In New York, there was plenty to do. Moviehouses, Bars, Clubs, the list
was endless. After catching a cab into the city, arranged for them by
Professor Xavier, they decided to try their luck at a nightclub, and
surprisingly got in!
Inside, they sat at the bar and had a few drinks before going onto the dance floor and partying. Bobby didn't have a clue how to dance, but it was funny watching him. Rogue, on the other hand, shook her hair about and generally let loose, blending in easily with the rest of the crowd. Unfortunately, she had to wear her long gloves and a long-sleeved top so she wouldn't make skin-to-skin contact with anyone.
After an hour and a half, they decided to chill out by the side with their drinks.
"If Professor Xavier knew we were in a club drinking alcohol, he'd never let us out again!" Rogue commented, sipping her drink.
"Lets make the most of it then!" Bobby said, putting down his own drink, taking her hand and leading her back towards the raised level where people were dancing. She laughed and let herself be led, until Bobby stopped right in his tracks.
"Whats up?" she asked, looking around.
"I don't believe it..."
"What is it?" she asked again, looking in the direction he was. Then she saw what had stopped him.
Leaning against a wall on the other side of the room was their old school friend John. He'd gone missing after Alkali lake and had supposedly taken off with Magneto. Although it was upsetting, it wasn't surprising, Bobby had always been questioning the rules and anyone could see that he was biding his time. Now that time was up and he'd found a place where he could use his powers freely and break any rule he wanted.
John, or Pyro as he liked to be called, looked as though he was here for the same reason they were, to chill out. Bobby muttered something under his breath and started towards his old friend.
"Wait, what are you doing!?" Rogue exclaimed, grabbing his arm to stop him.
"I'm gonna teach him that the good guys always have the last laugh."
"Do you really think thats a good idea?" She spun him round to face her.
"Why not?"
"Because." She racked her brain for an answer but it was blank. She partially agreed, John should pay. Then she saw a good reason. "I don't think he's alone..." she trailed off, looking over her boyfriend's shoulder. Bobby turned round too, and saw that Pyro had company. A tall guy with long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail was now talking to him. Although he looked a bit older than John, they were laughing about something, like they'd known each other for years. Then Pyro pointed towards the couple and his companion looked in their direction, locking eyes with Rogue.
A feeling of apprehensiveness suddenly came over her as she examined him. He had a very sharp jaw and, although she couldn't see very much due to the lack of light in the club, he looked as though he didn't have any white in his eyes. They almost looked empty. A sly smile formed across his face and she felt as though all the air was going out of the room.
Shaking her head and blinking quickly to get him out of her thoughts, she took a deep breath and looked at Bobby. He had a look of anger on his face as him and John were having a staring match.
"Come on" she said, tugging at his arm again. "Lets go."
Reluctantly, he allowed her to lead him out of the club, grabbing their coats on the way. They walked round to the back of the building where they put them on and Rogue replaced her long, leather gloves with some shorter ones. Her coat was covering the rest of her arms so everyone was still safe.
She intertwined her fingers with Bobby's and they started to walk towards Central Park. Just as they were about to turn the corner out of the alley, Bobby was grabbed from behind and thrown backwards. He hit the ground hard and rolled several times before stopping.
"Bobby!" Rogue shouted, looking at the figure that had thrown him and was now moving towards him for a second helping. He punched Bobby again as he tried to stand up, stepping back and kicking him even further down the alley.
"What's wrong 'Iceman'," he taunted. "Feeling a little cold? Want your old friend John to warm you up?"
He pulled out his lighter and ignited the flame, using his powers to shape it into a ball. Grinning, he tossed it towards his ex-friend. Bobby raised his hand towards it and using his own powers, a burst of very cold air turned the ball to ice. It dropped and cracked when it hit the ground. Now Iceman was on his feet and ready to even the score.
"Hey John, how's your new life paying off? Because if that's the new 'training' you get, you should've stayed with us."
Another fireball was thrown in response but Bobby dodged it. "Has Magneto fulfilled his promises, or has he just turned you into a lackey?"
Behind Pyro, Rogue approached slowly, slipping off one of her gloves. She reached her now bare right hand towards the back of his neck and braced herself for another flood of his memories and powers. The last time she'd used her 'gift' on him, she'd saved several lives in the process. Now she was going to save her boyfriend from a few bumps and bruises.
