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"Rogue…darlin'…we're stoppin' here…"
The said Rogue groaned and straightened in her seat, rubbing her eyes.
"We are?"
Logan grinned and helped her off of the bike.
"Yeah."
Rogue yawned.
"An' wheah exactly is heah, shugah?"
Logan shrugged.
"See fer yerself," He said as he grabbed something from the back of the bike.
Rogue looked around, and as she did she realized they were in the parking lot of a hotel.
"Oh," She said with a voice thick with sleep.
"Did we stop?"
Logan chuckled.
"Yeah. I don't think we kin make it from NY t' Vegas in one day, darlin'."
Rogue smiled and stretched.
"Ahhh--- Ah guess not."
She followed Logan into the hotel, stumbling every now and then as she struggled to regain her composure.
"Watch yer step there, babe," Logan said, reaching out a hand to steady her as she tripped over the metal carpet divider.
Rogue blushed and looked down at the ground ahead of her.
Reaching the desk, Logan put down the small satchel he carried and cleared his throat.
"Y' got a room?"
The clerk looked up and glanced at Rogue's dress with raised eyebrows.
"For how many people?"
Logan grinned at Rogue.
"Two, if we don' make any more durin' our stay."
Rogue's face turned beet red.
"Logan…" She mumbled out of the side of her mouth.
"Sorry, darlin'."
The clerk watched this exchange with amused interest.
"And for how long will that be?"
Logan shrugged.
"One night."
The clerk nodded and wrote this down in the reservations book.
"How many beds?"
Logan looked at Rogue, suddenly indecisive.
"One…er…"
Rogue smiled.
"One," She stated clearly.
Logan relaxed slightly and watched the clerk jot it down.
"Smoking or None Smoking?"
"Smokin'," Logan said at the same time Rogue said "None Smoking."
They looked at each other apprehensively.
"Logan…" Rogue mumbled again, her face cross.
"Fine," Logan sighed, taking the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and setting them on the counter.
"None Smokin'. Y' got a garbage fer these?"
The clerk nodded and quickly disposed of the package.
"All right, then," The clerk said with a smile as he passed a form over the counter.
"Could I just get your name, some ID, method of payment, and a signature on that line?"
Logan nodded and accepted the pen and paper from the clerk.
Rogue looked around the hotel, admiring the oil paintings on the wall behind the clerk.
"Rogue…" She heard Logan whisper.
"What?" She asked.
"What's our last name?" He asked, scowling.
Rogue smiled.
"Put down Xavier," She said, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.
"He said t' use it as mah surname till ah'm married. So just put th' stuff undah meh."
Logan nodded and finished the form, handing it to Rogue to sign before passing it back to the clerk.
"Alright then!" The clerk said with a cheerful smile as he pulled a key off the wall.
"You are in Room 106. I hope you enjoy your stay! Check-out time is at 1:00 PM."
Rogue thanked the clerk and waited for Logan to pick up his bag before heading off in the direction of the elevator with a happy smile.
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