Card Shark Chapter Two
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"Kitty! Ya killed the washin' machine! Kitty!" Rogue screamed later that night, as she just about entered the laundry room, to hear a boom.
"Sorry! I was just showing them how I can be in two places at once." Kitty said, her head and shoulders were protruding through the floor.
"What are ya walkin' on?"
"Bobby's ice." Kitty replied.
"Bobby doesn't have ice. He doesn't have enough money to buy a ring for 75 cents in the dispenser machine. WITHOUT 'Mutant tax'. Oh, that ice." Rouge sighed. Her pants were in the washing machine. The ones she was going to wear tonight, to meet Remy in. Not like she cared about Remy.
"Well, sorry about your pants. You could wear some of mine." Kitty's head suggested. "No. You're too small."
"Borrow Jean's jeans. She's more your size."
"Fahne. But fix this machine!" Rogue stormed out of the room to find Jean.
At 5:45, Rogue was waiting impatiently on the steps inside the institute. "I've got the camera ready so I can take a picture of my big sis's first date!" Kurt said, sliding down the banister.
"Kurt! Go away! Or do Ah have ta go on a date with ya too?"
"No! You don't have to do that! We just wanted to see you on your merry way." Kurt replied, sitting next to her.
"Yeah! Um. nice outfit." Bobby said, flanked by Ray, Roberto, Jamie, Rahne, Sam and Amara. Rogue was sitting pouting, wearing a pair of Jean's jeans, with a studded belt, her boots, and usual top.
"I don't really think it's you. No offence, Rogue." Amara said, sitting next to Rogue.
"Ah don't either. But since Kitty short-circuited the washing machine, Ah have no choice but to wear them. And Ah think Ah should thank Bobby as well." Rogue said, looking at Bobby.
"Sorry. I didn't know it would ruin your date with your I Boyfriend /I" Bobby said, hitting the word boyfriend.
"Knock it Bobby. I know that you like Amanda, but she's Kurt's anyway." Amara laughed, as Bobby turned a bright red.
"Ets all right. She es very pretty." Kurt laughed right along side them. At exactly 6, the door bell rang, and Kurt sat up.
"I'll get et." He said, as he teleported to the door and opened it. "Hello and welcome to mutant mansion. Your future bride is waiting for you on the steps. And I need to take a picture to put on the wall of zhe un- believable." Kurt said as Remy stepped through the door.
"Shoo ya newbies!" Rogue said, shooing Amara, Bobby, Sam, Jamie, Ray, Rahne and Roberto out. Rogue then walked over to Remy just as Kurt shot the picture. "Kurt! Ah'm going to kill you when Ah get back!" Rogue yelled at the spot where Kurt had just been.
"Well then, mon cherie, shall we go?" Remy asked, putting his hand around Rogue's waist.
"First off, no touchin'. It could result in your death, and Ah'm not kiddin'." Rogue said, as he opened up for the door of his BMW for her to get in.
"Oui. Remy understands. Second off?" Remy asked, as he stepped in the other side.
"Second off. ah. um. er... Ah order what Ah want, and that's it." She said.
"Oui."
"Rogue, so you are from Mississippi, oui?" He asked a little while later in the drive.
"Yah. What's it to ya?"
"Just that Remy was wondering if you have ever head Mississippi mud pie. They have the best at Le Amor."
"Yeah. I love it. Ah don't make it often thou."
"Oh. Well. We're here." The ride had gone very fast as Remy pulled up to the valet parking, and hopped out of the door. He then walked to Rogue's side, and opened the door for her. They then walked into the restaurant.
"And then, Kitty walked through the washin' machine! So that's why Ah'm wearin' Jean's pants! You know Jean, right? She has telekinesis. Which means you can move chairs and stuff with ya MIND! How cool is that?" Rogue asked very drunkenly after her fifth glass of wine, over some mud-pie.
"Yes. Very. Rogue. Remy thinks he should be getting you home. You seem a little. drunk." Remy said, gently.
"Right." Hiccup. "Home. Home, home on the range! Where the deer and the antelope play! Where seldom is heard, a discouragin' word, and the sky's are not cloudy all day!" Rogue sang off key. Hiccup. Remy tossed $150 on the table, and held Rogue's waist as they walked to the door. He tossed his ticket to the valet.
"Be quick about it." He muttered.
"Quick. I knew a guy who was quick. Really really fast. But he's Magneto's son. Magneto is the bad guy!" Hiccup. Rogue giggled.
"Here's your car mister. You better get her home. She looks drunk." The valet said, getting out of the car.
"She is you idiot." Remy said, putting Rogue in the seat and buckling her in. "Rogue. Remy needs your help here. It's raining, and your drunk, traffic is slow, and it's half an hour until the institute. Can you try to not cause trouble mon cherie?" Rogue nodded, or he thought she did.
"Look at all the pretty lights. Wheeeee!" Remy put his head in his hands. He really did like Rogue, but not when she's drunk.
"Rogue. your friends at the institute are going to kill Remy when he shows up with you drunk."
"Ah'm tired. Can Ah go sleepy sleep now?" She asked, half out of it.
