WHO: Logan and Jean WHEN: July 5th WHERE: X-Mansion, by the lake WHAT: Logan never seems to be able to get any peace
After her little conversation with Rogue and a third cup of coffee, Jean had decided that perhaps keeping things on the DL would be a good idea. Which meant that she wasn't going to hang around the mansion too much. Instead she made her way out to the lake, taking a seat on the dock and letting her legs dangle into the water. Just thinking. Brooding. Moping.
Of course, Logan could never have time to himself. Lately everywhere he'd gone there'd been someone breaking the hell in on his personal time - if it wasn't the LeBeau kid (though he had to admit that wasn't the worst interruption he'd ever had) it was freaking One-Eye, or the fact he was meant to be training some of the kids on Scott's orders. So he shouldn't've been surprised when Jean made her way to the dock; he was out there himself, not so far away, cigar in hand, and thought about just leaving her to it for a second before he decided, to hell with it, he hadn't talked to her in a while. Best make the effort while he didn't feel like ripping something in half. He walked over, loudly enough to let her hear him coming. Most people round the place didn't react well to surprises, after all. "Jean."
Sorry? At least it's only Jean and not Scott with another lecture to shove down his throat? "Logan," she answered, looking up at him. "Enjoying the peace away from the mansion?"
"Tryin'," he said, though somehow it came out less irritated than expected, more plain old sarcastic. "Haven't seen ya around in a while. When'd ya get back?"
"Yesterday," she answered. "Didn't feel like staying for the last few days of the conference." Though perhaps she should have stayed in France. On the other hand... "Good thing I came back, too," she teased, a smile playing across her face. "Otherwise I would've missed you dancing last night." So cute.
His face hardened into something that didn't quite manage to be a scowl. "You seen me dance before, Jean. I'm sure of that."
"Never with such a handsome partner." Okay, she was full on grinning now. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
Logan actually rolled his eyes. "Grow up, Jeanie. Nothin' you haven't seen before someplace, I'm pretty damn sure."
Oh come on...she's just teasing. "Well I think it's cute," she replied, matter-of-factly. "And there are worse things than my teasing."
"Yeah, well, you've either had some kinda blow to the head or you're not feelin' right 'cause I've never been *cute*," he said, just about managing to look displeased. "Him, sure. You'll have to tell him you think so and duck the flirting.
"I'm sure he's already been told so by a number of people," she answered. Sure acts like it.
"Doesn't need me to tell him, too."
Logan chuckled. "Yeah, guess he gets a lot of attention, huh." He smirked; that was true, there did seem to've been a hell of a lot of people looking at the party.
"Well when he's standing next to someone like you..." Hands immediately went up in surrender, grin wide. Teasing! Don't hurt her.
"One'a these days I'm gonna get ya to remind me why I like you," he said, raising his brows and jamming his hands into his pockets. "Just 'cause I don't look like somethin' outta the Armani fall line..." Not that he could've cared less what he looked like, of course. But he was capable of teasing, too.
And that twinge you just heard? Jean's conscience. "I'm sorry," she answered, smile fading just a hair. "I'm done teasing. Promise. Let me just say one last thing...I'm glad you're having fun." A hopeful smile. He likes her because she's nice?
He snorted, amused, and went on over, sat himself down next to her. "Yeah, seemed like a good idea." He stubbed out his cigar, apparently at least a little considerate. "Don’t be. Teasin' ya too."
She leaned over slightly, nudging him just the tiniest bit. "So...anyone else pair up while I was away?" Seems like a bit of a phenomenon. Logan and the new kid....Scott and Emma...
He tutted, loudly, and gave her a bit of a sideways look. "Wouldn't call me paired up," he said. "You know me an' he don't seem like the kinda kid that ties himself down." Of course, he had a fair idea this was referring to Scott and Emma, but. That wasn't a subject he was bringing up himself.
"Fair enough," Jean answered. "So pretty dull around here, then? Had to wait for me to return and bring all the excitement with me?" By slapping Emma...
"Somethin' like that," he said, with half a shrug. "'Course, all the new kids comin' in's been... yeah. Pissin' me off more than excitin' but there it is."
"Oh c'mon....a few new kids... I'm sure you've already got 'em shaking in their boots."
Another quick shrug at that point - he was in charge of them, which was just like Scott, really, and while that wasn't the worst thing he'd ever done it was pretty fucking weird. "That ain't hard," he told her, with a quirk of his brow. "They're pretty raw. An' no one's got a clue what's goin' on here."
"They'll learn. We were all green at some point."
"Guess I'm just wonderin' what's got us all back here," he said, pulling another cigar from a pocket and toying with it rather than lighting it. "An' if it's as big as it seems, we're probably gonna need more than raw recruits."
A soft sigh. "We'll get through it. We've had rough times before." She looked over at him. "We'll figure something out."
"Guess we'll find out when the time's right, huh." Not that he sounded confident about it. Mildly pissed - he was getting progressively more so as time went by - but not confident.