HEy all!
I made two mistakes. One was in chapter five, where I forgot to maention Rogue dyed the tips of Jean's hair green. I fixed it. I also added a line tot eh end of hte previous chapter. I've been grounded,s orry 'bout the delays.
REVIEWS!
Seven-I'm glad you like my story. Tehy do get along really well don't they. I've become the epitome of Romyness. God that's gonna bloat my ego. I would write more, but I'm short on time. sorry beb. next time! Oh, and I can comiserate about needing rcoup time. THis is a shameless, but small plug for Future SHock. I finished manually writing it out, but typing ti out is just like writin it again. I'm in for a bit of depression. Ah well.
Goldylocks-I'm glad of your aproval or Mystique's mommy skills. ROmance all the way bebe. glad you like it!
Ish-I would love to write a whole lot to you, but sadly I'm pressed for time. so, Blog, Smorkfufle, and pigglywiggly for now darling.
Rogue LeBeau-While the dress is pretty conservative, it's not as stark as Mystique would like. You'll see what I mena. Thanks for the review!
Carla-Isn't cheerful evilness fun to read? Glad you like it.
Eileen-I love Mystique too. SHe's in this one a lot. That is a very sweet idea. Aww. Now I'll writee a fic featuring that scene. Aww. Thanks for the plot bunny Eileen.
Miranda-He could steal soemthing from Shaekspear, or he could just be himself. I like him as him. Oh, and yes, he could steal it very easily. But who reads that crap?
Discalimer
goes here.
***
Later that night Jean was sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her shorter and glistening hair. After Rogue had dyed the ends green, She'd gotten a very chic haircut. Jean had to admit she actually liked the change. After going shoe shopping to cure her bithcy impulses Jean had felt strangly fine aboutt he whole episode.
She shook her head and looked and looked backa t her mirror. Not a hair was out of place, so she pulled out a longish dark grey a line shirt and a pastel green buttn down shirt. She pulled on comfy shoes and started pacing her room, very excited about the prospect of going out alone with Scott. It would definitly be a night to remember.
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Rogue was zonked out on her bed, her hair air drying while she got some much needed zs. Then her alarm clock went off. She blearily tried to knock it on the floor but remembered why she'd set it in the first place and shot out of bed. Then she realized how stupid she must have looked. But then she remembered there was no one watching her anyway.
She ran to her closet to pull out the dress er and Risty had bought. It was shortish, coming down about half an inch higher than her usual skirts. It was dead black,a dn hada jack covering the sleeveless but high backed body of the dress. Rogue tossed the jacket onto her chair, having no intention of ever wearing it. She remembered buying the dress with Risty.
(flashback)
"Please just cover up a littel bit! God, he's already a man-whore, you don't have to do very much to get him excited." [He should be happy oyu're even going out with him. One of these days I'm going to sterilize that boy. Sooner thatn latter if he breaks up with Rogue. Bastard. Horny, oversexed bastard. Rat freaking bastard. . .]
Rogue rolled her eyes. "You're actin' like a mothah. Not my mothah mind you, but a mother."
Raven got antoher stab of guilt but handed Rogue a very sensible, if a little short, dress with a jacket with shoulder pads. Always a good sign. Rogue rolled her eyes, but went intot eh dressign room to show Risty that she'd look like a grandma in the dress. She almost didn't catch her eye in the mirror before putting on the jacket. But when she did, she decided her and Risty could compromise.
(End flashback)
Rogeu brushed out her hair, realzing it was a littel curly from being air dried. Decidign Remy would probably make some remark about it, Rogue started to wet her hair down. But before she started, she decided he could sit by himself if he was going to be an ass. Beside that, he might not notice. Guys are weird like that.
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Remy was in his room, basically trying to figure out someway to get some form of transportation. Scott had the car, the girls had one van at the mall, and the other van was m.i.a. along with Amara, who had decided to save the mall for last, and Ororo, who was supervising whatever she was doing.
