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Take Me Home Tonight
Date of Scene: 10 May 2020
Location: Harry's Hideaway (Bar)
Synopsis: Beers and pool at Harry's. Wagers made, and lost. Good times were had.
Cast of Characters: Emma Frost, Alex Summers, Alison Blaire, Henry McCoy, Warren Worthington, Carrie Kelley, Piotr Rasputin, Raven Darkholme, Kitty Pryde, Rogue




Emma Frost has posed:
It's Saturday night, and getting to the end of the semester. With the recent Sauron mess behind everyone, a handful of Xavier's and attached folks head down to Harry's for drinks and shooting pool. The jukebox is playing nothing but classic rock, because Harry wouldn't have it any other way.

Emma has put her, as she derogratorily calls it, "American Pisswater" on a small side table by the pool table the Xavier's crew has claimed for their own, eyeing the game dubiously. "Mm. Stab the ball with the stick, knock it into the hole?" she says dryly. "Sounds charming."

Alex Summers has posed:
    "It's not stabbing, it's using ballistics to sink the correct ball in the correct hole." Alex insists from beside her. "It's more...poking. Precisely." He's managed to talk a dark ale out of the bartender that he's sipping as he starts setting up the table. "Usually for the glory of getting money out of whoever you're playing against."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Propping her hands on her hips, Ali looks more comfortable in a setting like this than Emma might. "Jabbing? There's certainly force behind the pool stick." She notes and grins at Emma. "It's a fun game. Great for flirting." She notes cheerfully and looks at Warren with a grin. "Right, Fluff'n

Henry McCoy has posed:
Classic rock, drinks, friends - all this is close to Henry's heart. He's perched carefully upon a barstool, a drink in hand. He's watching the game for now, happy to relax and enjoy the company. "Yes, definitely good for flirting. Quite a bit of innuendo when done right." Hank grins, taking a sip from the long island. His eyebrow goes up. "Fluff'n?" He looks from Ali to Warren.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren is wearing some sneakers, designer blue jeans that have been specifically made to look a little tattered and worn, and a black t-shirt that has the city of Tokyo on the front with a large cat attacking helicopters flying around it with the word CATZILLA stitched across the top. He taps one foot to the tunes while sipping on a craft beer, eyes watching Alex 'teach' Emma pool, a small grin on his face. He looks over to Ali and laughs, "It can be. But so can golf, or baseball. Any sport where a fella can stand right behind his lady and show her the motions." He looks past her and to Hank. "Hey, Sparkles can call me Fluff'n, no one else."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Having received a text to see if she wanted to hang out at Harry's, Carrie had shot off a response to Hank agreeing. It's not long before the others are there that she nudges the door open to step inside spotting the all-too-easily picked out group tha was likely to include those few she knew. Hank of course, Warren, and Alison all of whom she'd met. What surprises her is Emma Frost being here. It does earn a grin as she makes her way further in.

"Hi everyone," she greets with a simple nod toward them. It's Hank who she joins at the stools with a glance at his beer as if to acertain the quality. Not that SHE had ever been caught drinking to begin with. With an all too innocent air she questions, "What horrible nickname has Warren earned now?"

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr had been invited to join the others as his day job was going to be slowing down a bit. He has acquired a seat by the table and has made himself comfortable with a pint of dark beer next to him. He is in a good mood for once, things having been peaceful for the time being. Though the comment on a nickname gets a laugh from the large Russian.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma lifts a brow at Ali, mouthing 'Really?' and trying not to laugh. She gives Alex a long-suffering look. "Ballistics and physics and trigonometry," she says with a sigh. "But it's still poking balls with a stick into holes." She takes a sip of her beer. She grins at Hank, and shakes her head at Warren. "You plan on showing Ali how to shoot pool?" she says. "Fluffins?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    Sometimes you just walk into the wrong bar at the wrong time.

    A blue skinned woman with deep brilliant red hair steps into the bar, and if that isn't enough of a give away to her identity, she has those predatory yellow eyes, the color of toxic, poisonous death, warning those that get close enough that they should fear her.

    Mystique walks into Harry's bar rather brazenly and the tail of her outfit wafts behind her as she continues to move deeper into the bar, and spotting a handful of familiar faces, the shapeshifter doesn't engage. Instead the azure mutant walks on a path, her thick soled shoes clomping on the floor as she moves towards the bar proper and claims a seat that has the fewest people around it, not wanting to stir trouble, she just wants,

    "Boilermaker Harry." She says, holding up a white gloved hand towards the bald man.

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Ooh, Hi Carrie." Alison grins and looks to Hank with a brow waggle. To Carrie she explains "I had to stop calling Warren Chicken Little so I've been considering some new alternatives." Looking to the target of her teasing she asks "Want a drink? My treat." Turning to head to the bar she looks at Emma with a smirk. "Oh, I would be teaching him-I have played my share of dive bars." As she turns to head to the bar she pauses and is struck by the very vibrant Mystique. "Oh...pool?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Well then! Hank sits up a bit straighter as Carrie arrives. A wide smile and a nod to the woman. "Hey Carrie! Glad you could join us!" He motions to the bartender. "Whatever the lady would like." He's all grins now. "Just relaxing after all the latest stress." He motions to his friends. "I think you've met nearly everyone?"

And then... there's Mystique. That's unexpected, especially since she's unmasked. Another sip of the drink.

"I like Fluff'n." He says, cheekily to Ali. Yep. Let the world play itself out.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "It's harder than the explanation makes it sound." Alex notes, raising a brow at Emma, then glances over to Ali and Warren. "WE could do teams, me and you versus Ali and Warren?" He sips from his drink, nodding to Carrie as she arrives, before his eyes are drawn to the blue woman walking in the door. "Huh, is she one of yours?" he wonders, glancing over at the X-types. "Havent' seen her before."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Listen, Emmaline Miranda Frost, and yes I made up a new first name and middle name for you to show how serious this is. Only Alison may call me Fluffins." He crosses his arms and nods, once. He then looks over at Ali and nods, "Sure, Sparkles. Whatever you think might be best to start the evening off with, I'll trust your judgment." He looks back to the others. "It's true, she could probably teach me. I'm better at putting sticks, not balls into..." He coughs and leaves it at that. "Teams could work? What do you think Ali?"

Emma Frost has posed:
"Eugh. Emmaline Miranda?" Emma wrinkles her nose. "Ali, if you do clip his wings, don't let him name your kids. God." Her eyes catch view of Mystique as she enters and she reflexively mentally scans her, getting back static. That... doesn't usually happen. The telepath frowns, glancing at Alex as he asks his question, wordlessly seconding it. "Mm. I don't even know how to play and you want me on your team?" Emma asks her boyfriend coyly. "This is so you can engage in the type of lessons Warren was thinking so loudly about, isnt it?"

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Lager." Alison asks Harry at the bar and holds up two fingers with a gesture towards Warren. "Make his kid sized." She adds before looking over her shoulder and grinning at Warren. "Doubles? I'm in. But Emmers and I against you and Alex. I'm curious to see who ends up couching who between you boys. I bet it's Alex."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley actually finds herself almost blushing when Alison does that eyebrow waggle toward Hank, but thankfully she can distract herself by glancing to the pool table. "Ah, billiards," she remarks with amusement. Of course she knew the general name. When you grow up with a British butler though, you learn the fancy shmancy names too. "Fine game. Good use of geometry and physics."

