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Ch 1: On The Loose
The mansion was eerily quiet for a Friday night in the mind of Remy Lebeau, who steadily paced himself through the hallways looking for one person in particular; that certain woman who made his stomach do flips and his knees buckle, Rogue. He had an idea for something to do but needed a partner in crime to tag along to do it.
He couldn't get over the fact that Rogue accepted his invitation a few days prior, not to a date, but more like friends enjoying a night on the town. What he remembered most was her 'Ah promise' line. It was unlike her to promise anything with him alongside of not being so indifferent toward him causing a flame of hope to kindle within. She was one-of-a-kind and he wasn't going to lose her.
Remy reached the door to her room giving his signature knock, not recieving any aknowledgrment during the anxious seconds he waited through. Nothing. How obvious, he thought, waiting several seconds before knocking again, "Rogue? Y' in dere?" His ear pressed against the door for any sudden noises. Nothing again. He pulled out his phone and called hoping her ringtone would give her away. His ear went to the door for the next few dial tones studying the silence on the other side. Her voicemail ended the call tones causing him to hang up. "Where de hell can y' be...?"
His feet took him to the entertainment room where he spotted his target lounging across the beat up leather couch with a blanket atop her legs watching MSNBC. Her arms were crossed as she rested on her side with the sleeves of her red t-shirt riding high on her shoulders, fully exposing her bare arms. She seemed to be sound asleep from his angle but couldn't tell for certain. The few times he watched her sleep were priceless; Rogue completely defenseless.
There was one way to be sure if she was really out cold: try and ruffle her feathers. Stealth was everything when sneaking up on Rogue because of her well trained senses. Defensive tactics were her specialty and he was well aware of her combat credentials. Remy's steps were flawless as he stood directly behind her leaning down to her ear before being startled by Rogue's voice, "Don't even think about it."
"Merde. Y' got me."
"Tryin' to be cute or somethin'? 'Cause it ain't workin'," Rogue sat up hastily covering her mouth as the yawn in the back of her throat made its escape, stretching her arms high in the air to relieve the tension.
His frame was straight as an arrow with a smug look attached to his face, "I don' have t' try."
Rogue couldn't help but joke giving him a wave-off, "Ok. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Don' sleep," a bounce from his eyebrow was nothing less suggestive, throwing his 'extracarricular activities' in her face with the same smug look, eyes like slits.
Rogue stared at him with a blank expression, "Well you do now."
"Touche. Got me again," Remy smiled his charm placing his hand on his chest as if it was a critical wound.
"Just so we can be clear on this, Remy, Ah don't fall victim to you're vulgarity and boasting about the bed post you widdled away from too many notches. Good luck getting mine," Rogue took her attention from the Cajun to the political news on the television in regards to the 'mutant problem'.
Remy knew to leave her with the last word of their banter and enjoyed the time it lasted. Small talk wasn't a strong characteristic when in Rogue's prsence but he definately had a staring problem. His eyes studied the rounded features of her face by the flashes of color the television produced as she continued to watch the news.
"What you doin' sleepin' on a Friday night, Chere? Unorthodox even for you."
"Ah wasn't sleepin', Swamp Rat. It's been a really long day and, honestly, Ah really don't feel like going out tonight," Rogue answered without any kind of negative emotions. She wanted to be forward and truthful with him but was a hard task to accomplish. Even though they both agreed it wasn't a date, she had a feeling the tide would turn it into something more whether it be on her own accord or his. She was scared of his game and what he could do to a womans heart.
His smile was beautiful but she never let it get to her head, "You need to get out a little, ma douceur. Do us both some good to get out of here. I can tell de boy scout's been givin' you problems in de Danger Room so lets have some fun for once and let loose."
"Ah'm not really in the mood to drink tonight, Sugah. Maybe you should get Pete to join ya instead."
"I dunno 'bout dat," he leaned his hip against the couch folding his arms across his chest. "You gave me your word, Cherie. Don' want to belive y' word is complete crap, do ya?" He questioned hiding his eyes beneath the locks of his lengthy hair.
She knew his persistance wouldn't fade in the slightest and glared at him with one pointer finger in his face and a firm voice, "Fahne but no funny business. Got it?"
"Of course, Rogue," his hands wents into his jean pockets. "Hands to myself."
Rogue slung the blanket across her shoulder as she got up from the sofa, "Alright. Just hold your horses and Ah'll be right out. Oh and by the way, you're buyin'." With a wink she headed down the hallway to the closest flight of stairs, leaving him with something to think about.
O.o
The table for two was more like a table for one, covered in shot glasses forming a pyrimid. Rogue couldn't believe she was acually having a good time with one she never would've considered a friend six months ago. For once she saw him in a whole new light, mainly the assorted colored lights in the bar mixed with the alcohol and cigarettes, and couldn't help herself by keeping her eyes on him to learn the things that make this man 'Remy Lebeau'.
