#jogue

I'm a big dumb dummy and didn't see this til now but @wanderingaldecaldo tagged me on Wednesday so here I go lmaoo <3

TW/CW for drug use, but this is something!!

“I can deny the satisfaction of getting a graze because I was too worried about loading my gun bullet by bullet. Listen, do what you will recreationally, but if I’m in the middle of a shootout, I’m choosing the convenience of releasing a mag and shoving one right back up there,” Rogue leans back, crossing her ankle over her knee.

Kerry clucks and hands her a glass, “Shovin’ one up there- Tsch. No finesse!”

“Come on, Ker! Thought you liked it up the butt?” Johnny pitches in, dragging from a cigarette, “If you’d have told me in bed the first time I wouldn’t have put my-“

“Fuck off!”

The group howls with laughter at the pair, and Rogue joins in. When she looks to her right, Johnny is grinning at her, and she hates a little bit how it makes her heart skip a beat. He takes his cigarette and holds it up for her, eyes dilating as he watches her lips close around it. 

“Take good care of that for me, baby.”

The pet name makes her warm this time – or perhaps it’s the tequila doing its job –  and she’s having too good a time to pretend she’s mad about it. Rogue relaxes back, dragging on the cig as she watches one of the groupies pass a baggie to him, full of what she imagines is probably synth-coke. Her excitement spikes. She hasn’t been high in well over a few months; she’s been far too busy with gigs lately to have time to go out and load her brain up on party stimulants.

Johnny sprinkles some onto the back of his hand and passes the bag on, using a card to separate it into two lines. It’s kind of impressive that he doesn’t spill it all over. She watches him plug one nostril and take one of the lines in a long sniff. The cigarette hangs between her lips as she stares. He reaches out and takes it back, smirking as he raises his hand to her. Rogue sits up and paints a coy smile on her lips, tucking one leg beneath her so she can get a better angle to lean down with. She blocks one side of her nose and breathes in the line with the other. It hits the back of her nose quick, bitter, and thrilling, and she only pulls back slightly to make eye contact with him before dragging her tongue over his hand to collect any stray powder left behind. 

His chest vibrates and he turns his hand to hold her jaw, tilting her head and leaning in to put his lips to her ear, “Not too much of that tonight, sweetheart. Want’chya to have some feeling left in that tongue when you’re-”

“Wanna share with the class, Johnny?” Kerry pipes up, shit-eating grin on his face.

Johnny releases her to flip his middle finger at his friend, “Just havin’ a debate about who you’re gonna take to the bathroom first,” he says, and Rogue laughs.

Her red cheeks aren’t fooling anyone.