WOULD YOU HIRE THIS GUY? PART 4
Disclaimer: Not ours, just playing with them.
Author's note: Sorry this took so long, the series will go past Christmas slightly. The last chapter is planned out just not written yet. Thank you for your patience. Also thanks for all the votes, It was a close one. Too close actually, so there was a slight change in plans.
"Don't pop a blood vessel mon ami" Gambit said as he looked at Logan straining to flex every muscle he owned.
As the two men were giving all they had to the audience, trying desperately to out do each other, the announcer spoke to the room again.
"Ladies, your attention please. We have a late entry into the contest."
As the voice was speaking a woman came on stage to ask Logan and Remy to please exit for the next act. Both men looked at each other with surprise and a hint of disappointment, shrugged and walked off. The audience was now booing the announcer for making the two hunks leave the stage.
The voice continued "Please give a warm welcome to our new dancer "The Raven'"
Just then a tall, dark and incredibly handsome man strolled on to the stage. Dressed all in black, to match his inky hair, he began to move to the sultry music. His dancing (if you could call it something as mundane as dancing) was incredible to watch, almost hypnotic. The women in the audience were completely mesmerized as the man, who looked like he had just stepped out of the movie Matrix, began to remove the long black trenchcoat that was obscuring the view to his incredible form.
The man was definitely a skilled dancer and acrobat. Now nearly every woman in the audience had forgotten the previous adored and were falling in love with this new guy.
Remy and Logan were back stage getting dress and were able to hear the response the new contestant was getting from the crowd.
Each knew that they were no longer the favorites and the prize was lost to another. Logan turned to Remy "Well, at least we got paid and the tips were good."
Remy took a quick count of the night's haul to see if it would cover Rogue's Christmas gift "Yeah, dat should 'bout cover it."
By the time they emerged from behind the stage to go join the X-women at their table, the announcer was already telling the audience that the judges had completely changed their minds and they had chosen a winner. The man known as the Raven with the black hair and dark smoldering eyes walked away with their prize.
As the men approached the table Storm stood up, staggered over to Logan and wrapped her arms around him.
"I thought you should have won," she said trying to hide how drunk she was, but not how attracted to him she was feeling.
"Uh, thanks darlin'"
Remy took a seat beside Rogue who was giving him her best pout.
"What's dat matter chere?"
"Ya could have told me you were going to be dancing here tonight" Rogue said with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"I didn't think you'd be interested" Remy lied
"Well maybe I'll go strippin' too and not tell you about it" Rogue threatened and turned her back to him to exaggerate her disapproval.
Remy just smiled in silence as visions filled his head. His mind would not be available for at least ten minutes while his daydream played out.
"You know darlin', you could have invited me fishin' too, you know," said Logan looking at Storm.
"What are you talking about Logan? I haven't gone fishing," said a puzzled Ororo.
"Well, what's with the 'I caught a fish this big' earlier," he said demonstrating the hand gestures.
Storm and Rogue looked at each other confused for a moment, and then it dawned on them what he was talking about. Storm just shook her head and laughed, but Rogue was laughing so hard she went tumbling back in her chair, landing hard on the floor.
Remy leaned over the table, " You ok chere?"
"Just peachy," she paused, "Ace," as she started rolling on the floor laughing hysterically.
Storm took the seat next to Logan but it was not close enough for her liking. She started to nudge the chair over by using her butt in the subtlest way a drunk can. In all her efforts she had twisted her low cut dress and out popped something that should have been strategically covered.
Remy and Logan looked, took a double take then looked away pretending not to notice.
"Nice weather we're havin'" said Logan
"Yeah nice," replied the Cajun using all his strength not to take another peek. Both men were completely oblivious that their topic of choice could not have been more inappropriate.
Jean tore her gaze away from the men on stage to take a sip of her drink when she spotted Storm's state of undress. She quickly leaned over and whispered in Storm's ear.
Storm stopped talking, looked down, tucked herself in, and continued her attempted flirting with Logan.
Unbeknownst to the rest at the table, Rogue seemed to have disappeared.
Remy suddenly felt Rogue underneath the table, bumping his leg, he looked down at the table as if he could see through it.
"What are you doing Rogue?" he asks.
"Finding my purse," was the muffled reply.
