*takes five shots in quick succession*

Rogue walks in on what looks like it could turn into a very interesting party. "First five shots are free? Will I need more than five?"

Rogue giggles a bit, then downs two shots, one in her right hand, the other in her left. She shakes her head and makes a face. "What's in this? Gasoline? This is worse than the piss y'all Americans try to pass off as beer!" She pauses for a second, then laughs at herself. "Oops, wrong personality, sorry." She sits down next to Sheldon, another shot glass in hand.

Rogue takes the third shot and giggles. Yes, she should have started with just one, and no, she realizes, she does NOT still have Logan's tolerance for liquor. "'Cause I drink tequila with you?" She giggles again, and slides her hand from the couch onto Sheldon's thigh.

Rogue thinks for a bit. The moonshine, which she reaches for another shot of, has slowed her thought process a bit. "Considering what some of my friends can do with their bodies, guns are really not that big a deal. Unless they're pointed at me, o' course." She grins and takes her fourth shot in less than ten minutes.

Rogue tries to subtly lean into Sheldon's arm, but as she's drunk, it doesn't go as smoothly as planned. "Well, my roommate can walk through walls, and one of my teachers at my old school can shoot laser-beam thingies out of his eyes." She begins tracing circles and various other shapes on his thigh. "As for me, well, I can't really...touch people. Not with my skin anyway." Rushing, she adds, "Of course, there's lots of ways around it, I mean, latex has really come a long way..." Rogue mentally slaps herself and thinks that getting really drunk really fast might not be the best plan in the future.

Rogue has taken her fifth--and last, she swears--shot, and her words are a bit slurred and slow. "Well, it tingles a little bit, and I'm told it feels like you're being pulled...out of your skin. If it's just short, then nothing really happens." Whether because she's drunk or because she's trying to be mysterious, Rogue leaves out the part where she can pretty much read his mind for the duration of the contact.

Rogue leans toward Sheldon, pressing her lips to his for a soft, quick kiss. She moves away when she feels the pull starting; it's not quite as instantanious as most people believe. Quick pieces of barely-formed thoughts flash through Rogue's mind just before the contact is severed. "Well...?" she asks softly.

Rogue's grin turns into a giggle. "Yeah, good thing."

[[OOC: Yeah, I should probably do the same. ^_^]]

*on the way back from the bar*

First five shots of what, exactly?

*peers closer at him and does a double-take but keeps it under control*

I prefer blue jello, but what the hey.

*takes a deep breath and does the five shots*

*sways a little*

Ooh.

*takes long deep breaths*

The name my dad had for this stuff was 'rotgut'.

I don't think I should have done this after the Coronas.