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Remy's POV-

"This one's on the house sweetheart," Janelle leaned over the bar to show just why she was being so generous this evening and Remy moved forward to reciprocate her actions.

"Remy thinks you might be having some darker intentions for getting me drunk, non?" He smiled deviously; she was one of the few who knew what lay behind his shades and didn't mind, as long as he kept them on that is.

"Remy," Henri looked over his shoulder, "It's the femme from dis morning!"

Remy looked up to see the very girl he had stolen from a few hours before walking towards the two brothers.

"You think she knows, you did walk right into her."

"Non," Remy looked closely at the girl, Sophie, and she didn't look angry. In fact she was smiling and strutting right towards him.

"Hey there Swamp Rat," She slid in next to him, "I was hoping I'd run in to y'all again."

She must have been laying her accent on thick now because Remy had barely noticed it much before. He eyed her up again and wondered how she could wear so many clothes in a crowded bar. She had most of her hair up with her dyed white locks framing her face. She had brushed them back quite a few times in their short encounter in a way that appeared to be a well used habit.

He noticed she had changed for the evening and was now wearing a forest green off-shoulder shirt and black pants. The strange part was that she was wearing long gloves that went up to her elbows, a different color than the ones she wore earlier that morning.

"Y'know chere you're giving Remy mixed signals with all this name calling." He held his hand over his heart dramatically. "Besides, if I'm a swamp rat then from the sounds of it you must be a river rat, non?"

Irritation crossed her face, "Fine, I won't call you Swamp Rat if you don't call me that, Cajun."

"Anything you wish," Remy could see the blush rise on her cheeks as he spoke, tilting her head so that her hair fell in front of her face.

"You want a drink chere?"

She glanced towards the bartender and shrugged, "Whatever you're having sugar." She watched him as he ordered and a strange look crossed her face, "I'm guessing you've got every lady working a bar in this city wrapped around your finger, don't ya?"

"More than you'd know," Remy looked at her smugly.

"Ugh," She shuddered, "You're disgusting."

She never left the bar despite that, and they chatted idly for about an hour about nothing in particular. Remy was able to watch her as they talked, she almost never looked straight at him preferring to scan the crowd instead.

"It's a bit hot in here for gloves belle, you should shed a few layers and come dance with Remy."

"Well Remy you're one to talk, wearing gloves and sunglasses in a darkened bar." She smirked and straightened up, "But I think I might just take up the offer to dance. You coming?"

He let the femme lead him into the crowd and noticed how easily she moved, rarely even brushing onto someone, almost like the dancers were parting for her.

She had an interesting way of dancing, not that it would appear any different by a casual glance but she moved with a grace that put her so that she was less than an inch away from him at some points but almost never seemed to touch him. Always staying just out of reach, and looking up at him with those teasing green eyes.

"Belle," he murmured into her ear, "You think you might want to come back with Remy sometime tonight?"

"You got a place near here?"

"Close enough, I've got a bike we can take."

"Like, a motorcycle?" Remy could have laughed at the way her face lit up; she lowered her eyes for a moment and ran her hands around him and down his back.

"Oui, chere," She ran her hands even further down, grinned at him and leaned close enough so that their lips were almost touching.

"Well then sugar, I guess I'm going to have to say," She paused to lick her lips, "No."

"Huh?"Remy blinked, "Chere?"

"I said no, Swamp Rat," And with that she rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving him confused and flustered. He stood there until she had disappeared into the crowd, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

"Mon dieu," He breathed, was this femme crazy? Women did not reject Remy, ever. Of course there was always the occasional mutant hater but he was wearing sun glasses, and she hadn't appeared scared of him.

"Mon frère," Henri pat a hand on Remy's shoulder, "Did I just see what I think I saw?"

"She said no."

His brother laughed and shook his head, "It had to happen someday, maybe you're just getting old. Come on, let's go."

"Non!" Remy objected, "Remy's only twenty-three, dat's not old!" The two walked out of the bar, Remy's accent becoming stronger the more he protested and his brother laughed.

"Remy, that is your bike, oui?" Remy looked up to see a young woman hopping on to his bike and putting on his helmet. There was no one else in the parking lot, but her and Remy knew for certain it was his bike. He started running towards the parking lot and shouting as she started it up and rode out of the parking lot.

"Merde!" Remy groaned, he had seen a wisp of the woman's hair as she drove off, white on brown strands trailing behind her.

"She hot-wired your bike?" Henri looked towards his brother in disbelief. They couldn't out run her and she was as gone.

"Non," Remy reached into his back pocket, "She used the keys."

"Remy, boy don't be slamming doors in dis house," Remy growled as he stormed into the kitchen, slowing as his Tante scolded him.

Henri walked in behind his brother, sitting down next to his wife and grinning at the others, "Remy got himself robbed, by a pretty little femme he stole from just this morning."