She slides onto the stool next to Hank giving him a little bump of her shoulder to his arm by way of greeting. "Thanks. Just a Red Bull on ice though. I'm a bit jet lagged," she admits with a chuckle as her attention shifts over toward the door. Mystique gets a bit of a look as well before she just... dismisses her. "Relative?" She asks Hank quietly with a clearly joking tone. After all they did both have similar colorations.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    puts her hands on her lap as she claims a barstool and sheepishly lifts a hand to brush her hair over her ear, Mystique waits for Harry and then smiles those pearly whites towards the bartender briefly as she seems to hide her face and return to a stoic passive look exceptionally quick. Taking a deep breath, Mystique reaches up to the shot glass and instead of pouring it into the beer like most would, she drops the whole thing into the drink and then.

    Bottoms up.

    Mystique drinks, chugs, her beer, gulp after gulp after gulp, slowlying turning the glass with her wrist as she lifts it more and more and more and then sets the empty container down on the bar and sighs a near happy sigh.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"What's wrong with Warren K. Worthington IV?" Warren asks, laughing. He turns his attention to Hank for a moment and looks between him and Carrie, grinning a little. When Carrie isn't looking he'll slip Hank a thumbs up. Then it's back to Ali and... was that... he watches Mystique chug a beer down, then looks to Alex and Emma. "I'm down for Ali's suggestion of Alex and I versus the two of you, Emma. Not sure what sort of stakes we should play for though, any suggestions?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex hmms, distracted back by Alison's suggestion. "Oh, gals on guys huh? Sure, why not, I'm down for it." he notes, offering the stick to Emma. "We'll defer to you ladies and let you break then." he says cheerfully. "As for stakes...losers split the tab?" he suggests.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Your name is too long," Piotr remarks between sips, "But could be worse." He shrugs and drinks some more, "Though I am curious to see who will win. No cheating!" He is actually, strangely, in a good mood. "Who has the winners?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Yes, the doctor is blushing. Furiously. Thank goodness for that lustrous blue fur. He grins to Carrie at the bump of shoulders. "Jet lagged? I'll have to swing by Gotham more often. It's only fair, after all." He offers, nodding to her. Yep. Not going to go into the thumbs up or eye waggles. Everything is fine.

At her commment regarding the other indigo-hued person in the bar, he shakes his head. "Not precisely, but after a fashion perhaps?" He says, cryptically.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma shrugs helplessly at Ali. Then she grins back at Alex. "The tab? Pssh. Those are easy stakes."

She gives Alex a big, all-so-innocent grin. "No, I think the losers should have to... hmm." She glances to Alison. "I think the losers owe the winners whatever they want in bed tonight." Only fair, given that it's a pair of couples. "Within some reason of course." She tsks. The tab. please. At this place, the tab for the group could be paid with her or Warren's couch change.

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Whoa. You all are getting way ahead of things! Don't start planning my wedding day yet Emma!" Ali shakes her head and waits to collect her two glasses. "Stakes...Losers buy dinner next time out?" Her more mild suggestion following Emma's. Looking to Emma she gasps in mock shock. "How fast you must think I am!" She looks to Piotr and sticks out her tongue. "How could any of us cheat at pool?" She asks and lifts her brows with a look at the boys.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Not that I'd mind, but the jet lag is from going a bit further than that. Had an out-of-country meeting earlier to attend," Carrie explains to Hank while her gaze shifts back over to watch the game that was about to commense. At least until her requested drink arrives. She was feeling a bit stretched thin even though she was looking forward to just getting to relax a bit. Thus the need for a Red Bull.

Which she nearly chokes on when hearing Emma's suggestion for stakes.

A quick pound of her fist to her chest comes as she clears her throat with a few loose coughs and a quickly rasped, "Wrong way," to explain she wasn't dying. At least not like that.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    The beer and whiskey combo hits the spot and is a great place to start, for Mystique then sets the glass down and holds up her hand to summon Harry once more and smiles a bit longer again, but still, not exactly naturally.

    "A stout, something russian if you got it." She says with a soft nod as she takes the napkin the first drink was under and takes the salt shaker and emptys a few grains onto the paper as she waits. Without any reaction she does seem a bit amused by Hank's squirming and the outrageous couples that seem to hang around Charles, must be something he puts in the water. She'll have to look in on that soon enough.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Pshh." Emma cuts a look at Alison. "You could make him give you a full body massage if you want to pretend to be so pure," she teases. "I already have ideas for what I'd want." She winks at Alex. "But if the boys want low stakes, I suppose dinner will have to do." She idly taps the butt of the pool cue on the floor.

"Your fans would be heartbroken if you got married anyway," she replies to Ali's comment. "So I wouldnt dream of it. I couldn't deal with the wailing and gnashing of teeth. Speaking of, have you officially broken the news you both are off the market yet?" she asks idly.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren turns to Piotr and shakes his head. "What do you mean it's too long? It's a good name, a strong name. A name you can trust. Also I'm not Remy, I don't hustle people at pool." He wags a finger at his big Russian comrade, then turns towards Emma and grins. "Okay, I'm down with that. Losers owe the winners whatever they want in bed, or a full body massage if that is what the two of you are really trying to get out of this deal. Dinner can be included too. Make a whole romantic evening of it, or whatever." He steps over to another table and picks up a pool cue and some chalk and chalks the end of it. "Come on Alex, we gotta win this."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"I updated my relationship status on social media, is that what you mean?" Warren asks Emma.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Officialy in which sense, like a press release? I'd think the people at the school know by now." Alex says bemusedly, shaking his head. "No, if that's the stakes you want, bedroom games is fine." he says, waggling his brows. "Or movie and massage, if Ali prefers her virginal image intact."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Name is too long," Piotr remarks, furrowing a brow and takes a deep drink from his glass. As the topic switches to the wager, he blinks and just facepalms. "Well, that is a strong wager," is all he can say as he shakes his head.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank glances over at the sputtering and coughing, ready to help if needed. But she's got it under control, and he has a guess as to what caused the coughing fit. "Are you sure you're all right?" He asks, quietly. A glance over to the risque wager going on at the pool table and a shake of his head.

"Blowing off steam." He comments, to no one in particular. "Out of country? Those always hit the hardest - so many timezones to plummet through." He grins. A chuckle at Piotr's comment. "Piotr, what's your full name?" He teases.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Collecting her and Warren's beers, she comes back over to the group. "I totally agree, Piotr. It's certainly a mouthful." She grins brightly and holds a beer out for Warren. "Here. I asked them to water yours down a bit." She teases and glances to Emma. "I posted on socials in that shirt you saw over lunch the other day and did a few cryptic tik-toks. Maybe we'll go to some big to-do on each other's arms or something, be press official." She demurs and sips her beer.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma laughs. "Well it looks like the boys are game," she points out to Ali. "And they gave us the break. You want or me?" Emma's grip on the cue tightens a little bit familiarly. "You can. I'll watch."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"I'll whisk her off to the south of France and make a big to-do about things, if that's what you're looking for, Emma." Warren takes his beer and kisses Ali's cheek. "Thanks! I need my wits about me, so I'll instead toast your thoughtfulness." He raises his beer towards her and takes a sip. And that's when he notices Emma take hold of the cue. "Oh shit, Alex, she's gonna hustle us. We're gonna get played and forced to do something delightfully terrible. Oh how my own deviant thoughts escape my mind now that my own plans are dashed."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley clears her throat one final time with a quick nod. Reaching out she snags one of those small drink napkins to wipe her mouth just in case she had gotten any of her drink dribbled out during her coughing fit. Best to make sure she was all cleaned up before attempting to speak after all. "Yes, thank you. Just got surprised by their conversation a bit," she has to admit honestly with a sheepish grin cast toward Hank.

