3473/Long Time Away

Long Time Away
Date of Scene:	21 September 2020
Location:	Luke's Bar
Synopsis:	Luke and Rogue catch up after two years of not seeing each other. Casual banter is had, compliments are passed around along with tea!
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Luke Cage

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Rogue has posed:
It'd been two years ago since Rogue stepped in to this bar, on a night where she was just looking to burn some time while she waited for friends to get home from a trip up north. She'd met Luke here, and had a fun time chatting him up, getting to know him a bit. He'd been nice to her, which she hadn't expected considering she'd been just 18 then.

Now, two years later, the Belle walks past the front window, steps up to the door and strides on in. This time, she's wearing a leather bomber jacket and it's half-zipped up over a rather interesting looking outfit underneath. Her green and gold bodysuit is visible from the waist dong, along with yellow boots that go up past her knees, with wedge heels making her around 5'10" tall. Her hair is windswept, it's clear she's been out flying, but she manages to make it look good.

With a smile, Rogue starts slowly stepping in to the bar, peering around it with her green eyes. She's two years older now, but he'd likely still recognize her, wouldn't he?

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke Cage looks up from behind the bar, its empty. A quiet night, but isn't it always in here? "Holy fuck...." Luke says when he sees Rogue, a smile spreading across his face. "I thought you were too good to come in here..." he says as he walks around the bar towards her. "How have you been?" he wonders as he looks her over, the suit drawing his gaze.

He exhales a minute, "I was starting to really wonder if something happaned...but you know...fuck, I've had my own shit..."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's eyes focus on Luke's right as he spots her and she smiles all big and bright when he clearly does remember her. "Well hey there, handsome." She says to the man when he steps around the bar to move toward her. He's of course, a lot taller than she is so she looks up at him and just shakes her head, one yellow gloved hand comes out of her jacket side pocket to brush back her white and bronw hair. "I've meant t'come by about a billion times. It's just been... a whirlwind. I'm a bonafied super heroic now, ya know?" She glances down at herself, then back up at him, smirking at herself because of her 'costume'. "It's mostly what I've been doin' this whole time, trainin' t'get better at such things. Plus, well... everything up north keeps me busy too." He'd likely remember that she lived in upstate New York, at that school.

"You're lookin' sturdy as ever." She says, eying him. "How's that 'shit' goin' for ya?" She asks then. "Need me t'ruff anyone up for ya?" She asks, tilting her head and giving a sweet smile.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke Cage leans in and gives her a brief but comfortable hug, "Rough someone up for me?" he laughs and leans back, "I've done a little of heroing myself...I can handle myself." he points out with a chuckle. "I mean...I haven't given in and started sporting a costume or anything yet." he teases her a hint, as if that is a travesty, "Althought you make it look good." he admits.

"Come on in, let me get you a drink or something." he suggests as he heads back over towards the bar. "Its good to see you again."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just smiles at him and keeps her hands in her pockets since her jacket is zipped up over the upper part of her suit. When he offers to get her a drink she wanders in further after him and finds a place at the bar, front and center. She looks around the place once more before back to him. "I figure you can probably tear mosta this city down with your bare hands, but that doesn't mean I can't tease ya a bit, now does it?" She asks with a big grin as she unzips her jacket then and moves to take off her gloves now that she's settling in once. Her legs cross at the knees and she just looks like your average Super Hero (Or very nice cosplayer) sitting at the bar.

"This is the first night I've flown around Harlem. I've been stickin' t'the Hell's Kitchen area, mostly. But I've gotten tips that there's been action up here."

Luke Cage has posed:
"Hell's Kitchen always has some action...but the Devil does what he can." Luke points out with a nod as he steps behind the bar and starts grabbing some glasses to get her a drink, though he waits for her to order.

"Must be nice to fly...I still have to catch use a car like a normal folk." he grins a bit. "I've done a bit, but not as much as I should." he admits with a sigh.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sets her yellow gloves together on her left at the bar, then places her bare hands in front of her as she watches him prepare for drinks. "Oh, I should probably jus thave an ice tea." She says at him. "Not that you were gonna serve an underage girl a beer anyhow, right?" She aks with a grin for him as she sits up a little straighter. "Us reputable heroes can't be hypocirts can we?" She asks in a huskier tone before glancing up and down the bar again.

"But things are pretty quiet for you over all?" She asks him next as her eyes go back on to him where he's at. "I can get ya my number if ya ever need some extra muscle with anything. I got more muscle than I know what t'do with, ya know."

Luke Cage has posed:
"Iced Tea it is...I'll save my vices for another time." Luke agrees with a chuckle. He reaches into the fridge and grabs an iced tea that he pours into a glass for her. For himself he gets just a water, working at the moment after all.

"Mostly. A bit here and there. I should give you my number in case /you/ need some extra muscle." he retorts. "I mean...you have...and I wasn't born this way...I dont know if that matters?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just softly laughs for the man across from her. "Thank you." She says to him when he delivers the tea. "Honestly, what reminded me about comin' in here was a few guys down the street. I stopped t'ask'em some questions on the location of a place and they said if I wanted t'go pokin' aruond there, that I need t'come see Luke Cage. They said 'Luke Cage is the one who worries about that stuff in these parts.' Then they proceeded t'ask me out on a date, each one individually." She grins at him. "Had t'break a few hearts t'night, Mistah Luke, and the night's still young."

