Authors Note: Okay, with my story, I'm having trouble remembering which of these should be italicized and which shouldn't. Should I italicize the name of the bakery, the name of the fashion line, and the name of the bar? Help?
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men.
Chapter 2Kitty looked up as Rogue and Lexa entered Sweet Allure, her bakery.
"You guys are late," she said.
"Why do we have to get here two hours before it opens anyway?" asked Lexa as she walked to the back to put her stuff away and grab an apron.
"Uh, duh," said Kitty. "We have to bake the things we're going to be selling today."
"All of them!" asked Lexa unbelievingly.
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"What's wrong with yahre common sense?" she asked. "We bake some now, enough ta last us an houah, and during that houah we keep bakin'."
"Oh," said Lexa.
"When the bakery opens, Rogue, you're helping me bake back here," said Kitty. "Lexa you're selling in front."
"Why can't ah sell?" Rogue whined.
Kitty looked at Rogue. She pointedly looked at Rogue's black, sleeveless, midriff top, her black finger-less gloves that went up to her elbows, the low-rider jeans and finally the leather choker with metal spikes on it.
"You're definitely going to scare customers away in that," said Kitty.
"What's wrong with mah outfit?" asked Rogue, looking down at it.
"Nothing is wrong with it," said Lexa. "It's just that, it would fit if this bakery was called Death's Allure."
"And I don't see that happening," said Kitty as she took out three metal muffin pans. "I don't understand why you don't wear those clothes to Emerald Butterfly, but you wear them here."
"Ah would scare away mah customers if ah showed up in this," said Rogue.
"So you won't scare away your own customers, but you would scare Kitty's?" asked Lexa.
Rogue smiled. "Yup," she said. Kitty glared at her.
"Okay, less talk and more baking people!" she said, throwing Lexa the blueberry muffin mix and giving Rogue instructions for making croissants.
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Lexa sighed as she sat down in the chair behind the counter. She had survived the morning rush and was already exhausted.
"Is this why you are always looking for new employees?" Lexa shouted to Kitty. She got up and walked to the back. "All your employees are tired of the effort this takes?"
Kitty gave Lexa a side look and looked away, expertly snubbing her.
Rogue and Kitty were sitting in the chairs around the small kitchen table. They were covered in dough and waiting for the next batch of goodies to finish in the oven.
"When is lunch break?" Lexa asked Kitty as she sat down in the third chair.
"Whenever you want it to be," she replied. "If you brought lunch, lunch lasts as long as it takes you to finish your food. If you are going out, you have 45 minutes to eat. The rule is your lunch and Rogue's lunch can't overlap and you can't leave for lunch when there are three or more people waiting in line to be served. If they have gotten their food and they are sitting at the tables eating, then you can leave, but let us know."
Lexa glanced at the clock that the three of them had given Kitty when she opened the bakery. It was a fat pink kitty clock with the words "Sweet Allure" written in the middle of it.
"I'm going to lunch now," she said. "I'll be back in half an hour."
Kitty glanced at the clock, 11:00.
"Whatever," she said. She turned to Rogue. "You're cash register. Please be civil."
"What are ya talking about?" Rogue asked innocently. "Ah'm always civil."
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"Um…excuse me?" asked a voice.
Rogue looked up from her novel to see a tall woman standing before her with bright red hair. As she waited for Rogue to respond, she nervously fiddled with the strap of her small black purse, almost dropping it.
Rogue smirked.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Um… I'm looking for a job," said the woman. "Your…your sign said you were hiring?"
Rogue motioned to the back where Kitty was baking.
"Yahre goin' ta have ta talk ta her," said Rogue. "She owns tha place."
"Okay…" said the woman as she looked to the back. She relaxed a bit when she saw the pale yellow shirt and white shorts the woman in the back was wearing underneath her apron. It was a lot friendlier than the metal choker the first woman was wearing.
The woman started toward the back when she thought of something.
"Um…do you work here?" she asked the lady at the desk.
Rogue looked at her, annoyed.
"Would Ah be sittin' heah if Ah didn't work heah?" she asked rolling her eyes. "Ah don't work heah normally, ah'm just helpin' out a friend until she finds new employees."
The woman before Rogue visibly relaxed. Rogue smirked.
