| Rogue After Adrienne Frost is lost to a powers accident, Rogue tries to comfort her old friend, Garrison Kane.
Rogue almost rolled her eyes, but she managed not to. "So what now? What do you need right now?"
"Sex. But I always say that. You know that's not it."
"Hard to take you seriously when that's your standard answer," she laughed, leaning down and nuzzling her forehead on the top of his head. "How about some cuddling instead?"
"You're a good friend." Kane said, pulling back so his eyes met hers. "I mean that. Comfort aside, you've always been there and that's really important to me."
"How could I not be?" Rogue actually felt a little bit offended. "I've been there for everything else, and I'll always be here. Always. Even when I barely remembered you, and you were a jackass to me, I was still around." She thought for a moment. "I shouldn't have brought that up. It's not about me, it's about you. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. We've gone through some incredibly weird shit."
"Life is full of weird shit." She tapped her fingers on his shoulder. "But yeah. This blows. What should we do? Do you need a shit ton of ice cream? Should we go to the bowling alley and laugh at people's lame attempts to look cool while rolling a ball?"
"Bowling alley? You looking for a future husband, Beulah?" He said, but the joke was half hearted. Instead, he just shifted his position against her, taking some of his weight off her. "I don't know what to do. I mean, there's nothing to fight. Nothing to beat. It's whether or not Moira can find a way back for her while I can do exactly nothing to help. I'm not good at nothing."
"Which is good to hear, considering nothingness is at the heart of nihilism, and you don't seem like a 'burn it all' kind of guy. Sometimes."
"Yes, Garrison Kane, a cop on the streets but a radical anarchist in the sheets. I think that's how it goes, right?"
"So .......would an anarchist try to fuck someone in the ear? Because I can see a socialist being all about the person..." She pondered for a bit. "A nihilist would try to create their own hole. A dictator would give nothing but orders...."
"Which makes Marxism what... group sex? Maybe people spell off in turns to make sandwiches and fetch drinks and lube?"
Rogue gave a snort. "I think Communism would be more about group sex. It'd be timed, to make sure everyone's share is equal, and everyone gets exactly one orgasm."
"Well, I think we need to go back to good old Canadian style mixed economy; sex for all but if you're willing to pay for you, you can go to the front of the line with an American."
"Better than the American system: you pay to get fucked over, and at the end, you're stuck with herpes and no medical care to fix it."