So he was stuck doing the pedestrian thing. Which bugged the living shit out of him. But it appeared he was s.o.l. on the transport front, since a cab would be way too expensive, and he couldn't pay witha credit card.
He was wondering how big a deal Rogue would make out of 'borrowing' transport when he looked at his clock. He cursed and ran into the bathroom, still in his crappy jeans and t-shirt.
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Scott and Jean were standing outside of a very fancy restaurant, feeling a little under-dressed. Scott had on dark blue pants and a subdued red sweater, even though he was roasting to death. He'd momentarily forgotten it was spring break.
"Looks nice Scott. You really picked a good place." Jean said, while htey walke dup to the maitre d'.
"Name?"
"Summers. For two."
The man looked down at his list. "You're early. I'll have to ask you to wait. Feel free to wait at the bar."
Scott gave Jean an spologetic smile. "Sorry, I forgot they moved it back to accomidate some big party or other."
Jean shrugged ehr shoulders. "It's okay Scott, how long could the party take?"
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Rogue was sitting in the lobby counting the floor tiles whena slightly out of breath, and still not completely blow dried Remy walked in. She gave him a look that clearly sadi, 'smooth move Romeo.' He smiled and she shook her head.
"Sorry 'm late. Di'n't know what t' wear." He joked, motioning to his clothes, "But in de ed it worked out okay."
Rogeu amiled in spite of herself, secretly still a little irked htat he could make her laugh when she had every right to kick his ass. Well, pretty much every right. SHe shook her head again, this time to get her mind to focus. She wsa still very sleep deprived after all.
"You don't clean up so bad. Ya might even pass fo' good lookin' if ya stay out of the light." Rogue said, giving Remy a loook that dared him to respond to that. So of course he did.
"Guess I deserved that one. Never be late for a date agian, 'less I do the same thing again. As for lookin' cute in de dark, t'ink I'd be okay with stayin' out of the light if you'll sit in the dark with me."
"Okay, that was sweet, horney and kinda creepy all in one. So, exactly where are we goin'? We don't exactly have transport."
"I have no idea. But it's still a littel while until our reservation, adn the tables are never ready on time, so we can figure it out. Worst comes t' worst, we wak there and I feel like crap for a while."
Rogue laughed a little. "The great Remy LeBeau, forced out of his routine by Scott, the mall, an' lord knows what Amara an' Ororo are doin'. As fo' walkin', " Rogue motioned to her polished (yes, she did tae teh effort to do it herself) boots. " Ah think Ah'll be okay."
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The bar was very high end, butt hen again, so was the whole building. There was only one other person at the bar, a man who did a double take when Scott and Jean walked over, a little leary about the whole bar thing, but Scott couldn't stand outsdie in his sweater for very long.
St. John watched the two X-men with amusement. Turns out fancy restaurants are easy to sneak into if you have very little pride and a lonley woman thinks you're the epitome of manliness. St. John was more than happy to get a free meal out of anyone, especially someone who thought he was sexy. IT was definitly good for his ego.
Currently his 'date' was passed out from drinking too much wine laced, without her knowing it, with tequila. So he was free to hit on anyone he wanted in his never ending search to have a sugar mama/daddy worth hanging around for a while. SO far the bar tender ad aske dhim if he was going to pay for his drinks, but he was pretty sure his cash cow, or bull, was stting in there somewhere. IN the process he gt kinda drunk.
A very tastefully dressed man sat next to St. John, and lit a ciagertte. John perked up and wsa focusing ont eh guy, until he saw the cigarette tip. There were only two things that could drive money and sex out of John's mind, and they were fire, and foreign film. fier because he was obsesed with it, and foreign film becasue he went brain dead just thinking about watching one.
Sh he started to play with the fire. the amn threw his cigarette, and it just happened to land on St. John's date's puddle of tequila and wine. the carpet caught on fire, and John formed it into a fractal looking shape. Did I say sort of drunk? Strike that, make it very drunk.
