Log: Pyro and Rogue Who: John and Marie Allerdyce When: majorly backdated to June 16th, 2008 Where: their bedroom at the Lair What: This was done forever ago, but here are John and Rogue celebrating their one-year anniversary. And... getting into a fight. Surprise.
Rogue honestly didn't expect John to remember their anniversary. So she was going to wait it out. See if he managed to do anything for it. Even a 'happy anniversary' would have saved him a night on the couch. Flowers might have actually gotten a reward. Anything beyond that... well, that wasn't going to happen anyway, so she wasn't even worrying about that.
It didn't help that she was tired from work and now schlepping back and forth on top of the long hours and cranky because they were back in the Lair and hiding out from a group of lunatics. Compounded with being worried about Tabitha. John was going to end up getting an earful on the 17th if he acted like his typical douchebag self.
They'd had to drag furniture from spare rooms back into their old room at the Lair, and that sucked, mostly because she missed her own bed. And now she was trying to relax on her one day off, her anniversary, and had no frickin' clue where her idiot husband was.
Hey! Her idiot husband knew it was their anniversary. He knew, thanks. And he was busy getting things ready. Like, oh, a suitcase full of jewels! Fucking hot, man. Awesome. He had all kinds of stuff to show her. In fact, he was just coming back to their room with the suitcase, a shopping bag, and ... what looked like a hatbox.
"Babe. Hey. What are you doing, lying around? What the fuck, hon? Don't you know what day it is?"
Rogue lifted her head from her pillow and looked at him warily, not really believing that he knew what day it was, but figuring that she might as well see what he was dragging around. Even if she was too exhausted to exist at the moment.
She gave him a blink, then said, "Do you?"
"Whoa!" John snorted, going over to the bed and putting everything down. "Come on, give me a little bit of fucking credit, baby. It's our anni-fucking-versary. Why would you think I'd forget? June sixteenth. One year. That's a big one. One whole year with you..." He crawls over and leans down to kiss her----just until her powers tug and then he jerks back. Mm. Okay. Dizzy for a second. "I didn't get you a card. Hope you don't mind that I didn't get you a card."
Still looking puzzled, even with the kiss, Rogue put her hands on his shoulders to steady him and shook her head. "Didn't think you'd remember." Dammit, she'd lost that bet with Bobby then. "You're not the best with... that sort of thing." He couldn't argue that. Not that she'd expected flowers and sunshine when she'd married him. But, still, it would have seriously bugged her if he hadn't remembered. "What's in the bags and boxes?"
"Uh, stuff," said John. He kissed her again. "Give me a little fucking credit, all right? Come on, now. First. This." He pushed that hatbox toward her. "This is for us. Not just for you. I don't think you could handle all of it. But given it's our anniversary, logic says everything should be for us."
"You got me a hat," Rogue said with a raised eyebrow, returning his kiss distractedly. Actually, whenever John said he'd gotten something for both of them, it usually wasn't safe for underaged eyes. Sometimes that was a good thing... sometimes not so much. So there was always that bit of hesitance in opening anything like that from him. "If this is something that vibrates..." she started, pulling the lid off the box.
Inside! Oh ho, inside was a cake. Look at that! A good old, ordinary cake. Frosting. Hand-decorated, too, which meant that John had squeezed colored frosting all over and tried to write HAPPY ANNIVERSARY but it didn't quite fit, so instead there was HAPP ANIVER. Yeah. With an N missing. John looked a little sheepish. "I'm sure it tastes just as good but decorating it professionally cost extra." Digging into the shopping bag, he passed her a fork.
The cake got a stare. A bonafide stare. A cake. She didn't even care that it looked like a five year old had decorated it, there was a good chance that it was toxic, and that the message was ridiculously misspelled. He'd actually gotten a cake.
Rogue blinked at the fork before taking it, and them promptly started snickering. "This is one of those things I'm not ever allowed to tell people you do, isn't it?"
John scrunched his nose and picked up another fork and two plates. ... Oh, fuck it. Plates, who needed plates. He just dug his fork directly into the cake. It was a bitch to get it into the hatbox. It wasn't going to come out. "Yeah. Yeah, this is one of those things." Don't ever, ever tell anyone that he did this, Rogue. It would make him super uncool. That, or all the ladies would pounce him. One of the two.
Rogue rolled her eyes at him and reached for a forkful of cake. Hopefully she wouldn't gag and die. Not on their anniversary. Eyeing him suspiciously, she added, "What else is in the shopping bag?" Because it still looked too weighed down to be empty.
It was a good cake! Come on! The cake was storebought so as not to kill her. It was just hand-decorated. After grabbing a bite of cake, John dug around in the bag and pulled out a long, slender box, which he then passed toward her. "Here."
Another blink and she set down her fork and took the box from him. "Okay, okay, I get it. You remembered our anniversary. You don't have to go anymore out of your way than you already did." Honestly, now she was beginning to feel bad for doubting him, although somehow she had the feeling that he'd do something else within the week to piss her off.
In the box was a pair of new gloves----emerald green, very soft. Probably very expensive. You know, bought with some of that illegal money. "Come on, give me some credit for going out of my way, babe. Be nice, it's our anniversary."
"I am being nice," Rogue said under her breath as she opened up the box, her mouth forming an 'o' when she saw the gloves. "Oh, they're beautiful." Then, raising her eyebrows, added, "But who are they more for? You or me?"
