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NOTE: Part of the story will make more sense if you read this note. Remy and Angie's rooms are right next to each other. You can get to both of them through the hall, but they are also connect by a door. There is also a bathroom connected to every bedroom. Also, ROGUE CAN TOUCH!(I'll leave the details on how to you.)

WARNING: This chapter contains major Romy and a slightly inebriated Remy. Read at your own risk. ;)

Disclaimer: If I didn't own it in the first chapter, I definitely don't own it now.


-Chapter Seven-

Boys' Night Out and Drunken Confessions

Previously in "I Ain't de devil, I just look like 'im" :

"Cuz we're takin' ya for a guy's night out!" The Australian said with a grin. Before he could protest, Remy found himself being led out to the car by John, Piotr, and several others. Well, dis is certainly turnin' out t' be an interestin' birthday.

Mel's Bar/ Bayville, New York/ present time

"Fill 'em up again, mate!" John flagged down the bartender, holding up his shot glass. They had been had the bar for a few hours now and he was a bit unsteady on his feet.

It was going on 11:30 so most of the guys had gone home already. All that was left was John, Remy, Piotr, Logan, and, surprisingly, Scott. Remy didn't know why the goody-two-shoes had come along, but didn't feel the need to press the issue.

The five of them had been playing pool for about and hour, but as intoxication increased, the interest in the game decreased.

"Here mate." John handed one of the glasses to Remy, who threw his head back and downed the liquor. "T'anks, Johnny." He leaned on his pool cue and gazed at his companions, a mischievous smile adorning his lips. "Okay, next question. Who was ya first?"

"REM!" said John in a drunken whisper. "Ya tryin' ta help Logan find out I slept with Wanda?"

Logan said, "I heard that, Pyro," Causing the other three to laugh.

"How 'bout ya, One-eye?"

Scott took a swig of his beer, ignoring the question. As the others continued to stare at him, he gave a defeated sigh. "Jean wants to wait, and I'm not going to pressure her."

John laughed. "Ya sound like a bad TV movie, mate!" Scott turned red, but didn't say anything.

Piotr laid a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Do not listen to him, comrade. You are doing an honorable zing. I, too, am saving myself for marriage."

"Good choice, mis amis," mumbled Remy as he lined up his next shot.

"What's yer story, Gumbo?" asked Logan, speaking up for the first time.

"Yeah, you obviously don't fit into Piotr and mine's category," scoffed Scott, the alcohol making him bolder than usual.

Remy didn't answer at first. He grabbed his glass of beer off the table and chugged it down. "Young, blond, beautiful, definitely not innocent, and hated my guts." His grabbed the pool table as the room began to spin slightly.

"Figures."

The Cajun spun around to stare at Scott. "What's dat s'pposed t' mean?"

"Figures that someone you would date cheap whores!"

"Ya know, Scott, if ya just took dat stick outta your ass, ya might have fun once in awhile!"

"Oh, so having a kid when your seventeen is fun now? Guess I missed out on that one!"

In a flash, Remy was on top of Scott, punching every body part he could reach, with Scott returning the favor. Piotr waited a few minutes before walking over and pulling them apart.

Scott had a busted lip and Remy had a cut on his cheek. They had broken the table, a chair, and several glasses.

"I think it's time to head back." Proclaimed Logan. "Pyro, you and Piotr take these guys outside. Get 'em cooled off and into the jeep. I'll go pay off the tab" he glanced at the broken table, "and the damages."

The ride back to mansion was silent.

/Xavier's School for the Gifted/ Bayville, New York/ present time

Everyone went to their rooms separately, Remy and Scott both refusing help even as they staggered down the hall in their drunken post-fight state.

Remy stumbled into his bedroom, tripping over a chair as he shut the door. He searched around for the light switch, falling over many other objects along the way.

Suddenly the room was flooded with light. Rogue stood in the doorway to Angie's room. "Remy, is everything alright?"

He sank onto his bed. "Magnifique (sp?), cherie. What ya doin' in dere?"

Rogue ignored his sarcastic remark and walked over by him. "It was my turn ta check on Angie . . . Remy! You're bleeding!" She gasped. She ran into his bathroom and grabbed a first-aid kit. "Hold still." Gently, she held his face with one hand used the other the clean the cut. "So, what happened?"