"Fine. Rogue, Remy loves you." He said, as she put her head on his shoulder.
"I love you too." Hiccup. Bleeeeeeeeeh. Rogue had just thrown up all over the back seat. "Oopsie daisy!"
"It's all right mon cherie. Just go to sleep. It's all right." He knew not to trust that she said that she loved him. She was drunk. But he half hoped it was true. Rogue soon fell asleep on his shoulder. It was kind of romantic, he though as he drove through the busy streets to the institute.
"What did you do to Rogue?!?" Jean demanded when Remy knocked at the front door at midnight with Rogue in his arms.
"Remy did not do anything. He swears it." He said, walking into the institute.
"Then what happened?" Scott asked, appearing next to Jean.
"Remy do not know how it happened, but she got a hold of wine. If that gives you any idea. He is terribly sorry. He truly did not mean for this to happen in the least." He said, looking a bit sad.
"Well, don't just stand there! We've got to get her to bed." Jean said. Remy took a step forward toward the couch.
"Not you. Give her to me. I'll take her to her room. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you." Scott said, stepping in front of Remy.
"Yes. It would be better for you to take her." Remy said, as he put Rogue in Scott's arms.
"But when she wakes up, give her this." He handed Jean a letter addressed to Rogue. Jean nodded, and Scott turned to go. "Wait." Scott turned around. Remy leaned over Rogue and kissed her on the lips, for one second too long. He stumbled backwards.
"Didn't she warn you? She can't touch anyone. Good seeing you then." Scott said, as Jean lead Remy out the door, and closed it behind him. "Jean, Rogue looks bad. Do you think you could get the memory out of her? It looks pretty bad." Jean nodded, and put her hands to her temple.
"Oh my God! Scott! You know how she said she had seen him before?" Scott nodded. "Well, I know where from! He's one of Magento's henchmen! The memory is when he first saw Rogue. Not at school, but during the epic battle sequence in which the world found out we existed! Rogue ran into him, and he gave her an exploding card. Remy Labeau is Gambit! And I bet this is exploding too!" Jean gasped.
"Open it and find out. I'm going to bring her to bed." Scott said, as Jean sat on the couch and opened the letter. Just a plane letter. Nothing suspicious. Jean sighed, she didn't like Remy. She knew it from the minute she saw him. But now, to give Rogue the letter. or not? She would want to know. Jean frowned, and fallowed Scott to Rogue's room.
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A/N
Heyo! I realized I did a REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY bad job on Remy's accent. Will change this in next chapter. Ooer.
Disclamer:See previous.
~ASGT, who is chewing gum.
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"Kitty! Ya killed the washin' machine! Kitty!" Rogue screamed later that night, as she just about entered the laundry room, to hear a boom.
"Sorry! I was just showing them how I can be in two places at once." Kitty said, her head and shoulders were protruding through the floor.
"What are ya walkin' on?"
"Bobby's ice." Kitty replied.
"Bobby doesn't have ice. He doesn't have enough money to buy a ring for 75 cents in the dispenser machine. WITHOUT 'Mutant tax'. Oh, that ice." Rouge sighed. Her pants were in the washing machine. The ones she was going to wear tonight, to meet Remy in. Not like she cared about Remy.
"Well, sorry about your pants. You could wear some of mine." Kitty's head suggested. "No. You're too small."
"Borrow Jean's jeans. She's more your size."
"Fahne. But fix this machine!" Rogue stormed out of the room to find Jean.
At 5:45, Rogue was waiting impatiently on the steps inside the institute. "I've got the camera ready so I can take a picture of my big sis's first date!" Kurt said, sliding down the banister.
"Kurt! Go away! Or do Ah have ta go on a date with ya too?"
"No! You don't have to do that! We just wanted to see you on your merry way." Kurt replied, sitting next to her.
"Yeah! Um. nice outfit." Bobby said, flanked by Ray, Roberto, Jamie, Rahne, Sam and Amara. Rogue was sitting pouting, wearing a pair of Jean's jeans, with a studded belt, her boots, and usual top.
"I don't really think it's you. No offence, Rogue." Amara said, sitting next to Rogue.
"Ah don't either. But since Kitty short-circuited the washing machine, Ah have no choice but to wear them. And Ah think Ah should thank Bobby as well." Rogue said, looking at Bobby.
"Sorry. I didn't know it would ruin your date with your I Boyfriend /I" Bobby said, hitting the word boyfriend.
"Knock it Bobby. I know that you like Amanda, but she's Kurt's anyway." Amara laughed, as Bobby turned a bright red.
"Ets all right. She es very pretty." Kurt laughed right along side them. At exactly 6, the door bell rang, and Kurt sat up.
"I'll get et." He said, as he teleported to the door and opened it. "Hello and welcome to mutant mansion. Your future bride is waiting for you on the steps. And I need to take a picture to put on the wall of zhe un- believable." Kurt said as Remy stepped through the door.
"Shoo ya newbies!" Rogue said, shooing Amara, Bobby, Sam, Jamie, Ray, Rahne and Roberto out. Rogue then walked over to Remy just as Kurt shot the picture. "Kurt! Ah'm going to kill you when Ah get back!" Rogue yelled at the spot where Kurt had just been.