"Down for a game of pool?" Her eyes drooped a little due to the alcohol as she looked into his.
"Only if you feel like losing, Cherie," Remy's feet touched the black floor with the sounds of peanut shells with sights on the abundant pool tables. "Be right back."
Rogue watched the man head off in the direction of the bar as she slid her middle finger on the rim of an empty shot glass and half-ass lipped the words to the song 'Money For Nothing' blaring over the overly expensive p.a system. He was so casual with everthing he did, even the way he passed his ID and the ball rental fee to the blonde bartender who looked like she wanted what she saw. Rogue studied how Remy worked his game; things to expect. And of course, he was a pro.
He walked to a table setting the poolballs on the blue material, grabbing the triangle from on top of the table light. One short nod for her to follow his lead was given while he sorted the balls into their needed spots.
Rogue felt her equilibrium float from side to side as she tried walking the short distance from her previous location to where Remy stood. "One shot too many," she muttered to herself, trying not to hold her hands out for balance.
"Dis gon' be easy," Remy bagan the friendly crap-talk when she stumbled next to him at the stick-rack.
"Shut it, Cajun. Talk shit and get your ass whipped. By a girl."
Remy laughed at her friendly yet threatening humor while he rolled two pool sticks across the table looking for a warps in the wood. He was enjoying everything about her on this rare night of laughter and liquor getting to witness another side of Rogue he desperately tried wring out.
He handed her the better of the two with a soft smile along with the blue chalk. Taking his, he went to the wall for the baby powder to reduce the resistence from the stick on his forefinger, "You breakin'?"
Rogue made a nasaly 'hell no' sound at his question before blowing the excess chalk from the tip, "Ah think not. Gotta habit of scratchin'..."
"Suit y'self," Remy made his roundabout the table debating on how to break the set, imbedding intimidation within his eyes.
The break was flawless as the solids and stripes mixed pocketing the five, gaining the solids for himself. Another shot was made with little effort allowing him to take his third. One by one the solids faded from the table with Remy taking the lead into victory with only the three left before he got his chance with the eight-ball. As he bent down to take out his red three, he could tell from the corner of his eye Rogue wasn't too thrilled about not standing a chance against him. Remy smiled to himself as he took aim for one of hers, "Y' grew soft, Lebeau." The green fourteen shot straight his left corner pocket, "Rats. Your turn, Chere."
She glared at his smug expression he can never seem to get rid of, "You did that on purpose."
He shrugged, "You'll get over it. Now, show me up like you think y' can."
"Gladly," Rogue observed the multiple shots she could make but wanted to take the easiest for a warm up. The ten was in her sights shooting it into the side pocket. To her right was the twelve directly center to the pocket. She bent down taking aim once more, looking straight down the pool stick. Without checking her surroundings, she reared the stick back far enough to hit the stranger behind her grazeing the mans forearm causing him to blackout, beer shattering on the floor before the mans knees gave out dropping onto the beer and shards of glass.
Remy's attention immediately went to her after the sound of glass and multiple deep voices yelling a few feet away, "Shit! Rogue!" He went to her as one of the men pushed her away making her to lose balance. Remy caught her from behind before ending up on the floor like the unconcious man. The liquor in her blood stream was still strong giving her lack of judgement, wrenching herself from Remy's strong grip to get to the man who assalted her. With her poisonous skin contained when needed, she pushed the large man onto the table behind him hands on his throat, crushing his windpipe. A second man with a very pissed look stood from beside his unconcious friend. Remy hurried the few feet it took in hopes of diffusing the situation. Diffusing Rogue was another story...
"Better save your girl, mutie," the second man charged at Remy with a fist in order to deal his damage. Remy's left caught the punch giving the man's knuckles a firm squeeze bending his wrist back. The mans holler of pain struck the attention of the others in the bar. Remy foot swept him to the ground next to his friend where he should've stayed in the first place.
Before Remy could locate Rogue another one of their friends took him from behind, getting him into a rear naked choke hold. His hands went to the mans forearm hoping his strength was enough to break the hold. This man was strong, maybe stronger than Remy himself but there was no luck in winning against the Cajun. Remy pulled down on his forearm once more for support of his upper body. Before the man knew what was in store for him, Remy's head began to bash the face of his attacker allowing himself to break free.
"Rogue!" Remy's voice boomed over the screams from the women in the bar causing her head to snap in his direction. He sped over, pulling her into an embrace, "We gotta go, Rogue! Shit's 'bout t' hit de fan!" A plethora of people stood around the scene as Remy charged them both through crowd to the back exit. The door slammed as they made their leave with the sounds of sirens in multiple directions, giving Remy's heart a leap in rythm. He looked down at a crying Rogue and right then he knew, they were in store for a long night.
Been conjuring this idear for a good minute and decided to finally bring it to life. If you want, now you don't have to of course, drop that review :p Pretty please with a cherry on top!