Anything but Ordinary3: I don't plan to stop writing this yet. There are still several chapters but the new story features a character of Xx-Disturbed-xX and she hasn't given me the part I need for it so my new one can't go up. The scores for their exams will come in this time but sorry not much of a party.Begin Chapter Sixteen-several months AFTER the last chapter
Takamo: Thanks.
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"Hey, Logan. Hey, Rems." Gambit lifts his head from the almost empty beer bottle and his cards. "Hola, petites." Angel blinks, hopping onto the counter. "Hola?" "Best not to question, Angel,"Tara answered as she took the chair beside Logan,"Hey." "Hi. Cards down, Gumbo..." Both men place their cards on the table, eyeing the others' cards. "--Three, fours, five." Tara begins to count the empty beer bottles whlie Angel takes up a form of meditation on the counter. "Remy win." Gambit takes the money from his and Logan's game in. "Remy say play again..."
Fifteen Minutes, Twenty-Nine Seconds LATER
"...Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, ah, I lost count again. One, two, three, four." "Hmmm." The osund like a car engine comes from Angel, still sitting cross-legged on the counter, humming. "Would you two shut up?"Logan snaps, shuffling his cards in his hand,"That's annoying." "Hank said to meditate at least three times a day. It relaxes the tension,"Angel points out as she uncurls her legs and swings them over the edge, hiting her sock covered feet against the counter. "Dat's annoying petite." "Is it really?" Logan slams his fist against the table, knocking over and breaking several bottles. "Shut them up before I do, Gumbo." Gambit looks around a moment then walks to a cupboard, cards sitll in hand; he rummages through until he finally produces a half-full bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. "Oh, alcohol,"Tara says, watching him sit down with it still in hand. He nods. "Oui,if you two go somewhere else and be quiet Remy say you can have de vodka." "One problem, Rems, we're UNDERAGE!" "She has a point." "Non, in N'Awrlins de legal drinking age be thirteen, Tara,"he replies, holding out the bottle and empty glasses to her. Angel stares at him. "Really?" "Course. Would Remy lie?" "Yes!" Logan cough as he takes another drink from his beer. "When." "Paint. You told me that paint could suck you into the jar and smother you,"Angel points out. Tara laughs. "Shut up and take your alcohol, petites." Gambit gives the glasses and bottle to Tara. She smiles,"Let the games begin." Logan at Gambit as the two begin setting up the counter. "Is this a good idea? Don't you remember their birthday?" "Course. Be chil'ren can't get drunk off of that amount of alcohol...Remy don't t'ink."
Fifty-Three Minutes, Eleven Seconds Later
"Okay. Um...I've never broken a bone." "I was nine!" Angel pours some vodka into her glass and drinks it, grimacing slightly. "I've never tried to start a riot over dissecting frogs in science class." "Didn't try, I did,"Tara answers as she takes a drink without the slightest grimace,"It's cruel. Morty could have been one of those frogs. I've never tried to jump off the school." "What?!" "Relax, Rems. She landed in a tree." Angel takes another shot. "I've never made a bomb or set it up in Scott's room to see if it worked." "Don't even take a drink, kid." Tara stops the shot glass at her lips, gives him a smile, then drinks it. "I love you, Logan." A growl is his response. "Fine. I've never gotten a tattoo." Gambit eyes go to Angel who takes a drink and sets her glass down. "Uh-oh."
"You got a tattoo, petite?" "No..." "Isn't 'I Never' the game where one person say I've never done somet'ing and if another has they must take a shot, non? Remy, right?" Tara nods, hopping off the counter. "Bulls-eye." "You have a tattoo, petite?" "Yes,"Angel mutters; Gambit glowers at her. "How? Who signed for it? Logan? Roguey? Father Wagner?" "Ryan took me to a friend of his dad's that doesn't require parents' signature." "Where and what, Angel?"he demands, pointing to the floor in front of him. Angel doesn't move. "Left shoulder blade. Want to see it?" "Oui. Ryan's influence, non?" "Yeah..." She removes the top shirt she was wearing and moves the strap of her shirt underneathe it enough for him to see her tattoo. Gambit's expression turns slightly confused. A black and green fairy holding four aces, all hearts or spades stares up at him with a mischevious smile. "Mon ange, you are not to be 'round him anymore." "Exciting. We got any popcorn, Logan?"Tara questions, propping her arms against hte back of his chair and leaning her chin on them. Logan shrugs. "Check the bottom cupboard...we got any it'll be there." "Thanks."
