Chapter 3: Bad Girl

            "So what movies are showing," Rogue asked of Kitty, the two were on a bus on the way to town, Kitty had grabbed a newspaper from the Mansion and was looking through listings.

            "Lets see…'My Boss's Daughter' is showing…" Kitty began.

            "Crap," Rogue remarked.

            "Uhm…" Kitty trailed off, "How about 'Hulk'?" She asked, she glanced to Rogue who shook her head, "'Wrong Turn'?" Kitty asked.

            Rogue looked over the newspaper, "Everything there sucks, Kitty, we've either seen it or it's predictable crap," she pointed out.

            "I guess you're right," Kitty tucked her hair behind her ear, she was wearing her hair down for a change, and it framed her face perfectly.  Because Kitty had forgotten to do her laundry that week, the only decent clothes she'd had left to wear out was a black tanktop, black patent pants and a black hooded sweatshirt.  She felt strange wearing all black, but Rogue seemed to think this was all the better.

            "I feel weird," Kitty motioned to her clothes.

            "You look better than usual, except you could do with a tad more makeup," Rogue remarked, and smirked.

            "This is our stop…" Kitty was about to get up.

            "Hey, I have a better idea," Rogue stopped Kitty.  "Lets stay on for a bit, I know a more fun place than the movie theatre."

            "Really?" Kitty glanced over to her.

            The girls waited for a while, and finally Rogue and Kitty got off the bus, Kitty didn't recognise the area at all.  It looked like a bad part of town.

            "I've never been to this part of town before…looks like a dump…" Kitty stated, she felt as if she was in the ghettos.

            "Don't worry," Rogue stated, "c'mere…" She pulled Kitty down an alleyway.

            "What are we doing?" Kitty asked curiously.

            "Hold on…" Rogue dug around in the pocket of her jeans for her liquid eyeliner, foundation compact and lipstick, she began applying makeup to Kitty as thickly as she would do her own.

            "What are you doing?" Kitty asked, "You're not making me look like a clown are you?"

            "No…just where we're going, you gotta look like me," Rogue responded, she applied some lipstick to Kitty.

            "Where ARE we going?" Kitty asked.

            "Sssh, stop moving your mouth, it makes it hard to put this stuff on," Rogue put her gloved hand under Kitty's chin and held her still as she applied liquid eyeliner to Kitty's face, the look was severe, but Rogue felt it was an improvement on the natural looking makeup Kitty generally wore. 

            Once Rogue had finished, Kitty grabbed the compact mirror from her and looked at herself, "Oh my god, I look like a goth," She gaped.

            "That's the plan," Rogue took off the rhinestone collar she had been wearing and put it around Kitty's neck, "We're going to a club…" Rogue stated, "A goth club."

            "Really?" Kitty asked, "like, a nightclub?" she queried.

            "Yeah," Rogue answered, "an over 21's…"

            "We don't have any fake I.D.'s," Kitty reminded.

            "We don't need any I.D.," Rogue buckled the Rhinestone collar around Kitty's neck, "You're gonna phase us through this wall here…" Rogue gestured towards the wall.

            "Have you been in before?" Kitty asked.

            "A few times," Rogue shrugged, "Had to sneak in through the roof though, used to climb up the drain pipe," She admitted.  "But this will be easier, c'mon."

            Kitty looked at her, "Isn't this breaking the law?"

            "Kind of," Rogue looked at her, "but that's part of the fun," She grinned, "c'mon…"

            Kitty grabbed a hold of Rogue's hand, "Okay…get ready…" she gave in, Kitty poked her head through the wall first to quickly glance and make sure no one was around.  It seemed they were in a bathroom stall.  She stepped through the wall, pulling Rogue along with her.

            "Ew, it stinks in here…" Kitty muttered, she shoved the door open and stepped out into the main bathrooms area – surprised to find out it was a mens bathroom – and surprised to see two guys standing against urinals at the opposing wall.  Two gothic looking men, one with bright blue hair and more eyeliner than Rogue, glanced around at the two girls, confused.

            Rogue and Kitty just laughed and rushed out of the bathrooms, ending up in the main part of the nightclub.

            "Holy shit, this place is huge," Kitty gaped.

            The walls were black, there was hardly any lighting except for the lights on the dance floor and near the bar at the back of the large hall.  Rogue dug around in her pocket for money and headed towards the bar, it wasn't too busy in the nightclub yet, so there wasn't even any queue.  She bought a couple of drinks, and headed back to Kitty, and passed her a drink.  "Here…"

            "What is this?" Kitty took a sip and made a face, it tasted like alcohol.

            "It's Long Vodka," Rogue took a sip of hers.

            "You bought Alcohol?!" Kitty gaped.

            "Sssh!" Rogue stopped her, "do you want everyone here knowing we're underage?" she whispered.

            "How did you get away with getting alcohol?" Kitty demanded.

            "With all this thick makeup on, and this kinda lighting, I can get away with it," Rogue smirked.

            "Geez, Rogue, you're like an ultimate bad girl," Kitty giggled.

            Rogue finished her drink, Kitty gave hers to Rogue, she'd never been into the thought of drinking alcohol.  Rogue on the other seemed to have a tolerance to the taste, that kind of worried Kitty a little.  The two girls stood against the walls watching the clubbers dancing in their black leather and patent clothes, tossing their coloured hair, and smiling with black lips. 

            "C'mon," Rogue grabbed Kitty's arm, "Lets dance."

            Kitty felt out of place in the nightclub, but despite feeling out of place she looked the part and blended in.  Rogue threw her body across the dance floor, Rogue wasn't a great dancer, but with the gothic beauty she had most of the guys in the area didn't seem to care, they watched her with looks of lust on their faces.

