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"Look, Chica. I totally get why you're all hot to trot for the Juniors, what with that kink you got for leather..."

Oh no, not this again. Growling, Rogue glared right at Jubilee as if to set her straight on the matter once and for all, "I don't, and I ain't ever had a thing for leather."

Sadly, Rogue knew arguing with Jubilee did as much good as shouting at a brick wall, that being pretty pointless, especially if the girl had her phone out. Not that Jubilee was one of those vapid kind of kids who damn near zombie crawled their way through life glued to their phone, nope, not her. There was just some gossip that had to be kept up on, you know, tactically speaking, sort of like espionage. Or so past experience had gone and taught her.

"God, I don't even know why you're dragging me down to one of these dumb things. I mean, I've seen the bruises you and Kit come back with, and since Kitty can, ya know, literally ghost through shit, that's saying something!"

"She calls it phasing." Rogue corrected, knowing Kitty hated being treated like a spook, at least one of the supernatural variety.

"Whatev. Also, I happen to know the other reason why you dig the Juniors, you get to cherry pick powers! Personally speaking, mine suck."

Alright, at this Rogue had to fully get Jubilee's attention, because personally speaking, she sure as fuck knew Jubilee's powers didn't suck.

"You blew up a fucking house!"

Ah, now there was a rare expression for Jubilee to make, sheepish, "I didn't mean to! See, my powers suck! I can't even control them!"

"Oh, you did not just say that to me!"

At least Jubilee had the good grace to look apologetic, because as far as the people with control issues at Xavier's went, Rogue herself was the reigning champ, while Logan held tight to second place due to his temper, read: berserker rage.

"Ugh, fine. I take it back. But let the record show that I did not mean to blow up that house, it was an accident. There were men with guns, you know, shooting at us? So what if I panicked?!"

Having all the while been waiting for the elevator to come that would ultimately take both her and Jubilee to the sub levels of the school, Rogue found herself glad to have an out from the present conversation. Because really, it wasn't as if it was a pissing contest with her as far as who could and couldn't control their powers. Heck, that was the whole reason they were at the school in the first place!

So, ready to get down to a little training in the ominously named Danger Room, Rogue found herself a little taken aback as the elevator doors finally did opened, revealing a mostly nekkid Logan, since his Calvin Kleins weren't hiding much. And god damn if he wasn't just the embodiment of nonplussed, having been caught changing in the elevator.

"Do ya like the angle of the dangle?" Or so Logan went and actually asked!

"Um, yes?" Why lie to the man? He could smell a lie, and it wasn't like she was a minor, heck no! Shit, she weren't no jail bait, she was a goddamn woman! Jubilee on the other hand, though...

"Just asking, because, you know, I haven't actually seen me a dick in real life yet. But you're not even hard, are you?" Wow, and there went Jubilee proving that her brain to mouth filter was right fucking non-existent.

"Nope."

Click, went the camera as Jubes got down to a photo shoot while Logan went and treated the both of them to a strip tease in reverse, to then amble off without anything so much as another word, of which Rogue found herself very thankful for. Why? Well, because she couldn't even find her damn voice, not at least until she stumbled into the now vacant elevator.

"You are so sending me all the pictures you just took of that, or so help me, Jubes, I will put you in a coma!"

"Uh, just asking here, Roguey? But, what you're saying is that you want me to send you some dick pics?"

"Oh, I am so gonna whoop your scrawny arse once we get into the Danger Room..."

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