Disclaimer: Yeah, I stupidly promised Marvel my soul for the use of their characters. Oh well, wasn't using it anyway...
In case the title didn't give it away, this comes after Best Laid Plans ch. 1: Pink. Rogue and Jubilee are at Harry's Hideaway.
Best Laid Plans
Ch. 2: Bar return
Rogue looked across the table at Jubilee "Ya'll right shugah?"
"Yesh"
"If'n yah was you would'n be speaken to me like that."
"I'm okay, I am"
"No more drinkin, yah here me?"
"Yes mom"
"Gal...you gonna have such a head on yah tomorrow, then we aint never gonna finish plannin our weddin!"
"'Bout that Rogue...you think we doing the right thing?"
"Course ah do! Remy may be a swamp rat but I love him! Why? Somethin wrong with Logan?"
"Always, but I love him anyway! But will he be happy with me?"
"He better!"
"Okay"...thud
"Jubilee? Come on gal, you aint had that many! Sigh" Rogue pays Harry, owner of Harry's Hideaway, and sling the now unconscious Jubilee over her shoulder. "I'll get us home gal, don worry. Good thing neither one of us drove huh?" She flies off into the night.
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"I be worried frere Wolverine, de be gone long time neh?"
"Yeah"
"You tink de be coming back?"
"Relax cajun, they won't ditch us. What are you worried about anyway? You've gone through all this before"
"Dis be diffrent, I be in love dis time."
"Good, there they are, walking up the drive."
"Rogue chere? What's wrong?"
"NOT SO DAMN LOUD SWAMP RAT! MAH HEAD HURTS!"
Wolverine stalks towards Rogue, "Here let me take her".
"Shore thing shugah, she got a little drunk..."
"And why did you walk home?"
"I flew 'bout half way, but then ah couldn't stay straight..."
"Thank you for getting her home Rogue. I'll get her to bed" Wolverine walks off, tenderly cradling his burden.
"Well chere, Gambit sorry about the pink thing, and he was gonna offer wine as a peace offerin, but you beat him to de "punch" neh?"
"Remy, I'm gonna kill you in de mornin..."
"Dis is de mornin chere."
"Next mornin. I'm goin to bed!"
"I be right der chere"
"Yeah Remy"
"After I cancel dat pink champagne..."
"I changed mah mind, ah'll kill yah now.."
"Den who you marry eh?"
"I don't know...Bobby Drake!" Rogue stomps off into the house.
"Chere! Chere! You don mean dat neh? Chere? Rogue?" Gambit frantically follows her.