Both women in the room went silent, looking over at Remy in disbelief, this did not happen. Remy Lebeau was a master thief, Gambit, Le Diable Blanc, how could he have been pick pocketed by someone not known by this guild?

"Remy, how did'ya let this happen?" Tante Mattie lowered her voice looking at him closely. "What were you doing dat you couldn't be bothered to notice someone thievin' from y'all?"

Remy smirked when he thought back to Sophie, smothering it quickly when he saw the looks shot at him.

"Remy," Henri put his head in his hands, "You can't have gotten so caught up that you'd have not noticed." It wasn't really a question though, they all knew his reputation as a ladies' man.

"Could she be," Henri's wife, Mercy thought for a moment, "A threat to us, an assassin messing with us?"

Remy and Henri exchanged a look, "We'll tell Jean-Luc about it in the morning."

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Rogue's POV-

"Umm, Rogue?" Kitty and Jubilee gave her slightly bewildered faces, "Where did you get that bike?"

Rogue turned towards her friends and gave a shit-eating grin.

"Guess."

The girls both looked at her, and then to the bike.

"You stole from the thief?!" Kitty shrieked, "You can't steal from him! He's, like, all tall, dark and handsome, and wears a trenchcoat!"

"O-kay?"

"You don't get it!" Kitty waved her arms around frantically. "I saw this on TV! There was this, like, super hot guy who went around seducing young women, taking all their money and then, like it totally turned out he was this big shot mobster who was murdering them in their sleep! And you know what he had in common with this guy?! He wore a trenchcoat!"

Rogue put her gloved hands on Kitty's shoulders as her friend regained her breath.

"Kitty sugar, nothing like that's gonna happen." Rogue gave a laugh to assure her.

"Fine, but if he like, comes in to kill us I'm phasing Jube's here first." Kitty gave her a stern look and headed towards the hotel's entrance.

"So how exactly did you manage to pick his pocket?" Jubilee hopped on to the bed next to Rogue.

Rogue rolled her eyes, "I myself might not be an expert thief, but I've got plenty of bad guys roaming around up here," she tapped her head, "To think up something that'd make his head spin."

"What're you going to do with it?" Jubilee popped two strips of gum in her mouth and held out a piece for Rogue, who shook her head.

"Well, the Logan in me wants to take it for good but," She gave a dramatic sigh, "I suppose I'll just leave it at the bar where he can find it."

"That's all?"

"Yeah, did you have something else in mind?"

Jubilee smiled and leaned down, "Nothing terrible, just a few scratches, he strikes me as the kind of guy who cares about those things."

"Would you two shut up!" A lump under the covers grumbled, "It's like, 3am, sleep already!"

Rogue reached over to turn off the lamp beside her, and then whispered, "So just a few scratches, eh?"

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"So you think dis girl might be a threat to us?" Jean-Luc, Remy's father sat across from him and his brother.

"Non."

"Oui."

Remy and Henri glared at each other.

"She stole from you, mon frère, and you didn't notice! What is it then? Have you lost your touch, or were you just that oblivious!"

Remy looked straight at his father, "Pere, there are many people in dis world capable of picking pockets, Remy's always been a sucker for a pretty face, dis femme was no different." He thought for a moment and smirked, "But if you want, Remy could go find her, to make sure she's no harm, that is."

Jean-Luc raised an eyebrow and sighed, "Fine, but make sure to find out when dis girl is leaving town." His father ran a hand through his hair, "Don't do anything stupid. Please."

"Remy don't know what you're talking about," Remy sauntered out of the kitchen stopping at the doorway, "You'd think dis one had a habit of being reckless the way you're talking."

She was definantly a tourist, because people around his city knew who Remy was and knew better than to mess with him. He had already confirmed that she was from Mississippi, that accent of hers a dead giveaway.

Remy took out the wallet he had been carrying around for the past two days and examined her driver's license.

"Huh, the femmes a little liar from the looks of it." Remy chuckled to himself. He knew a fake ID when he saw one, and this was most definantly fake. It was well done, it was her picture on the card, and everything looked almost entirely real. It was a New York drivers license and he wondered if she really lived there.

He riffled in the wallet for a second time and took out her credit card, he had looked at it several times and couldn't tell why it seemed so familiar. It was silver and black with an X inside of a circle, he knew he had seen it before. Then again she had been wearing nice, high end clothes and stores like that sometimes had their own credit cards.

Remy pushed the credit card back in and pulled out a few pictures from behind the ID. One was a picture of her and two other girls, one Asian and donned in bright yellow and pink, the other a petite brunette grinning from ear to ear. He recognized them from the bar and noticed the way she edged away from them both in the photo, she had been like that in the bar too, staying just out of reach. Two other photo's were there as well, she was posing next to an older man grinning at the camera and hugging his neck, the man on another hand looked uncomfortable as hell, but was putting up with it.

He placed the photos back inside and put the wallet in his pocket, he had a good idea where she might be later on in the evening, places where most younger tourists headed on vacation.