"Dis lil Jazz Club up here has de best jambalaya." (I know this line is from Cajun Spice)
Rogue knew somehow that he was bad news, but went with him anyway. They were seated after she went to the bathroom to change and they ordered their food and sat there in silence for a little while. Rogue was twirling the Mardi Gras beads around her neck as Remy stared at her intrigued. Remy spoke first.
"Rogue y' a terrible t'ief ya know?" he stated nonchalantly.
Rogue looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "Whaht?"
"Remy saw y' earlier tryin to pick-pocket da man's wallet, y' be too obvious, Chere."
"How…whaht…and Ah suppose ya could teach meh?" she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oui, Remy be de best t'ief in N' O'leans," he flaunted.
"Fahne, ya teach meh tomorrah then?" she asked hopefully.
"Oui, Remy look fo'ward ta it." Remy said with a smirk.
'God this guy has trouble written all ova him, Ah can't believe Ah'm attracted to this Swamp Rat.' Rogue thought.
They finished their dinner, of course they bickered and Remy flirted and by the end of the night Rogue almost flirted back. It was about eleven o'clock at night when they left the Jazz Club, Rogue was getting tired from her long journey and all the excitement that happened earlier and all the bickering.
"Cherie, let's go fo' a walk," Remy said nonchalantly.
Rogue looked up at him with eyes half closed and said in a sleepy drawl, "Nah sugah, Ah'm too tired."
Remy smiled, she called him sugah and she leaned into him for support because she could barely lift her feet as she walked. Remy asked, "So where y' stayin chere?"
"Nowhere," Rogue replied sleepily.
Remy grinned and said slyly, "Why don' y' stay at Remy's place t'night?"
Rogue drawled out a drowsy, "Sure Swamp Rat." Remy snaked his arm around her waist, as she began to fall asleep, while they walked towards his apartment.
Remy stopped and said, "Let Remy carry y' chere."
Being stubborn, Rogue shook her head no and tried walking on her own and swiftly collapsed to the ground. Remy came over to see if she was alright. She was okay, she would have some minor bruises and a few scraps on her legs, but she was fine. As he scanned her, he saw that her shirt showed her cleavage more and some of her bra. She was undeniably beautiful, but wore too much make-up hiding her natural beauty.
"Don't touch mah skin," she said as Remy went to pick her up.
Remy looked at her curiously and asked, "Why?"
She simply said, "Please, jus don't." And let the exhaustion get to her.
She was exhausted, he could tell. So Remy picked her up, careful not to touch her skin, though he wanted to so much and carried her to his hotel. He laid her on the bed and took off her boots and slipped her under the covers. He whispered, "Goodnight chere," and took a pillow and a blanket and crashed on the floor.