The young man sat down at the dingy bar and lit a cigarette as he glanced to the pretty lady next to him. The already black sky out side hiding most of her features, due to the hurricane coming. He figure being the most dominant feature he picked up at a glance before he received a tap on the bar in front of him. He looked up to see the old bartend give him a sneer.
"Yer read de sign out front or ya a ignorant mutant?" The bartender asked him rudely and loud enough to catch the attention of most of the bar. The rough bikers in the back shot up at the sound of the word mutant. The young man sighed and looked up at the man in front of him with a glint in his red on black eerie eyes.
"Remy lebeau is de name." Was all he said to the man, drawing out his obviously Cajun accent. The woman next to him watched calmly without a hint of emotion. But he stayed busy trying to nonchalantly watch the bikers that were now approaching.
"Ah aint interestd' in yer name muty! D'ya hear what ah said? Dere be no mutants in dis bar no how." The bartender stressed to Remy, but failed to get him to oblige. Remy then felt a hand on his shoulder gripping sharply. He just reached up and touched the thing he was hopping for. A wedding band. BOOM. The biker screeched loudly as he ripped his hand away and saw his missing finger. But to Remy's surprise he wasn't the first one to jump out of their chair. The pretty woman to his left beat him to the punch, literally, as she sent one guy flying to the wall almost carelessly. Remy froze in shock as one biker grabbed her arm in a rough manner just to fall to the floor limp at first contact. The three other bikers backed away instantly.
"Well petite. I recon dat we stay'd past our welcome." Remy called to the young woman as he rushed to the back door. He smiled as she followed him down three alleyways. He stopped to catch his breath and realized that she was right behind him with out a hint of weariness from the run. He studied her knowing that she was just like him, mutant. He can see the signs already. Her almost glowing green eyes the size of saucers, her hair auburn brown with a thick streak of clear white hair on the top where her bangs hung. Her outfit odd by the times fashion consisting of tight black dress with dark maroon tights that covered her legs unto the low baggy boots she wore. He straightened himself and tried his hardest not to seem as out of breathe as he stuck his hand out to her with a smile.
"Bonjour mon ami." He greeted her with a charm effect. She lifted her eyebrow at his hand and he retracted it awkwardly.
"Don' take it personally Sugah. Last guy ah shook hands wit end'd up in de coma." She chuckled as she leaned against the dirty brick wall. "De names Anne Marie, but ah go by Rogue. An ah take it, yer a local to ol' louis?" She announced staring through her eyelashes teasingly. He liked her attitude already.
"Bon. Ah guess de lady's a mind reader. Yer from ol' miss non?" He asked her teasingly back. The sky letting a bust of water that started drenching their hair in a matter of seconds, neither moved. She closed her eyes a just reveled in the rain.
"Wat a petite like yer self doin' in dat bar?" Remy asked her leaning on the wall adjacent to her. His jacket soaking already. She never opened her eyes at the question, never dropped the smile from her face.
"Ah was a lookn' fer ya Swamp Rat." She announced interesting him. "Aah came her wit a proposition."
"Is dat right chere?" he asked surprised. She opened her eyes and he found himself already fantasing about this goddess. Especially due to the clothes clinging to her soaking curves. She could pick up his gazing eyes.
"Ye got a coop in dis town or wat?" She asked him pushing away from the wall. He smiled wide at her question.
"Ye stranded?" He asked her as he approached her slowly. She subtly laughed at his feeble charm attempts. She knew he'd be out cold by the end of the night.
"Ye got a place or not?" She asked him agitated.
"We, ah got dis little' place out in de swamps." He answered slyly.