Chapter 7
Drunken Treachery
Remy sighed and took another swig of his drink. The sad melodies of the blues played in the background.
"Women, money, or job?"
Remy looked up at the bar tender.
"What," he mumbled.
"Your troubles. Are they women, money, or job related?
"Women," Remy muttered.
He suddenly laughed.
"Never thought dat I'd see de day when ole Remy would be havin' women troubles."
The bartender laughed.
"You're a lady's man huh?"
Remy nodded.
"The worst kind."
"Oh? How is that," asked the Bartender curiously.
"I'm a hypocrite. I broke the number one rule of being a lady's man."
The bartender smiled.
"Oh, and what is that."
Remy took a sip of his drink then sighed.
"Never get attached."
*At the mansion*
"Rogue!"
"No!"
"Come on Rogue just…"
"Kitty, Ah said no and Ah mean no!"
"….Come on!"
"Ok, that's it. Get out of mah room!"
"It's my room too, and I'm like, not going anywhere!"
"Fine then Ah'll leave!"
"Rogue stop being stupid and just tell me why," Kitty pleaded.
Rogue sighed angrily.
"I mean the man like totally told you he loves you and all you have to say is ok? Like what is up with that?"
Rogue dropped herself onto her bed and stared at the ceiling.
No particularly caring; Kitty continued.
"I mean, if some boy told me his loved me I would just die."
"If only," Rogue muttered.
"See Rogue, that's problem. You're always pushing people away."
Rogue muttered something under her breath.
Kitty rolled her eyes.
"Come on Rogue! What is it? Do you doubt that he loves you?"
"No," Rogue whispered quietly.
"What," asked Kitty.
"I said no," Rogue shouted.
Kitty looked at her in surprise.
"I know he loves me," Rogue cried out. "But it just wouldn't work out."
Kitty crossed her arms in annoyance.
"Well like, why not?"
"Because, we can never touch," Rogue yelled. "Why can't you get that? What can't he get that?!"
"Like Rogue, maybe he doesn't care."
Rogue scoffed.
"Of course he cares. Believe me Kitty, if he doesn't get it from me he'll be getting it from someone else."
Kitty tried to think of something to say, but she was at a loss for words.
Rogue sighed and looked out the window.
"Look Kitty, Ah know ya mean well, but Remy is just a player. He's just a little confused right now. He'll get over me quit."
"I think your wrong about him," Kitty said quietly.
Rogue slowly turned away from the window. Her face was beet red.
"You think so Kitty," Rogue asked, her voice shaking. "Then what do call that?"
She pointed out the window.
Kitty rushed over and looked out.
There below was a very drunk Remy climbing out of a gorgeous woman's Porsche.
The sluttish looking woman moved over to the passenger side of the car and said something to Remy. She then handed him a paper which Kitty could only assume was a phone number.
Remy smiled and bent down. He then passionately kissed her.
Kitty felt a stab at her heart. She could only imagine how Rogue was feeling. She turned from the window and looked at Rogue sympathetically.
Rogue shrugged and laughed bitterly.
"See, what did Ah tell you? If he's not getting it from me…."
Her voice suddenly broke, and Kitty could see that she wanted to cry.
"Rogue I'm like really sorry."
Rogue smiled sadly.
"Thanks Kitty. You're a really good friend."
Kitty blinked in surprise. Even though Kitty considered herself Rogue's friend, Rogue wasn't one to express such emotion about it.
"Thanks Rogue," Kitty said smiling.
Rogue nodded.
"Hey Kitty, do you think that maybe I could have the room to myself for awhile," she asked.
Kitty nodded.
"Okay Rogue."
She got up and left the room.
"Wait to I like find that Cajun," she whispered to herself. "I'm going to like totally kill him!"
Rogue sighed, and dropped onto her bed. She let the tears she was holding in fall down her face.
"Ah knew he didn't love me," she cried to herself. "Ah knew it."
Downstairs Remy stumbled into the mansion. He could already feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off. The pain was slowly returning. He stumbled up the stairs and into his room. He then collapsed on his bed.
"Why didn't she care," he asked his pillow. "Why? Why doesn't she care that I...love...her."
He then sighed and fell into a deep, trouble sleep.
Yeah I know, too short. :-) But at least I got another chapter up. Sorry it took so long. I've been busy with my new job! Read n Review! (Quick as a bunny on crack! Lol!)