"You can't tell me who to be freinds with, Remy! I'm fifteen damn years old!" "And my ward!" "Not by choice! It's not even that big.." Angel pulls the too big long-sleeved shirt back over her head; she hops off the counter, watching him. "Found some!" Tara's shout of joy is followed by the beeping of the microwave after a few moments. "Popcorn, pocorn. I love popcorn." "Go upstairs, Angel." "Fine. Veré todavía Ryan y usted no puede hacer una cosa maldita acerca de lo. (I'm still going to see Ryan and you can't do a damn thing about it.)." She runs out of the kitchen, muttering a string of curses in a combination of french and spanish then her footsteps and voice fade up the stairs. "Nice move, Gumbo." Tara looks up from watching her popcorn spin on the plate in the microwave. "Show's over? I'm gonna go...blow something up. Brilliant job, Rems." "Fermer en haut. Quel Remy s'est-il reçu dans? Le petit cher celui fait les pensées de port de Remy de meurtre elle. .."(Shut up. What Remy got himself into? The small dear one is making Remy harbor thoughts of killing her...)
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Gambit: *shuffles cards* Fatherhood sucks. Why she get a tattoo?
xRDx: Remy, you just lost your accent.
Gambit: non, Remy didn't
xRDx: What do you think of this chapter? Short, sweet, and full of Angel/Gambit fighting. What do you think of the tattoo, Anything but Ordinary? It's changed several times...next chapter is...a freestyle. Ideas? Accepting now.
Angel: My tattoo kicks ass. I want to show Johnny!
Gambit: Non, Johnny bad.
Angel: Ain't! *runs off to play on the swings with Pyro*
xRDx: Where can I get a decent therapist? *looks around, pointedly ignoring Jean*
Takamo: Thanks.
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"Hey, Logan. Hey, Rems." Gambit lifts his head from the almost empty beer bottle and his cards. "Hola, petites." Angel blinks, hopping onto the counter. "Hola?" "Best not to question, Angel,"Tara answered as she took the chair beside Logan,"Hey." "Hi. Cards down, Gumbo..." Both men place their cards on the table, eyeing the others' cards. "--Three, fours, five." Tara begins to count the empty beer bottles whlie Angel takes up a form of meditation on the counter. "Remy win." Gambit takes the money from his and Logan's game in. "Remy say play again..."
Fifteen Minutes, Twenty-Nine Seconds LATER
"...Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, ah, I lost count again. One, two, three, four." "Hmmm." The osund like a car engine comes from Angel, still sitting cross-legged on the counter, humming. "Would you two shut up?"Logan snaps, shuffling his cards in his hand,"That's annoying." "Hank said to meditate at least three times a day. It relaxes the tension,"Angel points out as she uncurls her legs and swings them over the edge, hiting her sock covered feet against the counter. "Dat's annoying petite." "Is it really?" Logan slams his fist against the table, knocking over and breaking several bottles. "Shut them up before I do, Gumbo." Gambit looks around a moment then walks to a cupboard, cards sitll in hand; he rummages through until he finally produces a half-full bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. "Oh, alcohol,"Tara says, watching him sit down with it still in hand. He nods. "Oui,if you two go somewhere else and be quiet Remy say you can have de vodka." "One problem, Rems, we're UNDERAGE!" "She has a point." "Non, in N'Awrlins de legal drinking age be thirteen, Tara,"he replies, holding out the bottle and empty glasses to her. Angel stares at him. "Really?" "Course. Would Remy lie?" "Yes!" Logan cough as he takes another drink from his beer. "When." "Paint. You told me that paint could suck you into the jar and smother you,"Angel points out. Tara laughs. "Shut up and take your alcohol, petites." Gambit gives the glasses and bottle to Tara. She smiles,"Let the games begin." Logan at Gambit as the two begin setting up the counter. "Is this a good idea? Don't you remember their birthday?" "Course. Be chil'ren can't get drunk off of that amount of alcohol...Remy don't t'ink."