"It was a bit tiring, yes, but a necessary trip. Thankfully things are settled back home regarding the dinosaur and gorilla changes. Life is going a bit back to normal." So far as she knew at the moment at least. "So... How are things on your end?" She asks while drumming her fingertips lightly against the sides of her glass.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin," the large Russian says to Hank with ease, "Simple, three words, done. Not this five word setup that Warren has." He nods and takes another drink, he shakes his head at the banter between the pool players, "Isn't there some musical about the troubles of pool on local society?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex rolls his eyes at Warren. "However will we bear the shame and kinkiness of our loss." he notes dryly, sipping from his beer as he settles back to watch Emma or Ali break on the pool table. "The secret is, it's still stuff with our girlfriends so win win either way." he whispers conspiratorily to Warren.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank ohs, and nods. "Hopefully everything went well on the trip. And yes, some dashing scientist noodled out the sequencing for reverting the changes." He waggles his brows. "As for how it is going here... I need to sleep more." He laughs. "I've been so focused on finding the cure, that it caused me to ignore a proper routine for self-care." The man admits. Logically, he understands he should not have done so - but a passion for helping his friends demanded he did!

At Piotr's mouthfull of a name, he grins good-naturedly. "Fair. Three names." He agrees, raising his glass. At the mention of a musical, he perks up and actually belts out a few lines!

"Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
Trouble!
Oh, we got trouble
Right here in River City!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"Hisnd that stands for pool!"

Alison Blaire has posed:
"I suspect you could whisk me to France anyway." Alison notes dryly and glances at Emma. "I've done this before, want me to break?" She asks and sets her beer down on the table before collecting a cue. Leaning over the table she considers her shot. "Watch and learn, Ivy League." She says to Warren before breaking the triangle. It's not a total break, but she sinks a few balls. "Oh. Stripes or solids...let's go solid." She looks at Hank and laughs. "Don't start on musicals, we'll be doing them all night!"

Emma Frost has posed:
"You say that now, Summers," Emma says dryly, "but I've already got plans. Though, fair point, I don't think you'll protest." She grins at Hank bursting into song, chuckling. "Nice break, Ali. Looks like we have solid, then," she smirks over towards the guys.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
The door opens to admit one Katherine Pryde. She had been on her way back up from New York, perusing the school social media site in the back of her Uber when she saw that people were out at Harry's tonight. One change of destination later and the car had delivered her into the familiar parking lot.

The eighteen year old would have been in this year's senior class but for graduating early and heading off to the UK for college two years ago. She wanders in, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with an image of the Milky Way and an arrow pointing to the edge with the helpful information, "You Are Here" above the arrow.

Spotting familiar faces, the brunette makes her way over across the bar. Her left hand is notably wrapped in a bandage as she uses it to wave towards Harry behinds the bar. "Coke. Unless you'll let me have a beer?" The look of disapproval she gets back causes Kitty to sigh and mutter. "Two years of drinking in pubs and now I can't get a Bud Lite in my own home," she mutters to herself as she turns back to head over to the group from the school. "Hey guys," she says warmly.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Not sure, Alex, not sure." Warren leans over and whispers back, "Really we win no matter what." He nods sagely, then turns to watch Alison break. When a few balls go into the pockets he groans, "Oh, you're going to hustle me too? Et tu, Alison?" He takes one look at the state of the pool table, the position he and Alex are stuck in with the striped balls, then gestures Alex forward. "I think you should be the first representative of our team, since I have no doubts you'll clean house." He nods very sagely, then takes a sip of his beer.

And then Kitty is amongst them, and the winged mutant wearing a CATZILLA t-shirt gives her a friendly wave. "Hey Kitty, glad to see you out and about."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr grins at Hank, "Yes, that one. They had us learn that in English class, since it had minimal accents in it. They wanted us to have it sound like we learned English out of a book." He finishes his drink and sees the arriving Kitty and waves as she arrives, "Kitty, good to see you!" He says as she arrives at the table, "Glad you could join us." The Russian finishes his own drink, but sets it aside for the moment and resumes eating his peanuts, "But yes, clearly pool is a hazard." His tone indicates that he is clearly joking.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex holds up a hand in greeting to Kitty as she arrives as he takes the pool cue. "Huh, sure, I'll bet.' he says to Warren amusedly as he sets up for a shot on an easier ball first, carefully leaning up as he leans over the pool table, then sinks it with a clack of the cue ball hitting it and the thump of it falling into the pocket. Not terrible at this, apparently!

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Oh goodness," Carrie utters without really thinking as Hank belts into song. That was... that was not something she was expecting and it causes her to regard him with a bemused, slightly uncertain grin. It finally devolves into a good natured laugh as she drops her head down into the palm of one hand just casually resting on the counter of the bar. "I guess this isn't any worse than puns." Which was her fault, usually, once she relaxed enough to joke around with them.

A quick swipe of her eyes is taken as she wipes away some tears of laughter over the moment still chuckling. "That was excellent, Henry. I think we both need to sleep more from the sounds of it." There's a pause and she hastens, "Er, in general not together or..." Oh god.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma chalks her hands, brushing the excess on her white jeans before grabbing her pool cue. She surveys the pool table, then purposefully selects the 6 as her target, which puts her moving over where near Alex is after his last shot. She leans over a bit as she lines up her shot, frowning slightly... getting to distract her significant other with her derriere bent over meant she didn't pick the easiest shot to make.

No matter. She shifts a little, putting just enough english on her strike to pop the 6 into a spin directly into the side pocket. "Luck, I guess." She slips back over beside Ali, grabbing her beer and smiling.

Henry McCoy has posed:
"Music, my dear Carrie, is what brings joy to a heavy heart." Hank extoles, motioning with his drink. "And musical theater, is an eloquent, exciting and jovial method to deliver joy." The Beast grins, clearly a fan. How often did he get dressed up to attend a musical? Quite often, it would seem. Then there's the comment about sleep.

Is it warm? It's warm. Right? Like, a sauna in here? Hank definitely looks to be sweating. That earns a long drink, the man nodding. "No worries, I caught the gist." He grins, letting her off the hook." Oh! Hey! Kitty! A wave is offered over to Kitty.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde flashes smiles all around to people as she gets various greetings. "So this is where everyone else hangs out while poor Scott is minding those with detention," she jokes to the various staff and alumni. And as Beast breaks out in song, Kitty laughs and says, "And been here for a few rounds already from the sounds of it," she says, flashing a bright smile over to the older man.

Kitty turns as Harry brings her soda over, and probably fresh drinks for anyone else who had placed an order. "Thanks," she tells him before turning back to the rest of the group. "Warren, so nice having you back around here," she says warmly. "I wasn't sure if you'd be here when I got back or not." Kitty's eyes go to Piotr and she gives him a small smile, and one for Alex, before looking over and spotting someone she doesn't recognize, the redhead talking to Hank. Kitty offers Carrie a little wave. "Hey, I'm Kitty," she offers.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Nudging Emma, Ali smiles. "Good effort. I'm sure we'll give the boys a run for their money." She comments and looks to Kitty as she greets everyone and gives her a small wave. "Oh good. That makes eight of us. That means the others can tap in after our game." She waits for Warren to consider his shot and leans in to ruffle the feathers near the base of his wings to mess with him playfully.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren watches Emma make her shot, shakes his head and lets out a long sigh. "Yep, we're doomed, but hopefully the best kind of doomed." He chalks his pool cue once more and before stepping over to the table turns to smile at Kitty. "Thanks! I've been trying to spend a lot more time around Xavier's, it's really good to be back with all my friends." He goes back to the pool table and licks his bottom lip. "I'm going to sink that ball..." He points to the 10 ball. "Into that pocket." He points to a corner pocket opposite of the ball.

