"Italian?" Rogue asked softly, looking at the large restaurant Remy had pulled into. The Cajun glanced at her from the corner of his eye, taking her arm in his.

"Y' don' like Italian, chere?"

"S'not that, sugah," Rogue reassured. "Ah just thought ya'd be takin' us t' somethin' a li'l more...French. That does seem t' be yo' preference."

Remy smirked and moved his arm from hers to her waist. Rogue glared at the arm for a second before turning to face the grinning Cajun, moving back when she saw how close he'd brought his face to hers.

"Remy like t' be unpredictable," he said. "T'ought Roguey would pick up on dat by now."

"Oh, Ah have," she muttered. Carefully extracting the arm from her waist, she followed Remy inside the restaurant, hoping reservations weren't needed and wondering how he'd found this place when she never even knew it existed. She'd certainly been here longer than him.

"Two," Remy told the man. The waiter bowed respectfully and maneuvered through the various tables, some filled and some not. Remy wrapped his arm around Rogue's waist once again, smirking victoriously when she didn't immediately move it this time.

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Emma hummed to herself as she casually flung the pictures of Joseph and Rogue into a trash can. It wasn't like Rogue would be needing them for much longer.

"Well," she mumbled, taking down a beautiful diamond necklace, "at least he bought her pretty things when he did do something useful."

Emma was distracted from her admiration of the necklace when a shrill ring cut through the air. Frowning, she turned left and right, searching for the phone that could cause such a noise. The culprit, she found soon enough, was a small cell phone that must've belonged to Joseph if the plainness of the ring and color were anything to go by.

Really, she shouldn't answer the phone, especially not when Rogue wasn't around. If it was Joseph, he would want to know where Rogue was surely, and more importantly why Emma had his cell. On the other hand, he might get suspicious if the phone wasn't answered, and Emma knew Rogue couldn't lie to Joseph, at least not as well as she could lie to pretty much everyone else.

Grabbing the cell when it let out another shrill ring, Emma pressed the talk button irately. The least he could do is make the ring a little less annoying!

"Hello?"

"Hello!?" Emma growled into the phone. "If this is Joseph, you really need to get a new ring tone you bastard! It almost made me go deaf listening to your damn phone..."

"Who is this?"

Emma paused. The soft, half frightened and half angry voice on the other end most definitely wasn't Joseph's. Not unless Joe suddenly became a girl.

"This is Emma," Emma said slowly, suspiciously. "Who is this?"

"Monique," the girl said, apparently losing her fear and growing angry. "Why are you on Joey's phone!?"

"Joey?" Emma repeated, more to herself. She chuckled inwardly at the name. He'd been opposed to Joe enough when he and Rogue first started dating, she could only imagine how he would react to Joey. Emma quickly shook those thoughts away when the girl began speaking again.

"That's right! Where's my Joey? He said he would come by, but he hasn't shown up." A pause rested between them before the girl spoke again, her voice shaking as though she were about to cry. "Is he cheating on me? Are you some kind of whore or something!?"

"First of all, I am not a whore!" Emma screeched, forgetting her shock at the girl's first question. "Second of all, there's nothing between Joey and myself. He's out of town on important business."

"O-oh..." the girl whimpered. Emma sighed.

"Can I take a message for you, Monique was it?"

"Y-yeah..." Monique muttered. "When he gets back, can you tell him I called? And I want to know why he didn't tell me he was leaving."

"Of course," Emma said as soothingly as she could. "Goodbye."

The phone clicked, and Emma turned off Joseph's cell phone. She tossed it on the bed, simply staring at it for a moment. So, all this time, Joseph really was sleeping with those girls he flirted with.

Emma growled. How could he be such a bastard? It was true that Rogue flirted a lot herself, but she'd never dreamed of cheating on Joseph. Even now, out with Remy, she didn't consider it a real date. Yet, even before Gambit's arrival, Joseph had been sleeping around, so Emma assumed.

The revelation both pleased and angered her. On the one hand, her friend deserved better than that. On the other hand, when Rogue found out about this she would dump Joseph and move on, preferably to LeBeau, leaving Joseph out in the cold, as was Emma's hopes from the start. It could work to her advantage, but she didn't want to see Rogue heartbroken either. What could she do?

"Well..." Emma said, flopping on the bed. She glanced at the trashcan, glaring at the smiling faces of Joseph and Rogue that met her gaze. "Now I really don't feel bad about trashing those pictures."