"But Ah come heah a lot," she said. She nodded to Kitty in the back.
"That's one of mah best friends, so ah am allowed ta come heah all hours, and believe meh ah do," continued Rogue. She got up and went to place her arm around Jean's neck. The woman tensed so much she was stiff as a board.
"So Ahmma see ya all tha tahme," said Rogue. "Won't this beh great!"
The woman looked at Rogue with so much alarm that Rogue had ta laugh.
"What's going on in here?" asked Kitty as she came out to the front of the bakery, wiping her hands with a dishcloth.
"Nothin'," said Rogue. "Just havin' a friendly talk with ya new wanna-be employee."
Kitty looked from Rogue's smirking face to the woman's terrified one and she knew what had happened.
"Rogue, if you scare off my wanna-be employees you'll like, have to figure out how to get me some yourself or you will continue to work for me," said Kitty.
Rogue huffed. "Ah was just havin' a little fun," said Rogue. "Ah wouldn't have done that if she didn't look so relieved at tha fact that ah wasn't workin' heah."
Kitty looked at the woman. "Don't be scared of Rogue," said Kitty. "She's a great girl, once you get to know her."
"But get on my bad side and you're toast," said Rogue, glaring at the woman menacingly.
"ROGUE!" screamed Kitty.
"What?" Rogue asked innocently. "It's the truth."
Kitty glared at Rogue. "Go to the front," she said calmly.
Rogue stuck her tongue out at Kitty and ran when Kitty started looking for a spatula to smack her with.
"Sorry about Rogue," said Kitty. "She really means no harm. I'm Katherine Pryde. Call me Katherine for now. I own Sweet Allure. And you are?"
Jean looked at the hand that Kitty held out of her to shake.
"I'm Jean Grey," she said as she shook Kitty's hand.
"Let's go in the back room and talk," said Kitty.
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"Yo bitches! I'm back," said Lexa as she walked into the bakery.
"Language," said Rogue without looking up from her book. She checked the clock. "Miss Fifteen-Minutes-Late."
"So screw me," said Lexa. "Traffic was bad."
"Sorry, Ah don't swing that way," replied Rogue.
"Here," said Lexa. She gave Rogue a bag with some shrimp fried rice in it.
"Thank ya darlin'," said Rogue. "Ah love ya."
"And you say you don't swing that way," Lexa teased. She laughed and dodged the penny Rogue threw at her.
Lexa began to walk to the back. Suddenly she stopped and walked back to the counter.
"Who is the chick with Kitty?" she asked.
Rogue laughed. "Ah dunno her name," she said. "She wants ta work heah, though. It was so funny when she came in heah. She was so afraid of meh."
Lexa looked back at Jean and laughed. "I can see why," she said. "Little Miss Perfect against you?" Lexa broke into uncontrollable laughter.
"Oh Lex, you're back," said Kitty as she and Jean walked back to the front.
Kitty glanced at the clock. "And you're late," she added.
"Traffic," said Lexa, shrugging.
"Meet the newest employee," said Kitty. "Guys, this is Jean Grey."
"Jean," said Kitty. "This is Lexa…" Lexa gave Jean a small nod.
"…And you've met Rogue," finished Kitty. Rogue smirked at Jean who smiled hesitantly.
"They don't work here," explained Kitty. "Rogue owns Emerald Butterfly the salon/spa about twenty minutes away and Lexa owns the fashion line Dusk."
"You own Dusk?" Jean asked Lexa. She looked at Lexa's baby blue T-shirt, her blue jeans and white tennis shoes. "You don't look it."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lexa snapped as she balled her hands into fists.
Rogue smirked, thinking she was about to see a good beat down.
"Hey, hey hey," said Kitty spreading her arms to separate the fuming Lexa and Jean. "Lex calm down. And Jean? Yes, Lexa does own Dusk. Do not make anymore comments like that because you will receive an old fashioned beat down from them and I will cut your pay. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," said Jean.
"Good," said Kitty. "You will start work tomorrow. Be here by 6."
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I know I said Jean wasn't going to be bitchy, but it seemed to fit right here with her being a bit bitchy. I don't want her to be the bitch in this story, so most likely she'll be less bitchy once she really meets the girls.
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