<div class="floatleft">(http://static.thefrisky.com/uploads/2010/03/10/Jason_Lewis_main-320x213.jpg)</div>Code Name: ArchAngel<br/>Real Name: Warren<br/>Location: Empire Diner, New York City<br/>Date/Time: 6:15 am - Friday May 27th 2016<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Content: Old friends<br/>Wearing: As pictured<br/><hr/><br/>"Probably for the best,"  Warren said, taking both of Rogue's gloved hands and raising them to his lips.  "You've had enough bad shit bouncing around inside your head that wasn't yours.  Adding mine to it wouldn't be doing yourself any favours. "  It had been an uncalled for comment but he wasn't about to apologize.  He'd given up on that.  People could either take him as he was of fuck right off....<br/><br/>He released her hands before she could pull them away.  "Three in the back, two in the front," he continued, smiling at the unintentional innuendo.  "Bobby's already got shotgun and I don't hear anyone calling Rosa Parks.  Shall we split it guy/girl or is one of you fine ladies brave enough to sit between Bobby and I?"<br/><br/>He pointed towards the vehicle he'd driven to the cafe.  It was a roomy SUV, all black and gleaming chrome.  It looked like it should have come with a secret service escort. "Unless somebody else wants to drive."