Rogue Meets Flex

Rogue was at the Rathole every night waiting for Flex.
Often times she nursed a few drinks and ignored the various sleazy guys that hit on her. She was now undercover and the only X-Men she would have contact with was Jean Grey, and even that had to be as clandestine as possible.
After about two weeks she finally got what she wanted.
She had just sat down at her favorite spot, when the bartender left her a beer on the bar.
"This is from him." The bartender declared, pointing at a tall, muscular black man with a bald head.
'Jackpot' She thought to herself as she motioned for him to join her, which he quickly did.
"My name is Felix, but everyone calls me Flex." He introduced, flexing his muscles as an ice-breaking joke. Rogue had to admit that she liked what she saw, even if he was a bad guy.
The two talked for a little while as Flex made sure that everything she had was on him tonight.
Flex was a very arrogant man, often times boasting about his sexual conquest, his high school and college football achievements and about how rich he was.
Rogue gushed over his every word.
Eventually the subject got to her firing from the X-Men.
"That did you ice cold, baby." He declared, causing her to rant for a good twenty minutes about what had happened (she even managed to slip in that she could touch people now, to ease any fears Flex might have had).
By the end, Flex was as (physically) close to her as possible. He put one arm around her waist and the other close to her thigh.
"Sounds like you wanna do some damage." He whispered in her ear.
"Damn right I do." She answered.
"Let's go back to my place and I'll see if I might have a job opening for someone like you." He said, standing up and paying the tab.