Just inches from contact, someone grabbed her out-stretched arm and pulled it roughly behind her back.
"Keep y' hands to y'self chere."
Inside, they sat at the bar and had a few drinks before going onto the dance floor and partying. Bobby didn't have a clue how to dance, but it was funny watching him. Rogue, on the other hand, shook her hair about and generally let loose, blending in easily with the rest of the crowd. Unfortunately, she had to wear her long gloves and a long-sleeved top so she wouldn't make skin-to-skin contact with anyone.
After an hour and a half, they decided to chill out by the side with their drinks.
"If Professor Xavier knew we were in a club drinking alcohol, he'd never let us out again!" Rogue commented, sipping her drink.
"Lets make the most of it then!" Bobby said, putting down his own drink, taking her hand and leading her back towards the raised level where people were dancing. She laughed and let herself be led, until Bobby stopped right in his tracks.
"Whats up?" she asked, looking around.
"I don't believe it..."
"What is it?" she asked again, looking in the direction he was. Then she saw what had stopped him.
Leaning against a wall on the other side of the room was their old school friend John. He'd gone missing after Alkali lake and had supposedly taken off with Magneto. Although it was upsetting, it wasn't surprising, Bobby had always been questioning the rules and anyone could see that he was biding his time. Now that time was up and he'd found a place where he could use his powers freely and break any rule he wanted.
John, or Pyro as he liked to be called, looked as though he was here for the same reason they were, to chill out. Bobby muttered something under his breath and started towards his old friend.
"Wait, what are you doing!?" Rogue exclaimed, grabbing his arm to stop him.
"I'm gonna teach him that the good guys always have the last laugh."
"Do you really think thats a good idea?" She spun him round to face her.
"Why not?"
"Because." She racked her brain for an answer but it was blank. She partially agreed, John should pay. Then she saw a good reason. "I don't think he's alone..." she trailed off, looking over her boyfriend's shoulder. Bobby turned round too, and saw that Pyro had company. A tall guy with long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail was now talking to him. Although he looked a bit older than John, they were laughing about something, like they'd known each other for years. Then Pyro pointed towards the couple and his companion looked in their direction, locking eyes with Rogue.
A feeling of apprehensiveness suddenly came over her as she examined him. He had a very sharp jaw and, although she couldn't see very much due to the lack of light in the club, he looked as though he didn't have any white in his eyes. They almost looked empty. A sly smile formed across his face and she felt as though all the air was going out of the room.
Shaking her head and blinking quickly to get him out of her thoughts, she took a deep breath and looked at Bobby. He had a look of anger on his face as him and John were having a staring match.
"Come on" she said, tugging at his arm again. "Lets go."
Reluctantly, he allowed her to lead him out of the club, grabbing their coats on the way. They walked round to the back of the building where they put them on and Rogue replaced her long, leather gloves with some shorter ones. Her coat was covering the rest of her arms so everyone was still safe.
She intertwined her fingers with Bobby's and they started to walk towards Central Park. Just as they were about to turn the corner out of the alley, Bobby was grabbed from behind and thrown backwards. He hit the ground hard and rolled several times before stopping.
"Bobby!" Rogue shouted, looking at the figure that had thrown him and was now moving towards him for a second helping. He punched Bobby again as he tried to stand up, stepping back and kicking him even further down the alley.
"What's wrong 'Iceman'," he taunted. "Feeling a little cold? Want your old friend John to warm you up?"
He pulled out his lighter and ignited the flame, using his powers to shape it into a ball. Grinning, he tossed it towards his ex-friend. Bobby raised his hand towards it and using his own powers, a burst of very cold air turned the ball to ice. It dropped and cracked when it hit the ground. Now Iceman was on his feet and ready to even the score.
"Hey John, how's your new life paying off? Because if that's the new 'training' you get, you should've stayed with us."
Another fireball was thrown in response but Bobby dodged it. "Has Magneto fulfilled his promises, or has he just turned you into a lackey?"
Behind Pyro, Rogue approached slowly, slipping off one of her gloves. She reached her now bare right hand towards the back of his neck and braced herself for another flood of his memories and powers. The last time she'd used her 'gift' on him, she'd saved several lives in the process. Now she was going to save her boyfriend from a few bumps and bruises.
Just inches from contact, someone grabbed her out-stretched arm and pulled it roughly behind her back.
"Keep y' hands to y'self chere."