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"You know what, next time someone asks if I'm down for a Threesome, I'm gonna say no."
Rolling her eyes, Rogue looked to her friend and with her free hand punched her in the shoulder. That relieved some of her frustration but there was still plenty to go.
"You were the idjit that asked!" Rogue snarled, stretching to reach for her bottle of beer.
"Yeah and look how that went." Jubilee answered, rubbing her shoulder with her free hand.
"I'm gonna kill him." Rogue hissed.
"I'll bury the body." Jubilee offered.
"There won't be no body by the time I'm done." Rogue growled now.
"Alibi?" Jubilee questioned too cheerily for her own good.
"Didn't you say ya know how to pick a lock?" Rogue asked.
"With what?" Jubilee shot back.
Looking to their situation, as annoying a truth it was she had to admit their options were limited. Reclining butt naked on a king sized bed handcuffed to the head board right along with her friend, the only things in easy reach were the drinks they had before the fun and games were supposed to begin.
"Ya know, this wouldn't have been a problem if I asked Kitty." Jubilee mused.
"Oh like Kitty would join ya for some freaky sex with some guy ya just met." Rogue argued.
"Point. What kind of a name is Remy anyways?" Jubilee asked.
"Oh like that's his real name, god, he probably picked it off that bottle of brandy over there." Rogue snapped.
"Oh, and this from Rogue." Jubilee teased.
"I was sixteen, and it's Marie!" Rogue growled.
"Sure thing Roguey." Jubilee grinned.
"Like yer one ta talk! Next up, Jubilee! Lets have a big hand of applauds from the Pervert's Row." Rogue spat.
"Actually, I used Jade..." Jubilee whispered.
"No..." Rogue gasped.
"Eh, few times. Stopped after I saw Bobby in there one time." Jubilee said rather nonchalantly.
"Wait, you mean Bobby's seen you naked?" Rogue asked.
"God no. He got carded at the door and the bouncer had my no fly list." Jubilee answered quickly, shaking her head at the thought.
"Okay, I don't know about you but I need a drink. I think if I can just stretch..." Jubilee started.
Watching a surprising degree of flexibility, Rogue saw her friend reach with a leg to a bottle of Jack Daniel's she wouldn't have believed was in reach until finally her toes grabbed the neck and with remarkable control dropped it between them.
"So why did you agree anyway? I thought you were all trying to get into Logan's pants tonight?" Jubilee asked as she opened the bottle.
Snatching the bottle for a long swig before passing it back, that had been a question she had been wondering about herself even before they'd arrived at their hotel room. She kept pitching but he hadn't swung at any of them even if she had set him up. How could a man that claimed to know damn near everything about you by a sniff alone be that dense, unless of course he still saw her as that skinny, scared girl that had climbed into his trailer back up in Canada.
"Lemme guess, you expected him to bust in here and haul ya off buck ass nekkid for a good spanking and then things would get all kinds of freaky after that." Jubilee said, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Just shut up Lee." Rogue growled.
Hearing the sound of someone at the door, their argument was forgotten. They'd seen the smug prick take the Do Not Disturb sign with him and imagined just where it was. They weren't ready to start screaming their heads off that they'd been robbed, and now they were wondering if some maid was about to come in and turn over the room.
"Can't ya just Paff it!?" Rogue hissed.
"Oh like hell, ya think I wanna lose the security deposit?" Jubilee whispered right back.
"Quick, quick, lets git under the sheets at least!" Rogue hissed, trying to pull the fitted fabrics from the bed to at least cover herself.
"Quit hogging them!" Jubilee growled, tugging at them with her free hand.
Finally the door opened and closed and they sat there waiting with one arm each handcuffed to the headboard. Hearing the footsteps out in the sitting room they waited wondering just who it was. They heard no sound of any sort of cleaning, yet after what seemed an eternity the handle to the bedroom jiggled and turned. And in walked Logan.
He had eyes only for them, but after a quick glance they fell on her and her alone. Staring in a mix of rage and embarrassment Rogue held the bed sheet to her chest, definitely not the skinny half starved sixteen year old she had been.
"What the hell are you two up to?" Logan asked, noticing a nearby bottle of brandy and having a sip.
"Well, we were gonna have a threesome but then our third left. You wanna sub in?" Jubilee asked as if it was a game of baseball.
Any angry words died in her throat as she listened to Jubilee so calmly ask this man that she herself had been damn near clubbing over the head to get to notice her. But laying there with the sheets just a formality between them, she looked into his eyes and saw that either he'd been playing hard to get this whole time or he'd finally taken the hint.
"Sorry Lee, I don't share." Logan growled, advancing on the bed.
"Okay, fine. I'll uh, I'll just sit here and...wow...and uh watch." Jubilee said.
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Hauling ass hellbent for leather and pushing his bike to the limit, Remy LeBeau was getting out of the Big Easy as fast as he could. He hadn't seen trouble like this in years and he wasn't about to push his luck. Normally one to love them then leave them, an accident had saved his life. Just curious to what the ladies he'd met had in their purses it was looking through the wallet of the one with that delightful highlight of platinum blonde that he'd stumbled across a photo.
"Merde, Lady Luck she be looking out for this N'awlin's boy." Remy said in thanks to the one saint that mattered to him.
At the very least he'd left Logan a present all gift wrapped and ready, that should at least buy him a head start. Still, it was a shame, the one with a name like a stripper looked like a lot of fun all tiny and petite. But it was like Kenny said...
"You got t'know when to hold them, know when to fold them, know when to walk away, and know when to run..." Remy sang, putting the miles behind him on the blacktop.
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