DRINKING AWAY SORROWS Bars felt like home to Rogue in a way that few places still did. She'd spent enough time in them herself to feel comfortable, but it was the added memories from other people that really cemented the connection. That she'd been in her fare share of bar fights didn't negate those warm, almost fuzzy feelings in the slightest.
So when she found herself feeling lonely in the sprawling city she was looking to call her new home, she went searching for just the right bar: decently clean, busy but not crowded, and one that didn't mind supernatural types. It wasn't all too difficult to find, and she was soon seated at the bar sipping at scotch, turning the glass in her bare hands as she contemplated again just what had made her decide to come to London of all places.
Hopefully the large suitcase at her feet didn't make her too much of a target for trouble, despite being a neon sign that she was new in town...
STRANDED Lost hotel reservation? Check. All other nearby options full up? Also check. Freezing temperatures and no cabs in sight? Check and check.
After lugging her large suitcase down yet another street and trying every inn and hotel in sight, she slumped onto a bench and peered around at the dimly lit street. It was late and she'd taken far too much time getting to her hotel, assuming that her reservation would be just fine and not worrying about how busy the city was due to the holidays. Instead, she found herself shivering and cursing each and every soul who passed because they had somewhere to go, while she was going to die of exposure before the night was out.
So she was being a bit melodramatic. Rogue was a southern girl and did not do well with the cold, thanks very much. And boy wasn't London making a great first impression on her...
Rogue | X-Men Films | Meta Human
Bars felt like home to Rogue in a way that few places still did. She'd spent enough time in them herself to feel comfortable, but it was the added memories from other people that really cemented the connection. That she'd been in her fare share of bar fights didn't negate those warm, almost fuzzy feelings in the slightest.
So when she found herself feeling lonely in the sprawling city she was looking to call her new home, she went searching for just the right bar: decently clean, busy but not crowded, and one that didn't mind supernatural types. It wasn't all too difficult to find, and she was soon seated at the bar sipping at scotch, turning the glass in her bare hands as she contemplated again just what had made her decide to come to London of all places.
Hopefully the large suitcase at her feet didn't make her too much of a target for trouble, despite being a neon sign that she was new in town...
STRANDED
Lost hotel reservation? Check. All other nearby options full up? Also check. Freezing temperatures and no cabs in sight? Check and check.
After lugging her large suitcase down yet another street and trying every inn and hotel in sight, she slumped onto a bench and peered around at the dimly lit street. It was late and she'd taken far too much time getting to her hotel, assuming that her reservation would be just fine and not worrying about how busy the city was due to the holidays. Instead, she found herself shivering and cursing each and every soul who passed because they had somewhere to go, while she was going to die of exposure before the night was out.
So she was being a bit melodramatic. Rogue was a southern girl and did not do well with the cold, thanks very much. And boy wasn't London making a great first impression on her...