Ishandahalf: I thought I would be away for longer, but luckily for me I was back in the city before new year! Huzzah indeed. I start having convulsions if I'm away from the bright lights for too long, which is actually very ironic…Swivel chairs are fun! I wish I had one too, at the moment I am actually sitting on the floor with my laptop. It's not very comfy :-(
Freak87: I'm guessing '04 wasn't great for you either huh? Well if you ever fancy a chat… Good luck with college and your graduation. I'm sure it'll be fine; I don't know a single person who regrets it, just embrace the experience etc :-)
Chica De Los Ojos Café: it's a good thing Kitty's there huh? Or else Remy would be utterly screwed, and not in the way he'd like….
Sweety8587: Chester? Ships? My, I am confused…I've never see the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. It's on my "to watch" list, though currently that list is about 3 miles long…
Heartsyhawk: its good he's seeing the error of his ways, lets just hope Rogue gives him a chance now!
Loneraven: I hope interesting is a good place to start from! Thanks for reviewing
Epona04: I don't mind how you read it, its just lovely that you are! And reviewing too, which makes it even better ;-) Glad you like it so far, here's a lil more for you…
Bant: wow that seemed like an enthusiastic review! Perhaps it was the capital letters…ta very much for it!
NiNab: sorry I keep forgetting to email you, I'm going to write it on my hand in future! Thanks for reviewing though, happy new year!
Miss Ginny: I think this whole story is lame, I'm afraid one thing you have to put up with in my stories is my self-deprication! Thanks, for your honesty though, it was actually quite encouraging. Quick enough update for you? ;-)
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Music When The Lights Go OutChapter Seven (Something about saviours)
The café where Kitty worked was really a good walk away from his building, just as Rogue's gallery was. He was just grateful it was easy to find, though it was set back a little from the main road.
He hung around outside and smoked a cigarette until Kitty turned up, still in her waitressing clothes and looking a little tired. She didn't look exactly thrilled to see Remy either.
"Busy day?" he asked innocently, getting nothing more than an evil glare from the usually perky Kitty.
"You do know Rogue is going to like, kill me if she finds out about this, and I mean that literally."
"Well den it'll be our lil secret wont it."
"What do you want anyway?" She said, stopping in her tracks.
"I just wanna know what a poor ol' Cajun like myself can do t' stop her from hatin' me."
Kitty laughed a little. "If you wanted that you shouldn't have come across so fake when you first met her, she really despises that kinda thing."
"I was only playin' around, can't y' see I'm genuine now?" he was almost pleading. Kitty just shrugged. "Look, y' gave me her number, why did y' do dat if y' evidently t'ought I was so sleazy?"
"I never said I thought you were sleazy!" Kitty said indignantly. "I gave you her number because I thought Rogue could, like, do with meeting a few more guys, she just turns down everyone who asks her out, most of the time she, like, doesn't even have a reason."
"So it wasn't anything personal?"
"Who knows? Rogue likes to take care of herself, she's been doing it for a really long time now. I think she's just scared someone's gonna come in and like, take that all away from her or something. Besides, she's been hurt before, but like, then again, who hasn't?"
Remy had to say he was impressed with how insightful Kitty was being into this, but it did make the whole situation seem just that little bit more hopeless. Not only did she think he was sleazy and fake, but she didn't want to get close to anyone full stop. Although Remy could do his best to change her opinion on the former, there was very little he could do about the latter.
"Look Remy," Kitty stopped his train of thought. "All you can do is be genuine and honest with her, just let her decide the rest ok?
"Right, t'anks Kitty, Remy gonna bear all dis in mind…"
Kitty smiled slightly before turning the corner and heading off down a different road leaving Remy all alone on the street. He had really hoped meeting Kitty would clarify things a bit, but in fact it had done the exact opposite and now he was more confused than he had been in the beginning. One thing however was as clear as crystal in his mind. He wanted to see Rogue again.
He decided he would go out that night, go to a club or someplace with loud music where he wouldn't be able to hear himself think and was guaranteed to wake up with a throbbing headache the next day. He hailed a taxi and went back to his office.
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Much later that evening and much more casually dressed, Remy found himself inside a smoky nightclub in downtown New York. He had never been here before but he had heard about it, he was up for trying something new.
He ordered a beer and then moved carefully over the crowed dance floor and over to the opposite side of the room. He hadn't been there long when a familiar face walked in through the door and his spirits rose.
It was her, and she had never looked so gorgeous. In a wine coloured dress that clung in all the right places and her auburn hair pinned up so only her white bangs fell down to frame her face, as she walked across the room she held the attention of nearly every male in room, and boy did Remy notice that-he could barely contain his jealously.
Silently he sipped his beer and watched as she sat at the bar and ordered a drink, watching the people on the dance floor and rebuffing all the men that asked her to dance. She hadn't noticed Remy yet.
She didn't stay there too long though and soon she got up to dance, but not with anyone in particular Remy noted with pleasure. He watched her as she danced with reckless abandon, it was the most graceful and carefree he had ever seen her and the look on her face as she swayed to the music was one of utter pleasure.
However one eye was still one the bar and one suspicious man who had been sitting next to his chérie and spent all evening slyly eyeing her up. Remy didn't like it one bit. He certainly didn't like the thought of that man making a move on her….
After a while, Rogue went back to her seat and her drink, dancing in the hot, cramped club must have left her tired and thirsty he guessed. In his wildest dreams he would go over there and ask her to dance and she would say yes and she would dance with the kind of seductive pleasure that he had seen just now…but in reality he would go over there and ask her to dance and she would say no and probably call him something derogatory…
She wasn't looking all that well now though, she was still at the bar but she was holding her head and looking distinctly worse for wear. Suddenly she got up off her bar stool and made for the door. The man who was sitting next to her got up too and followed her out. It could be coincidence but Remy wasn't taking chances, he ran out after them.
Outside the club Remy couldn't see anyone at first-the street was empty. He was just about to run down one end of the road when he heard a very distinctive southern accent from a nearby alleyway in the opposite direction.
"Get off of me!"
He sprinted faster than he ever thought he was capable of in the direction of her voice and found and very inebriated, barely conscious Rogue, being lecherously wrestled to the ground by the man who had followed her out. Despite her current state, Rogue was putting up a fight, but Remy didn't think it was going to last any longer.
"Hey, y' listen t' de lady."
The man looked up, he hadn't counted on company. Remy certainly wasn't in the mood for holding back, it didn't take a genius to guess that this creep had put something into Rogue's drink when she had left it to dance and then waited for the right moment. He grabbed him and wrenched him off Rogue's prone body
"Y' sick, y' know dat?" he told him before punching him squarely in the jaw. The man reeled back and Remy flew at him again. This time the man practically flew into the brick wall of the alley and he was knocked out cold.
"Rogue?" Remy asked gently, kneeling down next to her and lifting her head gently into his lap, "Y' still wit' me chére?"
He only got a vague, mumbled response.
"I'm gonna take y' back t' my apartment ok chére, y' spend de night dere." She was out completely now. Carefully he lifted her in his arms and hailed a taxi. He had a funny feeling she wasn't going to be all that pleased when she woke up tomorrow morning and found herself in his bed, though really that was the least of her worries.
The ride didn't take long and soon they were back at his home. He took off her shoes and then with great care, lifted her into his soft bed and tucked the blankets around her, making sure there was no way at all she could roll out and hurt herself.
"Sweet dreams chérie," he whispered as he closed the door and settled down for a comfortable night on the sofa….
Aww, he save her, that's gotta earn him a few brownie points huh?
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