[Open Log]

[notinthecards]

What: A Cajun cookout.
Who: Gambit, Rogue, Jubilee, X-23, and anyone who smells Cajun food and comes to check it out?
Where: The roof of the East apartment building.
When: Shortly before sunset on Thursday the 18th.

Earlier in the day, Remy had spent a great deal of time moving outdoor cooking equipment to the roof and getting it plugged in.

Some of it even belonged to him.

Cajun hush puppies, potato salad, seafood gumbo, chicken fricassee, dirty rice, scallop etouffee, stuffed jalapenos, and a wide arrangement of grilled meats wrapped in pepper bacon were arranged in a half-circle around him, kept in warming dishes or heated occasionally by the brush of a finger. This was going to be a perfect meal. A nice relaxing get-together. He'd make sure of it.

Comments

[notinthecards]

"I admit, I noticed who the description fit."

He shook his head ruefully.

"I told you it's been a long road with us. Didn't say more, because we have to be who we are to each other, not who we remember someone with the same face being. Still, I think you have a pretty good idea, whether I said it or not."

[dontmesswith]

Gambit really needs to stop messing with her head. They weren't anything to one another in her world. They were enemies at first, kidnapper with their second meeting and third they fought against the same enemy. They worked well together and the times they were alone with one another it felt...nice. But nothing developed between them. She hadn't seen any trace of him until she showed up on New Moore.

"Don't have an idea at all. Only met you three times in my life. You came and left as you pleased." Was there supposed to be more like he's implying? She's really over thinking, over analyzing everything to the point where it's starting to make her head hurt. She knows he's a good guy, she knows that, but can't bring herself to say she maybe likes him in a different way.

[notinthecards]

"The Rogue I know, chere..." There really wasn't an easy way to say it, but not saying it when they;d already agreed to being open and honest, that was worse. "We've been friends, partners, lovers... on and off for seven years. Sometimes we're the closest two people on the planet to each other, and sometimes we need to get away from each other, because it's too much."

That would do, for a summary.

[dontmesswith]

Rogue bows head head and takes in a slow deep breath. She knew there was something between them, but lovers? How was that even possible with her power? It was hard maintaining relationships with others without romance getting in the way. Is it difficult by nature or are you making it difficult yourself? The thought crawled through her mind as she looked back up at him in a calm, but distant manner. She can appreciate him being honest with her, but it doesn't ease the confusion or headache she feels.

"She's lucky, then." she murmurs, pushing her chair back to stand up.

"Thanks for the hospitality, Gambit, but I'm gonna go."

[notinthecards]

"Thought you might say that. Take care of yourself, chere. Take a plate with you, if you want,"