Of Bubbles, Kittens, and Men [RP for tm_magneto]

[tm_rogue]

Rogue was developing a headache, arguing with that man was definitely not the way to try and relax on the weekend. She sighed, walking into their room and picked up Finn, cradling him in her hands and rubbing his head. "Hey baby," she murmured, smiling as the kitten curled against her. "Momma needs ta relax an' it ain't gonna be in a way ya like

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[tm_magneto]

Erik went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet, the one where Toad hid the alcohol and they all pretended that Erik didn't know about it. "Ah." He found the bottle of gin--Bombay Sapphire, at least Toad had good taste--and carried it, glassless, back to his bedroom.

Rogue was in the bath. He opened the door unceremoniously, stared at her, and uncapped the bottle of gin.

"I hate that man. I hate him. If I could, I would find a piece of metal and twist it into the dullest configuration I could come up with, and then I would jab him to death with it."

Erik upended the bottle and drank. The gin burned, despite it being a rather expensive variety. He pointed at Rogue. "I know that he needs to remain alive--honest to god, the man is almost an honorary recruiter for us with rhetoric like that--but he makes me angry."

He took another drink out of the bottle, then looked at her again. "Do me a favor and move those bubbles so that I may properly leer at your naked body."

[tm_rogue]

Rogue picked up a handful of bubbles and blew them at him. "Ya shouldn't let him get ta ya, sugah. He ain't worth it."

She leaned back, pushing the bubbles that were covering her chest. "There, that better?" Grinning, she tilted her head, studying him.

"He is insufferable an' his ideas! His ideas make me wanna scream. Oh yes please, lets just lock up people because they may do somethin' wrong."

[tm_magneto]

"He is a worthless flatscan and I hate him," Erik said, upending the bottle again. "I just said flatscan. Pyro would be so proud of me. And where is my soldier, Pyro? Moping somewhere about his boyfriend. Good lord, woman, has the world gone mad?" Erik hopped up and sat on the basin, udoing the top button of his shirt. He raked a hand through his hair, and drank more gin. "I would give you some, but I forgot to bring a glass."

He looked for a moment at her breasts, wet and glistening from the soap. "That is better, yes. You have some suds on your nipples. You should brush them off." She didn't, but he thought she'd probably humor him.

"Do you think Senator Kelly would enjoy knowing he drove me to drink? The last thing that did that was when I saw a documentary about Asteroid M."

[tm_rogue]

"Pyro's at his house. The one in Kansas....um, did he ever tell ya about that?" Rogue pursed her lips, shifting in the tub. The bubbles sliding off of her breasts. "I don't remember if'n I was supposed ta tell ya that or not. An' of course he's worried about Doug. We all are. Poor boy shouldn't be in some jail for somethin' he didn't do."

"Well, ta be fair, Erik, Asteroid M was kinda...an interestin' location for residence. An' the name. Couldn't think of anythin' better?" She smirked, feeling mischievous.