Rogue looked down at the card, just to check the address one last time. She sighed and looked down at herself as well. She still wore black clothes, but something that showed off a bit more of her figure, hopefully made her a bit more attractive. She knocked softly on the door in front of her, the outline of a '9' where a number used to be hung on the dirty door. The apartment building was very run-down, not even a front door to the building, but at least the apartments themselves had doors.

She saw motion on the other side of the peephole before the door swung open to reveal the young Cajun she'd met the other day. Those same eerie red eyes sparkled at her from behind his stray locks, and a large smile covered his lips. He stood back from the door and opened it wider to usher her in. "Dis, cheri, is da house of de one an' only Remy LeBeau." Rogue stepped in slowly and put the card back into her pocket. She bit her lip as her eyes scanned the somewhat dirty apartment.

The whole place seemed unclean, really, or maybe it was just the building. The furniture was sparse, and looked just as run-down as the building. An overstuff love seat sat in front of a small TV with foil wrapped around the bunny ears, and a recliner was next to it, the foot-rest propped up by a box. "It's… nice…" She smiled her best, which became more sincere when Remy stepped up next to her, a hand pushed gently into her back to guide her to the small sofa. She sat and folded her gloved hands in her lap, glancing at the TV, though she couldn't really make out what was on through the static, and she assumed the sound was off to avoid the unpleasant noise.

"Yo' wan somet'in ta drink… Me pardonner, cheri, I never got your name yesterday." Remy looked back at her from the door to what Rogue assumed was the kitchen. She had to do a lot of assuming in this place. "It's… Rogue… And, um, no thanks, Ah'm fine." Remy shrugged and disappeared through the door-less doorway, not seeming to question her name, which made Rogue smile. He came back with a bottle of Bud and cracked it, tossing the cap randomly onto the floor, and sat next to her on the loveseat. "Da tube is busted, so dere is no sound, cheri, but at least da pitchah is still dere." Rogue blinked and looked at the TV, then at Remy. "Um… not really."

The Cajun grinned at her and shrugged. "Yea, Remy know, i's why he plays da cahds so much." He chuckled and set the beer on another box that set next to the loveseat. He stood and walked over to the TV, flipped it off, and turned to face Rogue. "So den, Cheri, what should we do, hm?" Rogue blinked, then blushed and looked at the floor. "Well, Ah guess we could play cards… I know how to play Go Fish." He smiled at Remy apologetically. The young man just smiled back and shook his head. "Remy play da cahds fo' work too much. He wouldn' mahnd hearin' mo' bout da pretty li'l fleur da's sittin on his sofa." He walks back over to her and sits, sliding an arm around her shoulders, careful to avoid her skin.

Rogue was about to pull away just on instinct, but the warmth of another body just felt so good, even if she couldn't feel it against her own skin. It was almost intoxicating, so she just sighed softly and relaxed. They talked for hours, just sitting there in the little apartment. Since the TV was shut off the only light was from the windows, which slowly faded to evening. Rogue talked about a few things, but Remy just kept getting her to open up more and more, while revealing tidbits about his own life. She didn't notice that he kept away from specifics in places; Rogue was just enjoying the company of someone that wasn't afraid and tiptoed around her. Or maybe it was her that wasn't afraid for once. He was just so sure of himself, and she didn't see any reason that he shouldn't be.

As the light began to fade Rogue suddenly stood and looked down at her watch. She was late, very late, dinner would all ready be over by now, and curfew was in a little more than an hour. Remy blinked and stood, "Did Remy do somet'in wrong, p'tit?" Rogue smiled then shook her head, "No, not at all… This was the best time Ah've had in a long while… Ah just… have ta go." Remy smiled and gave her a little hug, which made Rogue's heart flutter, but she hugged him back, hoping that he would make sure their skin didn't touch. He let her out with a small wave and she hurried back to catch the bus. She looked forward to seeing the charming Cajun again, but was confused. She just couldn't understand why she felt this way. This wasn't normal for her. Then, she thought as she sat down on the bus, it must be him; he just had a strange affect on her. She sat upright as her thoughts continued on. What if it was his mutant power? He had said, or at least she thought he meant, that he was a mutant. She suddenly became infuriated. She'd just have to find out next time.