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It's a party, ya'll

who: Everyone's invited!
what: That potluck he mentioned
when: Saturday afternoon
where: The park
warnings: None so far!

[True to form, Remy pulled out all the stops for this particular potluck. He has it on good authority that Rogue's bringing cornbread, but he's got what seems to be a wireless two-burner setup that he's brought along to the park, one of which is dominated by a very large pot of fragrant and spicy gumbo, and the other by a very large pot of cooked white rice, on warm. There's a small table with plastic-seeming (but totally biodegradable) bowls and utensils, two large coolers (because people might be bringing drinks), two big folding tables (for all the things that might be brought) and a big expanse of the park to cop a squat in and have some good grub, place some outdoors-y things, and have some fun! The park as a grill too, if someone wants to fire it up!]

(OOC: Feel free to post your own starters and have a ball! This is meant to be fun, after all. If you want Remy specifically, let me know! He'll be wandering around.)

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[That actually pretty much was Alex would have done to a t if they'd not already agreed to go in an hour. It's what she tended to do back at parties at the studio, or at Casa Bae, even if Paul's wife would shoo her away from doing it. Wiggling her nose up at the extra bourbon in her glass, Alex just rolled her eyes and took another drink of it. Bourbon wasn't her drink of choice either, but she was nowhere near as picky as he was.

In anything at all, really.

But she does gesture around them.]

Pretty sure Sheriff Osenga wouldn't be using glasses out at a picnic, Richard. It's definitely asking for them to get broken and making the party end with a trip to the hospital to get glass out of someone's foot.

More reason not to go to picnics.

[There's a smirk on his face as he drinks the whiskey out of the stupid red cup.]

[He's not the only one who can smirk, because Alex does one in return, which is definitely laced with more than a little innuendo. (She should have eaten before the bourbon.)]

You just haven't been to the right picnics.

[Well, this was a curious development. Richard knew what he would consider the 'right kind of picnic, but what was Alex thinking? Especially with that interestingly coy smirk.]

And what are the 'right kind of picnics'?

[The smirk stayed on her face as she dumped her whiskey into his glass, making them even for it, and then she took a sip of her bourbon before she answered.]

I suppose I could spell it out for you if you want evidence, Dr. Strand.

[Yep, it was the flirty one that she used all too often.]

[His brows rose as he grew more curious as to what she was going to say. They'd always skirted the line of friendship and, something more, but there had always been a line.

Until that night that she couldn't remember, and even then things had been too serious to flirt or insinuate things.]

I pride myself on evidence-based conclusions.

[He reaches out to inconspicuously run the back of his fingers over her arm.]

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[Alex just chuckles softly for a second, because well, she does know him well enough. And back home there'd always been the hard tight Nic-sounding part of herself that had reminded herself of her journalism ethics and everything that went along with them and the show being the most important part of their relationship. Or at least so she told herself.

But now, there wasn't a show, despite all of the research she was digging up on anything that seemed like it could be helpful. So, there was nothing to hide. And Alex flirted all the time with people without actually meaning it. Here, she definitely did.

Which was why she stepped closer to him and moved onto her toes in her flats, putting the hand not holding her drink on her shoulder before she whispered:]

I guess I'm going to need to plan to surprise you then, Richard.

[His hand moved to her hip to stabilize her, but ended up being more to stabilize him. He wasn't used to Alex doing things like this. She'd always been bouncy and feely. This, was completely different. He knew she'd notice the held breath as his mind tried to process the sensation of it all. This was not something he had ever been privy to.

Taking a moment to hold her there, recovering from his momentary lack of ability to think, he finally leaned down and whispered back over her ear.]

Is that so Ms. Reagan?

[Alex didn't need stabilization, at least not before he'd put his hand on her hip anyway. Maybe she needed it a little more after and leaned into him with an easy grin. Despite having many charms at her disposal when she wanted to use them (and often times when she didn't, because they were just part and parcel of the Alex Reagan experience) she was quickly coming to realize something that she'd already suspected before they were doing this.

