She'd been pretty content for the most part, she didn't mind the holidays, she'd had a few without Raven and Irene, and writing to them was fine for this time of year.
Naturally, she wanted hot chocolate to toast the season. Instead, she walked into the mess to find Victor sitting, glaring at whatever he glared at.
"Would it kill ya t' pretend y' weren't a downer?"
His mood had been dour to start with, and after his run-ins with Jean and Mortimer, he was now feeling even worse. Jean had left him feeling angry at himself, and frustrated, whereas Mortimer just seemed to rub him up the wrong way on purpose. He wondered sometimes whether the green mutant was deliberately baiting him.
And now Rictor's little fuck-buddy, or sister, or secret lover - or whatever she was - had decided to come and bother him, too. Great.
Rictor was being friendly with Victor though. And Victor seemed to lay off with the threats to Rictor. So, Rogue thought, why not try. "Not a fan o' the holidays?"
Sure, some people weren't. A hundred plus years of 'celebrating' could do that. She took a seat across from him, careful of her proximity, just in case.
Victor and Ric might be getting along, but that didn't mean he was 'nice' all of a sudden. "Jus' ignore it then."
He just looked at her for a moment, making eye contact but not saying anything, before going back to picking at his nails with the knife. Rogue was right, of course. He could have tried to ignore everyone else if he'd wanted, found a place outside where no-one was likely to come and bother him; not that he was going to admit that, of course. Nor would he admit to the fact that it was his memories putting him in such a depressed mood, rather than any holiday greetings.
"Easier said than done when we've got Wade on the team," he growled under his breath, giving a snarl of irritation as his hand slipped, slicing open his thumb; but he ignored it, and carried on. "An' Rictor."
She actually chuckled a little at that; it was fair enough that Rictor and Wade were a little loud about their enjoyments and what not, but then, Rogue doubted that anyone would be stupid enough to pursue something when Victor was exceptionally against it.
"Well, Ah guess y' jus' gotta put up with it then, if y' ain't able to ignore it." More people enjoyed Christmas time than didn't. But then, maybe after all these years, Victor was just jaded.
"Ain't like anyone's forcin' y' to take part, although, Ah didn't think y'd be the type t' say no to eggnog?"
"Eggnog? That's that sweet drink stuff, right?" He must've had it before at some point - at his age, he'd probably done the equivalent of drinking his way up and down the bar several times over in every bar across America - but he couldn't recall exactly what that eggnog stuff was. "Why, have you got some?"
He was never averse to a drink, and the stronger, the better. Especially now.
With a shrug of one shoulder, Rogue got up from her seat, went into the kitchen area; she'd made it up earlier, wanting to treat some of the others to her own homestyle cooking. She took the jar out of the fridge and poured a glass for Victor.
She didn't bother with the Christmas decoration in the glass this time. "Here," she placed it in front of him, "Mississippi style eggnog."
Bourbon and rum would probably be his type of drink anyway. "Ah made it."
With a quick glance up at Rogue's face, Victor shrugged and picked up the glass, raising it to his lips and taking a long sip before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It didn't taste too bad, actually. With an appraising look, he drank again, draining half the glass in one go - not that it would really affect him that much.
Despite the grudging compliment, Rogue smiled. "There's plenty in the fridge, knock y'self out." Christmas spirit or whatever, Rogue would play nice for now.
"Y' can even just pretend its a rather alcoholic shake."
"Do I look like I wanna pretend it's a milkshake?" he muttered sarcastically, knocking back the rest of the glass as if it had been water. She would have been able to tell that he was no longer being hostile, though, despite his less-than-friendly attitude; Victor still couldn't forget that Rogue had been the one who'd slammed him through several trees back in Africa. He was still wary of her to an extent, although he'd make an effort to get along with her for Rictor's sake. His friendship with the young man meant he'd do his best to maintain a truce, however shaky. "An' where's my fries while we're at it?"
She fixed him with her mother patent 'get off your own damn ass' look. "The only thing Ah'd bring ya was a pack o' potato chips." And she meant it.
Playing nice only went so far, and she was just as aware as he was that she could kick his ass. At this point, she wasn't as afraid of skin contact as usual. She certainly didn't want him in her mind, but at the same time, she wouldn't back down around him.
She was too strong willed to be weak. "Y' want fries, go get 'em."
He snickered as he picked up the empty glass, rising to his feet and taking a step closer to Rogue, towering over her - although he was only intending to head to the fridge to get some more of the eggnog she'd made. He smirked down at her, a hint of contempt in his sneer, but at least he wasn't being openly hostile.
Naturally, she wanted hot chocolate to toast the season. Instead, she walked into the mess to find Victor sitting, glaring at whatever he glared at.
"Would it kill ya t' pretend y' weren't a downer?"
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His mood had been dour to start with, and after his run-ins with Jean and Mortimer, he was now feeling even worse. Jean had left him feeling angry at himself, and frustrated, whereas Mortimer just seemed to rub him up the wrong way on purpose. He wondered sometimes whether the green mutant was deliberately baiting him.
And now Rictor's little fuck-buddy, or sister, or secret lover - or whatever she was - had decided to come and bother him, too. Great.
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Sure, some people weren't. A hundred plus years of 'celebrating' could do that. She took a seat across from him, careful of her proximity, just in case.
Victor and Ric might be getting along, but that didn't mean he was 'nice' all of a sudden. "Jus' ignore it then."
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"Easier said than done when we've got Wade on the team," he growled under his breath, giving a snarl of irritation as his hand slipped, slicing open his thumb; but he ignored it, and carried on. "An' Rictor."
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"Well, Ah guess y' jus' gotta put up with it then, if y' ain't able to ignore it." More people enjoyed Christmas time than didn't. But then, maybe after all these years, Victor was just jaded.
"Ain't like anyone's forcin' y' to take part, although, Ah didn't think y'd be the type t' say no to eggnog?"
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He was never averse to a drink, and the stronger, the better. Especially now.
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She didn't bother with the Christmas decoration in the glass this time. "Here," she placed it in front of him, "Mississippi style eggnog."
Bourbon and rum would probably be his type of drink anyway. "Ah made it."
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"Not bad."
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"Y' can even just pretend its a rather alcoholic shake."
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Playing nice only went so far, and she was just as aware as he was that she could kick his ass. At this point, she wasn't as afraid of skin contact as usual. She certainly didn't want him in her mind, but at the same time, she wouldn't back down around him.
She was too strong willed to be weak. "Y' want fries, go get 'em."
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He snickered as he picked up the empty glass, rising to his feet and taking a step closer to Rogue, towering over her - although he was only intending to head to the fridge to get some more of the eggnog she'd made. He smirked down at her, a hint of contempt in his sneer, but at least he wasn't being openly hostile.
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