1972/Drinkin' Age!

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Drinkin' Age!
Date of Scene: 05 June 2020
Location: Luke's Bar
Synopsis: Rogue steps into Luke's bar and meets the man himself!
Cast of Characters: Rogue, Luke Cage




Rogue has posed:
Rogue is out of school. She's a high school graduate now and it's her time to enjoy the summer. Things have been a bit tense in Westchester Countery, so she's decided to head south for the night and maybe stay at a friend's house in the city. She'd talked to them online and they'd told her to stop by around 11pm and they'd be home from a trip to Boston. So she's got some time to kill!

Because of this, Rogue's in Harlem - where her friend's list - and she's meandering down the street with her hands in her leather bomber jacket's pockets. Her leather heeled boots take her past the windows of Luke's bar and when she looks up at the sign to see it's open she smiles a bit and walks on in.

The door swings open and the young woman strides through it, the light from the sign shines on her white bangs and over the lenses of her aviator sunglasses which she raises up on to her forehead. Her gloved hand strokes through her long hair then as she steps on inside... letting her green eyed gaze roam around the bar's interior now.

Luke Cage has posed:
There really aren't alot of customers. Luke's bar does enough business to keep the doors open and Luke's rent paid but not much else, its a dive bar in harlem but he likes it. His eyes wander over to Rogue as she arrives and he arches a brow and assesses her age for a moment. Gaze settling for a moment before he just shakes his head with a smirk and finishes cleaning the glass in his hand, "How you doing." he greets.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's eyes go to the bartender when he speaks out to her, and well... the southern Belle has to release a low whistle. Cause, damn. She then summons a grin and walks toward the bar, whilst pulling her sunglasses off of her forehead and setting them down, then sliding herself on to one of the stools. "I'm goooood." She says in a playfully drawn out sort of way. Her gloved hands rest on the edge of the bar, Luke mind find black gloves to be a bit odd in the month of June no less.

"This your place?" She asks him, now settling in to her seat and shrugging her leather jacket off since there's not many people here - she's not a danger to them bumping into her now bare shoulders.

Luke Cage has posed:
As the jacket is shrugged off, Luke's gaze settle down and then back to Rogue's eyes, "Yeah, I'm Luke." he admits. He sets the glass down, turns to put the towel away, his back to her for a moment. "Should I worry someone is asking me? Hear to cause problems?" he asks with an arch of his brow. He turns back to her, "I'd rather not have /that/ sort of trouble." he admits.

He steps the short distance back over to her, "What are you drinking?" he asks then as he grabs a clean glass.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue folds her forearms against one another on the edge of the bar and leans forward a little on her elbows while just grinning over the bar at him. She shakes her head, causing her loose white bangs to just wave against the sides of her face. "I'm not lookin' t'cause any trouble, Mistah." She says, her voice is laced with a sultry Mississippi Belle flavor. "I'm just killin' a little bit'a time before some'a my friends get back inta town. I plan on maybe stayin' down here for the weekend, ya know? See if I can't find a bit'a city fun, before I gotta head back up."

She glances past Luke to the selection of beers. "Can I get an apple ale?" She doesn't see it on the shelf. "Do ya'll have that?" She asks, she's clearly young. But she smiles at him then, to try and sweeten the deal. He's seen it all in here though likely.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke Cage arches a brow, he looks her over once more. "Well, for that smile? How can I say no. Can I trust you not to be stupid and drink and drive?" he asks as he turns and bends down to open a cooler, grabbing a apple ale to crack open and slide over to her, "Or are you gonna make me regret this?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins at his vocalized response to her, she shakes her head earnestly and reaches out to accept the bottle with her right black-gloved hand. "I promise not t'make ya regret nothin', Mistah Luke." She says, showing him a playful grin then. "I didn't drive here neither. I took an Uber. And besides..." She gives anotehr glance around the interior of the place before her green eyes go back to him, and she leans forward to loud-whisper at him. "I can fly." She takes the bottle then and raises it up to press it ot her lips for a good sip of the tasty cold drink.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke Cage nods a moment, his eyes glance now to the gloved hands and then to her, "Yeah? Well I'm bullet proof. Its a wonderful and scary time in the world." he grins and then leans back, "How'd you figure out to fly? Born that way? Bitten by a radiaoctive bird?" he chuckles.

Rogue has posed:
When he announces that he can deflect bullets she shows a growing grin. But his question just makes her shake her head after a little laugh. "Nah. Nothin' like that." She replies before drawing in a quick breath. "I assaulted Captain Marvel. Carol Danvers. Back in... 2018, in San Francisco. Ya may have heard'a that. I put her in a coma for a year. Course, I didn't /mean/ to. But..." She pauses then. "I'm a mutant. My mutation puts people in comas, and transfers their powers'n'mind inta me. So I got... everythin' she had. Still do, in fact, two years later. Usually it all fades away in a week or so, but not this... I held on way too long. Now it's permanent, supposedly."

