Chapter 3: We Meet Again

            By Friday, things in the Mansion were almost back to normal.  Rogue was feeling better by Thursday and seemed to have forgotten the events of everything in the past few months.  When Professor Xavier and Logan left for Muir Island, it left Ororo and Hank in the Mansion.

            Rogue and Kitty both meant to have an eleven o'clock curfew that night pretended to go to bed to have an early night, and when they got to their room, they locked the door, and rushed to get ready quickly to go to Asylum, the nightclub they'd been to before.

            Kitty scoured through Rogue's part of the wardrobe, "what can I borrow of yours that would actually fit?" she asked.

            "Hardly anything that wouldn't look weird on you, you have barely any hips," Rogue stated, "try the skirt, it has an elastic waist," Rogue picked out a black satin skirt that had an elastic waist, she handed it to Kitty, "and this," Rogue picked out a purple mesh top.

            Kitty rushed to pull on the clothes quickly, "Okay, so how are we going to avoid getting caught when we leave?"

            Rogue paused for a moment.  "Good point.  Uhm…" she looked to the window, "we're going out the window anyway, but there are security cameras on the roof," Rogue pulled on a black leather shirt that hugged her curves in every which way, she pulled on matching pants a moment later.

            "So…?" Kitty asked.

            "The cameras on the roof point out the way, if you phase through the roof and run your hand through the two main ones on this side of the building – short circuiting them - then we should be able to get out without the cameras seeing us leave…"

            "Good idea," Kitty pulled on a pair of black boots, "Rogue, you won't get too drunk, will you?" she asked worriedly, "I know you couldn't completely have had those sedatives out of your system yet, I dunno if its such a good idea if you even drink tonight."

            "Don't worry, I won't," Rogue began retouching her makeup quickly, then applied Kitty's similarly.  Kitty grabbed a hold of Rogue's arm and phased through the ceiling, pulling Rogue up with her.

            "Which camera's?" Kitty whispered, trying to walk quietly, to avoid anyone else on the third floor hearing their footsteps on the roof.

            Rogue floated up into the air to avoid the heels of her platform boots being heard clicking on the slates of the roof, "there and there," She pointed.

            Kitty did as she was told – phasing her hands through the cameras short circuited them, small sparks were seen a moment later, and the little red lights that indicated they had been running died out.  Kitty smirked, "we are so bad!"

            Rogue giggled, "I know," she grabbed Kitty under her arms and yanked her off the roof, flowing through the air.

            Kitty looked down, "woo, I feel kinda sick…" she made a face.

            "Don't look then…"

            Kitty closed her eyes, "do you ever feel queasy when you fly?"

            "Nope, I guess I'm used to it by now," Rogue stated.

            The flight was several times faster than taking a car or bike would have ever been.  And soon, they found themselves on the roof of Asylum, and phasing down into an attic area, and then down into a small unoccupied hallway, which was for staff only.  They found the door leading into the main part of the nightclub.

            "Wow, its busy tonight!" Kitty yelled over the loud music, she could feel the drums and bass from the loudspeakers at the DJs booth vibrating on the floor under her feet, she smirked a little.

            "What's your poison?" Rogue asked, heading towards the bar.

            "Soda…"

            "Oh come ON, this was your idea to come here!" Rogue gaped, "You're not just gonna have a soda!"

            Kitty chewed her lip, "Okay, something simple then…"

            "Fine, a beer," Rogue nodded.

            Kitty waited in an unoccupied spot, the place was so busy, people were shoving each other to get by.  Five minutes later, Rogue appeared with the drinks, Rogue had a very long tall glass with a frosty looking liquid inside, and a bottle of Budweiser for Kitty.  Rogue handed her the beer. 

            Kitty took one sip, and made a face at the taste, "how does Wolverine DRINK this shit?"

            "I have no idea…" Rogue sipped her drink from a thin straw.

            "What are you drinking?" Kitty queried.

            "Long vodka," Rogue answered, she glanced across the dance hall.  She could not believe her eyes, "Oh…my god…"

            Kitty was confused for a moment, then looked into the direction Rogue was glancing over to, "what is it…?" She asked, but then her eyes fell upon a very familiar looking young man.  He had on sunglasses, and a black bandana with a white pattern upon it, a black t-shirt, and leather pants.  He was holding a beer, and leaning against the bar, chatting with a barmaid.  "Hey isn't that…"

            "Remy…" Rogue's blood boiled.

            "You never told me what happened," Kitty admitted, sipping her foul tasting beer again.

            "Long story," Rogue stated, "I'm gonna go talk to him," she tossed her straw on the floor and downed her drink in one go, for courage, then she stated, "I'll be right back…"

            Rogue held her breath, she really wanted to kill him then and there, but at the same time she'd never been more glad to see him.  She walked slowly and steadily, through tons of people, pushing and shoving, and reached the bar.  She tapped his arm with her gloved fingers.

            Remy turned and looked at her, and seemed surprised, behind his sunglasses, she could tell his eyes were right upon hers. "We meet again," he faked a very bad French accent.

            "What are you doin' here, you told the Professor you were goin' to New Orleans," she said loudly.

            Remy looked at her, "Chere, surprisin' to see you here," he stated, he acted as if the last week had never happened.  As if last Friday had never happened.  Rogue felt her blood boil hotter than before.

            "You never even KNEW about this place before you knew me," Rogue folded her arms.

            "Can I buy you a drink?" he queried, "perhaps we should talk."

