Thanks to:

Heartsyhawk – The Prof is gonna go of his nut when they get home lol. I can just see him going nuclear at Logan…

Todd Fan – It's great to put Sam in the middle of things and there will be more New Recruit goodness soon!

Riderazzo – Wait no longer! Lancitty and my fist attempt at Romy are right here!

Arikitten – The others are starting to show up now and not all of them are in good moods…

TheDreamerLady – GO PYRO lol. The guy paying for it all is gonna be sorry that he did too!

Rogue14 – This is a pretty short chapter too. The plan was to update the short chapters frequently but my laptop went tits up so I haven't been able to. It's behaving itself at the moment, but for how long?

LadyEvils – When I first wrote the fic it seemed like the most popular pairings around were Pyro/ Amara or Tabby/ Amara but I wasn't a huge fan of either so decided to combine them ;) And you can expect more wedding insanity…

XME – Sam destroys a strip club! He's gonna be in trouble!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters portrayed herein.

Author Note: This is my first attempt at writing Romy and I think it's a little cheesy. More fluff than a bunny convention! So let me know what you think.

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Kitty opened her eyes and wondered for a moment why she was soaked from the waist down. Then she realised she was in the Jacuzzi that her private room in Vegas offered and sighed in relief. It was better than the alternative.

She dragged herself out of the Jacuzzi and took stock. Her head felt heavier than usual but there were no missing limbs. There were missing clothes and several missing hours from the night before. Her right butt cheek stung and she turned her head around to check out why that was.

Lance chose that moment to walk back into the room bearing a bottle of champagne and a bag of donuts. "Hey pretty-Kitty, that's the kind of greeting I'd like to get every morning!"

"Lance."

"What?"

"Why is your name tattooed on my ass?"

"You insisted on it. Said you wanted a lasting memory of the best night of your life!"

"I got a tattoo?"

"I told you you'd regret it in the morning but you seemed to think you'd never be sorry."

"You let me get a tattoo?"

"Only because you promised not to show it to Logan. I do not need him killing me for something that was all your idea."

"My idea?" Kitty twisted her torso around to get a better look. "There's little hearts around it!"

"You said it was sweet."

"I don't believe this!" Kitty went over to Lance, snatched the champagne out of the way and opened it, glugging straight from the bottle.

"You were pretty wasted Kitty. Maybe you should lay of the champagne or else you'll wake up with one on the other cheek!"

"You think this is funny? You're not the one who woke up with a tattoo this morning!"

"Well actually…" Lance rolled up his shirtsleeve and rather sheepishly displayed an attractively drawn tattoo of Kitty on his bicep. "You'd better not dump me again or else I'm screwed!"

Kitty smiled. "Maybe we should have just gotten married. Less permanent."

The look of horror on Lance's face made her go into hysterical gales of laughter. "What? You've got my face on your arm but you don't want it on your pillow?"

"There's no one I'd prefer to find on my pillow every morning," said Lance. "But if you want my head to stay on my shoulders then it's best not to do anything to piss Logan off."

Kitty wrapped her arms around his waist. "Then I promise not to let him see my ass."

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"You pervert!"

CRASH!

"Calm down chere…"

"You were just waiting for me to get drunk!"

SMASH!

"Chere, don't t'row dat…"

CRASH!

"You low-down, no-good, sex-crazed sack of crap!"

Remy held up his hands, hoping to mollify an enraged Rogue. "It was all your idea!"

"You brought the damn power dampening collar! You planned it!"

"Well, oui but…"

"Ah would never have come back here with you if ah was sober!"

Remy smirked. "Right chere, just keep telling yourself that."

Big mistake. A flying bottle of champagne, fortunately empty, hit Remy in the head and knocked him over.

"Ouch!"

Rogue went over and planted a foot in a place where Remy would rather she didn't stomp. "You cretin! You just misdirected me with your booze and your sweet talk and your lovely tight jeans and your sexy eyes and…and, uh…"

"And de booze?"

"And your booze!"

Remy began debating how to get away before Rogue noticed and began to stomp. "Uh, chere, you t'ink you can move now?"

"Why should ah?"

"Remy's getting turned on."

Rogue moved her foot in a hurry, allowing Remy the chance to get up. He grinned. "You know, dat whole dominatrix t'ing suits you. Should do it more often."

""You…you…" Rogue ran out of words and instead grabbed Remy by the arms. They struggled for a moment; turning one eighty before Rogue shoved him away. He caught her by the wrists, thankful that she was still wearing the collar, and fell backward onto the bed, taking her with him.

Rogue blinked. "Uh…weren't we fighting?"

"Oui but dis is our last day in Vegas and dere's no better way to remember it…"

I'm still really mad at him thought Rogue. I'm just doing this to remember the weekend…

Just keep telling yourself that.