Focusing on the cue in his hands and the cue ball and lining up his shot, he doesn't see Ali sneak up on him. Feeling his feathers ruffled, he hits the wrong side of the cue ball and it sends it spiraling to the side, knocking a few other balls around the table and almost sending the 8-ball into a pocket. "Sparkles! How could you?"

Emma Frost has posed:
"They might want to start warming up," Emma grins at Ali. "Because I don't think this is lasting much longer." She gives Kitty a nod of greeting, not recognizing her exactly but figuring she probably saw her before at some social thing at Xaviers. Maybe. Then Warren pockets the 8, and Emma laughs out loud. "Looks like we win!"

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Hank can't resist a musical reference, it seems," Piotr jokes and leans back in his chair, which fortunately is strong enough to handle his mass, and he gives a nod to Kitty, "The joy of the end of the school year, detention duty is light at worst, it punishes us more than the kids. Also the upside of teaching electives, kids have to choose to take my classes!" The Russian glaughs and looks over to the pool table, and then back to his own table, "Seems things are getting tense over there."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
As Hank extoles the virtues of musical theater Carrie just grins along listening. Her own drink is taken up for a sip though it's nothing more than a glass of ice with Red Bull. Got to water it down a little so it's not quite as dehydrating, and this way it seems a bit classier than just drinking from a can. "Sounds like fun. I've been to a few operas, but never musicals. Might be worth a shot sometime." And likely more enjoyable than opera. While she could appreciate it as an art it was rather dull to sit through two hours of.

Kitty's arrival causes her to lean around the side of Hank to give the other girl a wave in greeting. "Oh, hi, I'm Carrie Kelley, a friend of Henry's." Which is why she was here of course and thoroughly ignoring all the flirting going on over at the pool table. "Visiting from out of town," she explains with a grin. "It's nice to meet you."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex folds his arms over his chest, then winces a bit, rubbing his side as he readjusts after a moment. "Oh, are we allowing tickles as distractions now?" He eyes Emma, holding out his hands as his fingers twitch as he advances on her playfully. "I feel like we're owed revenge for this loss!"

Emma Frost has posed:
"Nope, fair and square!" Emma chirps. "Their turn!" She doesn't even bother dodging Alex's grabby hands, stepping to him and leaning up to steal a quick kiss. She holds out her cue towards Carrie. "Hey, Carrie. Show them how Gotham plays pool?" she grins at her fellow Hellfire member. She then glances to Alex and shoots him a quick telepathic message, her expression perfectly innocent.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde glances over towards the game going on over at the pool table. "Looks friendly," she comments of the distractions, grinning slightly before turning her attention back to those at the table. "Nice to meet you, Carrie," Kitty offers back. "Yes, summer vacation, there's really nothing quite like it, is there. I can't really decide yet if I want to do more schooling or go find a job," she says towards Piotr.

Kitty motions towards a chair by the big Russian, as if to ask if anyone is using it. If there isn't an indication otherwise she takes a seat in it, and gets a sip of her coke. "How did your classes go this year?" Kitty asks Piotr. "I meant to keep in a little better touch than I did," she says a little ruefully. Kitty looks back to Carrie to say, "Well, Hank would be your person for picking out musicals to see." She flashes the blue-furred mutant a warm smile. "Man it's good to be back home," she says.

Kitty glances over towards the pool table. "Who's the blond woman? Saw her once before but didn't get her name," Kitty says.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Even more embarassment. "Sorry, my manners." He apologizes to both Kitty and Carrie. "Yes, Carrie is from Gotham. Kitty is a friend of mine from the school I teach at." He offers over, trying to add in a hasty introduction. He grins to Kitty. "Most certainly not inebriated. I need no liquor to sing classic, or more modern, musicals." He winks to the young woman. A glance to Carrie after that, nodding. "If I acquire tickets, I would be honored to take you to see one..." Was that an offer of a date?

His yellow eyes go to the pool table, grinning at the antics. And then Carrie is offered a cue. "Emma Frost?" He looks to Kitty. "That's Emma."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Holding up her hands, Alison steps back and chuckles. "I did it for France?" She says questioningly before ducking around a table and picking up her beer. "Would you believe the Professor made me do it?" She tries as well on Warren and looks at Emma with a chuckle. "This is why you should let me wear down Papa Frost. You have so much more fun with us, Emmers."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Revenge? I don't need revenge, not yet anyway." Warren says, eyeing Ali for a moment as he reaches for his beer, picking it up and then slips an arm around her waist. "The Professor made you do it, uh huh. Well, just for that I'll see about finding some place nice and cozy to spend a week at." He leans over and puts his head gently against hers. "Emmers huh? At least it's something I can pull out to counter Fluffins."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley fidgets momentarily with her drink between both hands. Fingers drum against the sides at least until she realizes what she's doing, and then she ceases it immediately to instead swipe down the condensation on the sides with a bar napkin. It's Hank's offer that has her hesitating before responding. It's with a rather large grin that she responds quietly, "I think I'd like that a lot."

THANKFULLY there's a distraction as Emma calls out to her offering the pool cue. A small repreive before she runs the risk of breaking into a blush or anything similar. With a quick laugh she nods. "Excuse me a moment, seems I have to uphold the honor of my city." With that she slips from her stool reaching out to take the pool cue from Emma only to twirl it over her shoulder.

"Bit big for a baton, but not so different," she jokes as she brings it around correctly and leans over to snag the cue before moving to rack up the next round.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr notices Kitty's gesture and nods to the seat, "It's free for the taking," he gives a smile and continues, "More schooling couldn't hurt, though what field of work or studies are you looking at?" The Russian then ponders on the academic year, "It has been a busy year, hard to keep track of everything, but the year went well enough for my first one, now that I have my lesson plans made I can edit accordingly for each year, though trying to find the right Russian literature is always a pain, definitely not the most pleasant reads for some, though if Boris would quit messing up my canvases and paperwork, things would be a lot easier," he laughs, "But I'll figure it out."

The Russian then asks, "Indeed, that is Emma Frost, Alex's girlfriend." Beast's offer to Carrie gets a blink from Piotr, who then says, "Hank is definitely one of our best-versed in musicals." He munches on a few more peanuts, "And good luck in your round of pool."

Emma Frost has posed:
"There is no counter for Fluffins, Fluffins." Emma smirks ar Warren as Carrie snags the cue. "So how are you all splitting? Coupling up or women vs boys?" Emma asks the other four, taking a swig of her beer.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Smiling, Alison leans into Warren. "I've been calling her that for years. We go way back." She tells her feathered beau and then kisses his cheek before leaning back to pick up her beer. "Fluffins." Looking to the others she chimes in. "Yea! Let's see those educators at work! Henry, Piotr."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex flushes a bit at Emma's look for sooooome reason that will remain mystery. "Ah, so we get to try and regain our honor after that showing?" he says cheerfully. "I'm good with guys and gals again."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The smile Hank wears is bright and cheery. A nod to Carrie, the man chuckling. "Show them the pride of Gotham." He offers, sipping again from his drink. He blinks, looking to Alison. "Educators at work?" He looks to the others. "Am I to play?" He looks a bit lost, having other things on the forefront of his mind.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Should we ask Henry and Piotr to join up as a team versus Kitty and Carrie? Then there can be a wager, though maybe not the same sort of wager that we had going for our game." Warren offers. Helpfully. Because he is a helper. "Maybe the gentlemen can take the two ladies out for a nice meal sometime no matter what happens, but if the ladies win, they get to determine what restaurant to go to."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde grins back to Hank as the usually upbeat man tells her his singing isn't from inebriation. As he makes the offer to Carrie, that also gets a soft smile from Kitty though she focuses her attention elsewhere, a best attempt to not eavesdrop while sitting there.