Scott looked over at the raopidly spreading fire nad saw the woamn lying passed out very clopse to it and the manic expression on St. John's face. Instantly Scott told Jean who used her t.k. to lift he woman away fromteh fire.
By this time the bartender ahd pulled out the fire extinguisher, adn was attemptign to subdue the flames. Then the sprinkler system went off, soaking everyone in the restaurant. It was quickly evacuated and closed.
Scott and Jean were in teh car, watching the rich people bitch about the fire to the the manger, the maitre d' having run for his life long ago.
"Well, that was inerresting." Jena said. "Want to watch a movie back at the hotel?"
Scott started the car's engine. "Sure. But let's do it in one of the conference rooms or something. Ms. Munroe will think we're going to. . .you know if we're in the rooms."
"Agreed."
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Remy and Rogue looked up when Scott and Jean's car rolled into the parking lot. They still had no idea about transportation, and it was almost time for their reservation. Remy silently thanked whatever twist of fate had delivered the car to him.
Scott and Jean got out, and Rogue immediatly noticed something. "God, you two smell like smoke, an' you're all wet. Where were you?"
"Our restaurant caught on fire." Scott lef tout the par tabout Pyro being there, knowing full well Rogue would refuse to leave if there was even a chance her mother was going to be in the same city as her.
"Was it called Scholium?" Remy asked, figuring the chances were small. But you never knew.
"Yeah. Sounds like you two'll have to figure out soemthing else to do too." Jean said, trying not to look just a little bit happy that the girl who'd pranked her so viciously was getting crapped on. It really wasn't nice at all.
Rogeu sort of laughed. The other three people looked at her, Scott and Jean a little more warily than Remy. Bt then agasin, what did he have to be wary about?
"Well, looks lika not havin' transport saved us from gettin' soaked by the sprinklahs. Sorry 'boutcha date. What are ya gonna do now?"
Jean motioned tot he conference rooms, open to all paying occupants, and currently all empty. "Watch a movie. Take a shower. Go to bed."
Rogue and Remy were practically falling down laughing before Jean amended what she said, a little iritated that they were making fun of her fredian slip. "We're only watching the movie together. You two are so childish sometimes."
Scott starightened his face out, making sure Jean saw no bit of the fact that he'd been laughing just a little too. they went int hte conference room, a very soaking and slightly harrased average american sterotype couple.
Eventually Rogue and Remy stopped laughing. Then they looked at the locked conference door and started laughing again. It took a while for them to calm down.
But they finally did. Remy was sitting on one of the lobby couches with his arm casually around Rogue shoulder. She had laughed so hard she cried and was trying to redo her eyeliner. He started plaing with one of her many goth necklaces before asking her what she wanted to do. She batted his hand away from her neck, feeling it slide down the sheer fabric of a dark grey sheer shirt and pull her eyeliner pen (liquid eyeliner is not a pencil in my book) away form her face.
"Ah dunno. Ah'm starvin'. Let's grab some food, an'. . . go to a park. What the hell." HSe finished her eyeliner, despite Remy's making things as difficutl as possible,a dn put the mirrored coaster back onte h coffee table,a dn the eyeliner pen back in teh cuff of her long gloves. She was just glad she hadn't had to redo her lip stick, since her refusal to bring a purse would hvae nesesitated digging around her dress to locate the lipstick in the first place, probably flashing Remy in the process. Not that he was likely to mind.
"A park? Sounds good t' me. Where you want t' get food from?"
Rogue tought abotu it for a minute, until her stomache rumbled, very loudly protesting the lack of food. "What's closest?"
"McDonalds."
"Fine. Ah wanna see if the burgers taste teh same here."
Remy looked at his date. He'd meant for it to be a joke. They were both dressed up to the nines, and she wanted to got o McDonalds? "We're dressed a littel fancy for that doncha think?"
