Well, this is my first attempt at a ROMY (I do not in any way support Rogue/Bobby, please keep that in mind), so please be kind.
This first song is All My Friends Say by Luke Bryan.
Please review and suggest another song for me. Country only, please. Thank you!
I got smoke in my hair
My clothes thrown everywhere
Woke up in my rockin' chair
Holdin' a beer in my hand
Sportin' a neon tan
Remy LeBeau, known as Gambit more often, looked around the room he was in. He ran a hand through his hair. "Smoke?" he said. "Gambit don' remember smokin' las' night..." he lookeed around the room. His clothes were tossed haphazardly in places he didn't remember throwing them: his shirt was on the ceiling fan, his pants were in the middle of the floor, socks were kicked under the bed. He noticed he was slouched over in his rocking chair, holding a beer. "Gambit much prefer his bed." he mumbled to himself, stretching as he got up. His spine cracked in several places. He looked at the bottle, shrugged, and drained the last of it.
My stereo cranked up
I can't find my truck
How'd I get home from the club
Ain't got a clue what went down
So I started callin' around
"What the hell is tha' noise?" Gambit wondered, walking over to the stereo in his room. It was up way too loud; he already had a headache. He switched it off and rubbed at his eyes.
He glanced out the window. "Where the hell's Gambit's truck?" he shouted. "Someone gonna pay for that!"
He paced the room. He just couldn't figure out how he'd gotten home last night. "What the hell happened?"
He took out his cell phone and started calling his friends.
The story they told him surprised him. He didn't remember any of it!
And all my friends say
I started shootin' doubles
When you walked in
All my friends say
I went a little crazy
Seeing you with him
"Yeah, man! You just kept throwin' doubles don! The bartender had to make you stop!"
"You kept saying 'Hit me!' you wouldn't stop! It looked like you were ready to fight the guy!"
"Ya went crazy, Gumbo. Don't think I've ever seen ya that mad."
"As soon as Rogue walked in with Bobby, you were an animal, dude!"
Gambit hung up, letting the phone drop in shock. He really did all that? Because he was jealous?
You know I don't remember a thing
But they say I sure was raisin' some cain
I was a rock star, party hard,
Gettin' over you comeback kid
Hey I musta did
What all my friends say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Remy thought hard. What had happened? He remembered Rogue breaking up with him for Bobby. Why? He'd probably never know.
He faintly remembered calling up his friends to go out for drinks. They had all accepted. They had all been having a grand time, laughing and talking and drinking together.
Then she walked in, Bobby on her arm. He remembered being angry, ordering up double shots. It was fuzzy frrom there.
He must have really torn the place apart to not remember anything of last night.
I found my billfold
I cried oh no, no
Good time Charlie got me
Now I'm broke
But it was worth actin' like a fool
Yeah, girl, I must have really showed you
Gambit tugged on his blue jeans and dug his wallet out. He cried out "Oh, no! No!" when he saw its contents, or rather, its lack thereof.
He was flat broke.
"Musta had a real good time." he muttered, tossing the leather aside. He smirked. "But it had to have been worth it. Gambit must have showed his Chere a t'ing or two."
Cuz all my friends say
I started shooting doubles when you walked in
All my friends say
I went a little crazy
Seein' you with him
You know I don't remember a thing
But they say I sure was raising some cain
I was a rock star, party hard,
Gettin' over you comeback kid
Hey I musta did
What all my friends say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
"Gambit showed them all a t'ing or two." he said surely with a smirk.
I was Elvis rockin'
On the bar
Workin' the crowd
Pourin' out my heart
Elvis? Well, he didn't know about that, but his friends had seemed impressed at least.
He briefly wondered if Rogue had been.
And all my friends say
I started shootin' doubles
When you walked in
All my friends say
I went a little crazy
Seein' you with him
You know I don't remember a thing
But they say I sure was raising some cain
I was a rock star, party hard,
Gettin' over you comeback kid
Hey I musta did
What all my friends say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A knock sounded at his door. Gambit opened it, still shirtless, and almost smiled at who was standing there.
"Hey, Remy. can Ah come in?"
"Sure, Chere. Anytime ya want."
Gambit smiled then. Oh yeah, he had show her.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