Logan raised an eyebrow and looked down at the table and said, "Well, that ain't it darlin'"
Rogue emerged from underneath the table, right beside Logan. She looked at Logan, who gave her a lopsided grin, and then to Remy who didn't look at all happy.
"Whoops, wrong guy," said Rogue climbing on all fours from under the table.
Logan gave Rogue a hand up from under the table and a sexy wink that Remy couldn't miss even if he tried.
Remy was about to get down right nasty at Rogue but Betsy interrupted.
"If I was a tree, how high would I be?" she said, waving her arms in the air.
Just then the waitress walked passed and Betsy frantically waved her over. "I think it's time for shooters," she said under her breath.
"What'll ya have?" the waitress asked her pen ready
"I'll have a 'blow job' and an 'orgasm' please. Anyone else want one?" she asked as she looked at the shocked faces around the table.
Everyone just stared. "Ok, I guess it's just me then" Betsy said, too drunk to realize what everyone was thinking.
Ororo glanced at Remy, even in her drunken state she knew he was furious. Rogue noticed it too, so she got up from the floor and walked over to Remy's chair. Using her strength she pulled out his chair. He was trying to ignore her, but found it difficult when she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him.
"What's the matter sugah?" she purred.
No matter how hard he tried, the angelic look on Rogue's face made it impossible for him to stay angry.
"Not a t'ing, chere," said Remy smiling at Rogue.
The group of friends talked amongst themselves until the platinum haired beauty that had been screaming at Logan earlier approached the table. She sauntered over to Logan and bent over to talk to him leaving nothing under her outfit to the imagination.
"Wanna dance Romeo," she said in a deep husky voice.
Everyone at the table waited for Logan's reaction, but Ororo beat him to it. She let out a growl that shocked everyone and made Wolverine damn proud of her.
Meanwhile at the other end of the table...
"Squish your head," said Betsy
Everyone turned to look at Psylocke, who had one eye open and was opening and closing her index finger and thumb together, while saying "squish your head, squish your head."
"All right darlin', your cut off," said Logan leaning forward to take away Betsy's drink.
"Try it beasty boy and I'll shove my Katana so far up your ass, people will think you're a shiskabob," said Betsy, moving her drink out of Logan's reach. "You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you try to stop me when I haven't finished my 'orgasm'"
Again the conversation stopped and all eyes were on Betsy. She looked around wondering why no one was talking. "What?! It's a shooter you morons!"
Remy whispered to Logan, "I guess Warren isn't doing his job."
Logan burst out laughing, nodding his head in agreement.
Logan reached into shirt his pocket. Not finding them there, he patted down his upper body.
"I have to run to the store, I need cigars."
"I'll go with you, I need cigarettes," said Remy
"I need to visit the powder room," said Jean, standing up.
As Jean came out of the bathroom she saw two women in a war of words, she tried to ignore them, but they were verbally assaulting each other right in front of her.
"Excuse me ladies," said Jean.
The women just looked at Jean, giving her an evil look and went back to fighting.
Jean just stood there hoping that the fight would end soon. She started to zone out, and wasn't paying attention anymore when it turned physical with the two women.
The one woman standing farthest from Jean, closed her fist, and hauled back and threw a punch at the other woman, but the other woman ducked. Jean turned just in time to see a fist coming towards her face. The woman connected with Jean's eye and sent her stumbling back a couple of feet, when she tripped on something behind her and landed on her ass.
The girls at the table glanced towards the bathrooms when they heard Jeans startled cry. They watched in disbelief as Jean picked herself up off the floor and walked towards the woman that had hit her.
Betsy started to laugh uncontrollably, slapping her knee. Rogue recognized that sparkle in Jean's eye and yelled, "Bitch brawl," as she jumped to her feet ready to fight.
Jean walked up to the women and slugged her so hard, she went soaring through the air, and landed on a table with such force it collapsed on impact.
"No powers," they heard her say telepathically.
Storm jumped to her feet and sat at the edge of the bar, grabbing glasses for weapons.
Rogue gave Ororo a look that said 'What are you doing'.
"I paid a small fortune for this dress and I will not see it ruined in a bar fight," said Ororo
Betsy still laughing uncontrollably said, "Couldn't have that now, could we?"
Rogue looked at Storm like she had three heads so she didn't see the beer bottle headed her way. It hit Rogue in the side of the head dazing her for a moment.