He shrugged. "A fight." Remy stared at Rogue's face as she worked. "Ya are an ange, cherie."

Rogue shook her head. "An' your drunk, cher." She said, mimicking him.

He grabbed her hand and stared straight into her eyes. "Non, it's not de alcohol. Ya are de most belle fille I've evea seen."

Rogue blushed, but did not break the eye contact. " I love ya eyes. Angie's, too. They're so different." She said, trying to change to topic. It didn't work.

"I like yours, too. Two emeralds shinin' on de face of beautiful woman." His inhibitions forgotten, Remy leaned in closer. Their lips were inches apart. "Can I kiss ya?"

Rogue was torn. Half her mind was screaming Don't do it! He's drunk! while the other half yelled back Screw it! Ya know ya wanna do it! Finally the second half won and she closed the distance between them.

It started out simple and sweet. After a bit, Remy's tongue began to beg for entrance into Rogue's mouth. She complied and was greeted with the taste of alcohol. She wished the kiss would never end. It feel so . . . right. Does this mean I'm in . . . love? Their tongues battled for dominance until lack of oxygen forced them to part.

It was then that Rogue realized they were laying back on the bed, both breathing heavily. Guilt washed over her as she thought of what she had just done. He's drunk and if he remembers this in the mornin', he'll blame it all the alcohol. He'll probably think that I took advantage of the fact that he was drunk . . . She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't notice that Remy was talking to her. "What did ya say?"

He had sat up now and was looking at his hands. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done dat." He cast her an ashamed look. "Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret so your friends don't give ya a hard time cuz of it."

"What the hell are ya talkin' bout? Why should I care if the others know if we kissed? God, Kitty and Wanda already tease me for likin' ya! They'll just say 'it's-'" Rogue hand flew to her mouth as she realized what she just said. "'It's about time.'" She finished in a small voice.

"Ya like me?" Remy let out a snort of laughter. "Yeah, right."

"What's that s'pposed ta mean?"

"It means, ev'rybody likes ya at first, but den when dey get t' know ya, dey leave ya."

Rogue wasn't feeling guilt now, but anger. "If ya hadn't noticed, everyone hear has problems, but we haven't left each other yet."

"Ya don' understand-"

"If you're talkin' about being shot down by the opposite sex, I know alot more than ya do! Try spendin' all your teenage years havin' poison for skin so no one can touch ya!"

"Really? Dat must've been awful." Said Remy in disbelief.

Rogue calmed down. "Yeah, but I got over it." She took his hand. "I felt somethin' when ya kissed me, didn't ya feel it, too?"

Remy pulled his hand away. "Yes, an' dat's why I'm tryin' t' end dis before it begins."

"WHY?"

"Because it'll end sooner or later. Everything good always does." He buried his head in his hands.

Rogue gave him a curious look. "What happened ta her?"

"What do ya mean?"

"Is this about Angie's mom? Somethin' happened and now ya won' let people get close ta ya?"

Remy gave her a sad smile. "Somet'ing like dat."

"Can ya tell me?" He shook his head. "Remy, I did the same thing when I couldn't touch. I pushed people away; I refused ta make friends cuz I thought they'd all go away when they found out what a freak I was. But then I opened up ta them and those friendships helped me control my powers."

"I can't tell ya."

Rogue bit her lip in deep thought. "Do ya trust me?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let me absorb your memories." Remy gave her a doubtful look, but Rogue pressed on. "Please, Remy I saw ya the other night after ya heard Scott in the library. Somethin' is bothering ya and I wanna help."

Remy considered the offer. What did he have to lose? Secrets don't stay secrets very long. "Fine. Do it."

"Ya sure?"

"Positive."

Rogue nodded. She laid him back on the bed and gave him a short kiss. "For luck." She said with a slight blush. She took his hand, concentrated, and felt the old familiar pull.

TBC . . .


Next up: Remy's past! Very soon, too. It's been finished since chapter 3, I just have to make some adjustments and I'll update.

How was this chapter? I wrote it in two hours and I wanted to quick submit it before I changed my mind and decided I didn't like it and then spend forever trying to fix something that doesn't need to be fixed. Did that sentence make any sense? Later - Takimi/Romy