Kitty refocuses on Piotr. "Emma Frost. Think maybe I saw her at the Octoberfest thing, as well as once at the school," she comments. "She kind of has a look that stands out," Kitty comments quietly to the Russian. "So I haven't heard any rumors of Doug's demise. I was wondering if you'd go for the insta-kill, or torture him slowly. I didn't think you had the torture thing in you, Piotr Rasputin," she tells him with a playful smile. "How are he and Illy doing anyway?"

Kitty glances over at the pool table. "Oh, are we up?" she asks, glancing around after hearing Warren and letting herself be included.

Emma Frost has posed:
"That seems a more PG rated wager than what we made," Emma agrees with Warren. "So it seems fair." Though a faint hint of amusement touches her white-lipsticked lips.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Sighing, Ali rolls her eyes. "I'd suggested a dinner. You all are just terrible." She claims and looks to Warren. "Speaking of-I headed over straight from a studio sess. Want to go grab some take out?" She asks and looks to the others. "Another beer or two and I'll be running the lights for Henry's musical."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Da, she was at that event," Piotr nods and shrugs at the Illy and Doug reference, "I have not heard terribly much about it, but I have yet to turn him into crater, so that is good sign," he grins, "But more I have not heard too much else. I try to give them some space on such issue, especially given Doug's fear of me."

Piotr looks over as he is referenced, "I am game for pool," he says rising from his seat after leaning forward to avoid having the chair fall back. The large Russian stands up, "So the rules are we are to hit balls into pockets based on design, except eight ball, which is to be hit in last, da?" He goes and selects a cue from the rack. Warren's comment gets a raised brow, "A wager?" He is a bit caught off guard as he chalks up the cue.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Dinner," Carrie blurts out as the topic of wagers are bandied about. "Seems suitable." She may have said it a bit rushed but then she'd also been privvy to the wager the pair of couples had offered one another. It was best to squash those things before they got out of hand. When Piotr approaches with his question of the game she nods in agreement. "It starts out with them all together, then you break, and whoever sinks a ball first gets to choose if they're solid or stripes. That's the basic gist of it otherwise."

She'd already gotten the balls properly arranged and racked up with a good little shimmy-shake of the triangle surrounding them. Leaning forward she nudges it just properly into place. She may have done this a time or two judging by her actions.

"We've got a table back home though I don't get to play often. Usually everyone else is too busy." Other than Alfred who rather enjoyed a round or two now and then.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty rises from her chair, taking her soda with her. "So did you kick butt, Warren?" Kitty asks as those at the table and the pool table change places. She glances about at the mentions of the previous wager, giving a faint grin. Her eyes flash to Piotr for a moment before she moves over to Carrie's side. "So you and I?" she asks, having heard the suggested teams. "Dinner would be fine," she agrees, giving Carrie a supportive smile.

She moves to lean against an empty table nearby as she watches Carrie get the table ready. "So what do you do in Gotham?" Kitty inquires of the redhead while she gets the balls racked.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma tucks herself against Alex's side, looking fairly smug. She glances to Ali as the next round of pool is racked. "What's even around here for takeout?" she asks, finishing her beer.

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers says, ""Pizza. Pizza is everywhere." Alex muses as he slides an arm around Emma absently. "There's a good sandiwch place I think...I mean, if we're talking only takeout, anyway."
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Warren Worthington has posed:
"Who is 'you all'? You mean Emmers? She's the one that suggested the much more risque wager. Though admittedly -I- did not have a problem with it, and... ahem, yes, well, yeah so uh, take out? Yeah we can grab something and then go settle in for a movie or something, how's that sound, Sparkles?" Warren gives Ali a little look before he turns towards Kitty and shakes his head. "No, my dear and darling Dazzler here bamboozled me, so now I must go and see about dinner. Good luck beating Piotr and Hank though! Make sure they take you some place nice." He grins and then says to Ali, "Okay, what place are we ordering take out from?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry ohs, and is apparently playing. He sets his drink down, moving over to select a cuestick. It's rolled in his hands, checking the straightness of the tool. He grins to Carrie and Kitty. "I look forward to having the honor of treating the ladies to a dinner." He grins, moving so someone can break.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr nods to Carrie, "Da, then I remember correctly." As the terms appear to be agreed to, he says to Hank, "My apologies, pool is not exactly something I grew up playing." He takes a spot next to the table to observe, "But yes, dinner is suitable wager. The Russian goes and gets a glass of water quickly before the break happens and returns, setting it on an empty table.

Alison Blaire has posed:
"There's a little diner too, Mel's? They do to-go if you ask nice. I like the pie. Hank does too." She notes to Carrie as she answers Emma, using Henry's nickname for a change. Looping an arm about Warren's waist she grins at him. "Yup. bamboozled. How startles that easy? You just need more training." She teases and gives him a little nudge of her head door-ways. "Good luck Kitty, Carrie. Those two are a canny pair!"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma laughs softly, giving Ali and Warren a knowing look. <<Make good on his forfeit...>> Emma sends to Alison with a grin. "Enjoy dinner, you two."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Oh, I could definitely go for some pie tonight." Warren says, nodding at Alison's suggestion of Mel's diner. "Sounds good to me, let's stop by and then on to movie night." He takes a moment to wave to the others. "Take care, and see you all later." He will then head towards the exit with arm wrapped around Alison.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Are you sure you don't want wings?" Carrie offers back cattily and in jest to Alison only to give her a friendly grin and nod of parting. "Enjoy your evening." Pie, hm? Kitty's approach and question earns a little nod from her, and she offers over the chalk in case it was needed. "Seems so. Oh, I work with the Wayne Foundation to investigate potential charities to allocate resources to," she explains as if she'd had rehearsed it. Or maybe just had to explain it a good many times to begin with.

"I guess I'll break, then, and we can go from there," she suggests as she leans over to do just that. A look of concentration flits over her face momentarily. It was like putting on a poker face of sorts how quickly her demeanor changes from jovial to 'lets get down to business.'

The stick is drawn back and she strikes the cueball full on sending the arrangement scattering across the table. Sadly, not a single one sinks causing her to sigh. At least they were spaced out. "Never can get on the first shot."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Ever the performer, Henry chalks up the cue and moves around the table. "Dinner. This should go well." He chuckles, sneaking a glance at Carrie. He rolls his neck, getting down to business as he bends to make the shot. The cue lines up, dropping one of the solids in. The second shot banks off a bit too soon, letting the ladies have a shot at the table. "Stripes for you, Kitty and Carrie." He grins over to Piotr. "I am sure you'll do fine - it's lines and math."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    Silently sipping on her stout for a while, Mystique finally finishes her beer and taps the glass on the bartop and pulls a single denomination out of, some pocket and puts it next to her empties. "Thank you Harry, you're a doll and a schollar, truly." She winks before standing up and calmly moving towards the door.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde tells Carrie, "Yeah, breaking is always the worst. The rest is physics, but breaking always just seems like a crap shoot to me." She nudges Carrie and motions towards the table as Hank gets ready to shoot. "You do know he's like, Mr. Physics and Geometry, right? We're dooooomed," Kitty says with comic tone given to the final word.

She takes the cue and moves over to the table when its her shot. She considers the table and then takes aim at the easiest shot she has. It's a straight in shot and she sinks the two ball, then walks a round the table to the other side. "I need to ask Alison when she's singing next," she says, having missed her chance to do so while she was here. Kitty's eyes go to the door where Alison left, and as they wing back, she spots Mystique at the bar. Kitty's lips press into a bit of a line. She turns back to the table and lines up her next shot. She misses, maybe distracted, or maybe just a miss.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr nods to Hank, "Da, but I can't just throw them, otherwise we'd be fine!" He grins, and watches the balls break, "Well, at least we have a chance. "You lead us off, Hank." The Russian continues to watch and takes a deep breath before lining up his shot on on a red solid and misses entirely, the ball bouncing off the wall and accidentally hitting a stripe in. "Well, crap."

