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It had been a month since he'd been here. The sounds of the music thumped every part of him, making his head hurt slightly. He sat at the bar making small talk with the bartender of the night, trying to wheedle out any information the girl had. He sighed in frustration when all she seemed interested in was taking him up the second floor after her shift. Normally Gambit would have jumped at the opportunity of a quick fuck, but the image of terrified emerald eyes stopped him.
He had never had this much trouble finding someone, especially not a woman. He had been coming to club "Magnetism" every night the first week after his break in to try and find his chérie. Gambit cursed at himself for the hundredth time that night for referring to the girl as his chérie. He had no idea when he started to call her that, but it sounded good in his head he found it hard to stop. He just hoped that when he did find her the reference would stop. He didn't think it would. He couldn't sleep after he left that night. Images of how he found her haunted his dreams. The guilt of walking out on her ate away at him. He needed to find her, needed to see that she was really alright and what he saw was an illusion or anything but what he saw. Then he could move on with his life and never close his eyes and see that room and occupant again. But it was like she never existed except in that small room. Gambit downed his scotch as he watched one of the dancers perform wishing it was the girl he was looking for. He did find the next best thing in his search, his favorite scantily clad waitress.
Grinning at his this small triumph, Gambit moved from the bar and carefully wound his way around the stage, tables, and people and sat in a corner booth in the waitresses section. He patiently waited to be served; this was his favorite not only because the fille was an excellent dancer, but because she was a chatterbox, and chatterboxes sometimes tell you things they shouldn't He had actually got the entire layout of the first and second floor without too much effort from her. He was hoping that tonight would be the night that he got some answers, one way or another. Gambit's grin widened when the girl started practically bouncing over to his booth.
With a huge smile plastered on her pale face she greeted him in a very preppy and peppy voice, "Hello Remy! Nice to see you again this evening" she beamed at him; she immediately blushed a deep shade of pink when he took her hand and gently brushed his lips against the back of it. He turned his glowing red eyes up at her, "bonsoir, Kitty. You look ravishing this evening" he complimented smoothly. He watched as her pink blush turned red and she gave a small shutter of pleasure slowly taking her hand away. "Thanks. Like what can I get 'ya?" Remy leaned back in the booth like he owned the whole club and replied, "The usual mon chaton."
Kitty giggled as she left him to fill his order, giving Remy a perfect view of her pert backside being hugged and hardly covered by the metallic spandex fabric of her outfit. As he waited he turned his attention to the dancer currently on the stage. His brain mentally pulled out the file on the dancer identifying her as Jean Grey. Remy wondered how her boy toy was taking the notion of her particular outfit. She was tantalizing everyone with a sparkling green barely keeping her breasts contained corset dress; the slits on either side started at just below her hip and plunged all the way to the floor, allowing her to move around the pole in the middle of the stage and giving a glimpses of her pale legs to all the drooling men staring up at her. He wondered how those conversations went after she was taken up the second floor so said drooling men could have their way. Remy was pulled from his musings and smirking at how much Jean reminded him of Jessica Rabbit when Kitty came back with his drink and some food for him to munch on.
"Merci" he smiled brilliantly at her making her blush return just slightly. She brushed her chocolate hair behind her ear and asked in a high voice, "will that be all for now?" She expected him to say yes. She expected him to flirt a little more with her; she knew that he never wanted anything more. He would just sit here alone and look at the girls all night with a frustrated look on his handsome face. Kitty certainly did not expect him to grab his wrist and pull her down into the booth with him, he whispered in her ear when she re positioned herself against his side, "Non. But there is something I have been meaning to ask you for some time now Chaton." Kitty forced herself to relax against him, she though he was going to ask her the one question every man she serves asks. She tried to force her face into an expression of want before she looked back at him. She didn't want him though; she never wanted any of them.
"I want to know everything about the girl with the brown and white hair" he cooed into her ear. It took Kitty point two seconds to fully register what he just asked slash demanded of her. She gasped and immediately phased out of his grasp and through the table to her original position opposite him. She noticed the look of surprise flash across his face before it was replaced with that smooth smirk she has always known. She tried to calm her now heightened nerves as she replied "I don't know what you're talking about" hoping he would note the desperation in her voice and leave it at that. Instead she saw his eyes blaze a deeper red as he stared her down trying to break her resolve; she couldn't break, he had no idea what he was really asking and who he was dealing with.