Another swig of the ale is taken then by the young mutant Belle.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke Cage arches a brow, he didn't expect all that. "Wait...I did hear about that." he pauses and then smirks, "Are you sure you aren't here to kick my ass and cause trouble? I really don't want to get into a fight with that pretty face of yours." he mentions with a sigh. "And I really dont want my bar fucked up."

He pauses and reaches down and gets himself a drink of water, can't drink when at work after all. "Never have been a fan of hitting women. Least of all a looker."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sits up a little straighter when he affords her not one, but two compliments. She smiles at him then and tilts her head in a playful sort've way. "Awww..." She responds. "I swear I'm not hear t'fuck up your bar." Her head straightens again, her free hand comes up to swipe some of those white locks of hair out of her eyes then. "I'm just here for the company'n conversation, Sugah. I promise." With a grin on her pink lips she raises the bottle up and takes naother swig from it.

Her head shakes then. "I've turned over a new leaf. I was only Sixtee---" She cuts herself off, not wanting to blatantly give her age away when she's in a bar drinking booze! "I was young." She corrects herself with a sly grin. "I was bein' influenced by the wrong people, an' I've separated myself from them now. Doin' only /good/ stuff now."

Luke Cage has posed:
"I know being influenced by the wrong people." Luke agrees, "Hell, I know some sixteen year old girls that are nothing but trouble...and I let them get their claws in me too." he smirks. "Sometimes even when you are as strong as I am, you have a weakness...ya know?" he shrugs his shoulders and watches her lips as she takes the sip from the beer. "So just out to party in the city hm?"

Rogue has posed:
"You do got arms like tree trunks." Rogue comments with a slow nod of her head before she glances down at her drink again. When she looks back up at him she's smiling once more. "I mean... yeah, I guess? Just ya know, do somethin' different for a day or two. Shake off the hum-drum of a repetitive existence. Keeps things fresh, ya know?" She puts her free hand on one of the coasters on the bar and twirls it around in a slow circle.

"It's tough for me t'do the party thing. Cause my mutation is involuntary. It's connect t'my skin." She glances back from the coaster up to him. "Anyone brushes up against me, they drop dead, and whatever they got up here--" She taps the side of her head then. "Goes inta me." She then holds that hand out and wiggles her gloved fingers. "Thats why I'm wearin' these, and that's why I came inta your air conditioned bar t'get outta the god damned heat." She shows a sly grin then, soft and subtle.

Luke Cage has posed:
This causes him to laugh a bit, "That explains it, I was honestly starting to wonder." he admits. "Fuck..." it dawns on him, "That must make it tough on the guys..." he points out. Then blinks, "Sorry, I overstepped I'm sure...just that." he looks her up and down and shrugs. "You know?"

Rogue has posed:
Another sip of her drink is had, leaving her half-way through that bottle he'd slid over to her. A quick smile is given to his observation and she agrees with it with a quick nod. "It certainly does. Though, it also weeds out the ones that definitely don't care nothin' about me. They just hit the road as soon as they find out. Which is cool, I don't need that crap. Nevermind all the tricks t'get around it. I'll keep those t'myself." She laughs back at the bartender then.

"So what about you? Grew up in Harlem? Makin' all the ladies around her swoon I bet? I mean damn, what are you? Seven foot tall? Your arms are bigger than my body, I think." She says that last bit with a laugh following after it.

Luke Cage has posed:
He smirks, "Yeah. I grew up in harlem." The man takes a moment to playfully flex one bicep as a joke when he points towards the restroom, "Bathrooms are that way." the muscles flex, the chest can be seen through the form fitted yellow t-shirt. He releases it and chuckles some more.

"As for the ladies, well..." he shrugs, "I wouldn't want to kiss and tell." he adds amused. "Glad for you that there are at least some tricks to get around it...for your sake."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue glances past him where he indicates, but his flexing makes her look back at him. She raises her free hand up and fans at herself, causing her white bangs to flutter around her face from the displaced air. "I wandered inta the right bar then, I think." She tells him. Another sip of her drink is had and she takes the bottle down to the last 2 or 3, so she raises it up and asks him. "Another? I got a lotta time t'kill." Her eyes glance over then to the clock. "My friends I was gonna stay with said they wouldn't be back in town till maybe even midnight. What time do you close this place up?" She asks him then and there, finishing off the last of the bottle and then setting the empty down in front of her.

Luke Cage has posed:
"Well I'm off in a about 10 minutes, but the bar doesn't close until 1am." Luke chuckles. "I suppose if you ask nicely, I might find a way to keep you company so you dont have to talk to Jake..." he gestures to the older man that is the other bar tender, "He's not nearly as fun as I am, I assure you."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looks down the bar at where Luke is gesturing, she sees the older Jake, and she raises a hand up to wave at him. A big smile is offered too. Her eyes then go back to Luke and she nods once at him. "He seems nice, but yeah... I dunno. I worry about older folks constantly tellin' me about how much better it was when they were young." She's grinning, joking around of course. "Well then, I guess I got a place t'hang out before my friends get back t'town. Pluuuus, ya let me drink without any questions. I think I found my new favorite New York bar, Mistah Luke..."