A/N: *looks shifty* Yeah…so…the last time I updated was awhile ago…sorry about that. But I'm back now! Apologies for the fact that this is pretty much a 'nothing' chapter, but it does have it's funny moments!
Oh! And just to clarify; I'm not that fond on the song mentioned in this chapter - I just find the lyrics amusing!
Disclaimer: *Coughs* Well you see the thing is…well I don't actually own these character…I'm kind of just doing a borrowing-type-thing *coughs*…
Out Of Control
"You never met a bitch like me
I was sitting in a bar, he put his hand a little far
inside my skirt n' then I kicked him where it really hurt
Don't fuck with me"
"Out Of Control" By Ultraviolet Sound
It was 11am on Sunday morning and Remy Lebeau found himself with the sadistic urge to 'get-to-know' his new house-mates. After last night, something had clicked inside his head; if this was how she wanted to be, then he wasn't going to fight it. Of course, it went without saying, that he didn't approve of her current vocation - but she wasn't his Anna anymore. He wasn't going to allow her to drive him away, they could both co-exist without too much destruction. He felt as though some of the tension and depression had released it's hold on his body, leaving only a slight spike of anger whenever he saw her face.
He had spent the morning in the shadows, waiting for them to settle. By 11:40 they had finally migrated towards the bar area. The gruff bartender was ever-present, lugging boxes to and from the storage area, giving the impression that he was sorting a recent delivery - though Remy was sure that this was just an excuse to keep an eye on him. Remy took the table in front of the five girls - Jean, Amara, Kitty, Emma and Tabby - and set-up a game of solitaire.
Kitty, Amara and Jean were gossiping and making plans for the day, whilst Emma and Tabby, absentmindedly, adjusted their chairs so that they were facing the Cajun - rather than have their back to him. Remy seemed to be fairly engrossed by his game - but he was listening and watching, trying to develop a feel for his new companions. After all, Poitr Rasputin seemed to be a trustworthy man; if he said that these girls were good people, then Remy was inclined to believe him.
"Tabby, if I can see your underwear and I ain't paying for the privilege, then your skirts too short. Do us all a favour darling and put something decent on." Logan cut into their conversation whilst adding a new round of soft-drinks to their table.
"Or you could give me 20 bucks and I'll give you a proper view." The pixie smirked and took a sip through her straw. Their sniggering was disturbed by the slamming of the stage door, followed by the sound of Rogue's heels as she made her way towards the group. Remy couldn't help studying her - wearing a flowing shirt of emerald chiffon, under a short black tunic that reached to the middle of her thighs, legs encased in thick black tights and knee-high Victorian boots - as she marched purposefully, only hesitating for a moment at the sight of Remy before continuing.
"Ah found tha source of that smell in tha kitchen." She placed a carrier bag on the table and opened it for the girls to see. They immediately recoiled at the sight and smell of the contents. "Anyone recognise this?"
"Oh my God! I sooooo forgot about that" Tabby giggled whilst covering her nose.
"That would be the very expensive French cheese Mr Henshaw gave Tabby for her birthday…" Amara clarified for their boss.
"Jesus Christ Tabs, your birthday was seven months ago!" Emma piped up as she scooted her chair further away from the offending object.
"Yeah…Sorry about that guys. In all fairness, it already reeked when he gave it to me…"
"So ya thought ya would hide it at tha back of tha fridge and wait for it ta sort itself out?" Rogue crossed her arms and assumed her infamous 'I'm not impressed' stance.
"I'm really sorry, I just forgot about it!" Tabby grimaced.
"New house-rule; everyone clears their stuff out of tha fridge, at least once a week - and Ah mean everyone!"
"Yes Rogue." They all chorused, throwing glares at a rather sheepish Tabby. Rogue motioned Logan towards the bag and then followed him out the front door and towards the bins.
"I, like, so don't believe you Tabby! Seven months!" Kitty giggled at her friend - who took a bow.
"Did you see all that green stuff on it - gross, gross, gross!" Amara looked as though she was trying to shake the memory out of her head.
"I didn't think it was possible for cheese to liquefy - you know, without melting it…" Jean looked as though she was about to gag.
"You truly are disgusting." Emma glared at Tabby "I guess all those 'white-trash' stereotypes are true."