Fifty-Three Minutes, Eleven Seconds Later
"Okay. Um...I've never broken a bone." "I was nine!" Angel pours some vodka into her glass and drinks it, grimacing slightly. "I've never tried to start a riot over dissecting frogs in science class." "Didn't try, I did,"Tara answers as she takes a drink without the slightest grimace,"It's cruel. Morty could have been one of those frogs. I've never tried to jump off the school." "What?!" "Relax, Rems. She landed in a tree." Angel takes another shot. "I've never made a bomb or set it up in Scott's room to see if it worked." "Don't even take a drink, kid." Tara stops the shot glass at her lips, gives him a smile, then drinks it. "I love you, Logan." A growl is his response. "Fine. I've never gotten a tattoo." Gambit eyes go to Angel who takes a drink and sets her glass down. "Uh-oh."
"You got a tattoo, petite?" "No..." "Isn't 'I Never' the game where one person say I've never done somet'ing and if another has they must take a shot, non? Remy, right?" Tara nods, hopping off the counter. "Bulls-eye." "You have a tattoo, petite?" "Yes,"Angel mutters; Gambit glowers at her. "How? Who signed for it? Logan? Roguey? Father Wagner?" "Ryan took me to a friend of his dad's that doesn't require parents' signature." "Where and what, Angel?"he demands, pointing to the floor in front of him. Angel doesn't move. "Left shoulder blade. Want to see it?" "Oui. Ryan's influence, non?" "Yeah..." She removes the top shirt she was wearing and moves the strap of her shirt underneathe it enough for him to see her tattoo. Gambit's expression turns slightly confused. A black and green fairy holding four aces, all hearts or spades stares up at him with a mischevious smile. "Mon ange, you are not to be 'round him anymore." "Exciting. We got any popcorn, Logan?"Tara questions, propping her arms against hte back of his chair and leaning her chin on them. Logan shrugs. "Check the bottom cupboard...we got any it'll be there." "Thanks."
"You can't tell me who to be freinds with, Remy! I'm fifteen damn years old!" "And my ward!" "Not by choice! It's not even that big.." Angel pulls the too big long-sleeved shirt back over her head; she hops off the counter, watching him. "Found some!" Tara's shout of joy is followed by the beeping of the microwave after a few moments. "Popcorn, pocorn. I love popcorn." "Go upstairs, Angel." "Fine. Veré todavía Ryan y usted no puede hacer una cosa maldita acerca de lo. (I'm still going to see Ryan and you can't do a damn thing about it.)." She runs out of the kitchen, muttering a string of curses in a combination of french and spanish then her footsteps and voice fade up the stairs. "Nice move, Gumbo." Tara looks up from watching her popcorn spin on the plate in the microwave. "Show's over? I'm gonna go...blow something up. Brilliant job, Rems." "Fermer en haut. Quel Remy s'est-il reçu dans? Le petit cher celui fait les pensées de port de Remy de meurtre elle. .."(Shut up. What Remy got himself into? The small dear one is making Remy harbor thoughts of killing her...)
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Gambit: *shuffles cards* Fatherhood sucks. Why she get a tattoo?
xRDx: Remy, you just lost your accent.
Gambit: non, Remy didn't
xRDx: What do you think of this chapter? Short, sweet, and full of Angel/Gambit fighting. What do you think of the tattoo, Anything but Ordinary? It's changed several times...next chapter is...a freestyle. Ideas? Accepting now.
Angel: My tattoo kicks ass. I want to show Johnny!
Gambit: Non, Johnny bad.
Angel: Ain't! *runs off to play on the swings with Pyro*
xRDx: Where can I get a decent therapist? *looks around, pointedly ignoring Jean*