When in New Orleans…
Part VII
There were too many scents in the club to get a hit on just three. It could be done, but Logan didn't have the time or the patience to deal with it. He looked to see Betsy and Scott walking over to three girls on the dance floor who weren't even dancing. They were watching someone. Or more like gawking.
Logan followed their eyes only to see the Cajun trying to pull the moves on some woman with white hair. She was beautiful. Her long legs and perfect figure. Damn. Why didn't he see her first? He could see she was blushing, her cheeks a perfect crimson color. She was brushing her hair off of her face when Remy reached over to her and tucked the stray pieces behind her ear. For some reason he felt jealous. He clenched his fists and made his way over to the two. It's no longer first come first serve Cajun. It's who she wants to go home with…
Ororo was giggling like a schoolgirl. She thought this man was cute, and his eyes…Oh Goddess. But she didn't see the sparks that she was looking for. Remy would make a wonderful friend and someone that she would think of as a big brother forever, if she ever got the chance. "Yes I'm here with my friends," she replied to Remy's sudden question.
"Really? Who dey be?" he asked holding her hand in his.
"They are over there on the dance floor," Ororo indicated to the three people Betsy and Scott were talking with. Remy's eyes went wide. He knew that Betsy would not just talk to anyone in these sleazy clubs. She had to have a reason, and the way Scott was moving and gesturing showed that he was trying to convince them to do something.
"Hey Cajun, who's your friend?" Logan asked trying to be smooth. Ororo made eye contact and stared with her mouth open. He was the man of her dreams. Tall, muscular, broad shoulders, and big powerful hands that could probably work magic.
"Ah Logan, this is Ororo Munroe. Chere, I would like to introduce you to Logan," Remy said. She nodded to him, and he smiled in response, ordering a beer from the bartender.
"I was just telling her about the mansion…" Remy started but was unable to finish when Ororo's eyes went wide with shock.
"Excuse me?"
"You know, the institute in Manhattan. Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children. Remy realize that chere might want to come and check it out sometime," he replied smiling down at Ororo who was still shocked at hearing his words.
"I…I don't know what you're talking about Remy. I…you never said anything about a mansion," Ororo said turning away from him and noticing Jean talking to the people who had just entered the club not too long ago.
"What are you talking about Cajun?" Logan asked eyeing Remy.
" I really must be going gentlemen," Ororo said getting up from her seat. She made eye contact with Serena and Marie who were just as shocked as she was. Jean was trying to get away from the guy but he kept trying to grab her hand. "Remy, Logan. It was nice to meet you both. Perhaps we will meet again."
Jean got tired and threw Scott against the wall with her telekinetic abilities. People thought that someone had thrown a punch and were beginning to panic. Betsy who was surprised to get any violent action from Jean, tired to enter her mind, only to be met by a mental barrier. 'She's a telepath as well…'
"You've got to be better than that," Jean said leading Serena and Marie from the club. Ororo ran after them, all four of them meeting in the parking lot.
"What the hell was that about Gambit?" Logan asked, screaming at him from across the bar. Betsy scraped Scott off the wall and helped him over to the entrance where Logan and Remy where waiting.
"She's da one Mon Ami! 'er and 'er friends! Dey were the ones who were looking for the mansion!" Remy yelled back. Logan looked around for the white haired woman but saw no one. "Logan! Where you going?" he yelled after Logan, who was already running out of the club entrance after Ororo.
Sniffing the air, Logan got her scent and stuck with it. The car that held her lingering scent was still in the parking lot so that meant that they had gone on foot. They couldn't have gotten far. 'I didn't drive all the way here just to leave with nothing!' Scents were becoming stronger as he followed Ororo's. Finally he spotted them. They stopped in an alleyway and were catching their breath.
"How did they know Jean?" Ororo asked between pants.
"I don't know. I think that girl was a telepath. She must have been tracking us."
"All the way from Manhattan?" Serena asked. "That's a little much don't you think?"
"But why? I don't understand why they would track us," Ororo said throwing up her hands. "That guy Jean, he was in on it. I think his friend Logan was too. This is great, just great!" she said wanting to blow up something.
"That guy, Scott, he said that he needed our help. He's a mutant too, and he wanted us to come back with him to Manhattan to stop some…some evil or somethin'. It doesn't make sense. We've lived fine for the eighteen years that we've been alive, and y'all have certainly taken care of yourselves, so why go and get ourselves killed when we can be partyin' and havin' fun?" Marie asked.
"We are different Marie," Jean said. "And you did want to go and check out this mansion anyway. We all did agree…"
"Don't start thinking like that Jean," Serena warned. "Just because you thought the guy was cute doesn't mean you and decide for all of us."
"We wanted to just check it out, not join some mutation special-forces and fight for our rights or whatever," Ororo said. "When no one knows, why should it matter?"
"Ororo, we are what we are…"
"It just doesn't seem safe," she finished.
"Nothing's ever safe darlin'…" Logan said emerging from the shadows.
"Logan…"