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Breakfast at Marie's
When Marie entered the kitchen the next morning to quickly grab some breakfast for her and Warren, and then return to her room, she ran smack dab into Peter.
"Where's the fire?" he asked, following her as she grabbed to plates and started filling.
"I donno, Pyro's probably set one by now, go ask him, he's your buddy, isn't he?" she asked, grabbing extra eggs for Warren.
"Why are you moving to fast?" he sighed. "That's what I meant."
"Because I hate everybody at this place but Warren, so I'm here on a mission to get what I need and escape. Good enough answer?" she practically growled.
"You're grumpy."
"You're an ass, guess we're even," she remarked, filling two cups up with orange juice.
"You never gave me a chance to explain," he stood in her way, blocking the door.
"Explain to Warren," she hissed, shoving past him. She quickly returned to her room, kicking the door closed with her foot. Warren jumped, who was sitting on her bed.
"Eat." She sat the tray of food down beside him. He raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking at?" He gave her a mocking expression and after seeing her glare decided to just eat his food. Rogue leaned against the wall, drinking her orange juice. Warren looked up at her, raising both his eyebrows. "Yes, I saw Peter." Warren looked suspiciously at her. "I was a bit mean, but nothing horrible." Warren pointed to the door. "No, I'm not gonna go apologize!" He nodded. "No." Nod. "No." Nod. Warren got up and shoved her out the door, and she crashed right into Bobby and Pyro.
"Oh hey Rogue, where's your girlfriend?" John sneered, "Oh," he cast a glance at Warren, "She'd right in front of me." Warren scoffed.
"Nice insult Allerdyce," Marie muttered, "Very original."
"Better watch it or Warren may get another beating. Better protect your toy, Roguie," John snapped.
"Better watch your tongue," Marie retorted, "Or it might get cut off, the same way somebody obviously chopped off your balls."
"Clever," John said.
"I was just surprised you were smart enough to understand it," Marie said. "So, where's Peter, or are you done corrupting innocent students?"
"Why don't you ask Warren, he seems to have feelings for the Tin Man, little fag," John replied. "I feel pain when I think about all those damn fags of the world."
"I'd refrain from making comments like that around me," Marie replied sternly, "Or you're gonna feel more pain then you're familiar with."
"Well, I mean, I have to look at your face every day, that's painful as it gets," Bobby added.
"If you don't like fags John, then you must hate Kitty. I mean she's dating a girl," Marie looked at Bobby and smiled.
"Very funny," Bobby said.
"Look, I'm done wasting my time with you two whores, so if you'll scoot," Marie took a step forward.
"Make me," John challenged.
"Suits me," Marie said, before dropping to crouch position, swinging her leg out, and knocking John to the floor before he even realized she moved. "That was for what you did to Warren." She reached over and got a strong hold of John's neck. "And this is for your mom, who had to give birth to such an ugly beast as you." John turned pale and Marie let go, looking at Bobby.
"Hey, I didn't challenge you," Bobby said.
"Right," she started walking away, "You may wanna help your little bitch. And I'd keep him away from any mirrors so he doesn't hurt himself."