At The Bar - @Rogue, Warren, Jean, Scott, and Moira
Looks back and shakes her head as Scott pushes her towards the pool table. “This isn’t my game. ” she looks back and gasps at a thought ~~WE ARE IN PUBLIC MISTER~~ She turns back and throws her arms around his neck kissing him deeply as she grabs the pool cue form behind his head. “I don’t want to hear it if I don’t make the shot.” she grins as she passes Warren, sensing his thoughts she kisses his cheek. “We’re not making you uncomfortable are we sweetie?”
She swats playfully at Scott’s hands as he runs them down her side while she tries to line up her shot. “You said you were going to help.” she shakes her head ~~NO, no that in fact is NOT helpful.~~
He laughs heartily into her kiss and hugs her tightly. “Okay first of all, that, was, LOUD. And secondly, don’t start something you can’t finish and i’ll stop thinking about that.”
He keeps running his hands along her side every time she tries lining up her shot then jean starts to whine that he’s not playing fair. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll stop, here…” He wraps his hands around hers, helping her to hold the pool Que properly, instead of the way she was holding it…backwards. He steals a kiss on her cheek and smirks to himself. ~~Okay, okay, i’ll stop…I swear. But come on, you know you’ve always wanted to on one of these…maybe we should add one to the penthouse…~~ Jean smacks him playfully and giggles. “Now watch..you gently pull back on the Que, and make sure it’s lined up with the white ball. Not the 8 ball. IF you hit the 8 ball before everything else we’re gonna lose…now.No, don’t try and just WHACK the ball. This isn’t baseball baby. It’s billiards. Okay, gently now..” She hits the ball with him guiding her, it goes in. “See? Wasn’t so hard. Hell, that’s a good shot.”
“Yeah, okay.” he said to Rogue. He was a bit surprised at this action as she did seem to be a little upset about something but wasn’t saying what. He put his drink down on top of the jukebox and leaned the pool cue against the wall before wrapping his arms tightly around her. “Ya sure ya all right?” he asked. “We can just head home if ya ain’t feelin’ well.” He glanced over at the pool table where Scott was now teaching Jean how to play. He rolled his eyes. “Stop bein’ so handsy wit’ ya wife, one-eye. We’s in public.” he said with a smirk. He gave Rogue a quick kiss on the top of the head and grinned at her. “Dat table ain’t lookin’ too good fo’ me.” he said, gesturing at the pool table. “Ya still gonna love me if I lose?”
She doesn’t know why things are upsetting her so much tonight. She was better at handling them in Vegas even. Them, her love for Remy, she doesn’t question that at all. Yet there had been something, different with Scott. They’d still only had a few minutes to talk, well since he left and came back, to things being so different then when he left. She buries her head in Remy’s chest as his arms pull her tight, she gives a slight finch at the mention of how handsy Jean and Scott are being. She still doesn’t know why she had such control, was able to do so much…and then it just went away. Yeah she still has some control, but trying to become, intimate with Remy in Vegas, showed her just how far off she was from having that back.
She looks up into his eyes. “Course ah still love y’all.” She kisses his jaw softly, gunning her hand through his hair. “Ah love y’all no matter what, an I hope the same goes for me t’ere Swamp Rat.” She runs a hand over his back “Course if y’all lose, ah expect a song dedicated t’ me” her eyes sparkle as she teases him.
Warren waves his hand to Jean in denial. ”No, not at all. Just my mind racing. I’ll put up my barriers a bit more if I’m broadcasting too much.” He smiled and reinforced his mental shields. He watched as the ball Jean hit, although he wouldn’t battle the fact that it was mostly Scott, sank and smiled.
He put a hand on Jeans shoulder and laughed. ”Now when did you get so good at pool?” He smirked playfully, hoping to lighten the subject and his mood.