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Actually, I could go for some chili fries, do they have those here? Or potato skins..." Alex admits thoughfully, glancing back towards the bar as his eyes twitch back to Mystique as she heads towards the door. Maybe she's from Mutanttown? Or, well, maybe Genosha these days. Refugees are everywhere.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma peers over at Alex. "Mm. This place doesn't look like they have an actual kitchen," she murmurs. She leans against the actual best Alex. "I'd be fine with another beer. Or two." She pecks his cheek lightly.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley watches as the boys and Kitty take their shots. She leans her weight on the pool stick watching with an amused grin the whole time. Kitty points out they were doomed which only earns a laugh from her in response. "Maybe. I've been playing this since I was a kid though. Kind of helps when you have a table in the place. Though he is very sciencey, yes," she has to agree with a nod as she watches Hank make his moves on the balls.

"All right then. Let's see what I can do," she reasons as she steps up to take her own shot. One ball clatters into another causing it to go spinning straight into a corner pocket. She stands, walks a few feet around the side and leans over to make another shot. This one she does have to lean though--She's just a tad short and her hips are hooked onto the edge of the table as she lines up managing through some feat of abdominal muscles to keep from laying ON the table. The next shot is sunk as well, and then as she's getting up she bumps the table accidentally causing the cue to unfortunate sink right in after it in a scratch. "Oof. Almost."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast looks to Piotr, chuckling. "I think we are being sharked, Piotr." The man laughs, shaking his head. He keeps his eyes on the table, purposefully. It's his turn, and they are down by two. A wink to Kitty. "Sciences are all different - genetics hardly equates to geometry or trigonometry." Still, he's not bad at all in all this. Showing off a bit, the cue is held near the tip with his right hand. His left rests on the table. His left foot grasps the back end of the cue, right foot planted. Even in this akward position, he sinks two more solids before leaving himself with no options. "Drat."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had been out on a drive all night with Remy but asked him to drop her off here so she could hang out a bit before heading home. So, arriving through the front entrance, the Belle has her hands stuffed in the pocket sof her hoodie, which is zipped up over a yellow tanktop and bluejeans on her lowerhalf, with leather boots. She strides in to the bar and lets her green eyes gaze about the interior, spotting /several/ familiar faces!

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Mmm, well then, beer I can get..." Alex notes, giving Emma a peck on the cheek before moving off to the bar to order another round, then waves to Rogue as he sees her coming in. "Hey! Everyone's over at the pool table if you wanna join...got a drink you want, I"ll grab it?" Alex offers.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    Mystique pushes her bar stool back in and starts to turn around and pauses for the briefest moment at he appearance of her favorite child. #SomeoneMustloveKurt. Those bright yellow eyes look at the young heroine's attire and she smiles a forced smile as she moves past. "I was just leaving, you don't need to make a fuss." She says, sternly, she loves her daughter and Mystique more than knows that Rogue is still upset at her. It's a glacially slow project to get Rogue back onto the family team.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty glances up from the pool table as the door opens and Rogue comes in. She smiles and lifts a hand to wave towards her sometimes roommate during those times the construction on the chimney kicks her out of her own room. Kitty looks over to Carrie and says, "Nice shot" as she sinks the first ball.

Kitty picks up her soda, giving a sigh as she regards the non-alcoholic beverage, and giving a rueful little shake of her head before taking a sip from it. She glances up, watching Mystique as she addresses Rogue. Kitty's eyes narrow slightly as she watches their interaction, distracted away from the pool game until she realizes it's her shot.

She takes the cue and looks at the shots available. "Didn't really leave us anything either," she comments to Hank. Kitty lines up a bank shot and manages to tap it softly enough to leave the ball right near the pocket, but doesn't make it in. Piotr's turn.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr winces from his own hit and observes a bit as the others show a bit more success than Piotr thus far, "Either way it's a far cry from painting and Russian," he grins as the others talk about the merits of math and science. He drinks from his water glass, giving a nod to Rogue as she arrives in salutation. Kitty's shot leaves him with a potential shot and he takes a shot, which knocks in a ball! The downside is that shortly after the cue ball nearly follows it, but the second shot fails to make any progress besides setting up the ladies for an easy shot on the ball teetering on the edge.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smiles brightly to Alex and is nodding to him. "Yeah, I'd love a drink. I'll uh---" She glances toward the bar. "I'll have a be---"

"Coke." Harry chimes in for her. He knows her age. Somehow.

Rogue smirks at Harry and nods to Alex, then reaches a hand up to brush her white bangs out of the left side of her face. "Coke, I /guess./" She smirks--but then she sees Mystique. And hears Mystique.

"I don't care if you're here." She tells her self-proclaimed-not-really-mother. "If they know you're here, and they don't want ya dead, then so be it, I accept it." She tells the blue skinned / yellow eyed woman-thing.

She spots Kitty and raises a hand up to wave it at her, and grins at Piotr, nodding back at him super seriously.

She looks back to Mystique then. "You leavin'?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex blinks a bit, looking between Rogue and Mystique. "Uh....right. Coke." he says after a moment, unsure if he wants to get in the middle of what seems to be an old issue. "We're starting a pool game, guys for gals, if you want." he adds to Rogue, before heading over towards the bar to put in the order.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "I know you care. I know they care. This is one of the only ways I can think of to build trust." The azure mutant says as she wants to lift a hand to pat Rogue, to touch the girl she helped raise, to comfort the southerner, or herself, but no, she knows better.

    Mystique simply nods to Rogue's question, "Yes, I'm leaving." A step to the side and Mystique is aiming to leave the bar.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
That causes Carrie some pause. Not the game itself, but Rogue's reaction to Mystique and vice versus. Her eyebrows raise with a hint of concern at such a statement, and she looks toward Kitty, Piotr, and Hank as if seeking some form of silent clarification as to what *that* was about. Whatever it was though, she's now a bit wary of the woman who had been quietly drinking. If only because such a remark was highly suspect... Maybe she was just paranoid.

"Show off," she finally says to Hank though in regards to using his foot to use the stick. Glancing back to Kitty she assures, "I'll see about keeping us from losing terribly at least." She hopes. At least she can distract herself by hitting that shot Piotr set up for them. The ball rebounds off the bumper and moves further into the table making it easier not to fall in again at least. She continues on sinking another ball until she's found herself unable to make a shot that will sink it. All she can do with a sigh is bump another ball away so that she can make more room for a later attack.

Emma Frost has posed:
When Alex returns with the beers, Emma takes hers and takes a sip. "Mm. Thanks, Alex." She muses. "Or should I come up with some ridiculous pet name for you like Ali has for Warren? What could that be...?" she hmms.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "That would mean I'd have to come up with one for you too, you realize." Alex notes, handing over the beer and setting down Rogue's coke for when she heads over before taking a sip from his own beer. "I mean, if you WANT me to put my mind towards a suitably embarrassing pet name I can call yo uin public." His eyes twinkle a bit.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue shows another smile to Alex and nods once more to him. "Thank ya, sugah." She says in a casual, sassy sort've way before her stare goes back to Mystique. F-16 fighter jet 'gift' or not, she just steps out of the azure woman's pathway to leave the bar.

"Well." Rogue replies to her 'mother'. "Smell ya later, Will Smith." She tells her, because who doesn't love a good Fresh Prince reference.