Drunken Treachery
Remy sighed and took another swig of his drink. The sad melodies of the blues played in the background.
"Women, money, or job?"
Remy looked up at the bar tender.
"What," he mumbled.
"Your troubles. Are they women, money, or job related?
"Women," Remy muttered.
He suddenly laughed.
"Never thought dat I'd see de day when ole Remy would be havin' women troubles."
The bartender laughed.
"You're a lady's man huh?"
Remy nodded.
"The worst kind."
"Oh? How is that," asked the Bartender curiously.
"I'm a hypocrite. I broke the number one rule of being a lady's man."
The bartender smiled.
"Oh, and what is that."
Remy took a sip of his drink then sighed.
"Never get attached."
*At the mansion*
"Rogue!"
"No!"
"Come on Rogue just…"
"Kitty, Ah said no and Ah mean no!"
"….Come on!"
"Ok, that's it. Get out of mah room!"
"It's my room too, and I'm like, not going anywhere!"
"Fine then Ah'll leave!"
"Rogue stop being stupid and just tell me why," Kitty pleaded.
Rogue sighed angrily.
"I mean the man like totally told you he loves you and all you have to say is ok? Like what is up with that?"
Rogue dropped herself onto her bed and stared at the ceiling.
No particularly caring; Kitty continued.
"I mean, if some boy told me his loved me I would just die."
"If only," Rogue muttered.
"See Rogue, that's problem. You're always pushing people away."
Rogue muttered something under her breath.
Kitty rolled her eyes.
"Come on Rogue! What is it? Do you doubt that he loves you?"
"No," Rogue whispered quietly.
"What," asked Kitty.
"I said no," Rogue shouted.
Kitty looked at her in surprise.
"I know he loves me," Rogue cried out. "But it just wouldn't work out."
Kitty crossed her arms in annoyance.
"Well like, why not?"
"Because, we can never touch," Rogue yelled. "Why can't you get that? What can't he get that?!"
"Like Rogue, maybe he doesn't care."
Rogue scoffed.
"Of course he cares. Believe me Kitty, if he doesn't get it from me he'll be getting it from someone else."
Kitty tried to think of something to say, but she was at a loss for words.
Rogue sighed and looked out the window.
"Look Kitty, Ah know ya mean well, but Remy is just a player. He's just a little confused right now. He'll get over me quit."
"I think your wrong about him," Kitty said quietly.
Rogue slowly turned away from the window. Her face was beet red.
"You think so Kitty," Rogue asked, her voice shaking. "Then what do call that?"
She pointed out the window.
Kitty rushed over and looked out.
There below was a very drunk Remy climbing out of a gorgeous woman's Porsche.
The sluttish looking woman moved over to the passenger side of the car and said something to Remy. She then handed him a paper which Kitty could only assume was a phone number.
Remy smiled and bent down. He then passionately kissed her.
Kitty felt a stab at her heart. She could only imagine how Rogue was feeling. She turned from the window and looked at Rogue sympathetically.
Rogue shrugged and laughed bitterly.
"See, what did Ah tell you? If he's not getting it from me…."
Her voice suddenly broke, and Kitty could see that she wanted to cry.
"Rogue I'm like really sorry."
Rogue smiled sadly.
"Thanks Kitty. You're a really good friend."
Kitty blinked in surprise. Even though Kitty considered herself Rogue's friend, Rogue wasn't one to express such emotion about it.
"Thanks Rogue," Kitty said smiling.
Rogue nodded.
"Hey Kitty, do you think that maybe I could have the room to myself for awhile," she asked.
Kitty nodded.
"Okay Rogue."
She got up and left the room.
"Wait to I like find that Cajun," she whispered to herself. "I'm going to like totally kill him!"
Rogue sighed, and dropped onto her bed. She let the tears she was holding in fall down her face.
"Ah knew he didn't love me," she cried to herself. "Ah knew it."
Downstairs Remy stumbled into the mansion. He could already feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off. The pain was slowly returning. He stumbled up the stairs and into his room. He then collapsed on his bed.
"Why didn't she care," he asked his pillow. "Why? Why doesn't she care that I...love...her."
He then sighed and fell into a deep, trouble sleep.
Yeah I know, too short. :-) But at least I got another chapter up. Sorry it took so long. I've been busy with my new job! Read n Review! (Quick as a bunny on crack! Lol!)