"I think you do Kitty. I would really like to know" all flirtation left his voice, his posture was more ridged, no longer sitting back but leaning forward, one hand gripping his drink making it glow a reddish orange in front of her. Kitty looked at him confused, not sure what to expect from the glowing glass practically pinning her where she stood; when she continued to say nothing however, the glass grown a brighter orange under his grip. "If I let go, the glass will explode. It will take the whole booth with it. Do you want that kind of attention?" Kitty was now visibly shaking with nerves and indecision. On the one hand she couldn't just tell Remy what he wanted to know; technically she wasn't supposed to know that the girl even existed. On the other, she absolutely couldn't have anything blowing up in her section. That would bring Scott over and the prick would eventually bring Erik, which would be even worse.
Remy steadily watched her hoping she would give in, he didn't want to blow anything up, that would definitely give him away; but he wasn't about to back out now that he knew she was hiding something. As the loud music and cat calling filled the silence between them for what seemed to Remy like hours he thought he might actually have to make good on his threat when she continued to only shake and turn more and more pale. He started to lift his fingers off the glass and it slowly cracked under the buildup of his explosive kinetic energy. If at all possible, Kitty paled even more, but it seemed to do the trick, she quickly placed her hands over his hoping to stop him, she only succeeded in making his eyebrow raise in anticipation. "Wait!" she hissed at him through clenched teeth, "how 'bout you meet me upstairs in room 213" she questioned hoping he would hear the frantic desperation in her voice.
"Alright chaton." He thought she was going to melt into the floor with relief at his words as she anxiously watched him pull his energy back into his body leaving the cracked drink harmless. "Come to the room like after my shift. I presume you know when that is." Remy nodded in the affirmative; of course he knew when everyone was done with their shift. What kind of thief would he be if he didn't? Satisfied with his nod, Kitty practically sprinted away from him and his table to disappear somewhere in the back kitchen behind the bar.
Remy had been to the second floor of the club a couple of times before, however, those time he had been very drunk and preoccupied with a woman leading the way to her room. Coming here alone seemed strange to him. He had a fuzzy recollection of where the all the rooms were located, there was nothing important or valuable on this floor so he never bother to memorize the floor plan.
Finally locating room 213, Remy mentally checked himself to make sure all his playing cards and bo staff was in easy reach. It wouldn't be the first time if a fille led him to a room and it ended up being a trap. Somehow he doubted the little valley girl would do that to him, but you never know.
Opening the door he peered inside. "Chaton? Are you in 'ere?" He pushed the door fully open and walked inside examining his current surroundings. These rooms were about as big as any large hotel suite. He knew that the small walk in closet to his right was full of fetish toys, clothing, etc. for the guests to use. The large bathroom on his left he had spent some time in, had a deep whirlpool jet tub, big enough for four people. He grinned to himself remembering just how he tested this number the last few times he had been here, not looking for someone.
Making his way further into the room he spied Kitty on the king sized four poster bed waiting for him. She was still dressed in her waitress outfit which was nothing more than a silver glamour corset with silver spandex glimmer boy shorts. Her metallic thigh high boots were haphazardly placed at the foot of the bed, revealing pale thighs under black fish net stockings. She didn't seem to notice him, she was ridged with nerves. Her fists were clenched so tightly, Remy was sure if he placed a coal in them he would get diamonds.
He raised an eyebrow looking at her; he didn't think that asking for this kind of information about a girl would bring out such fear from anyone. He made his way over to her to try and calm her down, and froze mid step, a menacing growl reached his now heightened ears. On the small balcony across from him, he finally took notice of a figure standing there watching him, the figure stepped through the opened sliding door and dominated the small suite.
What Remy could only describe as a burly mountain man stood before him with an outdated hairstyle. His black hair seemed to fan out at either side of his temples and the biggest tightly shaven mutton chops he has ever seen outside of a bad movie distracted him briefly from the piercing black eyes that seemed to weld him in his place. His broad chest was temporarily covered by his huge crossed forearms making his overall appearance more menacing; Remy couldn't find a single opening in his stance.
"That's far enough bub" came the large man's low rumble of a voice.
Merde was all Remy could think of.
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