Rogue moves to accept her coke and go join Kitty and the others at the pool table.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Eyes keep on the interaction between Rogue and Mystique - ready to intercede should something go awry. So far, it's tense but there's no brawl. That's good. The man grins over to Carrie as she starts sinking the stripes. "I think you all might be in the running for winning. Don't count yourself out." He assures, smiling. "And yes, I am showing off." The man teases back. There are a couple shots he takes, evening things up. Again, after evening things, he skips the ball too far to the right, spinning past his target.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde watches the exchange with the openly mutant woman, then gives Rogue a smile as she joins them. "Rogue, this is Carrie, a friend of Hank's," she says, gesturing towards the redhead. "And who is soon going to incur with me a debt, to buy these two lunkheads dinner, judging by how this game is going," she adds with a faint grin.

Kitty moves to take her shot after Hank. She has a straight shot towards a pocket but it's a long one and she misses. The solid bounces around the table, hitting the eight ball and bringing it near to a pocket, but thankfully not knocking it in. It'll make an easy shot though for whichever team finishes off their balls first though.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley chuckles quietly as the tension seems to ease. Back into the game she moves to the side allowing the others room to take their shots on the table as they need. When Rogue comes over she flashes the other redhead a smile. "Hello! Nice to meet you. And we'll see who wins or not," she points out with a tip of her head toward the table. "We're about even at the moment... We may just have a chance. Otherwise, yes, we'll owe them dinner," she points out as if this were theeee worst thing in the world. Oh yeah.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Well done," Piotr says to Hank and Carrie as they even things up, though he does wince at Kitty's shot, but he says, "Close one, Kitty," he says and gets in place to take his own shot, which comes close, but instead accidently sinks the cue ball instead, "Blast." He remarks and hangs his head as he goes to take a sip from his water and nods to Rogue, "Evening'" he remarks as he awaits his turn

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Good shot..' Alex agrees, leaning back against the wall next to Emma as he watches, sipping from his beer. "So that's...uh...not someone people are on good terms with?" he says to Rogue, nodding in the direction Mystique went. "Sorry, don't wanna pry, just don't wanna...mistep and stuff, if it's something people don't wanna talk about."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue approaches to stand near to her friend in the Prydeful one. She sips her coke and then sets it down on the table. Her eyes go between Carrie and Hank, and back to Carrie. She grins at her. "Hey." She says, then to Hank. She nods once. "Doctah." She gives to the Science teacher. She looks back to Carrie then. "So wait, if they beat you all... you have to go on a dinner date with them? Hmm. Interesting." Rogue glances over to the 'guys' side. To Alex. She nods once to him. "That's Mystique. She's the... or was the... leader of the Brotherhood. She's the one who made me believe that suckin' the life outta Carol Danvers was the right choice t'make. I was dumb enough t'believe her. I'm just glad Carol didn't die cause've it."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma frowns, blinking a bit. She has no idea what Rogue is referring to, but she isn't sure she should ask to clarify that. "The Brotherhood? Arent they terrorists?" Emma asks curiously.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Ah." Alex says, frowning thoughfully. "I don't know a lot about them either, other than people like Pro-Humana and such mouthing off about how they're the second coming of Hitler or something. So she got out of that, left it then? Or did they disband or something?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Things progressed, Hank was up for the final shot. There was one ball left - the accursed eight ball. It was not a hard shot, left there from previous clackity-clacks from the balls bouncing about. He's lined up, the cue drawn back. Then Rogue says "Doctah..." And he skips the cuetip off the cue ball. It still sets the ball in motion - towards the eight. It skirts the edge, scratching without dropping the black ball. "Damn."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's eyes on Kitty and she grins at her friend. "Where'd you learn how to play pool?" She asks her. "Please don't tell me 'Youtube'." She pleads with her before her eyes go over to Emma first, then Alex. She nods to them both. "Arguably terrorists, yes. Though they believe that they're out for the betterment of Mutantkind, at the cost of all other 'kinds' though. Mystique, Raven Darkholme is her true name, she's a shapeshifter. Can turn inta literally almost anythin'. She said she left, but she could..." She nods to the person who just walked in, a fat old man. "That could be her, come back in t'eaves drop on us. Ya got no idea how much it's driven me mad over the years. She's ... always around me, always reveals herself t'have been someone listenin' t'me talkin' or ... whatever. She's a sociopath."

Rogue puts her tongue to the back of her teeth and whistles sarcastically at Hank, wolf whistle-style. "Nice shot, Teach." She teases him.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley tips her head to the side with a little helpless shrug at the look Rogue throws her way. There's just the slightest hint of a blush that creeps over her at the summarization of events. "Essentially. It's way less risky than what they were laying on the table for bets," she adds with a gesture toward Alex and Emma. The darn instigators.

Her gaze returns to the table assessing what was left of the position of the balls. It's then that her eyebrows raise, and a slow whistle is let out as she sees how the rest of the game is about to play out. "Well then."

She moves to line up for the shot with a grin. The eight is easily sunk with a solid thud, and she stands again chuckling. "Guess that's it. Nice game everyone."

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Well. That's....creepy." Alex says after Rogue's explanation. "Sorry, didn't realize she was a sore spot like that." He frowns. "Not suprised though the Brotherhood would feel that way....not many people out there who are labelled terrorists that believe they're the bad guys, after all. Plenty of people claimed Genosha was secretly like that too."

    He winces as Hank's shot goes awry. "Doh....well, that's 0-2 for the guys tonight."

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Congrats Carrie, you've got the win for tonight." he adds, smiling as he raises his beer in salute.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty watches Hank shooting pool, a slightly curious expression coming to her face briefly and then she glances over at Carrie as it's the other girl's turn. Kitty gets a faint grin and then turns towards Rogue as she starts talking about a lot of mutant stuff. Kitty's eyes give a little alarmed look towards Rogue and then flit about the area as if at the non-school people around.

She replies to the question about shooting pool. "Well, it's just all angles and after that, learning to hit the ball straight," Kitty says with a small grin and a shrug.

Kitty looks back at the table, grinning as Carrie sinks the winning shot. "Come from behind victory!" she says, offering Carrie a high-five. When Kitty looks back to Hank she has a faint grin for him. His knowledge of science and his physical ability? Someone's on to him!

Emma Frost has posed:
Glancing to Alex with a small smile, Emma points out, "I don't see a risk in what our wager was," and she grins as Carrie sinks the 8. "Hmm. Looks like someoneses will be making dinner plans," she teases lightly. She looks to Rogue. "Sounds terrible. You have no idea how much I sympathize," she says dryly. "It can be frustrating when you think you're safe and then someone is actually spying on your every thought and word." She wrinkles her nose.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
The large Russian is now involved, despite Hank probably needing an ibuprofen for his back for how badly Piotr has been doing tonight; however, Piotr grins as Hank is ready to put this one away and then the emotional whiplash of it going away as quickly hits him, and he sighs. The Russian then shrugs and smiles, finishing off his water before looking towards Kitty, "Well, it looks you you won." He gives a smile, "Looks like you get to pick the restaurant."

Henry McCoy has posed:
With a wince, Henry looks to Piotr. "Sorry, big guy." He offers over to the other man. A grin to Carrie. "I believe I owe you a dinner. Perhaps with the musical as well?" He suggests. "Could make an evening out of it?" Slick Hank! Real slick! His tongue is stuck out at Rogue, amused look indeed. "Thank you. It happens, Rogue." A wink.

He spots Kitty's look, and offers a slight shrug. He notes her discomfort as well - smiling. "We're among friends, there's no secret that we're different." He motions, pointing out the door to where Mystique left and then himself.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue uncrosses her arms from her stomach and gives a nice satisfying clap of gloved hands to Carrie's winning the game (who's kidding who, gloved clapping is so unsatisfying a sound!). "Nice shot." She says, before grinning at Kitty. "You need t'teach me then. Last time I played I put the ball through a wall. I'm better at control'n myself now though--" She clears her throat. "I think."

