A/N: I do not own X-Men Evolution
"This is stupid." Rogue murmured. She tore up a sourdough roll; crumbs flaked off the buttered chunk as she crammed it in her mouth.
"This is so awesome!" Kitty shrieked. The tassels on her vibrant red flapper dress bounced as she hopped into the seat next to her disgruntled Goth companion. A black 20's style headband cut across her brow, a scarlet feather standing straight up on the side of her head. Black fishnets clung to her slender legs. Rogue rolled her eyes- Kitty would be excited about this.
"Did they even really wear fishnets in the 20's?" Rogue pulled up one of the strings and snapped it.
A scowl descended on Kitty's bright crimson lips. "I was trying to look scandalous! You know, the whole flapper thing?" Kitty winked; Rogue rolled her eyes again (she had a feeling she'd be doing that quite a bit tonight). She smoothed her green satin dress (think Cyd Charisse, singing in the rain). Elbow length black satin gloves laid at the side of her plate.
When Remy and Piotr strolled into the dining hall, she had to hold in her laughter- they looked like twinsies: bow ties, white shirts, white jackets, black pants, polished black shoes; the only difference being that Pete's tie was black, and Remy's was red. Pete look very James Bond, while Remy just looked… like Remy.
"Well Ah'll be- it's the male Bobbsey twins." Rogue's eyes widened. A shy snicker lingered on Kitty's lips.
Remy adjusted his tie. "Well I'll be- a pair of flappers for a couple of willing young gentlemen," he winked.
"Ah'm not the hooker. She is," Rogue shrugged, going back to pecking at her roll.
"Hey!" Kitty blushed. "I resent that!" Her arms folded over her chest. "I'm just a flapper."
"So is dat a floozy that don't get paid?" Remy smirked. Piotr glared, hot light blush at his cheeks. Kitty stuck her tongue out at the obnoxious Cajun.
Remy sat by Rogue (naturally- he didn't have it in him to stay away) and Piotr by Kitty. Clean white fabric covered the long table. Elaborate silverware rested on both sides of crème, gold rimmed plates. Heavy crystal goblets sat diagonal to the round dishes. Salads and bread, butter and dressings, punch and lemonade were set in the center of the table. Up-beat jazz rolled from the speakers, and the dining hall bustled with lively mutant teens in vintage dress.
Bright red liquid swirled in Kitty's heavy cup. She, still blushing, took a long sip of the fluid. Stupid Remy- if anyone here is a 'floozy' it's him!
"I think you look very nice," Pete said in his gentle Russian tinged voice.
A swallow of Hawaiian Punch caught in her throat. She coughed, slamming her hand to her chest several times. Her face turned as red as the juice- and she wasn't entirely sure that was from the lack of oxygen.
"I swear like, I'm not a floozy!" She gasped out, "Like, the only serious guy I've like, ever been with was Lance and oh my gosh, ew. We so like, totally never did more than kiss. Honest!" A gracious, amused smile settled on his features. Filled with chagrin over her paranoid babbling, she buried her face back in the cup, chugging like it held La Agua de Vida.
"Come on chèrie," Gambit coaxed. "Smile."
"Not , while Ah am sitting, with you." Rogue slapped pale yellow butter on what had to be her third piece of bread- but she was hungry and honestly, who was counting?
"Come on now," Remy tilted his head to the side, wide red and black eyes aglow. "Dis is supposed to be fun." He grinned at the lady in front of him. Dang she looked good- green really was her color.
"It's an over glorified costume party." Her knife landed on the table with a plunk. "I don't do costumes."
"You're a Goth. Ain't that the same thing?" Real cocky, he leaned back in his heavy wooden chair.
Her glare sired his skin. "Tonight, while you're not looking, Ah'm going to set fire to that dirty trench coat of yours." Can't believe he actually took that thing off.
"Thought you might think of dat- don't worry chère, it's well hidden." His wink received a cold scowl. She threw a piece of bread at him, and fumed all the more when he caught it in his mouth with a sly grin.
Disgruntled, she sneered. "Ah wish you were the one getting killed off tonight."
Clink Clink Clink!
The Professor tapped a knife against his glass. He smiled, tenting his fingers. He sat at the head of the table, on the end farthest from the four. The room simmered to a silence, with the exception of a few knives clanking against butter dishes and left over giggles.
"Good evening students," A light half smile covered his face. "I'm very pleased you all join us for tonight's festivities." He glanced over the crowd.
Like we had a choice, Rogue puckered. It was this or DR sessions with Logan. This kind of goofy nonsense was not her thing- any kind of goofy nonsense, was not her thing.
Kitty tucked chocolate hair behind her ear. She could tell Rogue was loathing this, so she suppressed her smile. This was totally an awesome party idea- she would so have to plan her own when she went home for break.
But then again, maybe not- Rogue did not have the patience to endure another one of these.
"As you know, tonight, you will be solving a mystery," The prof glanced again over the teens. "You may work in teams of two, use of powers is prohibited." He smiled. "You will be expected to collect clues in order to back up your allegations. The winners of this little endeavor will receive-"
The lights went out, the room flashed jet black. Teens gasped. Gunshots (obviously balloons being popped- probably by Logan, who would do any remedial task to avoid the actual hoopla- Rogue rolled her eyes) sounded in two loud bangs. The Professor let out a yell. The girls in the room shrieked- piercing, loud, annoying little yells. Kitty jumped; Piotr placed a warm, reassuring hand over hers. She relaxed, dark blush setting in her cheeks. The lights snapped back on.
The Professor slumped over in his wheelchair. Two crimson splotches stained his pressed white shirt.
"Oh my gosh!" Amara cupped her hand over her mouth, Jean pulled crimson nails through her red hair, and Jubilee winced.
"He's not really dead." Rogue snapped.
Storm stepped through the heavy double doors. "I will be putting you all into pairs, according to your seating,"
Jean with Scott, Bobby with Jubilee, blah, blah, blah, all the way down the line until… "Piotr with Kitty, and…"
No, no, no, Rogue bit her lower lip.
"Rogue and Remy, and-"
Rogue looked mildly horrified. This could not get much worse.
"Alright," Storm said, after everyone was paired off. "Let the games begin."
Ah didn't even get to eat, Rogue huffed. She turned to Remy, a wide grin on his face.
A/N: Off we go=) thought I'd do an October/ Halloween inspired story, so mystery- comedy combo sounded like fun. I must confess though, there will be more comedy than mystery. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review!