#ghvstrunncr

a pout permanently applied to full lips, expression forced into that of a near grimace for what ( to rogue ) felt like hours. everyone had their role to play ── to that rogue could offer no rebuttable or argument ... but there were no rules in place saying she had to be happy about it. any of it. nor was there a rule saying that she had to outwardly fake amiability.

she may have had a role to play in what had so fittingly been referred to as a spectacle ── but it was a role that rogue herself would write ; and on the night in question she would be playing the part of the forced participant.

ACT I, SCENE I : a change of countenance. grimace would fade as a smile slipped into place, gaze once narrow and cold momentarily displaying all the warmth of the sun as rogue lovingly brought the pad of her thumb to run along kerry's cheek.

For an apparent long moment she's just been staring off, drink barely touched. It's when Kerry speaks that she's jostled back into the waking world.

"You look bored." @ghvstrunncr says.

Does she? But that isn't the emotion that's taken hold. Perhaps a general numbness, sure. Head raises from the palm that's held it, the glazed look in her optics shaken away. "You sure it's that and not the fact I just have resting bitch face?" Despite the lapse in focus the quip is quick to whip from her tongue; an appropriate bounceback accompanied by the snort of a chuckle.

"Sorry I just..." Disassociated. V gives a sheepish shrug and lopsided grin. "Have a lot on my mind. And well...in it." It's one thing to have her own fucked psyche to manage, but the extra passenger doubled the efforts. How extra was he truly though when the two of them had already started melding together into some fucked up abomination?