Riley:Outstanding
Riley:I hear Rogue is coming in for Sam and Tiel's highly secretive event. She's told me that she's told you, and we're now allowed to acknowledge that we all know about it.
Nick:Why do you call her that?
Riley:X-Men, dude.
Nick:I'm having trouble remembering that character but it feels like another slam on her. It pisses me off. Stop.
Riley:It's not.
Nick:It sounds like it is.
Riley:Ok, well…it's not.
Nick:It seems like you guys beat up on her a lot. I fucking hate it. Y'all need to stop that shit.
Riley:Rogue is a mutant. She absorbs everything around her. Memories, strength, other superpowers. She feels everything, all the time. It's involuntary. She can't not do it. She can't control it either, and sometimes people get hurt. She sees it as a curse and she runs away from home.
Nick:Continue
Riley:Her powers are conducted by touch. She can't allow anyone get close to her. She's always alone.
Nick:…and?
Riley:And it takes her years to get control of her powers, and even then, she's still guarded. She grows up as a villain but in the end, she finds her way to the X-Men. They become her family, and she uses her powers to heal them.
Nick:Whoa. Fuck.
Nick:How do you come up with these nicknames?
Riley:It's a gift.
Nick:Right, well this convo has been pretty fucking real for me. When are we drinking?
Riley:How about The Green Dragon, around 8
Nick:Do you think they'll have the Cowboys game on?
Riley:Goddamn it, Nicholas.
Riley:The Dragon is over 360 years old. Paul Revere and John Hancock drank there. It's the alehouse of revolutionaries, son.
Nick:Ok. Sorry?
Riley:When you're drinking at The Dragon, you're a motherfucking Patriot.
Nick:Remember the Alamo
Riley:If Sam Adams had been at the Alamo, that shit would've been over in 3 days
Nick:¡Viva la revolución!
Riley:Just stop. That's a different revolution, dude.
Nick:You're buying the beer.
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