Her eyes glance over to Emma and Alex again. "You know what the worst part of it is?" She says to them. "It never stops, the games never stop. Her schemes, never stop. She--earlier this week--had me pick up a hitch-hiker who I thought I was helpin' out, and low'n'behold it's her. She takes me t'an airfield not far from here, and says 'Here, daughter, here's a high performance jet fighter that can drop a nuke on a city. Will you fix it for me? It's all yours!'."

She shakes her head, her white bangs waving against the sides of her face. "I dunno know what the hell t'do or say t'that."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex smirks at Emma. "Nope, I don't mind too much owing you dinner and...other things." he says amusedly, before he frowns, saying sympathetically. "Damn, that's really rough, Rogue. I'm sorry." he says honestly. "That sounds like she's obsessed or something." He sets down his beer, frowning. "Have you told the Professor about this? I mean...he'd know if she got too close to the school, right?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley glances over toward the conversation herself. Though she hadn't been attempting to eavesdrop it was rather hard not to in such close proximity. That and there were a few key words being said that were bound to catch anyone's attention. When Kitty offers a high-five she claps the other girls' hand with a chuckle, and then nods toward her quietly at the apparently distraught look. "It's okay if it's me your worried about," she offers quietly. "But otherwise... Yes, Henry does tend to stand out," she has to agree with his own assessment of the situation.

Grinning back toward the man in question she seems to consider it a breif moment. "I think that's acceptable. Just no runs before the musical, I don't think sitting in running shorts the entire time would be pleasant."

Then, back to Rogue she adds, "I think the proper response is 'thanks, what's the catch?'"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma looks concerned. "Ahhh. How did she get access to a... isnt SHIELDs HQ around here? I dont think they would be happy about anyone borrowing a fighter."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde smiles over to Piotr and nods. She moves over closer to him so he can hear some whispered comments before she turns back to the conversation at hand. Hearing about Rogue's ongoing experiences with her 'mother' put Kitty's mouth in that straight line again, and she eyes the door, and the man who came in through it most recently.

Kitty crosses her arms and doesn't comment on what her thoughts are. How close the plane is to the school, then, and how it could be used. She has a long memory about people who have tried to kill her, apparently. But those things like that tend to stand out.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue offers a big grin to Hank. "You'll get'em next time, I'm sure of it, Doctah." A glance is given to Carrie, followed by a nod. "That's basically what I told her. She said that nobody would be flyin' it, except me, and nobody had t'be trained t'use it. Since I took... all'a Captain Danver's trainin', I know how t'fly the damn thing, even thought I've never even sat inside'a one before." She shakes her head then, yet again, and looks to Emma and Alex. "Mystique's shapeshiftin' allows her... mind t'like... go hazey t'telepahts like the Professah, or Jean. I think she can slip past them, cause'a that, but I'm not sure about that." She reaches for her coke and bobs the straw up and down before sipping it. "I don't know where she got the jet from. I don't think she'd tell me the truth even if I asked. I'm gonna go look at it on Monday, see whats wrong with it."

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a good-natured chuckle at the comment from Carrie. "No run, I promise. I'll wear a suit and everything." A nod from Hank. "I'll look up some tickets and make the arrangements, yes?" He grins.

Looking back to the others, he nods to them. "I... yes, she's quite duplicitous. It is in her nature. She... has a different view, which conflicts with our more benevolent one."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma slips her hand into Alex's, squeezing lightly. "That explains a couple things," she mutters to herself. But she doesnt offer anything beyond that.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr listens to Kitty and whispers back quietly and gives a nod. This smile soon dissipates as he is also caught off guard by Rogue's comment. "Wait, warplane that close to here?" His tone is now in the business-like concern that he is known for on the job. He is not on the clock, but that has never stopped him from worrying before. "How can we help?" is his main question, "And are you all right?" he asks Rogue, "Because that is certainly unfair of her."

Alex Summers has posed:
    "...maybe put a tracker on it. If you've got one lying around." Alex says pragmatically. "If you want to be sure she doesn't misuse it somehow, maybe." He wrinkles his nose. "I mean, like belling a cat kinda, in that case. If you can't tell by what she looks like, putting it on something she's going to be around might help? I dunno, I'm not a SHIELD agent." he says ruefully, squeezing Emma's hand back as he starts to reach out for his beer, twisting as he does, then hitching slightly before he takes a step or two forward instead to pick up the beer instead of stretching for it.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue has to nod her head to Hank's summation of Mystique, though she doesn't know how well he knwos her. She doesn't pick up on Emma's comment, doesn't have much of any idea who Emma is except a few things she's learned in recent weeks, like a name and that she's super hot!

To Piotor, Rogue flashes him a grin. "I'm fine, yeah. I'm used t'this. She's been doin' this kinda thing t'me for... I dunno even know how long. She's been in and outta my life since before I can remember. And yeah, the jet is just down the road at that civilian airfield off a the highway. Twenty minutes away, or so. It doesn't have any weapons on it. F-16s are bomb delivery jets, got six hardpoints for different kinds of payloads. But it had none on it when I saw it."

Rogue's eyes go to Alex and she smiles lightly. "I don't have any tracking devices. I could just smash the god damn thing though. It'd be like butter under my fists, ya know?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley returns Hank's grin with one of her own. A single dip of her head is given in apparent agreement with that. "It's a date, then." Ah, did she really just say that? Yes, yes she did. Reddening in spite of herself she glances away quickly trying not to feel like an utter boob for doing so. Even if that's what it was lining up to be. She was still wrapping her mind around it a bit. "You do look good in a suit. I suppose I'll have to dig out something nice to wear."

Given the turn the topic has taken, she just reaches out to lightly pat Hank's arm. "I ought to get going. It seems you all have a bit of an issue on your hands and I don't want to get in the way. Also plausible deniability," she adds jokingly. More sincerely she offers to the group, "I hope things work out one way or another. It was good meeting you all."

Henry McCoy has posed:
He's walking on air, clearly that's it. Hank nods. "All right. Be safe getting home, yes? I'll reach out in the next couple of days, Carrie." Hank offers over, nodding his head to her again. "Thank you for coming out, too." A wry grin, as he looks over to the others. "So, we have a jet to either repurpose, or dispose of."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma nods to Carrie, wincing a bit. "I... should likely do the same, for much the same reasons." She leans up and kisses Alex lightly. "Your place?" she murmurs with a lifted brow. "But I suspect your brother at least would be uncomfortable with my presence in this discussion." She flashes a brief smile. "It was good to meet you folks, and Hank-- good to see you again." <<I'll be by the car, hon.>>

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Heh, well...that's one way of dealing with it." Alex admits amusedly to Rogue. "She probably wouldn't bring you anything to fix in the future, at least." He glances over as Emma says she's heading off, then smiles and nods to everyone, pausing to finish off his beer. "Mmm, looks like I need to make good on my loss here...nice seeing all of you, we should make this a thing. Nice to get out and relax without having to behave for the students.' he notes dryly, then nods. "Take care all.." And he follows Emma out, waving as he goes.

Rogue has posed:
"I'd sort've like to move it to the ..." Rogue stops herself from saying Blackbird hangar. Not that that alone really means a whole lot, but she may as well not go that far. As she sees the party starting to break up though she smiles and waves to those departing. "Nice t'meet ya'll too. I'll figure out what t'do. I always have before. More than likely it'll just be smashy-smashy. Never done me wrong in the past, that tactic." She flashes a grin to everyone then before she reaches for a pool cue and pokes Kitty in the butt with it while she's not looking.