            "Long vodka," Rogue stated, figuring she'd need another drink just to put up with the man one second longer, "and what's there to talk about?"

            "You here alone?" Remy asked, he turned to the barmaid nearby and ordered Rogue her drink.

            "No, I'm with Kitty.  My FRIEND," Rogue stated, "and you, I assume you're here on a date with your next fling."

            "Man's gotta get laid," Remy joked, but then looked at the seriousness of her expression, "okay, so I came here for a night of drinking.  I was hoping you'd be here…"

            "I only came here once."

            "Something told me you'd be here tonight," Remy received Rogue's drink, and paid for it, he handed Rogue her Long vodka.

            "Have you been following me?" Rogue queried.

            "Would it bother you if I was?" He asked, he took a swig of his beer, it dangled between his bare fingers carelessly.

            Rogue glanced over her shoulder and looked at Kitty, who seemed to be receiving sweet talk from a guy who looked far too old to be sweet talking a sixteen year old girl, Kitty glanced back at Rogue as if to plead for help.

            "Remy…I…I have to go, its not fair to Kitty that I stand here and talk to you…"

            "Fine, but you need me, I'll be right here," he gestured to the bar.

            Rogue left him, guilty, she wanted to say so many things to him, that she loved him, that she hated him, that she wanted him to come back to the mansion, and that she never wanted to see him again, so many contradictions and confusions in her head.  She approached Kitty and the man who appeared to be in his early thirties.

            "Leave her alone," Rogue warned, looking at the guy.

            Kitty looked relieved to see Rogue.

            "Or what?" The guy asked, he was leaning against the wall right in at both of the girls.

            "You don't wanna mess with her," Kitty gestured to Rogue.

            "Maybe I do…" the guy, who was blonde and had quite bad skin, leaned closer to Rogue, "How bout we all go back to my place for a little fuckfest, huh?"

            Rogue, feeling particularly brave just for the fact she knew she had more strength in one finger than he had in his entire body, decided to go for it and reveal just how much this man did NOT want to mess with a mutant.  She swung her hand downwards and clamped her hand hard on his groin, and gripped with all her might.  The man let out a cry, and his face seemed to go a strange purple colour.

            Kitty gaped, "Oh my god…" she laughed.

            Rogue looked at the guy right in the eyes, "do you REALLY wanna mess with me now?"

            The man could barely answer, with his groin in a vice like grip of the hand of a girl who had the strength of what seemed like a hundred men to him, he could barely even squeal in pain.

            Rogue let go of him, and shoved him, "get the fuck out of our faces," she stated, and watched him limp away holding himself.

            "Oh my god, Rogue that was SO amazing!" Kitty said excitedly.  "My Hero!" Kitty gushed jokingly.

            Rogue laughed, "ok, maybe having Miss Marvel's powers isn't as bad as I thought it would be.  She glanced over to Remy from across the hallway, he was watching them both.

            "What'd he say to you?" Kitty asked, she sipped her beer.

            "He got me this drink," Rogue held her up her drink, "I think he wants to talk."
            "So why are you standing here?" Kitty asked, "go talk to him then."

            "But I can't just leave you," Rogue reminded.

            "Rogue, I'm a you know what," Kitty stated, she didn't want to use the word mutant in a public place in case several of the nightclub patrons might be anti-mutant.  "I'll be fine."

            "Okay, I…won't be long though," Rogue assured, she headed back off in the direction of Remy.

            "Ah, we meet again," Remy feigned a strong French accent once again.

            "Cut the crap.  What did you want to talk about?" Rogue asked, she sipped her drink, she could already feel the effects of the first drink giving her head a very light feeling.

            Remy ordered another beer and another Long Vodka, "come with me," he stated, he led her over to a quiet table away in the back, and they sat down, Remy put the Long Vodka in front of her.

            Rogue sat down quietly.

            "I missed you," Remy stated.

            "Remy, I don't need to hear this," she sipped her drink.

            "I know I was wrong, I know I was an asshole, I know I did the worst thing in the world and I'm sorry, I truly am, but I'm willing to make it up with you – if you just ask me for anything, and I'll give it to you," he stated to work on the fresh beer.

            Rogue finished her Long Vodka, "How?"

            "Anything you want," he stated, "just…don't shut me out, I can't go back to New Orleans, I was going to but then I spoke to Bella Donna on the phone, she's talking about wanting to get pregnant right away and have kids…I'm nineteen, I don't want kids, especially with a girl I don't love…"

            Rogue sighed, "seems like you just want to be here 'cause its convenient for you."

            "Nothing is convenient for me," Remy pointed out, "I like a girl who I can't touch or kiss – and its killin' me inside."

            "Like or Love," Rogue stated bluntly.

            "You know the answer to that one," Remy stated. 

            Rogue started to drink the next Long Vodka, her head swimming, "Jesus, you're layin' it thick on tonight, LeBeau," she stated.

            "You know how I feel 'bout you, you saw it in my thoughts when we kissed."

            "I like to pretend that never happened," Rogue stated, "this last week I've been a mess, and it was because of you."

            "I didn't want any of that to happen, why do you think I kept it a secret all this time…" Remy sighed, "I am not proud of what I did…"

            "Are you asking for forgiveness?" Rogue demanded.

            "Yes," Remy stated.  "I am."

            "You know I can't forgive you," Rogue stood up, picking up her drink.

            "Then let me try to make it up to you somehow…" he looked at her desperately, "please…"

            "Nothing you could do could ever make it up to me, Remy…" Rogue sighed, and left him sitting alone at the table with his beer.