Rogue's stomache growled, and Remy sighed. Even her organs could bitch. Rogue nodded. "Yeah. It's eithah that or ya have ta explain to people that no there isn't a bear runnin' around London, it's your girlfriend's stomache. Ah'm starved Remy. Practically wastin' away. Ah'm becomin' more an' more emaciated as we speak!" Rogue said, wondering where the sudden burst of drama queeness had come from.
Raven was posing as the desk attendant, and was so far only mad about the fact that Rogue wasn't wearing the jacket that went with her dress. She even had to grudginly admit Remy hadn't molested her daughter and dumped her for the first skirt he'd seen so far. Of course that skirt had belonged to Jean, but still. . . She was also very pleased to hear that Scott and Jean had a horrible date.
"Fine. Don't need t' break out de guilt trip chere. A simple 'Let's go freak some fast food workers out' would have been enough."
"When have we evah done the simple thing?" Rogue asked before knocking on the conference room door to ask Scott for the keys to the car.
"True. 'M drivin'."
Rogue shook her head. "Uh uh. Ah'm drivin'."
"You picked de restaurant."
"It's McDonalds!"
"Y' shoulda picked better. I'm drivin'."
Rogue pulled the keys out of Scott's hands. Scott was torn between watching Rogue and Remy argue, or watching some Meg Ryan movie. Eventually Rogeu made the descision for him by giving him a rather pointed glare. "Thanks fo' the keys Scott." Scott got the drift and went back to watching the crappy chic flic with his girlfriend.
Rogue looked at Remy, and then bolted for the car, Remy right behind her. It was actually a sort of close race. Remy had longer legs, ands could run pretty fast, but Rogue had no problem with her shoes being too dressy to run in right, and she also had no qualms about lightly elbowing him the stomache. It was only by the slightest lead that Remy won.
Rogue held up the keys and deposited them in her dress next to her lipstick. Remy had to decide whether he should grab the keys, or start the car without them. Rogue sat in the passenger seat, giving him a very haughty look. He decided he'd worry about the keys later, and bent under the dashboard. Rogue sighed and fished the keys out.
"Fine, if you're gonna hot wire the damn car take 'em."
Remy looked at her. "Can I get 'em out of your bra?"
She shoved the keys in his hand, and he noticed how warm they were. Giving Rogue a very sexy smile, which she rolled her eyes at, Remy started the car.
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The woman behind the counter was pissed. They could see that int he way she made the customer in front of them cower behind his newspaper. Remy leaned down next to a still minorly miffed Rogue. "Dat's you in another life." Rogue rolled her eyes. She also smiled.
"Good luck orderin' our food." she said teasingly. Remy turned her head so he could look her in the eyes.
"I c'n get you to smile even though y' wanted to drive, I can handle a fast food worker. It's all in how y' say things."
Rogue shook her head. "Can you go five minutes with flirtin' with someone?"
Remy thought about it for a minute, giving Rogue enough time to get worried. "Nope. But I'd rather flirt with you dan a fast food lady."
"Thanks" Rogue said sarcastically, but giving him a look that clearly said she got the joke.
"May I _help_ you?" The woman spat. She was tall, and very pretty. but she was frowning and glaring at the fry cook occasionally.
Mystique was posing as a hungry customer, watching her daughter's boyfriend order.
"Yeah, I'd like two nuber threes an' de answer t' my question. What's abeautiful woman like you doin' in a job like dis?"
The woman's face lightened up. She pressed the bottons a little less forcefully, and even refraind from smacking the fry cook.
After their food we paid for, the wman motioned for Remy to come closer to her. ROgue kept a very close watch on the woman as seh said, "If you want you can have ice cream on me. . .I mean, I'll pay for the ice cream. . .I'll give you free ice cream."
Remy smiled while Rogue glared at the woman. "Merci. I appreciate that very much." He said, smiling in a very non-provactive way and heading toward the dingi room, with his arm around Rogue's waist as she carried the food.
They sat next to a woman, who was about twenty one, and started eating, laughing about the earlier scene. Mystique went into the bathroom and morphed into Risty, to keep Remy in check.
***
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PAnther Nesmith
I made two mistakes. One was in chapter five, where I forgot to maention Rogue dyed the tips of Jean's hair green. I fixed it. I also added a line tot eh end of hte previous chapter. I've been grounded,s orry 'bout the delays.
REVIEWS!
Seven-I'm glad you like my story. Tehy do get along really well don't they. I've become the epitome of Romyness. God that's gonna bloat my ego. I would write more, but I'm short on time. sorry beb. next time! Oh, and I can comiserate about needing rcoup time. THis is a shameless, but small plug for Future SHock. I finished manually writing it out, but typing ti out is just like writin it again. I'm in for a bit of depression. Ah well.
Goldylocks-I'm glad of your aproval or Mystique's mommy skills. ROmance all the way bebe. glad you like it!
Ish-I would love to write a whole lot to you, but sadly I'm pressed for time. so, Blog, Smorkfufle, and pigglywiggly for now darling.
Rogue LeBeau-While the dress is pretty conservative, it's not as stark as Mystique would like. You'll see what I mena. Thanks for the review!
Carla-Isn't cheerful evilness fun to read? Glad you like it.
Eileen-I love Mystique too. SHe's in this one a lot. That is a very sweet idea. Aww. Now I'll writee a fic featuring that scene. Aww. Thanks for the plot bunny Eileen.
Miranda-He could steal soemthing from Shaekspear, or he could just be himself. I like him as him. Oh, and yes, he could steal it very easily. But who reads that crap?
Discalimer
goes here.
***
Later that night Jean was sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her shorter and glistening hair. After Rogue had dyed the ends green, She'd gotten a very chic haircut. Jean had to admit she actually liked the change. After going shoe shopping to cure her bithcy impulses Jean had felt strangly fine aboutt he whole episode.
She shook her head and looked and looked backa t her mirror. Not a hair was out of place, so she pulled out a longish dark grey a line shirt and a pastel green buttn down shirt. She pulled on comfy shoes and started pacing her room, very excited about the prospect of going out alone with Scott. It would definitly be a night to remember.
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Rogue was zonked out on her bed, her hair air drying while she got some much needed zs. Then her alarm clock went off. She blearily tried to knock it on the floor but remembered why she'd set it in the first place and shot out of bed. Then she realized how stupid she must have looked. But then she remembered there was no one watching her anyway.
She ran to her closet to pull out the dress er and Risty had bought. It was shortish, coming down about half an inch higher than her usual skirts. It was dead black,a dn hada jack covering the sleeveless but high backed body of the dress. Rogue tossed the jacket onto her chair, having no intention of ever wearing it. She remembered buying the dress with Risty.
(flashback)
"Please just cover up a littel bit! God, he's already a man-whore, you don't have to do very much to get him excited." [He should be happy oyu're even going out with him. One of these days I'm going to sterilize that boy. Sooner thatn latter if he breaks up with Rogue. Bastard. Horny, oversexed bastard. Rat freaking bastard. . .]
Rogue rolled her eyes. "You're actin' like a mothah. Not my mothah mind you, but a mother."
Raven got antoher stab of guilt but handed Rogue a very sensible, if a little short, dress with a jacket with shoulder pads. Always a good sign. Rogue rolled her eyes, but went intot eh dressign room to show Risty that she'd look like a grandma in the dress. She almost didn't catch her eye in the mirror before putting on the jacket. But when she did, she decided her and Risty could compromise.
(End flashback)
Rogeu brushed out her hair, realzing it was a littel curly from being air dried. Decidign Remy would probably make some remark about it, Rogue started to wet her hair down. But before she started, she decided he could sit by himself if he was going to be an ass. Beside that, he might not notice. Guys are weird like that.
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Remy was in his room, basically trying to figure out someway to get some form of transportation. Scott had the car, the girls had one van at the mall, and the other van was m.i.a. along with Amara, who had decided to save the mall for last, and Ororo, who was supervising whatever she was doing.