"Ow! That had to hurt," said Betsy laughing like a hyena.
"That hurt!" yelled Rogue, picking glass from her hair.
"Jean, behind you!" yelled Psylocke, still sitting at the table.
Jean looked around and saw a pitcher of beer coming towards her. Thanks to Betsy's warning she was able to duck, but was still splattered with beer.
Anyone who came near Storm got a glass either smashed over their head or had a glass thrown at them.
"Betsy are you gonna help or just sit on your ass?" said Rogue.
Betsy was about to answer her but a chair caming flying through the air from out of nowhere, hitting Rogue and knocking her down.
Betsy just pointed at her and laughed, Rogue barely even looked at her as she picked herself up off the floor.
"Now Ah'm pissed," said Rogue about to grab the table.
"Wait," yelled Betsy, she grabbed all the drinks off the table, balancing them on her lap, "ok, go ahead."
Rogue then picked up the table, and tossed it through the air.
"Nice shot," yelled Betsy as the table went right through the window.
There was a bloodcurdling scream from the bar. Rogue and Betsy turned to see what the problem was. Ororo was sitting at the bar with a glass clutched in her hand, but she was soaking wet.
"My dress!" she screamed.
"Uh oh," said Rogue, hearing the sirens.
Logan and Remy were just about to leave the store when they heard the sirens. They looked at each other and shook their heads. They knew where the police were headed. Logan turned to Remy and gave him a look that said 'we should have seen this coming'
"You can dress 'em up, but you can't take 'em anywhere," said Logan, wondering what the girls had gotten themselves into this time.
"I know, try going on a date with Rogue," said Remy.
Logan just laughed. He remembered the picnic incident. Rogue came into the house covered in pie, he never knew who had thrown it, Remy or Bishop.
As they approached the bar, they were shocked to see just how many police cars there were. Remy approached one of the officers
"Sorry sir you can't go in there," said the officers.
"My girlfriend is in dere," said Remy.
"The one who has the white stripe in her hair?" asked the officer.
"Oui," said Remy, "Why?"
"You two just look like you belong together," said the officer.
Remy didn't know if he should be insulted or impressed, he was about to say so when he noticed two of the girls coming out in handcuffs.
Betsy was still laughing and Ororo was screaming about her dress.
"Ya know we're gonna have to bail them out"
"Oui," said Remy nodding his head.
" Ya think we can pull this off without Cyke finding out?"
"Oui, but just in case I'm going to New Orleans for Christmas."
"What about the Guild?"
"I'll take my chances," said Remy.
"Come on, he's not going to be that mad," said Logan.
Just then a camera crew arrived on the scene. They set up their cameras just as Rogue and Jean emerged from the bar.
Rogue was the first one to notice the cameras, she smiled sweetly and stopped in front of the camera and said, "I'd like to thank the academy for making my dreams come true." She paused holding her cuffed hands over her heart and continued, "You love me, you really love me," the officer then grabbed her by the arm and yanked her towards the police car.
Jean walked by the camera and waved and asked, "Are we gonna be on Cops?"
Betsy heard Jean and started singing the theme song to the show from the back of the police car.
Remy and Logan shook their heads when they saw the shiner Jean had. Even if they could bail them out and by some miracle Cyclops didn't see them on TV, he'd definitely notice her black eye.
"So is New Orleans nice this time of year?" asked Logan
1 hr later
"Thanks for bailing us out," said Jean, as all of them piled into the vehicle the girls came in.
"Don't mention it," growled Logan. He was extremely pissed off because all the humiliating work he had done recently was for nothing and now he was broke again.
Remy was also broke. But all was not lost, he thought. Rogue had indicated at the club that she was very interested in having a private showing of his dance. He smiled an evil grin at the thought.
"Dis homme will give her a show she won' soon forget!"
The trip home was a nightmare for Logan. Since the women were drunk he was forced to drive.
Storm had made a point of sitting beside him. Well it was more like on him, since the vehicle was packed to the point of bursting. That coupled with the fact that Betsy was directly behind him saying the craziest things right in his ear in an all too loud voice.
"All right who the hell is breathing heavy? Your fogging up the damn windows," yelled Logan.
Everyone in the van turned and looked at Rogue, who was sitting on Remy's lap.
"Don't look at me, it's her," said Rogue, pointing at Ororo.
