14799/Oblivion, they name is Laphroaig.

Oblivion, they name is Laphroaig.
Date of Scene:	28 April 2023
Location:	Warren's Penthouse
Synopsis:	Rogue gets off with a warning.
Cast of Characters:	Warren Worthington, Rogue

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Warren Worthington has posed:
When she arrived, she would find Warren with a drink in his hand. He had a significant head start, and was dressed black tie, as if he'd just come from a function. So he was tipsy at the function, pleasantly stupid in the car ride home, and now a little blitzed. "How did you know I needed you?" he mused, waving her toward the bar. "Catch up! Ketchup! Mustard. Rogue. ROooooogue. Do you want to get married Rogue?" he wondered, blue eyes almost glowing and head tilted just enough to look interrogative. "I don't mean do you want to get married. I mean, do you want, to get married?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had been out on patrol as 'Mighty Woman' which is her public super hero persona she goes by in the media. She's actually employed by a major brand name athletic company, that even supply her with a number of rather attractive uniforms to 'do her job' in as a New York super.

She's out and about when she gets the unusual text from Warren.

Minutes later and she's touching down on his penthouse balcon, wearing her Mighty Woman outfit of green, white, and charcoal greys. The outfit has a green jacket over her torso with a charcoal grey shoulder cape hanging off her left shoulder behind her arm. The jacket has white trem around the waist and up her center middle. With tall boots that are adorned by metal plates, she looks pretty 'dope' as the kids say...

"Warren." Rogue speaks up. "I'm over here." She tells him, hearing the man talking to himself as she enters. "Are you drunk?" She asks with a grin, her southern toned voice as friendly as ever as she strides at a slow pace in to his home.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"I don't even drink. You know that."he said glancing her way and raising his glass in salutation. "And anyway this whiskey tastes like burnt dirt. But thats all whiskey, the better it is the more it tastes like dirt. I bet its like an Emporererers new clothes sort of thing, those of us with privlege have been tri..." he went silent for a moment. "I lost my place...what the fuck are you wearing?" he said, smiling dreamily at her.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue stops a few steps away, her right hand going down to her hip, a glove worn on it that extends up to her elbow, only a bit of her bicep exposed before her jacket short sleeve covers it again on either arm.

She glances down at herself, and then up at him. "My 'work' uniform." She says, pointing to her chest where there is a familiar 'swoosh' logo printed on it.

"Second job, that is. Though it's more like I'm doin' hero work, and payin' the proceeds out to charity, like stuff in Mutant Town."

Her eyes look around his penthouse then. "What have you been up to? Not used t'gettin messages from you outta the blue."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Huge VeeCee round finally closing out. Now all the projects get to compete for funding. Then the wave of project kick offs, then its a year of status calls. I realized, well shit, this my last month of social freedom. SO! SO." he sipped, stood up and moved to mix her a drink. "So I have been, well between trips to the school, and a few heroic outings, I have been trying to catch up with you guys. Even if its just for an hour here or there, its worth it to me. Also, you never really get to know what your friends need until you getem talking one on one. I want you guys to ask me for what I can provide, but your all a little proud. Anyway...you want somethin?" he said, waving across the bar.

He extended his wings slowly, resetting the position of each feather in sequence and breifly revealing the down beneath, until everything was just so and could be refolded. Then he leaned rakishly against the bar to await her answer.

Rogue has posed:
While he replied, Rogue was just sweeping her verdent hued eyes around his home, idly taking in the sight and decor since she hadn't been here in awhile. She looks back at him when he asks her what she'd like to drink, her white bangs waving gently against the sides of her face, while the rest of her dark chestnut hair is tied up on the crown of her head in a nice smooth bun.

"Uh...." She considers drinks. "Cranberry vodka?" She asks. "I can indulge in one or two drinks anyhow." She tells him with a smirk as she walks over to join him at the bar.

"Well, I'm glad t'hear your business endeavors are still rockin' an' rollin'. You probably got the most'a any of us, afterall." She says with a little smirk for him.

"So you comin' back t'help us out next then?" She inquires, her gloved fingertips now lightly drumming on the edge of his bar counter.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"I wanna say I never left, but I probably did." he said, mixing red juice and clear juice, in a cup made of boiled sand. "You mean like weed your garden, or like, fight for justice in a world of moral ambiguity?" he said with enough cool confidence to indicate he was being fatuous. "I wanna say I never left but thats not true, I been all kinds of not around since Kitty and I ended it."

Warren handed her a glass with a pleasant and welcoming smile. "I did the classic 'dive into work' thing, so as not to deal with the feel."

Rogue has posed:
When he serves the drink, Rogue accepts it with a soft smile. She raises it up then for a testing taste. A satisfied look graces her visage when she sets the glass back down again. The Belle from Mississippi leans forward on her right forearm on the bar's edge then, her other hand holding on to the base of the drink.

"Yeah, I'd heard you had come around here an' there for some stuff, but that you'd mostly been hold up in here, or wherever it is you do your work." She casts another look around before a grin ends up being given directly to him.

