Dedicated to the queen of denial, Roguechere- Piogmy? It's definitely funny sounding... Do we want to choose a name that sounds that funny? Will people ever take us seriously? I guess a better question would be, do we want them to? And I've been having computer problems for months, but I've adapted. As for why I didn't email you when I wrote this, I figured you anxiously checked for my fics every day. :P Actually, the first chapter had been posted in my forum for a while, so for some reason I thought you might have read it there... Not that you ever go there, but still... I did mention it in SHOFY. And I agree that it is ridiculous. Why can't you just be a grateful loser and except the fact that they love me unconditionally and move on? They'll never be yours. As for the consolation prizes I'm afraid that I'll have to refuse. I am more than happy with the guys I already have. My Pietro, my Warren, and my Remy. And the boys show up in this chapter (kinda). Happy? And what I noticed about Pietro's mumbling was the fact that he was mumbling. What you thought was "IcantevergetenoughRoguechere" was actually "Stayawayfrommeyoucrazylady.MyheartbelongstoLT." :P And yes, he is so sweet. ^^
Ruby eyes- I don't want you to have to beg... But a bribe would be nice, preferably tens and twenties in American money... Unmarked of course. ^^
Beth- Ahh, girl you think entirely too much like me (which is rather disturbing...). I think Pietro and Remy are both the type that are used to seducing girls, so her trying to pick them up would throw them off a little. ^^ Which is a good thing. And let's see if I can fit in Remy and Rogue dirty dancing. Of course then I'll have to have a Rietro one also because it's an equal opportunity fic. ^^
Rielyn- *lol* Yep, last chapter was more of a filler and couldn't be helped. But it will get more interesting soon, I promise. And I'll try to lay off the parenthesis. So, I got a distinct style for humor? Well, that's one way of putting it. Usually the term unbearably sarcastic is applied, but I can't help it. ^^ Hope you like this chapter better, but it's more of a filler also.
DaughterofDeath- New chapter added. Hope you like it.
Rogue star- Glad that your enjoying it. And I meant to update sooner, but have a bad case writer's block.
Eileen B.- You really no how to apply the pressure don't you? ^_^ And come on... I can't understand how you can *not* love Pietro. He's such a cocky little bastard. It's so cute! How can you ignore that? But I guess in the long run it's just as well, because that way I don't have to share (hehehe, Pietro is all mine). But I guess Romy is tried and true. Hard to argue about the couple that Marvel itself said was the most popular.
Ishandahalf- Of course it's a compliment. As soon as I see your name on the review I know it's going to make me laugh. But since you are plotting what you would do, let me know so I can plot it in... And I suddenly had this visual that involved Rogue using Kitty's phasing powers on Remy's clothes... But I can't believe that you straight up told me that you were going to skip parts in my fic... How cruel *sobs*... Okay, over it. ^^ I love Pietro, why don't you love Pietro?? For that fact, why doesn't everybody love Pietro? I can't figure this out. But I wouldn't say your denial is pathetic, maybe just sad?? ^_^ The cure is simple really, I demand that you worship all that is Pietro. (of course this would in no way lessen your passionate devotion to Gambit, which I can completely relate to... Those eyes *shivers*)
Emerald Star- Hehehe. I really want to say something about the awesomeness that is Rietro but there's some rabid Romy fans reading this and I fear for my life... ^^ But Skye is definitely a wonderful writer. If your just getting into Rietro you can go to my site (the links in my profile), I have more Rietro fics posted there. Personally, I think it's the best kind of addiction.
Ellen- The delusion is catching... Pietro is, was, and shall always be mine. You can have... *thinks about who's available* Let's see, I have Pietro, Remy, and Warren. How about Forge? He would definitely be good to have around the house. ^^
Wargene- *LOL* Wow, the pervest? I'm not sure if that's meant to be a compliment or an insult, and since I can't tell I'll take it as a compliment. And yes, the whole loss of NC-17 irritated me but what bothered me even more was the hiding of rated R fics. I didn't even realize at first, and I was in the middle of writing an R fic, and couldn't figure out why it wasn't showing up. But anyways, I'll try to take your advice and keep the dialogs in-character. But if Rogue does seem a little out of character, I figure that her powers really had a huge impact on defining her character, so having control of them would impact her character as well. And of course I write for myself, I just post for others. ^^ And since my fics are pretty much all Rietro or Rietro triangles I don't think that pairing matters that much in the reviews for my fics.
Neurotic Temptress- Bwahahahaha!! You actually gave me fire! I actually make Pyro look sane, and that's pretty hard to do. I'm definitely a pyromaniac... And I'm sorry about Professor X pouting. Didn't mean to scar you for life. ^^ And what's this. *clutches her chest and falls back* Not. A. Quicksilver. Fan. Why don't you just take a knife and stab me, make it go faster. How on earth can someone *not* love Pietro? He is all that is good (even though he's bad... *looks confused* Okay that makes no sense). But he's soooo cute. And that smirk, and his cocky attitude... *drools* I so want one!! He's like Remy only with lighter coloring! *blinks* Hehehe... I think I'm ranting. But anyway, glad you liked it despite no Remy. But he will be appearing soon.
Laureate- I'm glad that I could make the Laura happy. And I hope that the Laura gets over her depression. ^_^
Heartstar- Hmm, a skimpy outfit. You just helped me with this chapter, I was going to have her wear her normal clothes, but you just gave me an idea!! Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Ning Ning- Yes I am continuing it, but I don't think I'll be getting to graphic. More becuase I'm not good at writing lemons than anything else.... Now if someone else was to write one, I would be the first to read it. *shrugs* So far no one has voluteered.
Sato no Kakashi- Everyone takes that a little to seriously... I love Pietro, I didn't mean it to be mean. It was a reflex. I will make it up.

