A.N. Oh. My. God. I can't believe I did it! I actually updated. Emits a girlish squeal This is soo exciting. I have to apologize a thousand times over for keeping you all in suspense this long, but here it is. The Remy chapter. I hope it's good enough. There will be more talking later. I love you all who reviewed and have actually waited this long! Thanks Again! I'm just soo happy! Oh! And if you're into Harry Potter and like Hermione and Draco as a coupling, then read my new story, Taking Over Bodies. Later, Byes!
Rogue waited about fifteen minutes after Kitty left before she stopped pretending to be asleep. She opened her eyes and lie there for about another five minutes just thinking. She knew that school must be canceled for Kitty to just leave like that, so she also thought about heading out for a walk.
Maybe I'll go to that quiet little cafe I accidentally stumbled on when I needed to find shelter from the rain. I always feel relaxed there. She thought, blinking a few times.
Deciding that she would go, Rogue pushed the covers back, stretched, and swung her legs off to the side of the bed. She walked over to her closet and rummaged through her clothes. She wasn't looking for anything special, just something to throw on. She first grabbed her black zip up sweatshirt that read "Bite Me" in big red letters on the front. In smaller letters on the back it read "I'll Bite Back!". She then grabbed an old pair of jeans and her black snow boots. Next were the obvious undergarments and stalkings. And last, but definitely not least, were her gloves. Since it was just her in the room, she decided to just change in there instead of traveling to the bathroom, and risking waking some one else up.
She quickly changed into her chosen outfit, snagging some of her money off her dresser, and shoving it into her right jean pocket. She looked around the still dark room for anything else she needed. Satisfied with what she had, she grabbed her trench coat and opened the bedroom door, peeking out into the silent hall. She quietly closed the door behind her and sneaked silently down the hall, sown the stairs and out the front door. She pulled her hood over her head and set out towards her destination.
Rogue arrived at the cafe about an hour and a half later. The open sign hanging on the wooden front door swayed slightly in the wind as she approached it. The tinted windows were frosted over and about a foot of snow was atop the windowsill. She exhaled; watching as her warm breath hit the cold air, creating a puff of what looked like smoke.
Rogue reached out and turned the door handle, pushing the door open. The rusty bells hanging above the door jingled dully, announcing Rogue's entrance. A myriad of scents hit her nose and traveled through her senses. Hot chocolate, hot tea and something that smelled like scotch rained over her, and she liked it. She took a deep breath, inhaling the smells as she closed the door behind her, shutting out the cold.
Rogue let her eyes drift around the room. The cafe had a small but cozy atmosphere about itself. It was dimly lit with only small candles set on the middle of all the tables and booths. The candles had a tear drop shaped glass around each of them. A middle aged couple sat at a two seat booth in the corner, talking lightly to each other. The lady sipped her drink, as the man let his fingers dance above the flame of the candle, talking as he did so. A woman that looked about in her mid fifties stood behind the bar, cleaning a glass.
Kind of a stereotypical thang to do. Rogue thought, laughing to herself. She continued to scan the room, only finding on other inhabitant. A man who seemed to be twenty something sat on one of the barstools, sipping what Rogue could only guess was the scotch she had smelled earlier. He was wearing a brown trench coat that was very beaten up. He had short brown hair that was a little mussed up from the back. Suddenly, Rogue realized the guy looked really familiar. No! That can't be him! I have to get out of here! All though she was freaking out on the inside, she looked very calm and normal on the outside. Well, I just have to calmly walk out of here before he notices me, not that he would normally notice me. She thought, slightly bothered by it. She turned around and headed for the door.
"Don' leave on my accoun', Cheri," a deep voice said from behind her. Rogue stopped in her tracks. She turned around and gave her best glare, but he was still turned away from her, sipping at his drink.
"How did you know Ah was here, Gambit?" Rogue asked as she walked over to sit on the stool next to his. She shrugged off her coat and placed her gloved hands on the counter.
"I can smell beautiful a mile away, Cheri," he drawled huskily, turning to look at her. For a minute, she was caught in his red eyes, but then she caught herself and turned to face the bartender.
"Can I take your order, sweetheart?" She asked Rouge, giving her a bored look.
"Just a hot tea will do, thank ya," Rogue said as she gave her a small polite smile. The lady walked into the back to go get Rogue's tea. The later turned to look at Gambit.
"What yo doin here anyway, mon petite femme," he asked charmingly, flipping a random card between his fingers.
"I could ask ya the same thang, sugah," Rogue replied coyly, laying on the accent a little thickly. The lady came back out with her tea and lay it on the counter in front of her.
"That'll be $1.35, dear," she said. Rogue casually reached into her pocket and prepared to pay the lady.
"Dis ones on me, Cheri," Remy said, passing the money towards the lady. She took it and went back to cleaning the counter.
"Ya didn' have ta do that," Rogue said. "I could have gotten that." She picked up her drink and blew off some of the steam. She took a sip and hissed, swallowing the scorching liquid, letting it burn down her throat. She took a shark intake of breath.
"Yo alrigh', Cheri?" Remy asked, his voice hinting with a little concern.
"A'll be fahn, sugah. I just need somethang cold," she said, looking at his cup of scotch. She reached over, and with out his approval, gulped down the rest of his scotch. "Thanks." She smiled, arching one of her eyebrows at him. He only smiled in return as he reached over her and took a gulp from her hot tea. He didn't even seemed fazed by the heat. Taking this as a dare, she grabbed her glass of tea from his hand and chugged the rest of it down, not showing he discomfort. They smiled at each other for a minute before Remy stood up, pushing his stool back.
"Cahe ta join me fo a walk, Cheri?" He offered as he pushed his stool back in under the counter.
"Love ta," Rogue replied, standing up, putting her coat back on and following Remy's example of pushing his stool in. Remy offered his arm to her, and she politely accepted it.
Might as well go along with it. What could one walk hurt? She thought to herself as they strolled out into the brisk winter chill.