V-Day Hangover Plot [For Rogue]

[first_pink_lady]

Rizzo wasn't a stranger to hangovers.  The moment she returned to some foggy resemblance of consciousness, she knew the feeling for what it was, and made a noise that was a half-groan and half-sigh of resignation.  Without opening her eyes - squeezing them shut, in fact, to prolong the inevitable - she thought back to the night before, and was really not too surprised when she couldn't remember any of it.  It wasn't her first time on the black-out merry-go-round, but that she couldn't remember much of the day, either, was a little worrying.  And, more than anything else, she thought of all those books the bookshelf practically threw at her, all about alcoholism.  Fuck.  So much for cutting back.

She cranked her eyes open, squinting out at the world, shoving an elbow under her, and . . . 

"Jesus. H. Christ."

It wasn't that there was a gal sprawled out beside her - one night stands weren't too far outta her norm lately either, even if it was unusual that she'd stayed long enough for them to goddamn wake up together - or that she didn't recognize her, given the blankness of her memory, but that she was in the Island's graveyard, dressed in, as far as she could tell, a lacy, pink, patterned sack.  "You," she said, in a gravelly voice to the gal next to her - Rogue, she was pretty sure.  "Are into some kinky shit."

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[un_gloved]

Rogue frowned a little and lifted her head, which was not especially easy to do and, she was pretty sure, was in no way flattering.

"Uff," she replied, letting her head fall back against the grass.

"Funny, Ah always thought Ah was such a prude. Where-" She popped herself up onto her elbows and squinted at her surroundings, then at Rizzo, then down at herself.

She was wearing the shredded remains of a cheap latex outfit that bore the unmistakable colors and markings of Wolverine's classic blue and yellow getup. She was also covered in a fair amount of dirt and what looked like blue warpaint. Where the hell had she gotten blue war paint. And why.

"..." She looked over at Rizzo's... dress.

"What'n the hell is goin' on here?"

[first_pink_lady]

"Oh, I've seen some goodietwoshoes in my day," Rizzo said blearily, shifting on her elbow, and pulling something out from beneath her that was digging into her.

Fucking knitted baby booties. She held them up in front of her face, dangling from where they were strung together with yarn, hoping that her eyes were playing tricks on her. No soap. She grabbed the things in her fist and dropped her hand to the ground.

"And that's a little more figure-huggin' than you'd wear to sunday tea." She may have felt like shit, but she still gave the gal a good once-over. And yeah, and that was a little much on the dirt and blue-paint side, but she'd definitely made worse one-night-stand decisions.