"It's my party and I'll pant if I want to," sang Storm, smiling at Logan.
The only one who found that funny was Betsy, but she thought everything was funny at the moment.
Logan just rolled his eyes. Ororo was a fine looking woman but he really didn't want to have a one-night stand with her. She wasn't that type. Besides, he really didn't feel like fighting with the Cajun over her honor at Christmas time.
At the mansion
"Hey Cyke, Want to watch the fights tonight?" asked Bobby.
"Nah. I don't like watching boxing," said Scott looking over some papers, not paying attention to Bobby.
"Oh I think you'll wanna watch this," said Bobby, trying extremely hard not to laugh.
Scott, with an annoyed look, glanced up at the TV and was shocked to see his wife and three other female members of the team on the news.
"What the F***!!!," bellowed Cyclops.
Bobby couldn't contain his laughter anymore and lost it just as Warren entered the room.
"What is so funny," asked Warren.
"Oh nothing, except his wife," said Bobby pointing at Scott who was staring open mouthed at the TV, " and your girlfriend were arrested with Storm and Rogue tonight."
"What for?"
"A Barroom brawl," howled Bobby.
Just then Logan and Remy walked through the door. Logan had Jean in his arms and Remy was carrying Betsy.
"What happened?" cried Scott.
"Shhh, they passed out," snarled Logan, depositing Jean in Scott's arms, "Merry flamin' Christmas."
Remy was just smiling as he gave Betsy to Warren.
"What are you smiling at?" asked Warren
Remy just shrugged his shoulders, still smiling, "Ya know your woman is quite de chatterbox when she has been drinking, neh?"
Warren suddenly turned pale and quickly exited the room. Logan and Remy laughed at Warren's reaction. Then they again went outside to collect the last load, Rogue and Storm.
"You take Storm and I'll get Rogue" suggested Remy
"Um, how 'bout we swap?"
"What's da matter wit you? You afraid of a passed out woman?" Remy laughed
The men carried the women to their respective rooms. As Logan was placing Storm on her bed, just as he feared she woke up.
"Thank you Goddess" she spoke as she reached to pull him down to her.
"Not tonight darlin'. I'd prefer to wait until a time that you will be able to remember it the next day." Logan said as he twisted out of Storm's grasp and quickly, but regretfully, exited the room.
Remy carried Rogue, smiling down at her. In her state she unknowingly wrapped her arms around Remy's neck and cradled her head against his chest. When he came to her door he gave it a little push with his foot and the door opened. He walked into the room with his catlike grace and gently put Rogue on her bed, she mumbled her disapproval at the sudden loss of heat and rolled over, hugging her pillow.
Remy pulled the blankets around Rogues body. He would find no greater pleasure than to get her into her pajamas, but he didn't want Rogue pissed off at him at Christmas time, so he leaned over and kissed the side of her head and whispered, "Je t'aime toujours ma belle Rogue."
(I love you always my beautiful Rogue)
Rogue started to stir in her sleep, she whispered, "Ah love you too."
Remy just smiled and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
Remy walked to the door and saw Logan stomping down the hall towards his door.
"What's de matter mon ami?" asked Remy.
"That woman will be the death of me," said Logan walking by Remy and slamming his door shut.
Remy just laughed and went into his room, hoping he could sleep, but after seeing Rogue that way he doubted it.
Next Morning
As Logan was leaving his room to head down for breakfast he found a sizable check taped to his door. He pulled it off to examine it. It was from Worthington and was for a very large sum.
Logan went over and knocked on Remy's door. The Cajun emerged looking very fatigued.
"Hey Gumbo, whatcha make of this?" Logan said as he handed Remy the cheque.
"Dis is for bailing out 'is girl last night." Remy explained.
"Yeah, I figured that, but it's for ten times the amount."
Remy smiled, remembering Warren's pale expression from the previous night. "I bet it's to keep us quiet"
"But Besty really didn't say anything. She got all chatty but nothing specific."
"But Warren don't know that" Remy explained further as he eyed the cheque.
"Well hell, Let's go shoppin'" Logan said in an excited voice, immediately regretting his choice of words. 'I'm sounding more and more like Jubilee lately' he thought.
"But let's leave now before the women get up" Logan added. He was not looking forward to dealing with a frustrated, hungover Storm this morning.
Next story is Christmas morning...
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Disclaimer: Not ours, just playing with them.
Author's note: Sorry this took so long, the series will go past Christmas slightly. The last chapter is planned out just not written yet. Thank you for your patience. Also thanks for all the votes, It was a close one. Too close actually, so there was a slight change in plans.
"Don't pop a blood vessel mon ami" Gambit said as he looked at Logan straining to flex every muscle he owned.
As the two men were giving all they had to the audience, trying desperately to out do each other, the announcer spoke to the room again.
"Ladies, your attention please. We have a late entry into the contest."
As the voice was speaking a woman came on stage to ask Logan and Remy to please exit for the next act. Both men looked at each other with surprise and a hint of disappointment, shrugged and walked off. The audience was now booing the announcer for making the two hunks leave the stage.
The voice continued "Please give a warm welcome to our new dancer "The Raven'"
Just then a tall, dark and incredibly handsome man strolled on to the stage. Dressed all in black, to match his inky hair, he began to move to the sultry music. His dancing (if you could call it something as mundane as dancing) was incredible to watch, almost hypnotic. The women in the audience were completely mesmerized as the man, who looked like he had just stepped out of the movie Matrix, began to remove the long black trenchcoat that was obscuring the view to his incredible form.
The man was definitely a skilled dancer and acrobat. Now nearly every woman in the audience had forgotten the previous adored and were falling in love with this new guy.
Remy and Logan were back stage getting dress and were able to hear the response the new contestant was getting from the crowd.
Each knew that they were no longer the favorites and the prize was lost to another. Logan turned to Remy "Well, at least we got paid and the tips were good."
Remy took a quick count of the night's haul to see if it would cover Rogue's Christmas gift "Yeah, dat should 'bout cover it."
By the time they emerged from behind the stage to go join the X-women at their table, the announcer was already telling the audience that the judges had completely changed their minds and they had chosen a winner. The man known as the Raven with the black hair and dark smoldering eyes walked away with their prize.
As the men approached the table Storm stood up, staggered over to Logan and wrapped her arms around him.
"I thought you should have won," she said trying to hide how drunk she was, but not how attracted to him she was feeling.
"Uh, thanks darlin'"
Remy took a seat beside Rogue who was giving him her best pout.
"What's dat matter chere?"
"Ya could have told me you were going to be dancing here tonight" Rogue said with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"I didn't think you'd be interested" Remy lied
"Well maybe I'll go strippin' too and not tell you about it" Rogue threatened and turned her back to him to exaggerate her disapproval.
Remy just smiled in silence as visions filled his head. His mind would not be available for at least ten minutes while his daydream played out.
"You know darlin', you could have invited me fishin' too, you know," said Logan looking at Storm.
"What are you talking about Logan? I haven't gone fishing," said a puzzled Ororo.
"Well, what's with the 'I caught a fish this big' earlier," he said demonstrating the hand gestures.
Storm and Rogue looked at each other confused for a moment, and then it dawned on them what he was talking about. Storm just shook her head and laughed, but Rogue was laughing so hard she went tumbling back in her chair, landing hard on the floor.
Remy leaned over the table, " You ok chere?"
"Just peachy," she paused, "Ace," as she started rolling on the floor laughing hysterically.
Storm took the seat next to Logan but it was not close enough for her liking. She started to nudge the chair over by using her butt in the subtlest way a drunk can. In all her efforts she had twisted her low cut dress and out popped something that should have been strategically covered.
Remy and Logan looked, took a double take then looked away pretending not to notice.
"Nice weather we're havin'" said Logan
"Yeah nice," replied the Cajun using all his strength not to take another peek. Both men were completely oblivious that their topic of choice could not have been more inappropriate.
Jean tore her gaze away from the men on stage to take a sip of her drink when she spotted Storm's state of undress. She quickly leaned over and whispered in Storm's ear.
Storm stopped talking, looked down, tucked herself in, and continued her attempted flirting with Logan.
Unbeknownst to the rest at the table, Rogue seemed to have disappeared.
Remy suddenly felt Rogue underneath the table, bumping his leg, he looked down at the table as if he could see through it.
"What are you doing Rogue?" he asks.
"Finding my purse," was the muffled reply.
Logan raised an eyebrow and looked down at the table and said, "Well, that ain't it darlin'"
Rogue emerged from underneath the table, right beside Logan. She looked at Logan, who gave her a lopsided grin, and then to Remy who didn't look at all happy.
"Whoops, wrong guy," said Rogue climbing on all fours from under the table.
Logan gave Rogue a hand up from under the table and a sexy wink that Remy couldn't miss even if he tried.
Remy was about to get down right nasty at Rogue but Betsy interrupted.
"If I was a tree, how high would I be?" she said, waving her arms in the air.
Just then the waitress walked passed and Betsy frantically waved her over. "I think it's time for shooters," she said under her breath.
"What'll ya have?" the waitress asked her pen ready
"I'll have a 'blow job' and an 'orgasm' please. Anyone else want one?" she asked as she looked at the shocked faces around the table.
Everyone just stared. "Ok, I guess it's just me then" Betsy said, too drunk to realize what everyone was thinking.
Ororo glanced at Remy, even in her drunken state she knew he was furious. Rogue noticed it too, so she got up from the floor and walked over to Remy's chair. Using her strength she pulled out his chair. He was trying to ignore her, but found it difficult when she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him.
"What's the matter sugah?" she purred.
No matter how hard he tried, the angelic look on Rogue's face made it impossible for him to stay angry.
"Not a t'ing, chere," said Remy smiling at Rogue.
The group of friends talked amongst themselves until the platinum haired beauty that had been screaming at Logan earlier approached the table. She sauntered over to Logan and bent over to talk to him leaving nothing under her outfit to the imagination.
"Wanna dance Romeo," she said in a deep husky voice.
Everyone at the table waited for Logan's reaction, but Ororo beat him to it. She let out a growl that shocked everyone and made Wolverine damn proud of her.
Meanwhile at the other end of the table...
"Squish your head," said Betsy
Everyone turned to look at Psylocke, who had one eye open and was opening and closing her index finger and thumb together, while saying "squish your head, squish your head."
"All right darlin', your cut off," said Logan leaning forward to take away Betsy's drink.
"Try it beasty boy and I'll shove my Katana so far up your ass, people will think you're a shiskabob," said Betsy, moving her drink out of Logan's reach. "You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you try to stop me when I haven't finished my 'orgasm'"
Again the conversation stopped and all eyes were on Betsy. She looked around wondering why no one was talking. "What?! It's a shooter you morons!"
Remy whispered to Logan, "I guess Warren isn't doing his job."
Logan burst out laughing, nodding his head in agreement.
Logan reached into shirt his pocket. Not finding them there, he patted down his upper body.
"I have to run to the store, I need cigars."
"I'll go with you, I need cigarettes," said Remy
"I need to visit the powder room," said Jean, standing up.
As Jean came out of the bathroom she saw two women in a war of words, she tried to ignore them, but they were verbally assaulting each other right in front of her.
"Excuse me ladies," said Jean.
The women just looked at Jean, giving her an evil look and went back to fighting.
Jean just stood there hoping that the fight would end soon. She started to zone out, and wasn't paying attention anymore when it turned physical with the two women.
The one woman standing farthest from Jean, closed her fist, and hauled back and threw a punch at the other woman, but the other woman ducked. Jean turned just in time to see a fist coming towards her face. The woman connected with Jean's eye and sent her stumbling back a couple of feet, when she tripped on something behind her and landed on her ass.
The girls at the table glanced towards the bathrooms when they heard Jeans startled cry. They watched in disbelief as Jean picked herself up off the floor and walked towards the woman that had hit her.
Betsy started to laugh uncontrollably, slapping her knee. Rogue recognized that sparkle in Jean's eye and yelled, "Bitch brawl," as she jumped to her feet ready to fight.
Jean walked up to the women and slugged her so hard, she went soaring through the air, and landed on a table with such force it collapsed on impact.
"No powers," they heard her say telepathically.
Storm jumped to her feet and sat at the edge of the bar, grabbing glasses for weapons.
Rogue gave Ororo a look that said 'What are you doing'.
"I paid a small fortune for this dress and I will not see it ruined in a bar fight," said Ororo
Betsy still laughing uncontrollably said, "Couldn't have that now, could we?"
Rogue looked at Storm like she had three heads so she didn't see the beer bottle headed her way. It hit Rogue in the side of the head dazing her for a moment.
"Ow! That had to hurt," said Betsy laughing like a hyena.
"That hurt!" yelled Rogue, picking glass from her hair.
"Jean, behind you!" yelled Psylocke, still sitting at the table.
Jean looked around and saw a pitcher of beer coming towards her. Thanks to Betsy's warning she was able to duck, but was still splattered with beer.
Anyone who came near Storm got a glass either smashed over their head or had a glass thrown at them.
"Betsy are you gonna help or just sit on your ass?" said Rogue.
Betsy was about to answer her but a chair caming flying through the air from out of nowhere, hitting Rogue and knocking her down.
Betsy just pointed at her and laughed, Rogue barely even looked at her as she picked herself up off the floor.
"Now Ah'm pissed," said Rogue about to grab the table.
"Wait," yelled Betsy, she grabbed all the drinks off the table, balancing them on her lap, "ok, go ahead."
Rogue then picked up the table, and tossed it through the air.
"Nice shot," yelled Betsy as the table went right through the window.
There was a bloodcurdling scream from the bar. Rogue and Betsy turned to see what the problem was. Ororo was sitting at the bar with a glass clutched in her hand, but she was soaking wet.
"My dress!" she screamed.
"Uh oh," said Rogue, hearing the sirens.
Logan and Remy were just about to leave the store when they heard the sirens. They looked at each other and shook their heads. They knew where the police were headed. Logan turned to Remy and gave him a look that said 'we should have seen this coming'
"You can dress 'em up, but you can't take 'em anywhere," said Logan, wondering what the girls had gotten themselves into this time.
"I know, try going on a date with Rogue," said Remy.
Logan just laughed. He remembered the picnic incident. Rogue came into the house covered in pie, he never knew who had thrown it, Remy or Bishop.
As they approached the bar, they were shocked to see just how many police cars there were. Remy approached one of the officers
"Sorry sir you can't go in there," said the officers.
"My girlfriend is in dere," said Remy.
"The one who has the white stripe in her hair?" asked the officer.
"Oui," said Remy, "Why?"
"You two just look like you belong together," said the officer.
Remy didn't know if he should be insulted or impressed, he was about to say so when he noticed two of the girls coming out in handcuffs.
Betsy was still laughing and Ororo was screaming about her dress.
"Ya know we're gonna have to bail them out"
"Oui," said Remy nodding his head.
" Ya think we can pull this off without Cyke finding out?"
"Oui, but just in case I'm going to New Orleans for Christmas."
"What about the Guild?"
"I'll take my chances," said Remy.
"Come on, he's not going to be that mad," said Logan.
Just then a camera crew arrived on the scene. They set up their cameras just as Rogue and Jean emerged from the bar.
Rogue was the first one to notice the cameras, she smiled sweetly and stopped in front of the camera and said, "I'd like to thank the academy for making my dreams come true." She paused holding her cuffed hands over her heart and continued, "You love me, you really love me," the officer then grabbed her by the arm and yanked her towards the police car.
Jean walked by the camera and waved and asked, "Are we gonna be on Cops?"
Betsy heard Jean and started singing the theme song to the show from the back of the police car.
Remy and Logan shook their heads when they saw the shiner Jean had. Even if they could bail them out and by some miracle Cyclops didn't see them on TV, he'd definitely notice her black eye.
"So is New Orleans nice this time of year?" asked Logan
1 hr later
"Thanks for bailing us out," said Jean, as all of them piled into the vehicle the girls came in.
"Don't mention it," growled Logan. He was extremely pissed off because all the humiliating work he had done recently was for nothing and now he was broke again.
Remy was also broke. But all was not lost, he thought. Rogue had indicated at the club that she was very interested in having a private showing of his dance. He smiled an evil grin at the thought.
"Dis homme will give her a show she won' soon forget!"
The trip home was a nightmare for Logan. Since the women were drunk he was forced to drive.
Storm had made a point of sitting beside him. Well it was more like on him, since the vehicle was packed to the point of bursting. That coupled with the fact that Betsy was directly behind him saying the craziest things right in his ear in an all too loud voice.
"All right who the hell is breathing heavy? Your fogging up the damn windows," yelled Logan.
Everyone in the van turned and looked at Rogue, who was sitting on Remy's lap.
"Don't look at me, it's her," said Rogue, pointing at Ororo.
