[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.

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[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,"