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One Thursday night, Rogue broke her curfew, and joined by Risty, went to a heavy metal concert in the city. When she returned to the mansion, she staggered about and bumped into numerous objects. She was quite stoned. While Rogue herself har never done any illegal drugs of any sort, just about every other person at the show did and the resulting cloud of smoke affected the southern Goth. She stumbled into her room and tried to lay herself down on her bed but missed completely and fell smack dab on her face. Hearing the impact, her roommate Kitty woke up with a startle. "What the hell? Like, are you ok Rogue." "Ah'll be fine, ah jus need ta sleep." The young brunette got up out of her bed and went over to pick up her intoxicated roommate. Knowing the risk of her powers, Kitty carefully took hold of Rogue from underneath her arms. Kitty started to lift, but Rogue started to fall again. Rogue's hands frantically searched for anything to grab onto. The only thing her pale hands could find were Kitties hand, Kitties bare hand. Rogue screamed as she realized what she had just done and quickly let go of Kitty. However nothing happened. No memory transfer, no power transfer, just nothing. Rogue stared in complete shock at her hands; she can't even cope with the fact that she actually touched someone without anything happening. Kitty however was much more excited.
"Hey, like when did this happen?" Kitty asked. "When did wha happen?" Rogue responded. "You controlling your powers, I didn't know you could do that." "Ah didn't know ah could either." The southern belle replied as she finally gained enough energy to sit herself down on the bed. She just stared at her hands in amazement and then her eyes start to water up. Kitty instinctively lowered herself down and gave Rogue a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek.