About 6:45pm, Gambit and Hank arrive at Ghazzi's. Gambit's hair slicked back, a black sport's jacket covering an Egyptian cotton white button up shirt, perfectly creased pants, all topped off with spotless, shiny black letter shoes. Beast is dressed a little more casually, in a long-sleeved army-green button-up shirt and black slacks. Ghazzi's is a mutant-friendly restaurant, so there's no need for his image inducer to be on.
"Well, I have to use the restroom. Just sit where-ever, order anything you like. I'll be right back." Beast told Gambit as they entered the dimly-lit Italian restaurant. Remy nodded, and Beast walked to the crapper.
Gambit made his way to an open table and sat down with a menu, scanning the list of pasta's, waiting for Beast to arrive.
**********
Rogue entered the restaurant around 6:50pm. She knew she was a little early, but she didn't want to have to walk up to him. He wanted to talk to her, so he should have to approach her. However, she was too late. She spotted him in a corner by himself at a table. She took a deep breath, straightened up her back and neck, and made her way over to him.
"May I have a seat?" She asked, a bit too polite. She was still a little embarressed about this morning. She looked at his face, now the mature face she knew from so many dreams and so many minutes in his presence, as a look of suprise appeared on it, followed by a huge grin.
"Chere, what you doin' here?"
Now she was the one looking suprised. "I... I thought you needed to talk to me. I mean, that's what Beast told m-"
"Wait!" He broke in, "Beast? Beast be da one brought me here. Remy never gave him any message like dat ta give ta you."
There eyes locked. "Hank" they uttered in unison.
**********
Gambit knocked on the only occupied stall. "Oh, Ha-ank. I t'ink ya better come on out a dere. We gotta talk."
First there was silence, followed by, "Uh... yeah, sure. Uh-huh. Hold on, Gambit."
Beast exitted the stall with Stephen Hawkings "A Brief History Of Time" tucked under his arm. "Uh, hi Remy. What... what're you doing in here?"
"I came ta ask ya 'bout somethin' on de menu: do you want Chicken Alfredo, Speghetti, or why did you trick me and Rogue?"
"Wha- huh? I... can explain. I mean... blame Xavier!"
"Huh? Why?"
"He told me to! Please don't hit me!" Hank put the book in front of his face.
"Once again, Hank. Why?"
"Because I had to make this morning alright. I was just trying to help." He looked downward.
Gambit smiled. "S'okay. I 'preciate your help. T'anks." He patted Hank on the back. "I see you later at de mansion." Gambit walked back towards the table, and Hank exitted the restaurant and began the 7 mile walk back home, reading Hawking all the way.
**********
Earlier that day, X-Mansion:
I cannot believe that they *did* that to me, thought Kurt, still peeved about earlier. They just valked in on me! And then they acted all 'don't be pissed' ven I got angry. Gah!
He was looking into the mirror, and was not happy with what he saw. Overnight, his face had been attacked with acne. "I feel so ashamed!" He cried, then hid hid face in his hands and began to sob. "What will I do? Aha!" He looked up and smiled. He had a plan.
**********
*knock knock*
"Like, who is it?" Called a young female voice from the other side of the door.
"It is me, Jubilee. Open up, come on!"
"Yeah, yeah. Hold it." There was a few muffled sounds from her room, then the sound of a door unlocking, and finally opening.
"What do you need, Kurt?"
"Vhat makes you think I need something, mein fruend?"
"Uh, because, you like, never talk me. Like ever. Well, unless you like, need something."
Kurt looked down.
"Yes. I guess I do." He turned off the image inducer which served the purpose of hiding his zits, and showed her. "Can you help me? Is it beyond help?"
Jubilee cracked up and turned bright red, and tears were already flowing before she managed to calm herself down.
"Hee hee... yeah, I can... hee... help you. It's not that bad, Kurt. Really." But it really was. It was horrible.
She pulled him into her room and set to work.
**********
"Hello, chere. I be back." Gambit pulled his chair out and sat down.
"Hey, Remy. Do you remember anything that happened between us? At all?"
"Oui, Rogue. Gambit remembers it all. Da older I got, da more I remember. Why?"
"Just curious." She looked shyly at the bottle of wine on their table, then to her untouched pasta right in fromt of her.
Gambit wanted to say something, as it was obvious something was wrong, but he decided now was not the time. "You not hungry?"
"More thirsty, Ah guess," she said, as she poured herself a tall glass of wine and downed it in one sip. Gambit's eyes widened. She poured herself another, and guess what? She downed that one too. Gambit figured there must be something VERY wrong.
**********
Wow, thought Hank, I didn't realize something could be so interesting and yet so *boring* at the same time. He stuffed the book in his huge-ass pocket, and veered off into a nearby club.
**********
"AHHH! It stings, dammit, it stings!" Kurt cried out in pain.
"Beauty *is* pain, my little german friend." Jubilee stated as she applied more of the amonia-scented liquid to his face.
"You are a vicious sadist, damn you!" Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes.
"You wanted help, I'm just doing you a favor. I can stop whenever you want, okay? Do you want me to stop?"
*sob* "No."
"Well, Kurt. If I'm the sadist, then you are most certainly the masicist." She stated as she pulled at a beigish cream.
"This should be more... uh, soothing. Okay?"
"Okay..." *sob*
She applied little dabs to each indiviual zit. His face was soon covered in beige dots.
"I guess-"
"What was *that*??" Jubilee cried.
"I... I..."
"Your voice, Kurt! Your voice is changing! Hahahahahahahaha!" She fell on the ground laughing. However, unlike last time, this time she didn't regain her composure. Kurt ran out of the room.
**********
Hank sat at the bar next to a thirty-something blonde.
"So... you alone?" She glanced at him, then looked back at the TV.
"Uh, miss? *clears throat* Are you lost?" She lookes at him again.
"No, why?"
"Because you're a long ways away from heaven, baby." He grinned.
She groaned, rolled her eyes, and moved down to another stool.
His smiled faded. "That could've gone better." He moved on to his next victim, a pretty red-head.
"Whoa, you must be tired."
"Why's that?"
"Because you have been running through my head all day." Again, his huge, toothy grin.
This time, she didn't groan, or roll her eyes, or move away. She looked confused for a second, then amused, then she burst out laughing.
"That's great, man. What's you name?"
Duh... "I... I'm Ace, miss. And you?"
She began laughing again. "Uh, hi *Ace*. I'm Morgan. Just call me Mory, though." She smiled.
"You here alone?" He asked.
"Uh, no. I'm actually here with my girlfriend. Her name's Lissa. Want to meet her?"
Hank felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. Oh, well. May as well have a good time tonight, even if it wasn't with a potential girlfriend.
"Sure." He smiled. He ordered a shot of tequilla, downed it, and felt much better.
**********
Alright. The next installment will be it (or should be) for series I. I may have a series II, depending on reviews and other reader responses. Don't feel bad about e-mailing me, either. I LOVE getting e-mail as much as I LOVE getting reviews. If you think I should do a series II, tell me which charectors. I will take the top 2 or 3. I was thinking maybe Rogue, Storm, Wolverine, I don't know. Screw it. Whatever you beautiful peeps think.
BTW, in "The Way Things Should Be But Aren't", my other story, Gambit *isn't* gay! I never said that! I'm just saying all nice guys seem to be gay (no offense to male breeders out there), so it was just a joke! She thought he was because of all the traits he has: manners, smoothness, HE CAN DRESS WELL!!! Need I say more? Is there any wonder why he is the #1 X-Men slash pick? I think not.
Love,
Blimey The Toad
"Well, I have to use the restroom. Just sit where-ever, order anything you like. I'll be right back." Beast told Gambit as they entered the dimly-lit Italian restaurant. Remy nodded, and Beast walked to the crapper.
Gambit made his way to an open table and sat down with a menu, scanning the list of pasta's, waiting for Beast to arrive.
**********
Rogue entered the restaurant around 6:50pm. She knew she was a little early, but she didn't want to have to walk up to him. He wanted to talk to her, so he should have to approach her. However, she was too late. She spotted him in a corner by himself at a table. She took a deep breath, straightened up her back and neck, and made her way over to him.
"May I have a seat?" She asked, a bit too polite. She was still a little embarressed about this morning. She looked at his face, now the mature face she knew from so many dreams and so many minutes in his presence, as a look of suprise appeared on it, followed by a huge grin.
"Chere, what you doin' here?"
Now she was the one looking suprised. "I... I thought you needed to talk to me. I mean, that's what Beast told m-"
"Wait!" He broke in, "Beast? Beast be da one brought me here. Remy never gave him any message like dat ta give ta you."
There eyes locked. "Hank" they uttered in unison.
**********
Gambit knocked on the only occupied stall. "Oh, Ha-ank. I t'ink ya better come on out a dere. We gotta talk."
First there was silence, followed by, "Uh... yeah, sure. Uh-huh. Hold on, Gambit."
Beast exitted the stall with Stephen Hawkings "A Brief History Of Time" tucked under his arm. "Uh, hi Remy. What... what're you doing in here?"
"I came ta ask ya 'bout somethin' on de menu: do you want Chicken Alfredo, Speghetti, or why did you trick me and Rogue?"
"Wha- huh? I... can explain. I mean... blame Xavier!"
"Huh? Why?"
"He told me to! Please don't hit me!" Hank put the book in front of his face.
"Once again, Hank. Why?"
"Because I had to make this morning alright. I was just trying to help." He looked downward.
Gambit smiled. "S'okay. I 'preciate your help. T'anks." He patted Hank on the back. "I see you later at de mansion." Gambit walked back towards the table, and Hank exitted the restaurant and began the 7 mile walk back home, reading Hawking all the way.
**********
Earlier that day, X-Mansion:
I cannot believe that they *did* that to me, thought Kurt, still peeved about earlier. They just valked in on me! And then they acted all 'don't be pissed' ven I got angry. Gah!
He was looking into the mirror, and was not happy with what he saw. Overnight, his face had been attacked with acne. "I feel so ashamed!" He cried, then hid hid face in his hands and began to sob. "What will I do? Aha!" He looked up and smiled. He had a plan.
**********
*knock knock*
"Like, who is it?" Called a young female voice from the other side of the door.
"It is me, Jubilee. Open up, come on!"
"Yeah, yeah. Hold it." There was a few muffled sounds from her room, then the sound of a door unlocking, and finally opening.
"What do you need, Kurt?"
"Vhat makes you think I need something, mein fruend?"
"Uh, because, you like, never talk me. Like ever. Well, unless you like, need something."
Kurt looked down.
"Yes. I guess I do." He turned off the image inducer which served the purpose of hiding his zits, and showed her. "Can you help me? Is it beyond help?"
Jubilee cracked up and turned bright red, and tears were already flowing before she managed to calm herself down.
"Hee hee... yeah, I can... hee... help you. It's not that bad, Kurt. Really." But it really was. It was horrible.
She pulled him into her room and set to work.
**********
"Hello, chere. I be back." Gambit pulled his chair out and sat down.
"Hey, Remy. Do you remember anything that happened between us? At all?"
"Oui, Rogue. Gambit remembers it all. Da older I got, da more I remember. Why?"
"Just curious." She looked shyly at the bottle of wine on their table, then to her untouched pasta right in fromt of her.
Gambit wanted to say something, as it was obvious something was wrong, but he decided now was not the time. "You not hungry?"
"More thirsty, Ah guess," she said, as she poured herself a tall glass of wine and downed it in one sip. Gambit's eyes widened. She poured herself another, and guess what? She downed that one too. Gambit figured there must be something VERY wrong.
**********
Wow, thought Hank, I didn't realize something could be so interesting and yet so *boring* at the same time. He stuffed the book in his huge-ass pocket, and veered off into a nearby club.
**********
"AHHH! It stings, dammit, it stings!" Kurt cried out in pain.
"Beauty *is* pain, my little german friend." Jubilee stated as she applied more of the amonia-scented liquid to his face.
"You are a vicious sadist, damn you!" Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes.
"You wanted help, I'm just doing you a favor. I can stop whenever you want, okay? Do you want me to stop?"
*sob* "No."
"Well, Kurt. If I'm the sadist, then you are most certainly the masicist." She stated as she pulled at a beigish cream.
"This should be more... uh, soothing. Okay?"
"Okay..." *sob*
She applied little dabs to each indiviual zit. His face was soon covered in beige dots.
"I guess-"
"What was *that*??" Jubilee cried.
"I... I..."
"Your voice, Kurt! Your voice is changing! Hahahahahahahaha!" She fell on the ground laughing. However, unlike last time, this time she didn't regain her composure. Kurt ran out of the room.
**********
Hank sat at the bar next to a thirty-something blonde.
"So... you alone?" She glanced at him, then looked back at the TV.
"Uh, miss? *clears throat* Are you lost?" She lookes at him again.
"No, why?"
"Because you're a long ways away from heaven, baby." He grinned.
She groaned, rolled her eyes, and moved down to another stool.
His smiled faded. "That could've gone better." He moved on to his next victim, a pretty red-head.
"Whoa, you must be tired."
"Why's that?"
"Because you have been running through my head all day." Again, his huge, toothy grin.
This time, she didn't groan, or roll her eyes, or move away. She looked confused for a second, then amused, then she burst out laughing.
"That's great, man. What's you name?"
Duh... "I... I'm Ace, miss. And you?"
She began laughing again. "Uh, hi *Ace*. I'm Morgan. Just call me Mory, though." She smiled.
"You here alone?" He asked.
"Uh, no. I'm actually here with my girlfriend. Her name's Lissa. Want to meet her?"
Hank felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. Oh, well. May as well have a good time tonight, even if it wasn't with a potential girlfriend.
"Sure." He smiled. He ordered a shot of tequilla, downed it, and felt much better.
**********
Alright. The next installment will be it (or should be) for series I. I may have a series II, depending on reviews and other reader responses. Don't feel bad about e-mailing me, either. I LOVE getting e-mail as much as I LOVE getting reviews. If you think I should do a series II, tell me which charectors. I will take the top 2 or 3. I was thinking maybe Rogue, Storm, Wolverine, I don't know. Screw it. Whatever you beautiful peeps think.
BTW, in "The Way Things Should Be But Aren't", my other story, Gambit *isn't* gay! I never said that! I'm just saying all nice guys seem to be gay (no offense to male breeders out there), so it was just a joke! She thought he was because of all the traits he has: manners, smoothness, HE CAN DRESS WELL!!! Need I say more? Is there any wonder why he is the #1 X-Men slash pick? I think not.
Love,
Blimey The Toad