Rogue (nihiltactus) wrote in the_x_institute, @ 2014-02-05 09:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | gambit, rogue |
Thread: Skipping Class
Characters: Remy LeBeau & Rogue
NPCs: bar patrons
Location: A little dive bar with pool tables and an no-carding policy
Timeline: Wednesday February 5th, during afternoon classes
Description: Rogue's had enough of school, she cuts out for the afternoon.
Rating: PG-13 (potential swearing)
Status: In Progress
Rogue had been frustrated in classes all day. Her mind flicked to the boathouse and the weekend that had just passed, to the bet that she'd lost and the fact that she knew that her friend was hanging out with someone else without her. Causing trouble without her. Whatever. But she had statistics or whatever that afternoon and she really hadn't been in the mood to try and concentrate during one of Summers' classes, so she'd just up and left right after lunch. She'd left her school bag behind, nothing worse than looking like a kid playing hookie and just had her wallet and her fake ID, not that she needed it in this place.
It was one of the regular hang-outs for her and John either during the day when they were cutting class or at night when they just wanted to play some pool and not get into too much trouble. Today, she just wanted to play some pool, practise a bit without John standing over her and teasing her for missing shots. She wanted to be better than him at it so that next time she'd win the bet (not that she was complaining at losing as much as she should have done, perhaps, but that was neither here nor there).
No one would think about looking for her here. She was fairly confident about that. Most of the teachers, save for maybe Logan and Remy, would never come to any place like this anyway. She was pretty sure if Miss Frost even approached the outside she'd come out in hives. And besides, she was pretty sure they were all busy anyway and that meant she was safe. Why any of the staff would have business on this end of town anyway was beyond her.
She wet her lower lip and shot the cue ball forward with an easy motion but the balls didn't break in the best way, so she lined them up to try again, bent over the table with that distinct white stripe touching the green of the lining. She let out a frustrated curse under her breath, putting them back into the triangular holder and carefully letting go.
Her soda was on the edge of the table beside her and she took a sip of it, she'd have a drink later, but she wanted to at least sink a whole table first. Adjusting how she was standing and how she was holding the cue, she flexed her fingers around the wood and carefully aimed, waiting for just the right moment, trying to tune all of the sounds around her out and focus on hitting the cue ball perfectly. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings as she drew her arm back to make the breaking shot.