You keep your distance with touch and gentle persuasion Characters: Rogue; OT Gambit Setting: New York City/ Evening/ Bar-ish setting/ Back-dated to February 14,2011 (Please? ^^;;) Content: Nothing bad...maybe? > > Summary: Rogue takes a rather long plane ride back to New York City to enjoy a solitary Valentine's Day.
The bar the southern belle settled on hardly seemed worth the long plane ride back to New York City. Overflowing with sappy, lonely singles like herself, the dark place definitely held an atmosphere of depression and lost hope. If she had been coming here for solace in company, she found it, but comfort was far from the platter offered at such a place. Plopping down on a bar stool, the brunette ordered herself up a strong vodka mix and took a sip, strangely enjoying the burning sensation as it slipped down her throat and settled into her stomach, a scorching flame doused too quickly in her own heavy mood.
Idly, she wondered what made all these other patrons undesirable to the public at large. She couldn't touch someone without killing them, but what was their excuse? Perhaps that was it, they were all out of excuses and all they had left was too many relationships weighing on their drooped shoulders. Reality was so horrible on romance, which is why Rogue preferred the sappy love found in those paperback romances. Happy endings were essential, mostly because, she would never have one of her her own. At least, she believed in concept of love, some people didn't even have that anymore. They were so jaded by the pain suffered at the hands of others they forgot the true meaning of making a connection to begin with: the chance to touch and hold, kiss and love, to feel you belong finally in this wild and crazy place.
Rogue held up her glass and the bleary eyed bartender filled it up once more. She took a long drink, always priding herself on holding her alcohol well, and tapped her boot to the jams playing from the nearby jukebox. Despite everything, alcohol did have a way of bringing people together. Random strangers were coming together and a group young people entering the bar, laughing and giggling, received stares, but oddly brought life to the bar and soon everyone around her was up and dancing and laughing when before they were crying into their beers