24
"Where is he?" Rogue had demanded to know from an un named thief as she stormed the mansion. Although, the thief seemed to be a mind reader and pointed her in the direction she needed to go.
Rogue followed the thief's directions and entered one of the lounge rooms, in search for Remy. She spotted him leaning against a window frame, looking outside while he played with a bunch of cards in his hand.
His head turned to her as the door was slammed open.
"Bonjour," Remy said, his rest smirk giving nothing away. "Do what do I owe de pleasure?"
Rogue stormed right up to stand in front of Remy.
"Why didn't ya tell meh 'bout the bet that was goin' on last night?" Rogue demanded to know.
"So y' found out 'bout that?" Remy asked, tilting his head to the side, almost as if he was trying to get a better look at her.
"Don't change the subject! Why didn't ya tell meh!" Rogue demanded to know.
She watched Remy stop playing with his cards, moving them into his trench coat pocket and standing up tall.
"It ain't nuthin' f' y' t' worry 'bout. I be handlin' it," Remy said, moving to walk past her.
Rogue shot her arm out.
"No, that ain't good enough! Y' might be gettin' pay back for their bet, but ya only lookin' out for yaself! This is the second time they've tried usin' meh in a bet an', if ya didn't get it the first time, ah don't much appreshiate it!"
The fact that Remy was still glancing down at her, seemingly, unmoved by her speech, made her see red even more.
"The reason I didn't tell y' was 'cause I didn't wanna see y' upset," Remy said.
"Bull!" Rogue called out, folding her arms over her chest.
If this had been under different circumstances, Remy would have been highly amused by Rogue and her reaction. Although, the exact details of the bet, he didn't want her knowing. Luckily for him, she didn't seem to be bring them up. Although, she was making it hard for him to give a reason why he didn't tell her when he didn't want to tell her the truth.
"Fine. It be 'cause I didn't want y' gettin' y' hands dirty or get caught by de backlash. Grew up 'round des thieves. Know, mostly, everythin' 'bout em. Their habbits. Their mind set. Where they're gonna be an' what they gonna do next. I can handle em. Y' don't. Best not be playin' in t'ings y' might get hurt from," Remy said.
"Oh no," Rogue said, poking her finger in Remy's chest. "Ah ain't playin' no game an' ah definetly ain't gonna get caught in any backlash. Ah'm settin' the record straight ah ain't gonna be used in anyone's games, an' your gonna help meh do it!"
At that, Remy's eyebrow rose. This girl with a fire inside her certainly could keep him on his toes. It just made things all the more interesting. Remy's smirk grew into something devious.
"An' how can I be of service?" he asked.