She raises her glass up for a sip of the tea then.

Luke Cage has posed:
"Are you saying you're going to break my heart?" Luke asks with an arch of his brow and a grin, "This heart is notoriously strong...and can be persistent." he points out with amusment as he sips his water. "Their loss however, but you certainly can't blame them for trying. Look at you." he points out, "And its not like the costume discourages anything." he grins.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue lights up again with a laugh and a smile, she shakes her head at him. "I wouldn't dream'a hurtin' you, sugah." She states, hands around the base of the tea glass. "You're far too sweet t'do that too." She glances down at her suit again, then back up at him once more, smile still there. "Folks that made this for me, built them to be tough and durable, more-so than my own clothes and that makes a lot more sense t'wear it, rather than my own stuff, and just get it torn up, or shot up. Wasn't but a month and change ago that I had a buncha gangsters pull up on me and start shootin' at me with machine guns. They even tried a bazooka, but I bent that thing inta a horse-shoe before they could fire it off." she smirks then faintly and glances away.

"But yeah, I'm in my prime, might as well flaunt it some with a nice outift like this? Yeah?" Another faint grin touches her lips. "I got several'a these too, but this is my favorite overall."

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke Cage laughs, "Might as well flaunt it." he agrees with a smile. "Suit like that has to come in handy for all sorts of situations...christ, do you know how many t-shirts I go through?" he complains a bit. "But...I dont know about wearing a suit like that. I think I'd be silly?" he admits with a grunt. "Though Cap pulls off looking like a badass and a leader...you know...but its Captain America. I'm...Luke." he grins.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue leans on the bar on her forearms, after taking another sip from the tea. She grins at his comments and shakes her head. "You'd need some kinda like... black leather jacket, with a bit'a body armor underneath it. Not cause'a weakness, but because it's way better t'let the body armor absorb the bullets, rather than just tear up all your favorite shirts. "Tactical gear, that's what i see you lookin' best in, sugah. Sorta like Cap, I suppose... though I ain't never really looked that close at his gear. Other than the star-spangled butt a'course." The Belle holds a little grin before extending her hands out aruond her drink again.

"Either way, you're the protector a'these people in this neighborhood, and they certainly seem t'look up to you. From what I've seen."

Luke Cage has posed:
"Mostly." Luke agrees. "I do what I can."

He laughs a bit and shakes his head, "Shame on you." at the joke about Cap's ass, America's Ass. But he doesn't seem really to have a problem with the joke. "Well, I suppose its fair for you to enjoy the views too." he mentions. Did he just admit to checking out a heroine in her uniform? Probably. He finishes his water and then turns and moves to start cleaning up some as they continue the conversation.

Rogue has posed:
"Shame shame." Rogue repeats without an ounce of it actually inside of her, clearly! She flips her hair back over her right shoulder then and strikes her fingertips across her brow as she watches him move to clean and sort the place up. "Ya know, I'd like t'run a bar someday." She tells him, apparently not minding his admission, she probably already knew it anyway!

"The idea'a havin' a nice place that you just hand other people drinks, for money, and chit chat with'em all, sounds sorta appealin' t'me. I mean, I bet you hear a ton'a different stories every day, about all the weird crap goin' on in this world'a ours. Ya probably get the most basic'a stuff, all the way up to stories about aliens attackin', huh?" She asks. "Maybe I'll open up a Rogue's Bar someday, but I promise not t'do it right next door."

Luke Cage has posed:
"Fuck, if you want to work a bar so bad you can always work here." Luke laughs, "Lord knows your tips are going to be better than mine." he points out with a shake of his head. He then turns and begins to walk back around the bar once more so he can begin to clean up some of the tables. "Probably would get some larger crowds." he chuckles.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue laughs softly to this and glances down ot her drink in thought about it. When he passes her by to clean up some of the tables she looks back over her shoulder at him, her white bangs laying across her leather covered shoulder. "Don't ya gotta be twenty one t'work at a place like this?" She asks him. "I got till the end'a January before I qualify for that. But hey, who knows. That could be fun. I'm workin' at a drive-in diner right now, but once it gets cold I'll probably quit. I just wanted t'do it for summer cash." She twists her glass of tea around then.

"Roller skates'n all, Luke. You'd love it. But, I figure you don't really get up t'the Westchester area a lot, or... do you even own a car?" She asks him then, because most people in the city don't!

Luke Cage has posed:
"I don't." Luke admits, "And no...I dont get up that way much." he adds as he lifts a chair to flip it up onto the table. "Although I suppose for the right reasons I can find a way to make my way up there."

"Seeing you in roller skates might be just such a reason." he muses with a shake of his head. "Might be something to see."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue leans on her left arm on the bar now as she turns in her chair to look at him. "I'll get ya a free milkshake if ya do wander up that way. Mel's Diner, just off'a the main highway, before ya reach Greymalkin Lane. Can't miss it, big ol' glowin' sign'n all."

"I guess I shouldn't linge here too long neither, I just wanted t'stop in and check on ya. I still got a lotta ground t'cover tonight. It's good t'see ya though, Luke. I'm glad you're still here and, ya know, lookin' good yourself. I was worried there'd be some imposter Luke in here, after all this time."