Who: Colossus, Rogue; open When: Saturday, October 3rd, 2009 (evening) Where: Chuck's / Westchester County, New York What: dinner! Status: in progress Rating:PG
Piotr sat on the vinyl padded bench, one arm draped on the back of the seat and the other one the table. His Coca-Cola fizzed and popped a bit as he looked over the menu again, like he didn't already know what was on it by heart. "I think I might get this Southwest Steak-wrap thing." He pointed to the picture on the glossy menu, it looked like something Troy had a hand in creating so it was probably good. He looked over to his company. "I am glad Brian would not put a shirt on and leave the mansion because I probably would not have asked you to come." Pete had only realized he could invite people other than the Brit places after Brian's new 'sloth' period had begun. He looked back to the menu again, "Maybe the Bacon Double-Cheese Burger, how did they get these menus made so fast?" he wondered out loud.
"Ah'm havin' a B.L.T an' fries. Ah've been dyin' fer somethin' of questionable quality." Rogue gave the Russian across from her a wink and pushed her menu back toward the edge of the table. "Ah was thinkin' of headin' down here anyhow, bein' as Gert gets a bit swamped lately with all the new kids runnin' around. It's sorta been fun though, hm?" Her legs were crossed at the ankles and tucked up against the base of her booth seat. She'd been in cramped eating quarters with Pete on more than on occasion and knew he had a tendency to require some elbow (or toe) room. "Y'know I'm proud of everyone, chippin' in and helpin' out with this place." Nearly everyone at the mansion had stopped by to lend a hand or an idea. Rogue felt she'd earned the free piece of pecan pie she'd eaten that first week after unscrewing all the tables and seats from the floor so they could be rearranged. Though, newer settings had been brought in, it still had a down-home feel when you walked through the front door. The smells didn't hurt. She reached across the table and poked Piotr's Coke further toward him, then withdrew her hand as she accused, "Lightweight." The frosty mug of Old Milwaukee before her was scooped up and chugged halfway down before their 'waiter' returned.
"You've touched Logan too much." Pete laughed and took a long drink of his soda, not pausing when he felt the kick to his calf under the tabletop.