Whatever else she could do, all Strand needed to do was to break out that voice and she was like audible putty in his hands. It really wasn't at all fair, especially when he had a much faster recovery time than Alex did after she just grinned and sort of formed against him for a moment, not quite clinging but definitely flush with him.]

Of course, Dr. Strand. I know you'd expect nothing less than tangible data on the subject.[She did keep her voice low when she said it.]

[This was, new. Amazingly new. It wasn't something he had ever expected have to expect, but Richard was sure he could work with this. Alex's body flush against him felt new and different, but not wrong in any way. He had to wonder if this was how the night would have ended if he hadn't been pulled into this discussion, if they would have found themselves together, like this.

The part of him that wanted to fun away with her would like to think so.

His hand slid around her back, holding her close as he whispered against her ear.]

We should go home, Alex.

[Talking about running away when the lives of two people someone you loved cared for were on the line and the whole fate of the world might be in your hands didn't exactly lend itself to a situation that involved flirting. But then again, when had the two of them ever done things in anything approaching a normal way? They'd practically been living together for months without even being in a relationship, and now they were officially in one and they hadn't even kissed yet.

Alex would have wrapped her arms around his neck were she not holding that red solo cup that was still half-full of bourbon, but she considered doing it anyway for a second. But the words were effective anyway, and she just nodded for a second without even realizing what she was doing.

But she paused for a minute before she smirked at him with an 'I am entirely on to you' look.]

Half an hour. [somewhat of a compromise then, even with the pink in her cheeks.]

Ain't nothin' better than homemade. [Rogue grins at the familiar face.] Get yourself a piece or two before they're all gone. [This implies that she knows how damn good the end results taste.

Despite her enthusiasm, the mutant does look tense and tired, but she's definitely trying to push through it. Shalimar's question earns a shake of her head.]

It's been interestin', but a girl can't complain when her best friend from home shows up. [In case the other woman is wondering who that might be, Rogue nods at wherever Remy stands at that moment.

Possessive of things that technically aren't hers? Never.]

How 'bout you sugah? Holdin' up well enough?

[While she may not have been looking his way at that moment, Rogue knew where Remy was amongst the guests the moment they all appeared as ant sized dots during her approach. It's a habit that she's never tried to break, always wanting to have his back in a fight. Then there was that blemish of trust that still lingers from their pasts.]

Glad to be here Remy. You've done good gatherin' all these people together.

[She's genuinely proud of him and it showed. His relatively bold move of wrapping his arm around her may have been politely pushed away under different circumstances, but in front of a host of guests (many of which she was eyeballing as possible competition) and while she's genuinely under the weather? Well, Rogue found herself leaning into his touch with ease. He'd feel some of her tension release as she pressed against him, her body a higher overall temperature than usual, a slight fever that she's stubbornly ignoring.

Still, she smiled at his greeting, waving away his concern with her 'free' hand, the other one slipping around his waist affectionately.] Ah'm just a bit tired. Flight took more out of me than usual. [And before his inevitable protest:] Don't fuss over me. Ah'll be fine.

[Famous last words.]

[With her recent reactions he honestly thought that had a chance of working. Her recovery time was getting better.

That didn't mean he wanted to let her go. Reaching up he brushed stray hairs from her face, fingertips trailing over her cheek as he looked at her, eyes darting for a moment to her lips before letting her go.]

Half an hour then.

[He was having trouble recovering himself, and his words were quiet, thicker than usual.]

[Smiling up at him when he touched her cheek was easy and second nature to her. Alex was a touchy-feely person by nature, and she tended to crave intimacy. It's why she was so open with the people who she was around. Other than Strand, a lot of people in her life received hugs and touches and just the sort of things that made Alex Alex. But in the beginning, Alex had decided that Strand was a touch-me-not. How things changed.

And she couldn't help but notice how he looked at her lips again. It felt like the thousandth time, and she just sighed softly for a second before she moved up to speak in his ear again, shifting the cup so that it was behind her while she did it so neither of them ended up wearing that bourbon.]