"Lets see who's laughing when you have to clear your stuff outta the fridge, Emma…"
At which point, a new topic of conversation was taken-up by the other three members of the group - as an attempt at diffusing the situation. Within minutes they were all laughing, the tension forgotten - so much so, in fact, that they all failed to notice the reappearance of the Rogue and Logan. However, Remy's attention was switched to the couple immediately; they were both frowning as though worrying about something. But then their whispering was cut short as their eyes' met Remy's and he suddenly had a good idea of their topic of discussion.
"Ah'll be out in a minute!" Rogue threw over her shoulder, to Logan, as she headed backstage. She stopped by the girls for a moment - studying them, before throwing a suspicious glance at Remy. "Shut ya legs, Tabby; anyone would think ya get paid for openin' 'em."
Tabby smirked and studied her appearance - tight, blue and pink, tie-dye t-shirt with an indecently short, denim, mini-skirt and knee-length blue socks - before turning her attention towards Remy; who was now considering her posture - facing him, with her legs opened slightly, too much to be considered lady-like. His eyes traced up the smooth, exposed skin of her thigh, towards the brief patch of electric-blue lace he could glimpse under her skirt. Remy had absolutely no doubt that this was for his benefit, so he turned his eyes to the blonde's and returned the grin she now held. Emma, too had noticed the exchange and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like "shameless", before speaking up.
"I think she's advertising that it is on sale…" Tabby now focussed on her companions - who all held the same eyebrows-raised 'what do you think you are doing'-look - and lowered her eyelids in a sultry-smirk.
"Fuck the sale; if he's offering, I'm bloody giving it away!"
"And that's why ya'll are skint Sugar. Keep 'em shut until ya got money in hand…then ya can wrap 'em round as many waists as ya like…" Rogue smiled before continuing her journey backstage.
"Aw…Hooker-humour - is there anythin' sweeter?" His dig was spoken so softly that Rogue was the only one to hear it. It wasn't enough for her to stop, but Remy took satisfaction in noticing how her features hardened at the sound of his voice. Sure they could co-exist, but no one said it was going to be easy.
"Hey Cajun, why don't you join us?" Tabby's invite was expected - Remy Lebeau was in.
Remy had spent the last two hours categorising his companions - Jean the caring and motherly type, Emma the bitchy and self-centred one, Kitty the sweet and innocent type, Amara the smart and sensible one and Tabby the free spirit. He had found them easy enough to get along with; by the end of their first conversation, most of them were quite obviously throwing themselves at him - something Remy was used to when it came to the opposite sex.
He had asked them about themselves - naturally only receiving vague answers - and they, in turn had enquired about him - his responses as ambiguous than their own. But this was something he had expected. He knew this life better than he knew himself and the first rule was to trust no one completely. So the conversation had inevitably drifted to more mundane topics and impersonalised anecdotes.
Unfortunately, their good-natured banter was cut short. Remy had heard the club's door open and assumed that Logan was taking another trip to the dustbin. However the girls' reaction suggested something far more sinister.
"Fucking hell." Tabby hissed under her breath, as they stood.
Remy looked-up to see a rather imposing man stood in the centre of the room, smirking and appearing completely at ease. The girls, on the other hand, had tensed-up and closed ranks. Remy studied their newly adopted formation - Tabby and Emma closest to the stranger, Jean in-between them, but slightly further back and Amara and Kitty, right at the back of the group and clutching hands - but he made no move to join them. This was their battle and he was not informed enough to get involved. So Remy Lebeau remained in his seat to watch the show.
"What, the bloody hell, do you want Creed?" Emma folded her arms in a petulant manner - Remy noted that Tabby, however, left her arms tensed by her side ready to ward off any attack.
"You might want to watch that tone of your's, Frost; it sounded very confrontational to me. That mouth might just get you in trouble one of these days…"
"Get out of here Creed! Your barred!" Logan came barrelling out of the stockroom, ready for a fight.
"You can't bar me, Hairball, I'm your manager!" Creed barely spared Logan a glance before returning his attention towards the girls - searching for a certain face in particular, but settling for another. Logan made a start towards the unwelcome visitor.
"Calm yaself Logan. Ya don't want ta lose ya head…or ya job…" The stern warning came from The Rogue, as she made her way to the head of the group - leaving only a foot between her and Victor Creed. "Ah was under tha impression that ya'll were supposed ta steer-clear for a while." She adopted the same tense defence that Tabby bore, as she faced the enemy.
