Did Rogue seem a tad harsh in the first half? Well, she didn't have a peachy keen morning either. This is our favorite skunk-striped southern chick's reason for her being so... uh... bitchy.
Rogue's Bad Day
6:15am:
BEEP BEEP BEEP-*SMASH* Whereas Gambit had blown his alarm to pieces, Rogue just smashed the crap outta the dang thing. Her head throbbed, and she thought back to the night before. (flashback)
"Remy, we really should be gettin' back now. We got ourselves a Danger Room session really early tomorrow." Rogue commented to Gambit for the eightieth time.
"Non, chere. It'll be okay. I'll jus' order us anot'er bottle a wine, isn't dat bien?" He followed the statement with his patented smirk that he and Rogue both knew would make her melt and therefore she would go along with absolutely anything he said. And of course, she did.
"Alright. But can we go after that? Please?"
"Sure, Roguey. Sure." he slurred, alcohol greatly impairing his speech and sense of judgement. He knew that they had an early morning Danger Room session, and he knew he and Rogue would be miserable enough just with the slight hangover they would have thus far. But no, as he did more often than is understandable, he used the reasoning "It seemed like a good idea at the time..." And Rogue was dragged down with him. By the time the alcohol slurred her voice and made her accent even more prominent to the point that she was barely comprehensible, and Gambit was likewise, they decided to hail a cab and go home. But alas, it was too late. The hangovers were going to happen, and they'd get, at best, 2 hours of sleep (after all their snuggling and the such before they went to bed, of course).
(Rogue slammed back into reality) "Aw, hell. Now I guess I gotta go. Least he has to go as well." That made it a bit easier to deal with, as she knew he would be even worse off than she was. And as it was his fault she was in this position... well, she felt no pity. She smirked to herself. She decided to get there a little early, at least before Gambit, so she could act like she was perfectly alright, while he was miserable. She cursed the fact that her invulnerability was only physically exterior as opposed to being able to handle hangovers, then pushed the thought aside as she crawled out of bed and into a really cold shower.
7:27am-3 minutes before the session was scheduled to begin.
*Where the hell is he?* thought Rogue angrily. She'd been here 20 minutes early, and he'd still yet to arrive. She scowled, and everyone knew to keep their distance from her for at least a while. Never cross a chick with seemingly permanent PMS and mental problems (not all of which is her fault, I'll concede) who can kick your ass into next week and then suck out your life force. Not if you value your well-being.
7:37am-7 minutes after the session was scheduled to begin.
"Does anyone know where Gambit may be?" asked Scott exasperatedly, looking pointedly at Rogue. If anyone knew she would, he figured.
"I'll get 'im." offered Wolverine, although not in a too pleasant manner. He arrived back about 3 minutes later, and told us he found the guy covered in smoldering bits of alarm clock, and still looked nearly asleep. Rogue actually growled-he had managed to get more sleep than her when it was his idea for them to stay out so long. She would have his hide by the end of the day, damnit!
7:59-Almost 1/2 hour after the session was scheduled to begin, and about 20 minutes after everyone else had already been working, in strolled Gambit. Rogue caught sight of him just as the laser that she had just dodged slammed full-force into him, and she winced for him in spite of herself. But she caught herself before she flew over to help him up, and managed to mind other things going on.
She glanced over a few more times, but realized every single time she did he just got hurt worse, and as he blew himself up with his own cards (which would have been kind of funny under different circumstances), she felt bad about wishing him ill-fortune for this session.
She was about to go over and make sure he was okay until she saw him raise his bo over his head and bring it down on a missile, shattering pieces everywhere, including a rather large piece which bopped her on the head and would've knocked most of the other X-Folks out, but managed to just renew her dissipating hangover.
At this point Scott called the end of the session but forced Gambit to stay. Rogue felt a bit bad for him, but he had been late and had a pretty bad session, so it seemed fair. Although she tried hard to think about it, she felt really sorry for him. If even she had been beaten as much as he had, even with her invulnerability, she'd be hurting. And he without any kind of protection...
She pushed the thought aside and went to go eat. She'd talk to him at the table when he was through.
Rogue went to pour herself some coffee to help with the headache, and grabbed the bottle of aspirin. She realized the bottle was empty, leaving her to deal with her hangover alone, and in her moment of her anguish, she dropped the pot of coffee. The pot shattered, so until they got another, no coffee for anyone.
"What the hell!" cried Bobby. "The coffee maker! You killed it!" He ran over to the shattered remnants of his favorite morning pick-me-up, clutching his bleeding arm along the way. Tears streamed from his cheeks for some odd reason, and when everyone asked him what was the matter, he told them about how when he was a kid, a truck nearly hit him. But luckily for him, his dog pushed him out of the way, sacrificing herself for him. When Bobby tumbled to the ground from the dog pushing him away, he cut his arm in almost that exact same spot as it was cut now. "Missy!" He cried. "I loved her so *sob* much!" Everyone comforted him, and as they all finally got him to calm down, Gambit walked in. Well, when he made the comment, everyone got mad, of course. And then he came back down to get his key from her... the nerve! Rogue did finally realize that Gambit had no way of knowing what was so bad about him saying that to Bobby until she'd already yelled at him, and by then it was too late. She never was much for apologizing.
She went to her room and laid down for a nice long nap until their mid-afternoon session. She sighed deeply as her eyes closed and sleep almost came for her until she heard some coughing and gagging followed by puking coming from the room next to hers. Gambit's room. She got out of bed to make sure he was okay, and walked into the hole in his wall that used to be a door. She sighed again and walked further into his room, towards his bathroom.