So he was stuck doing the pedestrian thing. Which bugged the living shit out of him. But it appeared he was s.o.l. on the transport front, since a cab would be way too expensive, and he couldn't pay witha credit card.
He was wondering how big a deal Rogue would make out of 'borrowing' transport when he looked at his clock. He cursed and ran into the bathroom, still in his crappy jeans and t-shirt.
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Scott and Jean were standing outside of a very fancy restaurant, feeling a little under-dressed. Scott had on dark blue pants and a subdued red sweater, even though he was roasting to death. He'd momentarily forgotten it was spring break.
"Looks nice Scott. You really picked a good place." Jean said, while htey walke dup to the maitre d'.
"Name?"
"Summers. For two."
The man looked down at his list. "You're early. I'll have to ask you to wait. Feel free to wait at the bar."
Scott gave Jean an spologetic smile. "Sorry, I forgot they moved it back to accomidate some big party or other."
Jean shrugged ehr shoulders. "It's okay Scott, how long could the party take?"
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Rogue was sitting in the lobby counting the floor tiles whena slightly out of breath, and still not completely blow dried Remy walked in. She gave him a look that clearly sadi, 'smooth move Romeo.' He smiled and she shook her head.
"Sorry 'm late. Di'n't know what t' wear." He joked, motioning to his clothes, "But in de ed it worked out okay."
Rogeu amiled in spite of herself, secretly still a little irked htat he could make her laugh when she had every right to kick his ass. Well, pretty much every right. SHe shook her head again, this time to get her mind to focus. She wsa still very sleep deprived after all.
"You don't clean up so bad. Ya might even pass fo' good lookin' if ya stay out of the light." Rogue said, giving Remy a loook that dared him to respond to that. So of course he did.
"Guess I deserved that one. Never be late for a date agian, 'less I do the same thing again. As for lookin' cute in de dark, t'ink I'd be okay with stayin' out of the light if you'll sit in the dark with me."
"Okay, that was sweet, horney and kinda creepy all in one. So, exactly where are we goin'? We don't exactly have transport."
"I have no idea. But it's still a littel while until our reservation, adn the tables are never ready on time, so we can figure it out. Worst comes t' worst, we wak there and I feel like crap for a while."
Rogue laughed a little. "The great Remy LeBeau, forced out of his routine by Scott, the mall, an' lord knows what Amara an' Ororo are doin'. As fo' walkin', " Rogue motioned to her polished (yes, she did tae teh effort to do it herself) boots. " Ah think Ah'll be okay."
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The bar was very high end, butt hen again, so was the whole building. There was only one other person at the bar, a man who did a double take when Scott and Jean walked over, a little leary about the whole bar thing, but Scott couldn't stand outsdie in his sweater for very long.
St. John watched the two X-men with amusement. Turns out fancy restaurants are easy to sneak into if you have very little pride and a lonley woman thinks you're the epitome of manliness. St. John was more than happy to get a free meal out of anyone, especially someone who thought he was sexy. IT was definitly good for his ego.
Currently his 'date' was passed out from drinking too much wine laced, without her knowing it, with tequila. So he was free to hit on anyone he wanted in his never ending search to have a sugar mama/daddy worth hanging around for a while. SO far the bar tender ad aske dhim if he was going to pay for his drinks, but he was pretty sure his cash cow, or bull, was stting in there somewhere. IN the process he gt kinda drunk.
A very tastefully dressed man sat next to St. John, and lit a ciagertte. John perked up and wsa focusing ont eh guy, until he saw the cigarette tip. There were only two things that could drive money and sex out of John's mind, and they were fire, and foreign film. fier because he was obsesed with it, and foreign film becasue he went brain dead just thinking about watching one.
Sh he started to play with the fire. the amn threw his cigarette, and it just happened to land on St. John's date's puddle of tequila and wine. the carpet caught on fire, and John formed it into a fractal looking shape. Did I say sort of drunk? Strike that, make it very drunk.
