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OMG I'm so exited by the reviews that I got! :) Hence, I decided to give all of you Romy lovers and Jonda lovers something to celebrate about: John's first night at work! Hope you likes! A shout out to my reviewers first though:

EE's Skysong: No, I don't mind. Now think closely skysong: SHE HAS THE SAME LAST NAME AS LOGAN!

Heartsyhawk: She's cool and she's supposed to be the bane of your existence. YES! You are the first to get my wrench! And I'm your twin, we are supposed to share everything. Besides, nothing else fit there properly. And it is a bit AU so if I wanna I'll make John work at a strip club. I thought that you'd appreciate the gesture. Who else has a strip club named after them? pouts You know what? I'll change its name to the Skysong. SO THERE!!!

untouchable hexing witch: Thank you so much for reviewing! Look everyone! It's a new reviewer! She gets a cookie!

Evil-bunny-leader: I haven't yet read Jackie Collins but I will soon, I promise! Thanks for enjoying the Rogue/Wanda kiss. I thought it was fucking hilarious! ;)

Ishandahalf: See, I can't give you the address cause then every horny girl and even some horny guys would over run the place and poor John will feel even more…um…inadequate.

Another note: I would like to state, cause I can't remember if I did before, that this is slightly AU. And the rating may go up in later chapters cause I can't keep the raunchiness pg. It's not my fault. I fully blame Cody.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own X-Men: Evolution or The Full Monty.

John stood in Remy's bedroom, nervous as hell. He kept flicking his lighter on and off, and every once in a while he would make a fire sculpture of Wanda's face. He was scared as hell because soon, in an hour, he had to go to his first night at work.

"John, what de hell crawled up yo' ass and died homme?"

"Remy, you know that job that oy told you oy got today?"

"Oui. Quoi?"

"Oy didn't tell you everything."

Remy smirked, then he grimaced in pain. His left eye was black and blue, but he was lucky he got out with his life and manhood intact. As soon as he figured out who the hell was the ane fute [smart-ass or dumb ass, I can't remember. And the damn accents didn't work!] who put that hair dye in Logan's shampoo bottle, they'd feel his bowstaff up their ass. That was, if he was feeling nice.

"So, mon ami, what more be there to tell? Unless, o'course, y' forgot t' tell Remy that y' work at a strip club."

John blushed forty different shades of scarlet that Wanda would have envied.

"Mon dieu! Y' seriously working at a strip club?"

"Yes, but oy need the money! They're paying me $1000 to strut moy stuff for one night!"

Remy whistled. "Dis Remy's gotta see. Come on, mon ami, Remy'll go wit' y' t' y' firs' day o' work. Lemme leave Rogue a note."

"Oy hope Wanda realizes what she's making me do."

"Wait un minute, de femme tol' y' t' work at a strip club?"

"No, the sheila on'y told me to get a job. And no where else was hiring. What the bloody hell was I supposed to do?"

"Come on, mon ami, let's get y' t' work."

The two men went to John's car and proceeded to drive to Club Zee, or as John felt like referring to it, hell. Once inside the building, they were promptly bombarded by a horde of gorgeous women.

"Which one of you is St. John Allerdyce?" A voice called out, which sounded vaguely familiar. "Oh yeah, you." Asher walked up to the two men. "And who's your friend here?"

"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Remy LeBeau."

"Well, well well. We're short a man, so do you wanna earn an easy thou?"

"Excusez-moi? Remy be a married homme wit' a pregnant wife at home. He on'y came to offer moral support t' his bes' friend John."

Asher smiled. "Free liquor."

"Dis homme be in."

The women took the two men backstage, where they proceeded to costume them as police officers, complete with night sticks and hats.

"Oh merde. Oh merde."

"Remy, would it hurt you much to shut the fuck up? And this fucking G-string itches. How the hell do women survive with an itty bitty string shoved up their asses?"

"Dese costumes leave Remy in no doubt o' what the hell dese femmes want us t' do. Remember when we got drunk at de Acolytes base? And we watched de Full Monty?'

John blanched. "And we were convinced that we could do it better than some fat Irishmen?"

"I think dat dey want us t' do de full monty."

"Oy Asher! We need some shots! And fast!"

She came over with a tray and two bottles of Jack Daniels. "What's wrong boys?"

"Ah, mon ami Jacques." Remy grabbed the bottle and with one smooth motion removed the cap and guzzled half of it.

"Please tell me Asher, for the love of fire, that you won't make me do the Full Monty."

She smiled. "Yep. It's the Full Monty night. I assume you know the dance?"

"Oui, bu' there ain't no way in hell dat Remy's doing this sober."

"That's just fine Remy. Are you two ready for the practice run?"

"Oy suppose."

Meanwhile, Wanda and Rogue were sitting in Wanda's car, trying to figure out what to do with themselves that night, seeing as it was a Friday night and they were two very hot women.

They drove past a building with a large crowd of cars around it. Curious, they decided to stop and see what all of the fuss was about.

"Come on Wanda, Ah wanna see!"

"Alright already! Jesus! Rogue LeBeau, you are the most crabby person that I have ever met in my entire life. Or maybe it's that spawn of Gambit that's in your stomach. I don't know.'

"Definitely Gambit's spawn. Do you think there's a back door weh could sneak into or something?"

"If there isn't then I can make one."

As it turns out, the two didn't need to sneak in. The congregation of women had 'mysteriously' forgotten their I.D.'s. And you needed to be at least eighteen with an I.D. to get in. Rogue and Wanda passed through the door and walked in.

"Damn Rogue. I've heard of this place. It's a strip club. A strip club for women. Hence, the males take their clothes off."

"Oohh, naked men and liquor. What else could a girl want? And it's full monty night."

"Full Monty? They're seriously going to bare all?"

"Yep. With that little dance from the movie and everything."

Rogue went to go find them a seat in the crowded hall and Wanda went to go get drinks, a virgin pina colada for Rogue since she was pregnant and a Mai Tai for herself. What the hell, she was feeling reckless so she got a screwdriver as well.

"Rogue, you are so driving. There is no way that I'm gonna be sober."

"Damn this pregnancy! If Ah wasn't pregnant we'd have to call John or Remy to drag our drunk asses home."

Little did they know that the objects of their affections were behind the stage, waiting the longest minute of their lives for the show to begin. How they'd make it through, they never knew. The music cued, and the show began.

Wanda and Rogue were hollering at the tops of their lungs as the guys pants, shirts, belts, shoes, and socks came off. They were left in nothing but red leather G-strings and their hats. They turned around, shaking their very cute asses, and took off their hats.

"Ooh, Rogue, here it comes. I just can't help but think that there is something very familiar about those two in the center."

"Ah know. Ah just can't put a finger on it."

The music blared, and the G-strings came off, leaving only their hats covering their equipment. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they turned around.

"Remy, is that who oy think it is?" John asked through gritted teeth.

The hats came flying off to raucous applause, catcalls, and many "Can I get you number hotstuff?"s. Then they heard a screech.

"REMY?"

"MON DIEU, ROGUE?" Remy gasped and started cursing in French.

"JOHN?" Another inquisitive voice called out.

"BLOODY HELL! WANDA!"

He he he. So what did you think? A naked John and a naked Remy, both in the same chappie! No need for thanks, your review will suffice. I slaved my ass off writing you a second chapter in two days, so the least you can do is review! Thanks!

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