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Night in Paris (RP for Logan)

Feb 14, 2007 01:00

*OOC -- RP for jameshowlett6 and probably iron_tony, who will show up and make a nuisance of himself at some point.It's not as though Jean has any kind of expectations. She hasn't seen Logan in ages -- and last time she saw him, he stabbed her. Sure, she seems to be better, at the moment, and completely and utterly de-Phoenixed. Still, "I won't go insane and try to ( Read more... )

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jameshowlett6 February 14 2007, 06:25:48 UTC

Maybe he shouldn't have come...because really, what were they going to talk about? Jeannie coming back from the dead again? For what, the millionth time? Logan reached his hand out to knock on the door, nervously scratching the back of his neck. Why did the fucking collar feel so itchy? he thought to himself as he waited for her to open the door.

shadeof_grey February 14 2007, 06:30:09 UTC

"I got it!" she calls out, then, remembering that she probably should have said it in French, starts to apologize, then realizes she is looking at Logan over the tops of Tony Stark's stupid roses.

"Um. Logan. Hi." She blinks, then says the only thing she can think of. "Nice shirt."

jameshowlett6 February 14 2007, 06:36:44 UTC

He raised in eyebrow in silent amusement, curious about the roses but wouldn't say anything. She knew it. He knew it. He would probably tease her about them later though. "Hi." Logan scratched the back of his neck again. "It's what ya wanted, right? I even left my cowboy hat at home." His lips slowly curved up into a grin. "Nice flowers." He couldn't resist any longer.

OOC: Forgot a word. lol

shadeof_grey February 14 2007, 16:33:02 UTC

Jean rolled her eyes and pulled the door wide open.

"Come in," she said, and pulled the flowers to her chest -- momentarily relieved for a moment that she didn't have to decide whether to shake his hand or hug him, or something else.

"Come help me find a vase." She walked to the kitchen without looking back at him. "You're not going to believe who these flowers are from." Actually, she realized, he probably would; he just wouldn't realize that the gift was at least partly justified. She had been sending Tony Stark mixed signals, at best. Like having sex with him, while claiming to hate his guts. That was about as mixed as it got, right? Jean had a notion that Logan might actually understand that better than she did.

Not that she was going to tell him, of course.

jameshowlett6 February 14 2007, 20:01:55 UTC

"Tin Man?" He asked with a straight face as he followed her inside. "Nah, just throw them out. He probably wouldn't notice." Logan shrugged, tugging at his collar, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and watched as she searched for a vase.

shadeof_grey February 14 2007, 21:03:13 UTC

"Iron Man," she said, automatically. Laying the flowers down, she clambered up on the counter (belatedly realizing she's wearing a short dress, probably flashing Logan a little bit of leg) and started looking in the cupboards for a vase.

In truth, she had been half-ready to throw the flowers out but now that Logan suggested it, for some reason -- sheer perversity, maybe? -- she was determined to keep them. She found an old, dust-covered faux-crystal vase, and brought it down.

"I'm keeping them," she said firmly. "Whatever you may have seen on the news, I don't exactly have people banging the door down to bring me flowers." She meant it as a joke, but was afraid it would fall flat. Hastily, she held the bottom of the vase out toward him -- so he could take it without getting closer than she was ready to get -- and pointed at the sink. "Water, please."

jameshowlett6 February 15 2007, 04:08:31 UTC

"Iron Man." He repeated, really trying not to grin. Then he really smiled when she flashed a little bit of leg when she climbed up on the counter. "So you're keeping them then? Ah well, they'll die in a couple of days anyway. I didn't send ya flowers, darlin' but I'll take ya out to dinner." Logan offered as he took the vase from her hand then reached over to turn the faucet on. He filled the vase up halfway before handing it back.

shadeof_grey February 15 2007, 22:13:19 UTC

"Dinner would be nice." Jean smiled, taking the vase from him.

She positioned the flowers on the breakfast table, but tried to be subtle about crumpling up the card. She didn't live here alone, after all.