"Are you kidding?" John snorted, almost insulted. "They're for you. With what I paid for them there's no way you're getting my jizz all over them. No. They're for you, keep them away from my cock. Soft as they are, sure they'd feel nice, but they were on the pricey side."
Rogue made a face when she glanced up at her husband. "John. Can you not ruin a beautiful gift by being a vulgar asshole? Just once?" And then, glancing back down at the gloves, her brow furrowed and she raised her eyebrows. "Where did you get the money to get me a nice gift." Not that she didn't appreciate it; she did. But she didn't exactly make a lot and John didn't work. And they had bills to pay now.
John rubbed the back of his neck and that was when he pushed over the briefcase. "Uh... surprise?"
Rogue paused, then took the briefcase, opening it, glancing inside, then shutting it and looking back at John with a bewildered expression. "What the hell is this?"
John grinned vaguely. "Uhm. Jewels? Hi?" Thumbs up! Score! Jewels!
...Jewels? Rogue half didn't even want to know. She really didn't. Still, she had to ask. "Where'd they come from?"
"Ah, consider them a late wedding present from Exodus," John said, leaning back to rest on his hands. "Just a present! He handed them over, wanted to have a little chat about the Avalon project. Didn't work out, but I got to keep the goods."
Rogue blinked, stared at her husband, then said, "Exodus? When the hell did you meet up with Exodus. And... what the hell, John." She wasn't happy at all that he'd taken something from Bennet. But, aside from even that, she'd been busting her ass at work just so they didn't lose the apartment and John was toting around a suitcase of jewels... not like there was anything to really be done with them anyway? What were they supposed to do? Go into a pawn shop with them?
"Dude! What do you want me to do?" John asked, shaking the briefcase a little and hearing the jewels roll around in there. "Do you expect me to give up the jewels? Refuse the jewels? A guy gives you a box of jewels, you say yes! They're motherfucking jewels! I don't know where they came from or if they're legal or not, but we're terrorists! Who cares? I mean. Come on. I have a briefcase of jewels. I feel so badass now."
"You are not badass, you idiot. What the... what the hell," Rogue repeated. "Get rid of that. I'm serious."
John stared at her, clutched the briefcase against his chest. "This is where we're going to have a disagreement, babe, and I don't want to have to have a disagreement on our anniversary. We have a briefcase full of jewels, no strings attached. We'll sell 'em on eBay or something. Come on, now."
"No one's going to buy them on eBay! Are you out of your mind?" Oh, right, their anniversary. Screw it.. What the fuck was he doing with a briefcase of... contraband. "How long have you had them? How long have I been busting my ass so you can sit on yours and pretend to be a terrorist with your fancy briefcase?"
"Dude!" John threw his hands up in the air. "Quit it! I didn't want to tell you until our anniversary! It's a wedding gift from Exodus, all right? And because it was so belated I was waiting for the anniversary of our wedding! Wow! Would you chill out? And this is coming from me, babe. You know it's serious."
"No, I'm not going to 'chill out,'" Rogue snapped, glaring at him. Seriously, if looks could kill... "What do you think you're going to be able to do with them? And why would you take anything from Exodus anyway?"
"Because he gave them to me and they're jewels! Come on!" John scowled. "They're not dangerous! You're being mean. Stop being mean. They're jewels. We'll sell 'em. Pawn them off. This is stupid. You're being a bitch about jewels."
"Where are you going to pawn an emerald the size of your fist?" Rogue threw back. "You're going to get arrested trying to do that. Again."
Okay, that was a low blow, but what the hell was this. They'd been living a clean, simple, somewhat legal life for a couple of months now and it was tiring but nice. And John came in toting around a suitcase of what were probably stolen jewels.
John frowned, stung by that last comment. Really, really stung. He set down the briefcase and climbed off the bed. "Okay, y'know what? No. I'm... no." This was their anniversary. He didn't want to fight. He'd really made a genuine effort to please her and yet he fucked up! Again! He just couldn't win. Sighing, he just decided it was best not to argue. And leave the room. Or, at least, start for the door. Was that passive aggressive? Maybe. Or maybe he was trying to give her some space so she could just be mad and then come back to him later. They'd been married a year and yet he felt like they did nothing but argue. And while that had always been a primary facet of their attraction for one another, it sometimes was cause for concern.
Rogue let out an annoyed breath. "Don't get pissed off and stomp out on me because you're being stupid," she snapped. Okay, she felt bad about the comment she'd made. That was below the belt. But she was right goddammit.
"God damn it!" John sighed, rubbing at his temples. "Can we not----can we please not..." He was sick of her treating him like an idiot. He was genuinely trying, here, and she was calling him stupid every chance she got.
"John." It was very possible that she was going to throttle him. He genuinely didn't seem to get it. And that just made her all the more enraged. "Get rid of them. I mean... look. That's crazy."
"Wh... fine!" John scowled and went to the bed, grabbing the case of jewels. "It's not crazy, you're just an uber-conservative goody-goody who doesn't understand that having contraband jewels is part of the terrorist experience. But I'll get them out of your sight and you just ignore the other nice things and no, you're not getting sex tonight." Hah! That felt really liberating to say. Women got to say that all the time. "Happy fucking anniversary to you, too!"