[retro party action!]

[risesagain]

Jean is more than a little aware that parties, especially birthday parties, are rarely thrown for the people whom they're suggesting it be for. It's about the gathering of people, the feelings, the throwing down and other things. A party that isn't celebrating their sudden arrival and pluck surivival skills has been in dire need for a while. Her

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[exweapon]

I'm not exactly one for parties. No surprises there. But if it's for one of the X-Men, and this one in particular, I feel like I should show up.

Even if it's just to find a quiet spot and a beer in Stark's surprisingly well-appointed kitchen - guess no one told him we're on a deserted island - and lay low.

[un_gloved]

Humming along with the increasingly distant strains of the catchiest dang version of St. James' Infirmary that she'd ever rightly heard, Rogue mostly sauntered and borderline bounced into the kitchen, ferrying a few used and subsequently forgotten glasses. She wasn't sure who Tony was filching 'em from, but they sure did add a nice touch to a party. After the compound and now building her own place, it was all so civilized it made her feel like Mary Anne off of Gilligan's Island stepping into the wrong show, like some sort of billionaire's version of Robinson Crusoe. Not that she was complaining.

She stopped short and broke into a smile when she saw Wolverine, and brushed past him to dump the glasses in the sink.

"'n who're you hidin' out from, or should I not ask?"

[exweapon]

Who does she think?

"Who says I'm hiding out from anyone?" I say, over the top of my beer.

[un_gloved]

"Everyone, then," she said, undeterred in her decision to be in not just a good but a gosh darned care free mood, and went over to lean against the counter opposite him, resting her elbows on top of it and her chin on the back of her wrist.

"You sure do look awful handsome, Wolvie."

[exweapon]

"Now I know you've been drinking," I say, taking a swig of my own drink. "You cleaned up nice, though. Thought that box was meant to hate everyone."

Seems to be awfully considerate to people going to a costume party, that's for sure.

[un_gloved]

"Reckon we've come to a kinda understandin'," Rogue said, grinning a little. She straightened and made a quick little turn, the hemline flaring out before it swishes back and settled against her legs.

"It gives me th'most heinous, offensively colored, dolphin-emblazoned beachwear and in return it coughs up somethin' passable for parties." Still grinning, she leaned back, then pushed herself easily up to sit on the edge of the counter and crossed her legs.

"You don't think it's too short, do you?"

[exweapon]

I think she's asking me fashion advice. I need to go out and kill a boar or something, I think people're getting used to me.

"Darlin', if you ever ask a fella that and he tells you yes, he's not even batting for your team," I point out.

[un_gloved]

"You like it, then," she said brightly.

"So, 've ya carved somethin' inappropriate into the stonework somewhere, or are you managin' to contain y'self?"

[exweapon]

"You see my hand bleeding?" I ask, holding up my spare fist. Can't just go popping the claws out whenever I feel like it's convenient, anymore. More's the pity.

"But if you want to help me break into Stark's workshop to do it, I'm all ears."

[un_gloved]

"Awe, c'mon, he ain't so bad. This version, anyway," she said, tilting her head to one side. She reckoned there wasn't a thing on the whole island as comforting as Wolverine being grumpy.

[exweapon]

"Don't see how that makes it any less fun," I say, because I don't. He might not be a fascist nark, but he could probably still stand to be taken down a peg from time to time.

Most people could.

[un_gloved]

"I don't wanna piss him off 'fore he gives me air conditionin'," Rogue said frankly, shooting something that bordered on being a real hangdog expression out the way of the partygoers.

"I may be a river rat born 'n bred, but it can get a little warm out here, even for me."

[exweapon]

"Ah, well, I'll leave it," I say. I can always come back and do it later if I have to, and mostly it was just a way of wasting time. "Wouldn't want to leave you all hot 'n' bothered."

[un_gloved]

"Shoot, Wolvie, in that get up, did ya think you'd leave me any other way?" she teased back, sliding off the counter and moving to pour herself a drink from a decanter of whatever it was Tony had stashed in this room.

[exweapon]

"You always did have weird taste," I counter, tipping back my beer as she fetches herself a drink.

[un_gloved]

"Ah do not!" she protested. "My taste is just fine."

She took a sip of her drink, nodded a little to herself in approval, and leaned against the counter on her hip.

"So what d'ya think of him?"