"We may as well go out, hope we can find a place. Did you have anything in mind?" Swallowing, she added. "The girls are here somewhere -- Rachel and Rogue, I mean. I'm sure they'll want to talk to you, just. . .I think they're watching a movie or something. Maybe later?"

Jean felt a little guilty, knowing the girls were fond of Logan, but a family reunion would be a bit much to take right now.

jameshowlett6 February 16 2007, 00:16:54 UTC

"Then dinner it is. I could always pick ya up some roses on the way." He smirked, watching as she crumbled up the card and threw it away. He was amused. He knew it was because of Anna and Rachel. "How about the nearest bistro? They still got good food at those places, right?" Logan asked with a smirk, his face brightening when she mentioned Rogue and Rachel. "Later would be good for me. I missed them."

shadeof_grey February 16 2007, 16:02:52 UTC

"Rachel and Rogue are good," she says, and it's a bit of a non sequitur, and she's not at all true it's true, but she smiles a little abstractly at him. "I didn't realize flowers were your thing. Are you ready to go?"

She moves to get her own coat.

"I know just the place but it will be crowded." With a sly grin, she says, "I hope we can get a table --"

jameshowlett6 February 17 2007, 06:35:40 UTC

"That's good then." He smiles a little then nods. "Always ready to go, Jeannie." Logan follows her, ready to help her with her coat but then stops, a little uncomfortable but doesn't show it. Her words...there was the one time..."I---of course they're not my thing." He quickly agreed. "What are ya gonna do if we can't?" He asked with a smirk.

shadeof_grey February 17 2007, 19:14:33 UTC

Jean does not want to keep talking about flowers, not because she has any idea of awakening uncomfortable memories within Logan, but because she doesn't want him thinking about what she might have done to deserve roses from Anthony Stark. She's wondering

"I have an idea." She grins. "Let's have a contest. This place is definitely going to be full. You see if you can persuade them to let us in. If it doesn't work your way -- we'll try my way." With a wink, she says, "No powers, of course."

She glances at the door, wondering whether he'll open it for her. In some ways, she's still old-fashioned, and she knows that Logan can be, too.

jameshowlett6 February 19 2007, 07:07:12 UTC

Logan smirks crossing his arms over his chest and looks down at her. "You're on, darlin'." He agrees with a nod, wondering why she didn't mention anything more about the flowers. She seemed seemed nervous to him. Was it because of him or something else? He just shrugs and steps to the door. "After you, Jeannie." He grins and bows playfully, holding the door open for her.

shadeof_grey February 21 2007, 05:27:00 UTC

They walk out into the street and it's sort of a cliche, the Left Bank by moonlight, but it's not like it's a bad cliche, and she's happy to walk with him in relative silence.

The restaurant she has in mind is close by, but the maitre d' scowls as soon as they come in the door.

Jean studied French throughout high school and college, and she's been enhancing her abilities with a little bit of psychic cheating, since she's been here, so she understands the waiter as he says, Monsieur, Madame. . .what time is your reservation?

Jean nudges Logan. All right, bub, she thinks in his direction. Give it your best shot. She'll lend him some French, if he needs it.

jameshowlett6 March 4 2007, 09:02:15 UTC

Logan snorted, nudging her back as he stepped forward. Nah, I'm good, darlin'.

He smiled charmingly, ignoring the maitre d''s scowl. He could so do this. There was no way in fucking hell he was going to lose a bet.

He absently ran his fingers through his hair, still feeling uncomfortable in his clothes. He bit on his lip then smiled again. Logan started talking to the maitre d' while thinking to himself, it should have been a woman.

shadeof_grey March 4 2007, 23:01:59 UTC

Jean isn't one, normally, to root around in her friends' psyches -- no, really -- but she couldn't quite hear what he was saying, and so she tapped into his mind and caught the thought. Should have been a woman? Honestly, Logan, I am not making that kind of a bet with you. How you doing there?

As Logan and the maitre d' are speaking, Jean half-notices a woman -- the restaurant manager -- sizing up Jean and Logan, and starting to walk toward them.

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