A/n: I need reviews! I hope that everyone who wanted a sequel finds this
story..cause, I'm working my butt off to give you a sequel, lol, so, YOU
BETTER ENJOY IT! And review!
REVIEW!! please...
Ok, here we go
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The bar was dingy. It was filled with faintly lit over head lamps and old neon signs. The light washed over Rogue, giving her a feeling of suspicion, of doubt.
She held her purse tightly to her side and stealthy slid on her black leather gloves. She was in pretty good control of her power now, but she didn't want to take any chances.
The seasoned bikers looked at her warily; she defiantly didn't look like she belonged in this bar.
She had worn her knee length fawn skirt and the same colored sports jacket over a white blouse. She wanted to look professional, and to make a statement to him.
This is me now, I'm happy, I'm successful. You didn't affect me at all.
Her eyes searched the crowd for him; he had told her to meet him here.
She sat gracefully down at the bar, placing her purse primly in her lap.
The bartender looked down at her laughingly, and she could understand why. She looked like a second grade teacher that had mysteriously appeared in this bar.
"I'll have a gin and tonic please," Rogue asked politely when the bartender came over to her, "And, if it's not too much trouble, can you tell me where the Iceman is sitting?"
The bartender nodded pointedly to the right of her before disappearing to fetch her drink.
Rogue looked over slowly, dreading the sight she might see. At the very edge of the bar, a man sat, nursing a martini. His right arm was in a sling and his clothing was rumpled and mismatched. His hair was hidden by a Bluejays baseball cap, but his eyes were still visible. They were ice cold blue. There was no doubt about it, that man was Bobby.
********************* A/n: ok, I must go to bed..but in order for me to keep writing.YOU MUST REVIEW!! get it? Ok! That was short I know, they will be longer.JUST REVIEW!
The bar was dingy. It was filled with faintly lit over head lamps and old neon signs. The light washed over Rogue, giving her a feeling of suspicion, of doubt.
She held her purse tightly to her side and stealthy slid on her black leather gloves. She was in pretty good control of her power now, but she didn't want to take any chances.
The seasoned bikers looked at her warily; she defiantly didn't look like she belonged in this bar.
She had worn her knee length fawn skirt and the same colored sports jacket over a white blouse. She wanted to look professional, and to make a statement to him.
This is me now, I'm happy, I'm successful. You didn't affect me at all.
Her eyes searched the crowd for him; he had told her to meet him here.
She sat gracefully down at the bar, placing her purse primly in her lap.
The bartender looked down at her laughingly, and she could understand why. She looked like a second grade teacher that had mysteriously appeared in this bar.
"I'll have a gin and tonic please," Rogue asked politely when the bartender came over to her, "And, if it's not too much trouble, can you tell me where the Iceman is sitting?"
The bartender nodded pointedly to the right of her before disappearing to fetch her drink.
Rogue looked over slowly, dreading the sight she might see. At the very edge of the bar, a man sat, nursing a martini. His right arm was in a sling and his clothing was rumpled and mismatched. His hair was hidden by a Bluejays baseball cap, but his eyes were still visible. They were ice cold blue. There was no doubt about it, that man was Bobby.
********************* A/n: ok, I must go to bed..but in order for me to keep writing.YOU MUST REVIEW!! get it? Ok! That was short I know, they will be longer.JUST REVIEW!