A Night To Remember
By Lady Trunks
Part 3

You know, I can't believe how many people who know me think that I dress gothic because of my mutation, like it's the only style that would serve the purpose of keeping me covered. If that was the case I could have went Eskimo or something, which would have served the purpose just as well. I just couldn't believe that Kitty thought that since I had control that I would suddenly start dressing like her, or even worse Jean. I mean, really. I dress that way because I like it, simple as that. Which is why when it was time for me to get dressed to go out that night I didn't suddenly change my wardrobe and wear something totally unlike me like, god forbid, pastels. However, since it was a special occasion I decided to try a slightly different look. I figured one night un-goth wouldn't kill me.

I searched through all of my clothes, looking for the perfect thing, when I found them. A pair of black leather pants that hugged my body in what was in my opinion a very flattering way. Next I choose a spaghetti-strap top that left my midriff bare in a deep emerald color that brought out the green in my eyes. Next I slipped on a pair of black boots that added a couple inches of height but would be comfortable enough to dance in. When I was finished dressing, I went to the mirror to do my hair and makeup. I decided that instead of the usual hairstyle, I wouldn't straighten it, instead let it dry in its natural wave and fall around my face. Next my makeup. I gave a wistful look at the white base that I would normally wear, but decided to forgo it for this one day and go for a natural look with just a hint of eye shadow and lipstick.

When I was done, I took a look at myself in the mirror. Not to bad if I do say so myself. Black and green are definitely good colors for me, plus my body was in great physical condition thanks to all those grueling torture sessions with Logan (Training my ass, I think it was just another chance for the adults to work out their previously mentioned sadism/masochism.). I gave my appearance a last glance, and then headed out the door to go downstairs and see if everyone else was ready.

Kitty in her usual style (she's a motor mouth, plain and simple) had proceeded to invite just about everyone who was old enough, or had the fake I.D., to get in to the club. So besides the two of us, Kurt, Jean/Scott (I call them that because those two were always attached at the hip. Unfortunately it kind of negates my idea about the love child with Duncan, but it could be a ruse to throw us off.), Bobby, and Jubilee (the last two who were fast becoming another Jean/Scott only not as boring).

When I arrived downstairs I wasn't quite prepared for the reaction I got. I hadn't thought that it was that big of a change, but the way they gawked at me you would think that I had had a complete metamorphosis or something. I ignored the looks, and waited impatiently for Kitty and Jean to finally show up.

A few minutes later they finally made an appearance, and we all climbed into Jean's SUV (Which had been a present from the professor. Can you say teacher's pet?). I was jammed in the back between Kurt and Bobby, with Jubilee on his other side, and Kitty, Jean, and Scott (Who was driving, despite the fact that it was Jean's car. Damn male chauvinists!) were in the front.

Luckily the trip wasn't to long, so I only had to remain squashed in the back for around 15 minutes before we arrived at Bayville's one and only nightclub. As soon as the car was stopped, we opened the door and kind of erupted out into the parking lot. All of the girls began straightening their clothes and checking their makeup. When everyone was ready we made our way over to the doors and to the bouncer.

I managed to get there first and flashed my license and after examining it for a second waved me through. I waited while the others went through the same process with Kitty, Bobby, and Jubilee having to get the bracelets that let the bartenders know that they weren't old enough to drink (one of these days I would have to introduce them to the wonders of fake id's… on second thought, the thought of those three drunk was simply frightening).

When everyone was through, we went to find a table. Luckily there was one in the corner right by the dance floor that was large enough for all of us, so we made are way over to it. A waitress soon arrived at our table, and I immediately ordered three shots and a margarita. Kurt, Scott and Jean all ordered beers while the other three made do with some soft drinks. The waitress returned a few minutes later with a tray piled with drinks and deposited them on the table. I handed her the money for my drinks, then turned my attention back to the alcohol in front of me. I'm not normally a big drinker, but I'm capable of holding my own. And it was a special occasion… With that thought in mind I proceeded to toss the shots back in quick procession.

When I was done I noticed the others staring at me slack jawed. "What?!" I asked in annoyance. Like they'd never someone get drunk before? They looked away and mumbled 'nothing'. I sipped on my margarita and looked around the room, searching for some likely candidates to help enrich my 'education'. My gaze skimmed through the crowd, trying to pick on someone worthwhile. Unfortunately, it seemed to be all the usual customers that frequented the establishment, no one that really stood out.

With a sigh of disgust I turned my attention back to the drink in my hand and to my surprise found that it was almost empty. I looked around searching for the waitress but she was nowhere to be found. With a sigh, I stood up and walked over to the bar. I flashed a smile at the cute bartender, which he returned before coming over to get my order.

"What can I get for you?" It may have just been my imagination but it seemed that he was offering more than just drinks. Finally, someone with potential!

"I'll have one of those blue things with the umbrella and a Margarita." He flashed another slow smile before turning to make the drinks.

I was standing there waiting when a voice came from slightly behind me and to the right. "How about I buy you a drink?" The voice asked. I remained sitting there, not even bothering to look at the guy as I prepared a scathing retort (slightly slowed by my previous consumption) when another voice, this one from the left distracted me. "I think the petite would rather dance with me."

I spun around, ready to give the both of them a piece of my mind when I stopped short. I was staring at two very attractive, very familiar faces.

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If it seems a little forced, it was. I have the worst case of writer's block. But I'm trying to work around it. And I'm sure you all know who the two guys are.