Logan stares blankly at the the pool game going on nearby, taking another
drink from the beer he held. His mind kept replaying the scene back at the
mansions, hours earlier; Marie and Bobby kissing. "What do you expect?
They're engaged.....did you think they didn't touch?" He knew a part of him
had, since when he'd left she couldn't control her abilities; somehow she'd
learned while he was gone. He'd missed her getting the one thing she'd
wanted since he knew it was before he even picked her up; he takes another
drink from the beer in front of him and orders another.
"Haven't you had enough?"the man behind the bar, a tall, tattooed, who couldn't have been more then mid 20's, says, not taking his eyes off what he was doing. "I'll tell you when I've had enough. Get me another one." Logan slams his fist against the bar and returns his attention to staring broodingly at the counter; a hand touched his shoulder, resting there lightly. "Logan?" He shrugs off her hand and takes another swallow from the bottle before him. He knew she was there, had known since she walked in. "Logan, can we please talk?" Rogue's voice is louder then normal, mostly to be heard over the noise, but some to make sure he heard.
He scowls,"Nothing's stopping you from talking, darlin'. Can't guarantee I'll listen, but talk away." The man behind the counter gives him his beer and he replaces the first one with that one. She sits beside him and orders a drink before speaking. "I know you saw Bobby and me kiss. I don't see why you had storm out and come here to drink; there's never been anything between us...you saved my life when I was seventeen and a part of me will always be yours because of it, but nothing more.." A part of her was his? What part? The part of her as a scared, untrusting seventeen-year old girl?he wonders, taking another swallow from the beer. The thought angers him and he throws it at the wall behind Rogue; she flinches, but doesn't move otherwise. "Logan, I--"
Logan stands and jerks her to her feet, hard, making her teeth slam together. "You, what? You're sorry? You didn't mean it? What were you going to say, Marie?" She turns her head away for an instant then defiantly looks back at him. "Does it matter what I was going to say? You've already made your decision about what I mean....I'm making mine now. Have fun in hell, Logan." Rogue pulls her arm free and walks out, blinking furiously to hold back tears; she would have suceeded if he hadn't caught up and grabbed her arm. She's forced to stop because of his grip on her arm, but refuses to look at him.
"Marie, I never meant to come back and do this to you. I figured you'd have gotten fed up with waiting and run again, hoped for it other days..." "You wanted me to run?" The words hurt. She closes her eyes, feeling sick now. He sighs,"Not like that. I didn't want to have to face what you'd become. You aren't seventeen and just a scared teenager who trusted someone who cursed or gifted like you. You're a grown woman who's found where she beglongs." Rogue opens her eyes and speaks,"And what are you, Logan?" "A grown man who doesn't know where he came from or why the hell he stays here..."
Rogue stares at him, then pulls her arm away, wrapping them tightly around herself. "So what are we going to do, Logan? You can't keep ruining my relationship with Bobby, but I know yo ucan't just leave..." Logan studies her, thinking, then sighs,"There's only one thing to do." She looks up at him waiting for him to continue. "And?" He leans down and kisses her, hard and deeply; she responds by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. He holds her tighter and presses his tongue against her lips. They part almost too willingly for him and he rubs his tongue along the inside of her mouth; she does the same. Neither notices the figure watching silently from the shadows. Her eyes are the only visible part, dark green and angered. She stares silently at them for a minute, then turns. "He'll be sorry he came back............."
"Haven't you had enough?"the man behind the bar, a tall, tattooed, who couldn't have been more then mid 20's, says, not taking his eyes off what he was doing. "I'll tell you when I've had enough. Get me another one." Logan slams his fist against the bar and returns his attention to staring broodingly at the counter; a hand touched his shoulder, resting there lightly. "Logan?" He shrugs off her hand and takes another swallow from the bottle before him. He knew she was there, had known since she walked in. "Logan, can we please talk?" Rogue's voice is louder then normal, mostly to be heard over the noise, but some to make sure he heard.
He scowls,"Nothing's stopping you from talking, darlin'. Can't guarantee I'll listen, but talk away." The man behind the counter gives him his beer and he replaces the first one with that one. She sits beside him and orders a drink before speaking. "I know you saw Bobby and me kiss. I don't see why you had storm out and come here to drink; there's never been anything between us...you saved my life when I was seventeen and a part of me will always be yours because of it, but nothing more.." A part of her was his? What part? The part of her as a scared, untrusting seventeen-year old girl?he wonders, taking another swallow from the beer. The thought angers him and he throws it at the wall behind Rogue; she flinches, but doesn't move otherwise. "Logan, I--"
Logan stands and jerks her to her feet, hard, making her teeth slam together. "You, what? You're sorry? You didn't mean it? What were you going to say, Marie?" She turns her head away for an instant then defiantly looks back at him. "Does it matter what I was going to say? You've already made your decision about what I mean....I'm making mine now. Have fun in hell, Logan." Rogue pulls her arm free and walks out, blinking furiously to hold back tears; she would have suceeded if he hadn't caught up and grabbed her arm. She's forced to stop because of his grip on her arm, but refuses to look at him.
"Marie, I never meant to come back and do this to you. I figured you'd have gotten fed up with waiting and run again, hoped for it other days..." "You wanted me to run?" The words hurt. She closes her eyes, feeling sick now. He sighs,"Not like that. I didn't want to have to face what you'd become. You aren't seventeen and just a scared teenager who trusted someone who cursed or gifted like you. You're a grown woman who's found where she beglongs." Rogue opens her eyes and speaks,"And what are you, Logan?" "A grown man who doesn't know where he came from or why the hell he stays here..."
Rogue stares at him, then pulls her arm away, wrapping them tightly around herself. "So what are we going to do, Logan? You can't keep ruining my relationship with Bobby, but I know yo ucan't just leave..." Logan studies her, thinking, then sighs,"There's only one thing to do." She looks up at him waiting for him to continue. "And?" He leans down and kisses her, hard and deeply; she responds by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. He holds her tighter and presses his tongue against her lips. They part almost too willingly for him and he rubs his tongue along the inside of her mouth; she does the same. Neither notices the figure watching silently from the shadows. Her eyes are the only visible part, dark green and angered. She stares silently at them for a minute, then turns. "He'll be sorry he came back............."