"It's my party and I'll pant if I want to," sang Storm, smiling at Logan.
The only one who found that funny was Betsy, but she thought everything was funny at the moment.
Logan just rolled his eyes. Ororo was a fine looking woman but he really didn't want to have a one-night stand with her. She wasn't that type. Besides, he really didn't feel like fighting with the Cajun over her honor at Christmas time.
At the mansion
"Hey Cyke, Want to watch the fights tonight?" asked Bobby.
"Nah. I don't like watching boxing," said Scott looking over some papers, not paying attention to Bobby.
"Oh I think you'll wanna watch this," said Bobby, trying extremely hard not to laugh.
Scott, with an annoyed look, glanced up at the TV and was shocked to see his wife and three other female members of the team on the news.
"What the F***!!!," bellowed Cyclops.
Bobby couldn't contain his laughter anymore and lost it just as Warren entered the room.
"What is so funny," asked Warren.
"Oh nothing, except his wife," said Bobby pointing at Scott who was staring open mouthed at the TV, " and your girlfriend were arrested with Storm and Rogue tonight."
"What for?"
"A Barroom brawl," howled Bobby.
Just then Logan and Remy walked through the door. Logan had Jean in his arms and Remy was carrying Betsy.
"What happened?" cried Scott.
"Shhh, they passed out," snarled Logan, depositing Jean in Scott's arms, "Merry flamin' Christmas."
Remy was just smiling as he gave Betsy to Warren.
"What are you smiling at?" asked Warren
Remy just shrugged his shoulders, still smiling, "Ya know your woman is quite de chatterbox when she has been drinking, neh?"
Warren suddenly turned pale and quickly exited the room. Logan and Remy laughed at Warren's reaction. Then they again went outside to collect the last load, Rogue and Storm.
"You take Storm and I'll get Rogue" suggested Remy
"Um, how 'bout we swap?"
"What's da matter wit you? You afraid of a passed out woman?" Remy laughed
The men carried the women to their respective rooms. As Logan was placing Storm on her bed, just as he feared she woke up.
"Thank you Goddess" she spoke as she reached to pull him down to her.
"Not tonight darlin'. I'd prefer to wait until a time that you will be able to remember it the next day." Logan said as he twisted out of Storm's grasp and quickly, but regretfully, exited the room.
Remy carried Rogue, smiling down at her. In her state she unknowingly wrapped her arms around Remy's neck and cradled her head against his chest. When he came to her door he gave it a little push with his foot and the door opened. He walked into the room with his catlike grace and gently put Rogue on her bed, she mumbled her disapproval at the sudden loss of heat and rolled over, hugging her pillow.
Remy pulled the blankets around Rogues body. He would find no greater pleasure than to get her into her pajamas, but he didn't want Rogue pissed off at him at Christmas time, so he leaned over and kissed the side of her head and whispered, "Je t'aime toujours ma belle Rogue."
(I love you always my beautiful Rogue)
Rogue started to stir in her sleep, she whispered, "Ah love you too."
Remy just smiled and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
Remy walked to the door and saw Logan stomping down the hall towards his door.
"What's de matter mon ami?" asked Remy.
"That woman will be the death of me," said Logan walking by Remy and slamming his door shut.
Remy just laughed and went into his room, hoping he could sleep, but after seeing Rogue that way he doubted it.
Next Morning
As Logan was leaving his room to head down for breakfast he found a sizable check taped to his door. He pulled it off to examine it. It was from Worthington and was for a very large sum.
Logan went over and knocked on Remy's door. The Cajun emerged looking very fatigued.
"Hey Gumbo, whatcha make of this?" Logan said as he handed Remy the cheque.
"Dis is for bailing out 'is girl last night." Remy explained.
"Yeah, I figured that, but it's for ten times the amount."
Remy smiled, remembering Warren's pale expression from the previous night. "I bet it's to keep us quiet"
"But Besty really didn't say anything. She got all chatty but nothing specific."
"But Warren don't know that" Remy explained further as he eyed the cheque.
"Well hell, Let's go shoppin'" Logan said in an excited voice, immediately regretting his choice of words. 'I'm sounding more and more like Jubilee lately' he thought.
"But let's leave now before the women get up" Logan added. He was not looking forward to dealing with a frustrated, hungover Storm this morning.
Next story is Christmas morning...
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