Rogue's Bad Day
6:15am:
BEEP BEEP BEEP-*SMASH* Whereas Gambit had blown his alarm to pieces, Rogue just smashed the crap outta the dang thing. Her head throbbed, and she thought back to the night before. (flashback)
"Remy, we really should be gettin' back now. We got ourselves a Danger Room session really early tomorrow." Rogue commented to Gambit for the eightieth time.
"Non, chere. It'll be okay. I'll jus' order us anot'er bottle a wine, isn't dat bien?" He followed the statement with his patented smirk that he and Rogue both knew would make her melt and therefore she would go along with absolutely anything he said. And of course, she did.
"Alright. But can we go after that? Please?"
"Sure, Roguey. Sure." he slurred, alcohol greatly impairing his speech and sense of judgement. He knew that they had an early morning Danger Room session, and he knew he and Rogue would be miserable enough just with the slight hangover they would have thus far. But no, as he did more often than is understandable, he used the reasoning "It seemed like a good idea at the time..." And Rogue was dragged down with him. By the time the alcohol slurred her voice and made her accent even more prominent to the point that she was barely comprehensible, and Gambit was likewise, they decided to hail a cab and go home. But alas, it was too late. The hangovers were going to happen, and they'd get, at best, 2 hours of sleep (after all their snuggling and the such before they went to bed, of course).
(Rogue slammed back into reality) "Aw, hell. Now I guess I gotta go. Least he has to go as well." That made it a bit easier to deal with, as she knew he would be even worse off than she was. And as it was his fault she was in this position... well, she felt no pity. She smirked to herself. She decided to get there a little early, at least before Gambit, so she could act like she was perfectly alright, while he was miserable. She cursed the fact that her invulnerability was only physically exterior as opposed to being able to handle hangovers, then pushed the thought aside as she crawled out of bed and into a really cold shower.
7:27am-3 minutes before the session was scheduled to begin.
*Where the hell is he?* thought Rogue angrily. She'd been here 20 minutes early, and he'd still yet to arrive. She scowled, and everyone knew to keep their distance from her for at least a while. Never cross a chick with seemingly permanent PMS and mental problems (not all of which is her fault, I'll concede) who can kick your ass into next week and then suck out your life force. Not if you value your well-being.
7:37am-7 minutes after the session was scheduled to begin.
"Does anyone know where Gambit may be?" asked Scott exasperatedly, looking pointedly at Rogue. If anyone knew she would, he figured.
"I'll get 'im." offered Wolverine, although not in a too pleasant manner. He arrived back about 3 minutes later, and told us he found the guy covered in smoldering bits of alarm clock, and still looked nearly asleep. Rogue actually growled-he had managed to get more sleep than her when it was his idea for them to stay out so long. She would have his hide by the end of the day, damnit!
7:59-Almost 1/2 hour after the session was scheduled to begin, and about 20 minutes after everyone else had already been working, in strolled Gambit. Rogue caught sight of him just as the laser that she had just dodged slammed full-force into him, and she winced for him in spite of herself. But she caught herself before she flew over to help him up, and managed to mind other things going on.
She glanced over a few more times, but realized every single time she did he just got hurt worse, and as he blew himself up with his own cards (which would have been kind of funny under different circumstances), she felt bad about wishing him ill-fortune for this session.
She was about to go over and make sure he was okay until she saw him raise his bo over his head and bring it down on a missile, shattering pieces everywhere, including a rather large piece which bopped her on the head and would've knocked most of the other X-Folks out, but managed to just renew her dissipating hangover.
At this point Scott called the end of the session but forced Gambit to stay. Rogue felt a bit bad for him, but he had been late and had a pretty bad session, so it seemed fair. Although she tried hard to think about it, she felt really sorry for him. If even she had been beaten as much as he had, even with her invulnerability, she'd be hurting. And he without any kind of protection...
She pushed the thought aside and went to go eat. She'd talk to him at the table when he was through.
Rogue went to pour herself some coffee to help with the headache, and grabbed the bottle of aspirin. She realized the bottle was empty, leaving her to deal with her hangover alone, and in her moment of her anguish, she dropped the pot of coffee. The pot shattered, so until they got another, no coffee for anyone.
"What the hell!" cried Bobby. "The coffee maker! You killed it!" He ran over to the shattered remnants of his favorite morning pick-me-up, clutching his bleeding arm along the way. Tears streamed from his cheeks for some odd reason, and when everyone asked him what was the matter, he told them about how when he was a kid, a truck nearly hit him. But luckily for him, his dog pushed him out of the way, sacrificing herself for him. When Bobby tumbled to the ground from the dog pushing him away, he cut his arm in almost that exact same spot as it was cut now. "Missy!" He cried. "I loved her so *sob* much!" Everyone comforted him, and as they all finally got him to calm down, Gambit walked in. Well, when he made the comment, everyone got mad, of course. And then he came back down to get his key from her... the nerve! Rogue did finally realize that Gambit had no way of knowing what was so bad about him saying that to Bobby until she'd already yelled at him, and by then it was too late. She never was much for apologizing.
She went to her room and laid down for a nice long nap until their mid-afternoon session. She sighed deeply as her eyes closed and sleep almost came for her until she heard some coughing and gagging followed by puking coming from the room next to hers. Gambit's room. She got out of bed to make sure he was okay, and walked into the hole in his wall that used to be a door. She sighed again and walked further into his room, towards his bathroom.