Narrative

Rogue leaned back for a moment, resting her head on the side of the cold tub. Honestly if this is how bad a hangover felt she was sure she was never going to get drunk anytime soon. She was begining to feel better and she noticed through her talks with Bobby and John that her personality was starting to come back to her. Though she now learned how to say fuck in three languages as well as 7 other obscene words she hadn't heard of before. As if that'll ever do Rogue any good. She hardly ever cussed let alone did anything she wasn't supposed to.

Rogue rubbed her temples and fought the urge to punch the headache out of her. She hoped that it had something to do with the hangover rather than the guy. If only he wasn't so drunk...then it wouldn't be as big of a deal. She didn't even want to know what Logan was thinking of the whole situtaion. If the news of their missing had gotten to the other students already she was sure he had to have known by now. Well... he did say that he wanted her to get out more didn't he? So she fucked up and used her powers...it wasn't like she could control it...he had to know how much she hated using them...though now all she wanted to do was keep herself hidden from the rest of the world. She shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts only to immediately regret it. She made herself stand up and thought perhaps John's banana milkshake sweetened with honey could work. He did seem experienced in such things anyway.

She began to walk down the stairs, using the railing for support when she heard a noise in the kitchen. Before she could even go through the door and focus on what was happening whoever was inside had already left. She decided to shrug it of. That sort of thing tended to happen in the institute; and instead went to grab the blender and a couple of bananas. Though the second she peeled the banana the smell made her stomach churn and she just threw it to the side and ran upstairs before she could make a mess. Though since she hadn't eaten much that day and there was no alcohal in her to get rid of, she ended up just succeding in dry-heaving. Groaning, Rogue dragged herself to her bed and just fell on top of it, not caring anymore.

As she tried to make herself relax she thought about Bobby and John. John confused her. He seemed to not be her biggest fan, but when the guy was going after her he got inbetween them and defended her. Though Rogue chalked that up to the fact that he probably just liked bar fights. Or something like that. As for Bobby he seemed rather nice. The polar opposite of John was quite obvious. Though she thought something more was there. Rogue wondered though if she would get to hang out with them again soon anyway. She did bitch at Bobby all the way back to the institute, granted she didn't mean half of what she said, but she certainly made a bad enough impression on them. If she were them she would ditch herself in a heartbeat. If anything Rogue felt like she was more of a hassle to them than a possible friend. Or it could be the fact that she was too busy beating up on herself at the moment. Either way she didn't think they would like her that much after how much trouble she helped bring on them.

Rogue rolled over onto her side and forced herself to go to sleep. Perhaps she would go away for a bit...she hadn't of been back home in a long time. There were still some things she left unfinished. Coming up with a decision to leave for a couple of weeks Rogue finally drifted off to sleep.

Sneaking down to the kitchen to get ice-cream was probably the last thing he should be doing, considering the trouble he was in, but he couldn't really make himself relax enough to sleep. He was fretting about Rogue, worrying about the punishment they were going to get - especially since the walk back had taken them ages too, trying to get that guy out of Rogue's system unsuccessfully - and most of all he was worried about John.

He stuck the spoon into the tub as he sat down at the table and scooped a rather large spoonful out, eyeing it for a moment before he figured 'screw it'. It wasn't like he could get brain freeze.

He had seen his room-mate briefly when he came back, smelling of bar. He had a bruise underneath his eye that Bobby knew about from the fight before, but anything more he hadn't seen. He supposed he should make sure that John was okay, but it was going to end up with some kind of argument, inevitably, because they always fought whenever Bobby expressed some kind of concern for John. And Rogue had spent the entire walk home snapping at him through the personality of the guy that she had absorbed, alternating between snarling at him in a New York accent and apologising in her own Southern one.

He stabbed the spoon into the ice-cream again and pursed his lips in thought. Suddenly he didn't want ice-cream anymore, and, besides, he thought he heard footsteps in the hallway outside.

As quickly as he got it out, the ice-cream was back in the freezer, spoon in the sink to be washed up in the morning and he high-tailed it out of the kitchen and back upstairs towards his room like his ass was on fire before he was caught. He wasn't much up for being yelled at for sneaking out, convincing Rogue to ditch classes and inadvertently being the cause of her problems. She wouldn't have snuck out if it wasn't for his inviting her.

Logan was going to kill him.