are Law and Order marathons on every day of the week! Only tonight are you comin’ to a Rogue Raven exclusive VIP party! There’ll be music from my laptop, alcohol that Ah’ve almost drank all up from my mini fridge, an’ three flavors of poptarts. Embrace adventure, brotha.
Well, we gather those supplies an’ then wait. Word’ll get ‘round. Or we could, like, text people. That works too.
Uh oh, something tells me you might be inclined to change that?
You know me too well.
Who would Ah be if Ah didn’t fix this? Everyone’s bored! Well… Ah’m bored! An’ that’s enough for me to want to change it.
I-I was thinking the same thing.. well.. not quite those exact words but..
I wouldn’t m-mind going to a.. party.
Nah, no way! Man, if even you want a party, it’s gotta be a fuckin’ crime not to have one! Fuck ‘em, let’s throw a party, even if you and Ah jus’ go to it, it’d be more fun than sittin’ around watchin’ Law and Order reruns.