"And you know Ororo tends the gardens." She quips back at him, holding her grin.

She takes a second to enjoy another sip from the drink before it is settled down again on the bar.

"Kitty seems t'be doin' okay these days anyhow. I heard she's got a new beau out here in the city, but she hasn't told me nothin' about it, so I haven't pried inta it." She says casually, her voice naturally dusky like the midnight hour.

"Well it's good t'see ya either way. Ya mix a good drink too." She adds with another light smile.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"How about you, you just gonna hold those cards against your boobs all night?" he wondered, indcating she wasn't offering him much to go with so far. "You happy, things going ok? We lose anyone I might not have heard, tell me we didn't. What do you think about getting married?" he asked again, deliberately not addressing anything she brought up about Kitty and her new flame. "You gonna take the plunge? You know Illyana got married."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue shakes her head at him, a grin still gracing her expression as she looks to the right whilst considering his questions. When she looks back at him she shrugs her shoulders, causing her charcoal hued shoulder-cape to sway a bit behind her arm and at her side.

"I dunno. Remy an' I are on the outs, I guess. He never sticks around long enough t'make me take that kinda plunge with him, which is a shame... cause when he was around, I enjoyed it, ya know?"

Another sip of the drink is enjoyed then before she exhales. "Beyond that, I've been enjoyin' just bein' me. I've been havin' fun with some people, but I dunno if they'd wanna go that route either. This has been my first year as a teacher, ya know? Been teachin' poetry to the rugrats at the school. I think it's gone pretty darn well too, so that's where the mosta my focus has been..."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren listened intently, almost frozen in place. He nodded in some measure of understanding. "Bein you ain't so bad." taking in some of her speach patterns with a gentling of his voice. "Teaching doesn't sound so bad either." he sipped his drink. He gave Rogue a long look, like he was savoring something that might be fleeting.

"Theres a point where we all gotta give way and make room right? Living forever is selfish, hoarding knowledge and beauty is cruel. Don't know exactly when that point is, but should you live long enough to get in the way, you're one lucky ones. Hey maybe when the world is done with us we can sit out together on the porch in our rocking chairs? I need to build us a porch, don't let me forget."

Rogue has posed:
After enjoying another sip from the glass, Rogue sets it back down on the counter, then lays her hand flat atop the surface beside it. "Ya got a pretty nice balcony here, Mistah. That pretty much counts as a porch, doesn't it?" She asks with a lopsided smirk for him. A breath is taken in through her pert nose then as she reaches her drink hand up to brush some of her white bangs out of her face, followed by propping her chin in said hand and resting her fingers on the side of her face. She eyes him.

"So what's all the marriage talk about then? Are you gettin' anxious about such things? I mean look at your setup here... You're on top'a the world, I figured you were throwin' super model orgies in this place every night. Ya know, doin' blow off the back'a the models, or whatever it is that rich New Yorkers do 'round here." The southerner says with another big grin showing for him.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren Worthington explained, "So after my Father died, my mother married Burt. Then she passed and Burt remarried to Sable. Then hey threw him in prison for what he did to Kathryn." he shrugged a bit, as if he knew his family history was just a burden to any conversation.

"Anyway once Burt was gone Sable and I got close, kind of a nice mother son thing, we still talk every day. She asked me the other day if I was ever going to get married. She's at that age where Grandkids would be nice, she wants to be surrounded by family and love, and thats the job of the next generation right? Thats my job, and...yeah you know, I'm not really built for it." he lifted his brows, "I love bikini model, and they love me. But I also love Sable, and I was just trying to figure out if people like us get married."

Rogue has posed:
Throughout what he says, Rogue's green eyes are just locked on him. She has a smile showing at most of what he says, and when he finishes she just chimes in with. "That's sweet..." and then clears her throat. "The marriage and family part, not the bikini model part."

The Belle smirks again at him as she lowers her hand from the side of her face, picks up her drink and raises up to her full height beside the bar once again. "Illyana did get married, yep. She didn't invite me to any weddin though. But, I don't even know if she had one. I rarely ever see her." She states as she shakes her head side to side, her snow white bangs brushing her cheeks as she takes another sip of the drink.

"You could adopt, and hire a nanny to raise them. Just show up for the fun parts, with gifts and stuff?" She asks him with another grin given to him. "I'm kiddin', a'course. Though... I mean, gettin' some orphan kids outta some shit holes, and inta a place like this would be an improvement for them..." Another look is given around his home before she looks back to him.

"You're still young though, you got time. Maybe not a endless amount'a time, but still... You're gonna have t'get outta this tower an' mix it up though."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren laughed merrily as she finished. "You know Kitty's still in my life, but it feels pretty over. Very friendzone." he said leading Rogue onto the balcony. "I think shes the one I let slip away, but the more I think about her; I'm just so proud of her. She's come so far, she never wasted an ounce of her potential. I think she inspires me to do the same. Part of how hard I work is from watching her work. You know Rogue, I could just sit back any time. This machine will run without me, but I know Kitty would be disappointed in me, and so would I. She someone I let in, and she changed me for the better. If I was to get married, it would have to be to someone like that." he said resolutely, "Thats just how it has to be, sorry Sable."

