Illya Kuryakin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} redperilous) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Illya was worried about meeting up with Rogue for a few reasons. Firstly, he knew that Solo had met up with her in her room. Not only did he have no idea what he told her, he also didn't know if he'd slept with her. Solo had made it clear that if she was willing, he would go for it. This unsettled Illya. Not necessarily because Rogue looked like Gaby. It wasn't like Gaby was his girlfriend. It wasn't like he even wanted to sleep with Gaby. Rogue was his friend though, and Illya did not like the idea of Solo sleeping with her, especially because it was just sex to him with no feelings involved. Illya didn't want to see Rogue hurt.
He was also worried because he had brought his notebook to show her a few of his fashion drawings. Obviously, he didn't want her to think that he was a terrible artist. He also didn't want her to think that he wasn't a man. Illya knew that his hobby wasn't particularly masculine, especially compared to the fact that his other one was destroying people at sambo. Fortunately the latter hobby usually helped if he was ever made fun of for the former one.
He had a glass of vodka for each of them, though Rogue could order whatever she wanted if she preferred something different. Illya waited nervously, tapping his pencil on his notepad and looking around the lounge.