13636/Fittin' In

Fittin' In
Date of Scene:	25 July 2018
Location:	Mel's Roadside Diner
Synopsis:	A flashback to a simpler time.
Cast of Characters:	Logan Howlett, Rogue

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Logan Howlett has posed:
Summer, 2018.

The '65 El Camino rumbles into the parking lot outside Mel's Diner, the air filled with the chirp of crickets and summer humidity. As the practically-antique muscle car slash pick-up truck rolls to a stop, the man at the wheel rests one elbow over the door. The first car hop that rolls up to him is dismissed with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand as he points past her towards the Xavier School's most recent student.

"Hey, kid," he calls out the window towards Rogue, grinning, "They serve beer here?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue joined Xaviers back in February of this year, 18 years old at this time, she's been struggling with her mutation and the powers she 'took' from Carol Danvers. But, there'd been good progress with evening out her troubled mind, and making her feel more like a normal person again.

She'd come to the school via Logan, and through him the X-Men. Rogue first ran in to Logan up near Calgary, in Alberta, at a large truck stop in the mountain highway. It'd been a remote place, not the kind of place she'd expected to meet someone who would help change her life... but here she is now.

Standing at the pick up window, the Belle is wearing a pink and white outfit. A dress and apron. Her white and brown hair tied up on the back of her head. She looks up to the car, and smirks when she hears the shouted-out question. "No." Rogue says back to him. "Harry's is right there though." She states, using a ballpoint pen to aim behind Logan's car toward the adjoining parking lot where Harry's Hideaway is located.

Wearing white and pink roller skates, Rogue is idly swaying one of her legs to the music piped out through the place's speakers.

"Nice car, by the by." She fires at him as well.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Yeah?" Logan says with a nod about the car, "Well, don't go skatin' into it too fast. She's older'n you are an' I don't want any dents."

Surely Rogue couldn't cause too much damage, right? If only the people in the parking lot knew. After a moment, he gestures for her to skate over to the window beforehe continues speaking.

"Last time I stopped by Harry's, some asshole started mouthin' off about the Oilers and I had to put his head through the Wurlitzer. I'm meant to ... heh ... keep myself scarce for the next few days. Don't worry, though. Came prepared."

He reaches into the passenger seat and produces a bottle of Labatt Blue, popping the top off with his thumb and taking a swig.

"Let's not tell Uncle Chuck, huh?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue finishes up with her receipts and pushes them through the open window to the young kid on the other side, the young kid who has a huge crush on her and is always stuttering while addressing her. He does just-so, but Rogue mostly ignores him as she turns and skates over to Logan's driver's side window. "I'm the best damn skater amongst our crew." She tells him with a soft smirk, coming to pause beside his car and stuff her white gloved hands in to the pocket on the front of her apron, her long legs swaying on her wheeled feet, possibly using a little bit of 'flight power' secretly to keep herself from being dangerously unstable on those damn wheels.

She smirks at the bottle. "It's like a hundred degrees out here." She tells him. "You lookin' to get wicked day drunk, or somethin'?" She asks him then, squinting some as the sun is beating down upon her tanned face.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Sun'll go down eventually," Logan answers casually with a roll of his shoulders, "Then I'll just be wicked drunk. 'Sides, gonna take a lot more'n this to make me wicked anything."

He takes another sip from the bottle, breathing a satisfied sigh before he puts it down to rest between his knees and leans out the window a little towards the super-powered car hop.

"C'mon, this ain't the kinda weather for you to be out in. Jump in an' I'll drive you back up to the school. They're havin' a pool party or somethin', figured you wouldn't wanna miss it."

Rogue has posed:
Continuing to just idly roll forward and backward a few inches as she listens to him, Rogue smirks at the first part, then glances to the window she'd been standing at after the second part. "Yeah, my shift is over, was just gonna get cleaned up and start home. But this would save me from havin' to walk, or pretend t'walk until nobody is lookin'." She grins, suggesting at the flight / jump home since Xaviers is just down the road to Greymalkin Lane and through the line of trees in front of the property.

She tips her chin up at him. "Lemme clock out and take care'a few things. I'll be out in five?" She asks him then before turning to skate back toward the building, swaying her arms side to side as she just zooooms across the pavement, passing by another girl dressed similarly, and on skates, save for the long white gloves that Rogue wears up to her elbows...

Logan Howlett has posed:
"I'll be here."

Logan watches Rogue skate away for a moment before he turns his attention back to the world in general, taking another long draught of the beer bottle in his hand. His eyes trail over towards Harry's and a man standing out the front with a number of bandages and stitched-up cuts on his face. The Canuck leans over, winding down the window on the passenger side and pointing out of it.

"I see you over there, Frank! If you keep givin' me the stink eye I'm gonna whoop your ass again!"