Finally he reached over to clink his glass into Rogue's. "Theres nothing wrong with exceptionalism as long as you have the good sense to keep quiet about it."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue follows along beside him back out to the balcony area. Her shoulder cape, and loose strands of white locks, kick up in the wind outside, but she just raises her chin up some to direct the loose tendrils to flow behind and over her ears.

She clinks glasses with him in response, indulges in another sip of the delicious drink. "She'd come back if you asked her too, especially if ya did it with a giant diamond ring..."

Rogue is grinning at him then, her eyes twinkling with mischieve as she places her free gloved hand on to the edge of the balcony overlooking the city. "She's young. Hell, she's only half way inta 21... you'd still be basically robbin' the craddle with her."

She shrugs her shoulders then, and after another sip she looks out to the city. "I think you're the one who has meant the most to her. I know there was Piotr, but he's been outta the country for ages now, and they just never seemed to get past the flirtin stages, as far as I knew anyway..."

Warren Worthington has posed:
The Angel took in the delicate easterly wind, letting it carve the strands of hair just so. Closing his eyes for a moment, one hand on the balcony edge. "Time flies like an arrow, Rogue." He paused, and brought it back around with "But house flies like bananas."

"You teach poetry now, and thats my favorite one. I like the way its serious and irreverant at the same time, I like seductive it is, I like the way it fools you without hurting you." his tone was deeper and more mischevious as if hinting that flower petals he was spewing might be to honor something or someone else. "Life is so beautiful, I will try and be more grateful when I'm sober."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue laughs softly at what he says as she drums her fingers on the edge of the balcony railing. "I think you mean Fruit Flies." She says with a playful grin cast back over to him. "But I do like your breakdown of it. So I'll give ya bonus points for that part. Consider it a passin' grade." She chides the man.

When she takes another sip of the drink, she spares another look around the city extending in all directions around them, a view she might be impressed by if she weren't a flier and didn't basically see it all the time whilst zipping around the city on her patrols.

When she looks back at him then, she just tips her head slightly down as she eyes him. "I'm guessin' that's what the invite over here was about though, curious as t'my thoughts about Kitty's situation." She grins at him again. "I'm glad you're thinkin' about this stuff though. It means you're not entirely lost to your work."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Fruit flies, fruit flies, curses." he exclaimed, pounding a fist moderately on the railing and then sipping. He adjusted his wings again, long silvery white boundries dividing the sky behind him into shapes like mountain ranges. "Well I hope you don't think I dont enjoy your company, because that would be just about the worst outcome. I'll always want your insight, and I love listening to the way you talk." he said, offering a kindly flirtation. "But if you feel one iota less special then you are because I brought up Kitty, then I owe you an apology my beautiful belle."

Rogue has posed:
This gets a laugh out of Rogue. She reaches a hand over to pat him on the shoulder. "I'm just messin' with ya, Sugah." She says in that happy go lucky southern way of hers. The glass is pressed to her lips again, another sip is enjoyed before she looks back toward the city, and her hand then moves up to stroke her white bangs from in front of her eyes.

"Really, I'm just glad t'keep in contact with some'a the team that have been rare t'see lately. Like I said, Illy... Piotr.... yourself, we don't see each other very often. So gettin' a text from ya was a nice surprise."

She shows him another little smile then. "But yeah, you're welcome back to the early mornin' Danger Room sessions any time you'd like. Lord knows Scott would enjoy that." She states with a sly grin for him.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Well maybe thats what I better do." he said in a sing songy and still matter of fact way. "I do miss Scott though, I can tell you that. Nothing like his refreshing brand of honesty and integrity to wash away the last six months of fund raising."

After a pause and a long look into the middle distance he looked to his side and to Rogue. "Thank you for coming. I probably needed you here more than I would have been willing to let on."

Rogue has posed:
Over the brim of her drink, Rogue casts the man a sweet smile. "Happy to help." She fires back at him before taking another drink, finishing off the glass that he'd made for her. "Besides," she says then. "I'm a bonified New York super hero... I'm flyin' around your fancy tower here a few times a night, once or twice a week. So I'm almost always in the neighborhood."

She grins at him again before she offers him the glass back. "Speakin' of which, I should probably get back to it." She adds, her freed-up hands going to brush her white locks from her eyes as she brushes her hand over her forhead. "Nothin' like flyin' around after a bit'a vodka anyway, right?" She then asks with a side-ways smirk offered.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren smiled handsomely, his face lighting up and giving magnitude to his unbearable pulchritude. "Alright ma'am, but you keep it under forty five until you get across the county line." as he reached for her glass so she could depart to places unknown and deeds yet fortold.