Scott looked over at the raopidly spreading fire nad saw the woamn lying passed out very clopse to it and the manic expression on St. John's face. Instantly Scott told Jean who used her t.k. to lift he woman away fromteh fire.
By this time the bartender ahd pulled out the fire extinguisher, adn was attemptign to subdue the flames. Then the sprinkler system went off, soaking everyone in the restaurant. It was quickly evacuated and closed.
Scott and Jean were in teh car, watching the rich people bitch about the fire to the the manger, the maitre d' having run for his life long ago.
"Well, that was inerresting." Jena said. "Want to watch a movie back at the hotel?"
Scott started the car's engine. "Sure. But let's do it in one of the conference rooms or something. Ms. Munroe will think we're going to. . .you know if we're in the rooms."
"Agreed."
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Remy and Rogue looked up when Scott and Jean's car rolled into the parking lot. They still had no idea about transportation, and it was almost time for their reservation. Remy silently thanked whatever twist of fate had delivered the car to him.
Scott and Jean got out, and Rogue immediatly noticed something. "God, you two smell like smoke, an' you're all wet. Where were you?"
"Our restaurant caught on fire." Scott lef tout the par tabout Pyro being there, knowing full well Rogue would refuse to leave if there was even a chance her mother was going to be in the same city as her.
"Was it called Scholium?" Remy asked, figuring the chances were small. But you never knew.
"Yeah. Sounds like you two'll have to figure out soemthing else to do too." Jean said, trying not to look just a little bit happy that the girl who'd pranked her so viciously was getting crapped on. It really wasn't nice at all.
Rogeu sort of laughed. The other three people looked at her, Scott and Jean a little more warily than Remy. Bt then agasin, what did he have to be wary about?
"Well, looks lika not havin' transport saved us from gettin' soaked by the sprinklahs. Sorry 'boutcha date. What are ya gonna do now?"
Jean motioned tot he conference rooms, open to all paying occupants, and currently all empty. "Watch a movie. Take a shower. Go to bed."
Rogue and Remy were practically falling down laughing before Jean amended what she said, a little iritated that they were making fun of her fredian slip. "We're only watching the movie together. You two are so childish sometimes."
Scott starightened his face out, making sure Jean saw no bit of the fact that he'd been laughing just a little too. they went int hte conference room, a very soaking and slightly harrased average american sterotype couple.
Eventually Rogue and Remy stopped laughing. Then they looked at the locked conference door and started laughing again. It took a while for them to calm down.
But they finally did. Remy was sitting on one of the lobby couches with his arm casually around Rogue shoulder. She had laughed so hard she cried and was trying to redo her eyeliner. He started plaing with one of her many goth necklaces before asking her what she wanted to do. She batted his hand away from her neck, feeling it slide down the sheer fabric of a dark grey sheer shirt and pull her eyeliner pen (liquid eyeliner is not a pencil in my book) away form her face.
"Ah dunno. Ah'm starvin'. Let's grab some food, an'. . . go to a park. What the hell." HSe finished her eyeliner, despite Remy's making things as difficutl as possible,a dn put the mirrored coaster back onte h coffee table,a dn the eyeliner pen back in teh cuff of her long gloves. She was just glad she hadn't had to redo her lip stick, since her refusal to bring a purse would hvae nesesitated digging around her dress to locate the lipstick in the first place, probably flashing Remy in the process. Not that he was likely to mind.
"A park? Sounds good t' me. Where you want t' get food from?"
Rogue tought abotu it for a minute, until her stomache rumbled, very loudly protesting the lack of food. "What's closest?"
"McDonalds."
"Fine. Ah wanna see if the burgers taste teh same here."
Remy looked at his date. He'd meant for it to be a joke. They were both dressed up to the nines, and she wanted to got o McDonalds? "We're dressed a littel fancy for that doncha think?"