"You've had a month. Mr Lensherr thinks that you're pushing your luck - I can't do my job properly if I ain't allowed in the club! He said you'll have to deal with it."
"Fine! But as far as Ah'm aware, ya'll don't work here on Sundays. So why exactly are ya hassling us?"
"Look here Princess; I came in all polite-like, it was your lot that started the hassling - not me! I'm just here to introduce myself to the new guy…" Creed then offered an overly friendly smile and his hand to Remy, who finally stood and accepted the invitation. "Victor Creed."
"Remy Lebeau, I look forward to workin' wit y'" Creed smiled and clapped Remy on the back.
"Me too kid, me too…"
"Well now that's over with, ya can go." Rogue interrupted, pushing Remy out of the way.
"Hey, hey! What's the rush?" Creed's attention was now fully devoted to the Angel in front of him, as he moved closer.
"Ya have no reason ta be here…"
"Look here Girly, I'm just trying to be a good citizen…"
"That'll be the day" Logan mumbled as he made his way to Rogue's side "Back-up a little Bub." Creed took a step to the side - away from Logan - which, conveniently took him closer to Rogue and reached into his pocket.
"I heard you were looking for this." He offered her the small disk with a sickening smile. Recognising it immediately - as the surveillance footage from Creed's last 'visit' - she snatched it from his grasp, as though he would burn her.
"It's not like ya ta give up this easy…Ya'll are losing ya touch Creed…"
"Hardly." He let out a small chuckle that sent shivers through her body, as her brain processed exactly how close he was - touching distance, grabbing distance. Close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. At that moment it was just them, wrapped tightly in a bubble of tense hatred that made her head spin, eveyone else slowly dissolved into the background - until there was only her eyes on him and his on her. "I made plenty of copies - three on disks, there is a copy on my laptop, I downloaded it to two separate hard-drives and…"
"Ah get it! Ya'll can watch it whenever ya want!" She needed him away from her, now. She couldn't care less about the other copies - perhaps they would keep him occupied for a while? "Now Ah think ya had better leave…" They stared at each other for a moment - Rogue tensing, ready to defend herself and the girls; Creed enjoying the reaction he was provoking and the fear that swam all around her. The rest of the world suddenly came crashing down around them, as the spell of their power-struggle was broken. With a victorious smirk, Victor Creed took a step back and threw a mocking wave at the small gathering before him.
"Bye everyone!" He announced. Then turned to Remy and clasped the younger man's hand. "It was good meeting you. See you at next months meeting." As he made to leave, Creed stopped by the door and turned to look The Rogue straight in the eye. "I'll be seeing you Girly, don't you worry."
Once the door was firmly shut, Logan reached for Rogue's shoulder. Breathing heavily and still focussed on the door, she shrugged away from him and stormed backstage.
"Kid?…" Logan's call was halted as Jean laid a comforting hand on his arm and shook her head.
The girls then busied themselves tidying their glasses and setting the table straight. They all felt the urge to vacate the contaminated area as fast as possible - it was almost as though the mere imprint of Creed's presence could spawn the most deadly of plagues. Remy - not understanding the sudden need for relocation, yet polite enough to help - offered his assistance, but was shunned and ignored. After the sixth time one of them purposefully banged into his side, Remy Lebeau had, had enough - damn temperamental women.
"Okay! Is someone goin' to tell Remy what he did, or does he have to guess!?" Tabby rounded on him immediately - Emma and Logan at her flanks, whilst the others moved past them and headed backstage in silence.
"A little word of advice, Gumbo: If you want to make friends around here, don't get too chummy with Victor Creed!" She spat the words before pushing past him and following the others.
"Come on Tabby, Remy's sorry…" Remy Lebeau perused the fiery blonde through their living quarters and up the stairs. "Please forgive him!"
Tabby was completely infuriated. How dare Creed come here! How dare Remy be so nice to him! She was aware that her reaction was vaguely irrational - after all, she had only just started talking to the Cajun, it was not as though he owed them any loyalty. But she just…didn't know. This guy is messing with my head!
"Do you mind?" Tabby stopped outside the bathroom door, clearly signalling that Remy was not to follow her in there.
"Look Petite, will y' just hear Remy out…" The Cajun simpered, causing Tabby to sigh and fold her arms expectantly. "Remy was just tryin' to be polite. He is just startin' a new job, it wouldn't do him any good to offend one of his co-workers…"
"You offended me!" Her outburst caused Remy's lips to adopted a an, almost, child-like pout - making him look utterly adorable.
"Oui, but y' not as big and hairy as dat homme…" As her lips twitched, into a hint of a smile, he reached out and stroked a hand down her arm. "Remy's just tryin' not to make any enemies Petite…he didn't mean to offend y'. He didn't realise that y' had une aversion to the homme." Tabby blushed at his attention. "Is Remy forgiven?"
"Fine…I forgive you…" Her face was turned towards the floor, in an attempt to hide her flaming cheeks.
"Merci mon mignon." He gently grasped her chin and lifted her eyes to his, offering a beaming smile. "Has anyone ever told y' dat y' are incredibly beautiful…"
"Only every John with a wallet in his hands and a soldier in his pants…" The couple were shocked out of their trance as the sharp Southern tongue whipped through their moment. "He gets any closer and ya'll have ta start chargin' him for ya services, Tabs." Tabby lurched away from the Cajun and faced her mentor.
"It…it wasn't what it looked like, Rogue!"
"Good; Ah'd hate ta think Ah interrupted ya…" Rogues voice was cold with sarcasm and her eyes bore pure ice as they glared at Tabitha.
"Give it a rest, Anna. Leave the fille alone, she ain't done nothin'…" Remy's voice was just as hard as hers, yet Rogue did not turn her attention from the guilty blonde.
"Would ya leave us for a moment, Remy. Ah'd like a word with Tabitha - in private." Remy squared his shoulders, a thousand witty retorts waiting to burst from his lips, in confrontation.
"It's fine, Remy…Just a little girl-talk, that's all." Tabby assured the Cajun, before he could react. Remy hesitated, looking between the two women. Eventually, with the utmost reluctance, he made his way towards his bedroom, at the end of the corridor - whilst Rogue and Tabby watched him go.
"What tha hell do ya think ya'll are doin'?!" As soon as the door shut, Rogue rounded on the young woman.
"It was nothing, Rogue, honestly! It was just a bit of harmless flirting!" Tabby pleaded, wanting to yell and scream in her own defence; but she had to remain relatively calm. This wasn't Emma she was talking to - Rogue was her superior and needed to be shown some level of respect.
"Ah've seen a lot of gals ruined over 'harmless flirtin'' - Ah know ya'll are smarter than that, Tabs!"
"I am! I wouldn't have done anything - well nothing major anyway…He's a cute guy, I was just having some fun! Come on, Rogue; you're getting worked up over nothing. It doesn't usually bother you when we go out and I'm flirting with guys…"
"Remy Lebeau ain't just any guy! It'll start off as flirtin' and before ya know it ya'll be on ya back…"
"I know the rules, Rogue - I wouldn't do that!"
"Ya wouldn't have a choice…All it takes is a few smiles and compliments and ya'll be easier than a drunk cheerleader on prom night!" Rogue sighed, trying to control her anger - her prom night analogy probably wasn't the best choice when discussing their resident Cajun, considering his new-found fascination with her own. "Look Sugar; Remy Lebeau is a snake-charmer. He can make a woman fall in love with him, without even tryin'. He's left a long list of broken-hearts behind him - it ain't worth ya riskin' ya life over."
"I've worked here for over a year; it's safe to say that all of my romantic notions have been, well and truly, squashed." The tiny hint of bitterness, seemed out of place in Tabby's voice. "It's not like I'm going to go and fall for the guy…"
"Then what the hell were ya doin'?! Why were ya letting' him play ya?"
"I…I don't know…It was just nice, you know; to have someone working on me for a change! To have someone charming me. It's nice to just flirt for the sake of it - and not having to because it's my job…" It was Tabby's turn to sigh as Rogue's harsh glare softened - if she had been anyone else Anna would have reached out a comforting hand towards the young blonde, but The Rogue did not utilize such reassuring gestures.
"Ah'm just tryin' ta look after ya, Sugar…"
"A little trust would be nice…" Tabitha offered a sheepish smile.
"Ah thought Ah taught ya'll better than that; ya can't trust no one." Rogue smiled slightly, as they returned to their usual banter.
"You can trust us…" The sincerity in Tabby's voice brought the conversation to a serious ending, as Rogue's eyes turned towards the furthest door - and the Cajun who was, undoubtedly, listening behind it.
"It ain't ya'll Ah can't trust…"
"I'll leave you to it." Tabby gave a small smile and went to join the others, in the kitchen. Leaving Remy to take her place, within seconds.
"A lil' harsh, don't y' think?" Their eyes, once again, met in a clash of steely-glares.
"Ah'm just tryin' ta do my job and look after tha gals."
"Y' really think Remy's dat bad - lurin' poor innocent young filles into his bed? I'd say dat's a lil' hypocritical, comin' from y'…" She suddenly rounded on him; her demeanour changing in a split second.
"This is all a game ta ya, ain't it?! Playin' with gals hearts is just like a sport!... Ya really don't understand, do ya?" Rogue started advancing towards the Cajun until she was right in his face. "If ya seduce her - or any of them - then ya won't only break their hearts…They'll lose their lives!"
"Remy thinks y' bein' un peau over dramatic, Anna…"
"No! Ya listen ta me; it can't happen…Eric won't allow it! If he finds out that anyone of us is givin' out 'freebees'…" Her breathing had started to increases; why did he have to be so difficult? Why couldn't he see what it was like for them? "It's not a game Remy - He will kill us! Do ya understand me?!" She advanced even further, until their noses were almost touching. "He. Will. Kill. Us!"
They simply stared at each other - neither wanting to be the first to back down. Eventually, however, Remy took a step back and held up his hands in mocking surrender.
"Was just some harmless flirtin' - like the fille said…" With a small - yet completely infuriating - smirk playing on the Cajuns lips, he made his way past The Rogue and towards the rest of the group.
The Rogue sat in silence, with her head in her hands, as she stared at her current source of torment; the disk. Creed's present was placed on the coffee table in front of her - mocking her. She had originally taken it to her room for it's destruction, but it had felt wrong. She couldn't bare to have anything to do with that monster contaminating her sanctuary, so she had settled on the rec-room - as it was empty and relatively quiet, with all the club's other inhabitants currently having lunch in the kitchen.
Her relocation had occurred almost an hour ago, yet she was no closer to ridding herself of the retched object. Within the last 30minutes Rogue had reached for the tape, no less than, fifteen times - only to pull her hand back, each time, as forbidden memories fogged her mind. She could not bare to touch it - which seemed ridiculous to her, seeings as she had clutched it in her hands a little over an hour ago. Yet, once it had left her grasp, her fear of the object had began to grow.
"Knock, knock" She was pulled from her musings by a gruff voice, announcing Logan's appearance in the doorway. "I saved you some lunch - seeings as you didn't come and eat with the rest of us…" He entered the room and offered a tray to her.
"Ah wasn't hungry." She ignored his offerings, her eyes sternly remaining on the offensive disk.
"Well how 'bout you try some now…"
"Ah'm still not hungry."
"Come on Stripes, at least pretend - for my sake…" He sighed as her attention did not waver. He placed the tray on the side and took up the seat next to Rogue - switching his attention between her and the disk, in front of them. "Would have thought that would be long-gone by now."
"Ah can't do it Ah just…Ah can't…" It was The Rogue's turn to sigh, as she closed her eyes in frustration.
"Want me to do it for you, kid?"
"No - Ah need ta make sure it's gone…Ah have ta do this mahself…"
"If you're sure, Darlin'..." Logan was interrupted by a loud crash from the kitchen - which was soon followed by a round of giggles. "Oh for God's sake; what are they up to now?!" With that, the gruff male stormed towards the source of the disturbance.
"Tabby, get down from there before you hurt yourself!" Rogue smiled to herself as she heard Logan's distinctly dulcet tones. Shaking her head she made to reach for the disk, but quickly changed her mind - as the onslaught of bad memories threatened to take over. Instead she went for the tray, Logan had brought; but - she was telling the truth when she had said she wasn't hungry - the mere smell of the food was enough to bring bile to her throat. So, she settled on grabbing the remote. She hadn't watched television for a while - maybe it was time she caught up on all of the programmes the girls raved about.
Monday morning came all too soon for the inhabitants of The Rose Garden. By 2pm they were to be found in the bar; Kitty teaching Jean a few new moves on the stage, Remy was sat at a table with Tabby, Amara and Emma - whilst attempting to teach them poker - and Rogue and Logan were watching over them - with the pretence of looking over the rota for that night.
For what seemed like the hundredth time in recent weeks, their peace was disrupted by the opening of the club door. Three individuals entered this time, all of them male; the first being flanked by two considerably taller and muscle-clad sentinels. The girls reacted instinctively; rising to their feet, out of respect for their boss.
"A word please, Rogue." Eric Lensherr's voice announced his boredom at, what he felt, would be a tediously pointless visit. "Perhaps Mr Rasputin would like to stay here and introduce himself to Mr Lebeau? Victor, if you could follow me?" Inclining his head to the side, his tone was strong and his instructions were not to be challenged. With a shrug - for the sake of Emma's suspicious nature and Logan's tendency to worry excessively - The Rogue followed her two superiors.
For an older gentleman, Eric Lensherr could carry a swift pace, especially when he was agitated. As a result of this, the owner of The Roses Garden was seated in his office before his companions had even reached the corridor. As soon as the plaqued door swung to a close - effectively separating him from the pair in the waiting room - Rogue immediately felt a bristle of tension shudder through the room. As she brushed it off and made to enter the office, she found her arm clamped within a vice-like grip.
"Not so fast there, Missy…" Creed made to pull her closer, but The Rogue stood her ground. Her initial tremble of repulsion was sated by her knowledge of the disk - which currently lay in pieces, at the bottom of several bin-liners of trash. Taking a deep breath, the prostitute composed her face and turned towards her tormentor; allowing her hatred to fuel her actions.
"If ya mark me, ya'll be repayin' me the money Ah lose 'cos of it…" Creed's lips pulled back into a snarl as his hand wrapped tighter around her arm and pulled her closer. However, his retort was silenced as a disembodied voice floated through the door in front of them.
"Contrary to popular belief, I have many other obligations to see to today. I would appreciate it if the two of you could 'get over' your issues at a more convenient time…" Breaking free of her dominant's grasp, Rogue opened the door in front of her - preparing herself for, yet another, tense meeting.
"What did he want?" 20 minutes later, Emma sprung on Rogue the moment the club door had shut behind their three intruders. In answer to the question Rogue simply held up a piece of paper bearing a mobile number, a devious smile playing upon her lips. "Well, hello! What happened to the 'three visit's a year' rule? I thought it was only birthdays and Christmas."
"What's going on with you two?" It was Tabby's turn to look suspicious as she watched the exchange between her two companions. The pair indicated to Rogue's paper and made their way towards the phone - positioning themselves on the closest bar-stools. A smirk disfigured Tabby's mouth, as realisation dawned on her and she beckoned towards the other girls. "Well, well, well…Come on Ladies; time for a master-class in 'customer services'."
Remy Lebeau hung back as the girls leant on the bar, preparing to watch the show. He had no idea what was going on, but he was practically certain he would be craving a cigarette by the end of the phone conversation. Just another nail in Anna's coffin.
"Hello" The phone was answered, on the third ring, by a rather rushed sounding male. Rogue smiled at the familiar voice, slipping into her completely professional role of the Temptress.
"Hey, Sugar."
"Well if it isn't my Southern Belle!" She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"Well if it isn't my Adoring Bachelor." The flirtatious streak in her voice induced three separate reactions from the spectators; The girls giggled, Logan rolled his eyes and went back to his paper, leaving Remy to make a disgusted sound, as he attempted to suppress both his rage and the bile that had suddenly invaded his throat.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your enchanting voice?"
"Ah hear, ya'll are in town…"
"You hear correct…" Rogue rolled her eyes at his banter.
"Want ta hook-up?"
"Baby, I always want you…" She gave a small grimace at his crass behaviour - which was, unfortunately, a hazard they had to deal with in their line of work. "When can you 'fit me in'." Another cringe at his, utterly unsubtle, innuendo.
"Sugar, for someone as important as ya'll, Ah'm sure Ah can clear my schedule." Her voice stayed professional, not betraying the reaction his words induced, remaining sultry with temptation.
"Perfect, I'll pick you up tomorrow at four and I'll have you back for three on Wednesday."
"Ah'm lookin' forward ta it."
"Wear something posh - dress-up a little…" From the distant tone of his voice, she could tell he was picturing her.
"Whatever ya want, Sugar."
"See you tomorrow, Rogue."
"Bye, Pietro…"
A/N: So there you have it, another familiar face enters the mix! In all honesty, I did have another scene planned for this chapter - mostly for comedic value - but I didn't feel that it really fit in here, so I might use it later. Just to give you a taster though; it involved a very drunk Tabby and Emma serenading an unimpressed Logan! Lol, till next time folks!
Reviews are appreciated - LOTS!