You can kiss me, you know. I'd like it if you did. The only reason that I haven't kissed you again was because I thought you'd be more comfortable setting the pace. But honestly, kissing me, touching me... Everything is welcome and fantastic.

It's more complicated than that.

[He really wasn't sure how fair this was to her. She loved him, he knew that, and he loved her. The problem was the missing time that she had and the emotional hang-ups he had. And as much as he wanted to kiss her, to touch her, he was still hesitant.]

But I do, want to. More then I've wanted to in a long time.

Which any good event needs, right?

[Not that she can't do an event without booze but there's no harm in having the option available, right?]

Longer than I've been here, at least. Only been here a couple of months myself so there's a fair bit I'm still getting used to but it could be worse.

[There's still stuff she doesn't like but she's working on those.]

Well with a recommendation like that, how can I say no? Though I'm pretty sure homemade's only better if someone knows what they're doing.

[Spoken with a bit of a grin. Rogue clearly does; Shalimar is pretty sure her efforts wouldn't quite come up to those same standards.

She manages a smile as Rogue indicates her friend from home, forcing down the spike of jealousy while she's dealing with the exact opposite. That's not Rogue's fault and Shalimar's not about to take it out on her.]

Familiar faces make things a little easier. Not that it's not nice to get to know new faces.

[And it helps a little, knowing that even if there's no-one she'd trust entirely here, she can at least build a circle around her who might get there eventually.

Which means being at least somewhat honest, though she's playing down just how upset about it she is.]

Can't say I haven't been better. Little jarring when someone you know disappears without warning but I guess I can't hold it against him.

[Which doesn't mean she isn't mad at the people who are responsible for it, accident or not.]

[She frowned when he said that it was complicated, and her fingers brushed across his cheek again, before she shook her head slowly. Her voice was slow, and close to him because what they were talking about wasn't anyone else's business but their own.]

I know you're worried about the weeks that you have without me, Richard. But I've realized that I've been in love with you for so long those weeks don't matter. The things in them don't matter, I mean, I'm not going to lie and say I don't want to know what happened between then and now, just because everything seems to be speeding up to something but whatever happens doesn't change my feelings for you.

I'm guessing that the only thing that happened that was different was someone there made me realize my feelings and accept them rather than here.

[Remy's dealt with a few people like this guy before, funny enough, and it always turns out in their best interests to stick around for the girl who wanted them to come. Of course, those fellows normally stuck pretty close to the girls in question, and he didn't see anyone attached to his side, or dragging him into a crowd to be more social.]

Dat right? Who's de lucky lady, eh? Or man. I ain't tryin' ta assume anything.

If yo' lookin' to butter me up for somethin', you're startin' on the right foot, mon cher. You can keep 'em comin'.

[Richard wasn't worried about Alex leaving him, not anymore. He knew well enough that she was a force that would always come back. Also, they were living together. Still, he trusted Alex wherever she went. She was her own person and, while she would do stupid and incredibly dangerous things, he would always trust her.

He looks, eyes falling on Alex talking with another person.]

Alex Reagan.

[He assumed that the man knew her since she seemed to have been both invited and had offered to bring something. Then again Alex never actually waited for an invitation.]

[Okay, that actually gets his attention for a moment and he raises his eyebrows in slight surprise.]

...really? Livin' rocks?

[He chuckles.]

You must'a missed all the floodin'.

[He noted the way she relaxed at his touch, sure enough, and frowned over at her, concern evident in his expression, though his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, they didn't do much to hide the way his eyebrows knitted together.]

You sure I can't get ya anything, Rogue? You feel warm.

Definitely. Though being as it's here there's normally going to be some sort of weird effect that something will have on us and we'll all end up high or as kids or something else entirely random.

[Alex is smiling, and there's a light shrug with it because she's genre savvy and she's been here long enough to know that was just what tended to happen at celebrations in the quarantine.

But she nods, because she gets it.]

Definitely can be worse. And I mean, if you want you do get to return home eventually!

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