"Well then, mon cherie, shall we go?" Remy asked, putting his hand around Rogue's waist.
"First off, no touchin'. It could result in your death, and Ah'm not kiddin'." Rogue said, as he opened up for the door of his BMW for her to get in.
"Oui. Remy understands. Second off?" Remy asked, as he stepped in the other side.
"Second off. ah. um. er... Ah order what Ah want, and that's it." She said.
"Oui."
"Rogue, so you are from Mississippi, oui?" He asked a little while later in the drive.
"Yah. What's it to ya?"
"Just that Remy was wondering if you have ever head Mississippi mud pie. They have the best at Le Amor."
"Yeah. I love it. Ah don't make it often thou."
"Oh. Well. We're here." The ride had gone very fast as Remy pulled up to the valet parking, and hopped out of the door. He then walked to Rogue's side, and opened the door for her. They then walked into the restaurant.
"And then, Kitty walked through the washin' machine! So that's why Ah'm wearin' Jean's pants! You know Jean, right? She has telekinesis. Which means you can move chairs and stuff with ya MIND! How cool is that?" Rogue asked very drunkenly after her fifth glass of wine, over some mud-pie.
"Yes. Very. Rogue. Remy thinks he should be getting you home. You seem a little. drunk." Remy said, gently.
"Right." Hiccup. "Home. Home, home on the range! Where the deer and the antelope play! Where seldom is heard, a discouragin' word, and the sky's are not cloudy all day!" Rogue sang off key. Hiccup. Remy tossed $150 on the table, and held Rogue's waist as they walked to the door. He tossed his ticket to the valet.
"Be quick about it." He muttered.
"Quick. I knew a guy who was quick. Really really fast. But he's Magneto's son. Magneto is the bad guy!" Hiccup. Rogue giggled.
"Here's your car mister. You better get her home. She looks drunk." The valet said, getting out of the car.
"She is you idiot." Remy said, putting Rogue in the seat and buckling her in. "Rogue. Remy needs your help here. It's raining, and your drunk, traffic is slow, and it's half an hour until the institute. Can you try to not cause trouble mon cherie?" Rogue nodded, or he thought she did.
"Look at all the pretty lights. Wheeeee!" Remy put his head in his hands. He really did like Rogue, but not when she's drunk.
"Rogue. your friends at the institute are going to kill Remy when he shows up with you drunk."
"Ah'm tired. Can Ah go sleepy sleep now?" She asked, half out of it.
"Fine. Rogue, Remy loves you." He said, as she put her head on his shoulder.
"I love you too." Hiccup. Bleeeeeeeeeh. Rogue had just thrown up all over the back seat. "Oopsie daisy!"
"It's all right mon cherie. Just go to sleep. It's all right." He knew not to trust that she said that she loved him. She was drunk. But he half hoped it was true. Rogue soon fell asleep on his shoulder. It was kind of romantic, he though as he drove through the busy streets to the institute.
"What did you do to Rogue?!?" Jean demanded when Remy knocked at the front door at midnight with Rogue in his arms.
"Remy did not do anything. He swears it." He said, walking into the institute.
"Then what happened?" Scott asked, appearing next to Jean.
"Remy do not know how it happened, but she got a hold of wine. If that gives you any idea. He is terribly sorry. He truly did not mean for this to happen in the least." He said, looking a bit sad.
"Well, don't just stand there! We've got to get her to bed." Jean said. Remy took a step forward toward the couch.
"Not you. Give her to me. I'll take her to her room. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you." Scott said, stepping in front of Remy.
"Yes. It would be better for you to take her." Remy said, as he put Rogue in Scott's arms.
"But when she wakes up, give her this." He handed Jean a letter addressed to Rogue. Jean nodded, and Scott turned to go. "Wait." Scott turned around. Remy leaned over Rogue and kissed her on the lips, for one second too long. He stumbled backwards.
"Didn't she warn you? She can't touch anyone. Good seeing you then." Scott said, as Jean lead Remy out the door, and closed it behind him. "Jean, Rogue looks bad. Do you think you could get the memory out of her? It looks pretty bad." Jean nodded, and put her hands to her temple.
"Oh my God! Scott! You know how she said she had seen him before?" Scott nodded. "Well, I know where from! He's one of Magento's henchmen! The memory is when he first saw Rogue. Not at school, but during the epic battle sequence in which the world found out we existed! Rogue ran into him, and he gave her an exploding card. Remy Labeau is Gambit! And I bet this is exploding too!" Jean gasped.
"Open it and find out. I'm going to bring her to bed." Scott said, as Jean sat on the couch and opened the letter. Just a plane letter. Nothing suspicious. Jean sighed, she didn't like Remy. She knew it from the minute she saw him. But now, to give Rogue the letter. or not? She would want to know. Jean frowned, and fallowed Scott to Rogue's room.
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A/N
Heyo! I realized I did a REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY bad job on Remy's accent. Will change this in next chapter. Ooer.
Disclamer:See previous.
~ASGT, who is chewing gum.