            Rogue and Kitty danced together, and Kitty, forgetting her inhibitions for the time being, began to actually enjoy herself.  And the hours began to pass as they danced the night away.

            Rogue couldn't stop  herself going back to the bar every so often and getting drinks, and soon  her dancing was exhausting her and she found a small table to the back of the hall, and continued to drink, watching the dancers.

            Kitty sat at her side, "this place is awesome, but do you really need to drink alcohol to have a good time?" Kitty looked at Rogue.

            "It's all in the fun of it," Rogue grinned drunkenly, she'd lost count of how many drinks she'd had. 

            "I don't know how you could drink that stuff, it tastes foul!" Kitty motioned to Rogue's drink, "What's that stuff you're drinking now?"

            "Well this here…is Whiskey…" Rogue pointed out.  "And this one is a tequila…"

            "Rogue, isn't there like some crazy rule about mixing alcohol?" Kitty asked.

            Rogue shrugged, "Never bothered me before…" she downed her Tequila and made a face.

            "You're gonna be so sick tomorrow," Kitty remarked.

            "Yeah, well hopefully I'll throw up on the Cajun's Head," Rogue grimaced from the taste of tequila in her mouth, she rested her head on her hand, elbow propped on the table, her head was swimming.

            Kitty looked at her, "We should go soon…"

            "Not 'til I've finished my drink…" Rogue stated, she pointed to her drink in an unsteady way.

            "Rogue, you're like…totally wrecked," Kitty chewed her lip.

            "So what," Rogue muttered, she picked up her glass, holding it in a very loose intoxicated fashion, and she took a sip from it, grimacing at the taste.

            "Rogue, we should go now," Kitty stated, "it's like…" Kitty glanced at her watch and gaped, "oh my god, its like, five past midnight!!"

            "So?" Rogue said nonchalantly, sipping her whiskey, and grinning.

            "So, all the buses to Bayville stop at Midnight, duh," Kitty groaned.

            Rogue rolled her eyes, "Lighten up, Kit," she laughed.  "We'll get a taxi," she stated.

            "Rogue, I have like seven dollars left after the five diet cokes I just bought," Kitty pointed out, "and you have, like, what, three dollars?"

            "So?"

            "So, we can't afford it!" Kitty gasped.

            "Lighten up, we can walk it…"

            "Rogue, we're miles from home!" Kitty whined, "How the hell are we going to get back!  We're out past curfew…"

            "Professor Xavier probably hasn't even noticed," Rogue burped.

            Kitty stood up, "Hey, uhm…I'll be right back, okay?" she told Rogue, and Rogue waved her off.   Kitty wandered around the club until she found a quieter spot, a little off hallway near the bathrooms.  She took her cellular phone out of her pocket and dialled the number of the mansion.  Unfortunately, the signal in the nightclub was so bad, she couldn't get a call out. 

"Great," she muttered to herself, she folded her phone and put it back in her pocket, wondering what to do next.

She wandered around a little more, finding a payphone – with seven women and men already standing in line to use it.  Kitty glanced at her watch, it was almost half past midnight "shit," she muttered to herself.  Fact was, that anyone under the age of sixteen in the mansion had a curfew of eleven pm.  Kitty found herself waiting in line still at the time of 12.45am.  She was now beginning to panic.  Fact was she knew that even a ride in a car would take at least half an hour – up to forty minutes – since they'd been on that bus for almost an hour getting to that area.

"We're doomed," Kitty said to herself absently, the guy in front turned and looked at her strangely.  She smiled nervously, and tried to act natural – which was hard for her considering she was dressed up like someone else.

Eventually, the phone came free, Kitty shoved a few coins into the phone, and dialled the number of the mansion, as it rang on the other end, she pulled her sleeve past her watch and glanced at it, it was almost 1am.  She swore to herself again and again, and waited.

"H'lo," she heard a nonchalant mumble.

"Hi, who's this?" Kitty asked, not recognising the voice.

"Remy," came the reply.

"Remy, thank god you answered, and not any of the adults," Kitty whined, "Remy, me and Rogue are like, stranded out at this nightclub somewhere…I don't even know where exactly!" Kitty cried.

"Calm down," Remy sighed, her high pitched voice on the phone beginning to hurt his head.  "You don't know where you are?"

"Some nightclub, a goth nightclub," Kitty responded, "Remy, please help us, I don't know what to do, I don't even know how we'd walk home, its so far…"

"Anyone else around?" Remy asked.

"Uhm, sure," Kitty responded.

"Ask someone where you are, I'll wait," He ordered.

Kitty turned around to someone who had been standing in line behind her, a woman with a bright pink Mohawk, a ring in her nose and a cigarette hanging from her mouth.  "Excuse me," Kitty winced, "what's the name of this nightclub?  I kinda forgot…"

The woman took the cigarette from her mouth, and in a very butch tone, replied, "Asylum."

"Great, thanks!" Kitty said in relief, "Uhm…where is this exactly?" she asked, she added, "I'm kinda from out of town," she lied.

"Greer Street," the woman responded.

"Thanks, you're a life saver," Kitty turned back to the phone and put the receiver to her ear, "the nightclub is called "Asylum, and it's on Greer Street…"

"I can come get you two, but its gonna be a while," Remy replied, "at least about half an hour."

"Damn it," Kitty whined, "we're gonna be SO busted when we get home…" she sighed, "Professor Xavier will kill us for sure…"

"Don't worry, it's okay, you won't be in trouble, just hang tight.  Where can I get the keys to the van that's parked in the garage?" he asked.

            "In the grand hall, there's some keys on a hook in a little cupboard," Kitty responded.

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can be…"

Kitty hung up and headed off to find Rogue, still full of panic wondering how they would get home without any of the Adults finding out.