Rogue's stomache growled, and Remy sighed. Even her organs could bitch. Rogue nodded. "Yeah. It's eithah that or ya have ta explain to people that no there isn't a bear runnin' around London, it's your girlfriend's stomache. Ah'm starved Remy. Practically wastin' away. Ah'm becomin' more an' more emaciated as we speak!" Rogue said, wondering where the sudden burst of drama queeness had come from.
Raven was posing as the desk attendant, and was so far only mad about the fact that Rogue wasn't wearing the jacket that went with her dress. She even had to grudginly admit Remy hadn't molested her daughter and dumped her for the first skirt he'd seen so far. Of course that skirt had belonged to Jean, but still. . . She was also very pleased to hear that Scott and Jean had a horrible date.
"Fine. Don't need t' break out de guilt trip chere. A simple 'Let's go freak some fast food workers out' would have been enough."
"When have we evah done the simple thing?" Rogue asked before knocking on the conference room door to ask Scott for the keys to the car.
"True. 'M drivin'."
Rogue shook her head. "Uh uh. Ah'm drivin'."
"You picked de restaurant."
"It's McDonalds!"
"Y' shoulda picked better. I'm drivin'."
Rogue pulled the keys out of Scott's hands. Scott was torn between watching Rogue and Remy argue, or watching some Meg Ryan movie. Eventually Rogeu made the descision for him by giving him a rather pointed glare. "Thanks fo' the keys Scott." Scott got the drift and went back to watching the crappy chic flic with his girlfriend.
Rogue looked at Remy, and then bolted for the car, Remy right behind her. It was actually a sort of close race. Remy had longer legs, ands could run pretty fast, but Rogue had no problem with her shoes being too dressy to run in right, and she also had no qualms about lightly elbowing him the stomache. It was only by the slightest lead that Remy won.
Rogue held up the keys and deposited them in her dress next to her lipstick. Remy had to decide whether he should grab the keys, or start the car without them. Rogue sat in the passenger seat, giving him a very haughty look. He decided he'd worry about the keys later, and bent under the dashboard. Rogue sighed and fished the keys out.
"Fine, if you're gonna hot wire the damn car take 'em."
Remy looked at her. "Can I get 'em out of your bra?"
She shoved the keys in his hand, and he noticed how warm they were. Giving Rogue a very sexy smile, which she rolled her eyes at, Remy started the car.
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The woman behind the counter was pissed. They could see that int he way she made the customer in front of them cower behind his newspaper. Remy leaned down next to a still minorly miffed Rogue. "Dat's you in another life." Rogue rolled her eyes. She also smiled.
"Good luck orderin' our food." she said teasingly. Remy turned her head so he could look her in the eyes.
"I c'n get you to smile even though y' wanted to drive, I can handle a fast food worker. It's all in how y' say things."
Rogue shook her head. "Can you go five minutes with flirtin' with someone?"
Remy thought about it for a minute, giving Rogue enough time to get worried. "Nope. But I'd rather flirt with you dan a fast food lady."
"Thanks" Rogue said sarcastically, but giving him a look that clearly said she got the joke.
"May I _help_ you?" The woman spat. She was tall, and very pretty. but she was frowning and glaring at the fry cook occasionally.
Mystique was posing as a hungry customer, watching her daughter's boyfriend order.
"Yeah, I'd like two nuber threes an' de answer t' my question. What's abeautiful woman like you doin' in a job like dis?"
The woman's face lightened up. She pressed the bottons a little less forcefully, and even refraind from smacking the fry cook.
After their food we paid for, the wman motioned for Remy to come closer to her. ROgue kept a very close watch on the woman as seh said, "If you want you can have ice cream on me. . .I mean, I'll pay for the ice cream. . .I'll give you free ice cream."
Remy smiled while Rogue glared at the woman. "Merci. I appreciate that very much." He said, smiling in a very non-provactive way and heading toward the dingi room, with his arm around Rogue's waist as she carried the food.
They sat next to a woman, who was about twenty one, and started eating, laughing about the earlier scene. Mystique went into the bathroom and morphed into Risty, to keep Remy in check.
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