A little while back on DeviantART, one of the groups that I am part of was having a drawing contest; so this is my entry for the Rogue-and-Gambit: 'The Perfect Scene' Contest! I have always been a fan of the Evo. universe and would have loved to see the show continue. You can see my entry for the contest on my site.
This contest also allowed me to continue the writing of the scene. We got to choose one of three prompts; I choose #2, which takes place in the Evo universe. So what I have decided to do it work on my part of the scene, as well as other possible endings that I had entertained at the time.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Marvel or the X-Men, also the following page is the prompt
Prompt #2:
This prompt is set in Earth-11052 A.K.A. "X-Men: Evolution". If you choose this prompt, your contest entry style must be similar to that of the series.
Chapter 1: Dance With Me
The beat of the music pumped through the auditorium walls like an angry fist, all of the students around them twirling, spinning, and gyrating to the pulsating sound as if possessed by the music.
Rogue, on the other hand, leaned against the wall and nursed her fruit punch.
Remy had been watching her for the better part of the evening as she'd excused her way out of would-be dance partners and shooed away her friends who tried to pry her away from the gravitational pull of the wall.
It was just getting too sad to watch anymore.
So he excused himself away from Tabitha and Amara and made his way over to the sullen woman.
"S'a shame." He slipped next to her, two cups of punch in hand. "Poor little wallflower. All dressed up and nowhere to go."
Rogue regarded him with a sneer. "Don't believe I asked for your opinion, swamp rat."
"Just wonderin' why you'd put yourself into such a flattering," his eyes scaled her figure in the crimson gown, clinging to her like a second skin. "Glamorous dress if all you were going to do was be a voyeur. Perhaps you came to see my legendary dance skills, non?" he offered the punch to her, but she kept her arms crossed.
"Am I *that* transparent?" she cooed sarcastically, thickening her Southern accent. "Why, all mah life all Ah ever wanted was t'find a man as handsome and talented as you, Remy, t'sweep me off my feet and dance me into happily ever after!"
"Why I can do more than just *dance* you into happily ever after, mon chere." He responded, his tone as slick as the swamp mud from which he hailed.
"Shove off," she growled. "I'm sure your little fangirls over there are going to shrivel up and die without your company."
"Too bad." He set her drink down on a table. "I really only came here to dance with you."
She scoffed. "I don't dance."
"Curious. You *do* know that's the purpose of this function, right? S'why they call it a "dance"." He made air quotes around the last word.
"I'm here as a chaperon!" she smacked his shoulder. "Now would you kindly scamper along?"
"Tch, chaperon?. "Isn't that *they're* job?" he gestured toward Logan, Ororo, Dr. McCoy and Scott Summers, all of whom were standing around in the corner.
Rogue made a noncommittal noise and crossed her arms once again. "Your point is?"
Remy made a show of looking exasperated and annoyed with her, placing his arms akimbo.
"I want you," he gestured to her "to dance with me." And then pointed to himself, raising his eyebrows as if to ask her if that was clear enough.
Rogue looked around at the other party-goers. They were all too caught up in dancing with each other to care about anyone else or what they were doing.
Except for Bobby…who was caught trying to sneak in some of Logan's secret booze stash into the punch bowl.
She tucked her hair behind her ear in thought.
Remy didn't, look half bad in his monkey suit, she mused, though he had long since removed his jacket and tie.
Quite dashing, really.
He quirked a brow, waiting for her answer.
That's where the prompt ends; and this is how I would finish it: