Disclaimer: "I am not possessive. I just wonder how you can call him cute when he's dressed in fishnets and lingerie, not to mention that 80s electric blue eyeshadow."
(An: And more randominity… the next chapter has plot-ish stuff, I promise… and yes, I -do- use the same place to eat in every fic. It's a me thing.)
Late Night Diners (If I Say Yes, Will You Let Me Sleep?)
The group stayed in the museum until it closed. So at about 10:05, they were all sitting inside the Acoustic Café. Wanda was half-conscious and slumped over the table, John was looking drowsy, Remy and Rogue were talking normally enough but avoiding each other's gaze, and Kitty and Piotr were arguing Renaissance vs. Impressionist.
Rogue glanced over at Wanda. "Is she alive?" she whispered to John. She had ended up sitting next to him, since he was still sore about the "Syngenella" incident.
John smiled, rubbing Wanda's back. "We just had a late night twice in a row, is all." Remy coughed and, when John looked at him, shrugged. John made a face. "We were at the observatory, dumbass."
"So, are you two, like, dating now?" Kitty asked, distracted from her debate by the prospect of details.
John frowned and prodded Wanda. "Oi, sheila. Are we dating?"
"If I say yes," Wanda mumbled, "will you let me sleep?"
"Sure, why not."
"Then take me, I'm yours," she drawled, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.
"Bangin'."
"What did I tell you about saying that?" John opened his mouth, but Wanda replied, "Nevermind, just shut up so I can rest."
Remy eyed them skeptically. "Dieu, never have children."
"Why does everyone say that?" John demanded.
"Magic-endowed firebugs with loose trigger fingers. What part of that sounds like a good idea?" Rogue asked, playing with her napkin.
John paused as though he hadn't considered this. "Damn, good point." He leaned back in his seat with a shrug. Wanda groaned in frustration and set her head in his lap. John looked down at her with a bemused expression and decided to swallow his comment, settling for stroking her hair.
Kitty rolled her eyes. She seemed to honestly miss the irony in being disgusted by John and Wanda's blatant affection. "So…" she said, turning on Rogue with a nasty grin. "Where did you guys disappear to?"
"You mean you noticed?" Rogue asked.
"What, you were expecting us to overlook your absence?"
Rogue and Remy exchanged glances. "Well… yeah," they said in unison.
Kitty snorted. "As if. Are you going to tell me or not?"
"Petite, you probably wouldn't believe us if we did," Remy replied.
"And if there're any repercussions, you'll be the first to know," Rogue agreed.
Kitty paused, raising an eyebrow. She studied Remy suspiciously. It was reminiscent of Logan when he'd had his beer stolen. "Are you guys saying what I, like, think you're saying? God, Remy!"
Rogue and Remy looked at her, then back at each other. Remy's lips twitched; Rogue choked. There was a moment's pause, and then both of them burst out laughing.
"What is so funny about not using protection? I mean, I guess you guys must have gotten pretty creative-" she gestured vaguely at Rogue's gloves, "but still! Ew!"
This just sent the pair off again.
Wanda moaned and shifted, trying to block out their laughter. John blanched. In a strangled voice, he said, "Quit wiggling like that, sheila!"
"They're all insane…" Kitty mumbled.
Piotr patted her shoulder. "Think of it this way, Kitty- it makes us look so much better in comparison."
Kitty groaned and hid her face in her hands.
(Um, short, yeah, but… -shrug- I didn't have anything planned for it besides indignant Kitty. Next Time: Remy's Story!)