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Saka- Of course you like this more. People tend to want to be happy rather than sad.

Sickmindedsucker- True, but Rogue really wanted her clothes back. She should have known that it wouldn't that easy.

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Rogue started to push her cart again. Remy followed.

"Uh uh," Rogue said, "You are not going with me. I need to shop and I am going to do it alone."

"Non. I'm goin' wit you. You have bad taste remember? I've gotta help you."

Rogue picked up a package of socks that were next to her and tossed them as hard as she could behind her calling, "Go fetch boy, come on, go fetch!"

Remy looked at her.

She clapped her hands. "You can do it, come on, whose the good wittle doggy woggy. Go fetch!"

Remy raised an eyebrow. Rogue huffed and said, "Well, it was worth a shot."

"We goin' shoppin' now cherè?"

"Yes, Swamp Rat. We are going shopping," she said in a resigned tone.

There is a fact in life that should be known to all. The kid who rips his pants in front of his class has got nothing on the girl picking out lingerie with a guy that that leers and gives suggestions (in a leering tone). However Rogue couldn't go home without buying anything unless she had a good explanation. Apparently those were hard to come in Rogue's world.

"Ooo cherè, how about this one!" Gambit said excitedly for about the fifth time, holding up something black and lacy. Rogue put her fingers to her temples and started to rub small circles.

"No Gambit. For the fifty-third time, I am not getting that. I don't care if you think white cotton is unattractive or boring or whatever, but it works for me. No one is going to see them, but me. Not to mention they are good for an active lifestyle."

"Not my kind of action-"

"Do you have an off button?"

"Yep, let me show you exactly where to push-"

Rogue gave a strangled cry.

Two minutes later she was interrupted from possibly picking out sports bras by "Ooo cherè, green silk. This will bring out your eyes."

Rogue whirled around to find gambit holding a hunter green silk set with smirk on his face. "Okay Swamp Rat, I'm going to say this once and once only. You stole my stuff- fine. You follow me around- Fine. But I draw the line at picking out my Underwear! IF YOU PICK OUT ONE MORE PINK, ORANGE, OR PURPLE AND GREEN POKA-DOTTED PAIR OF PANTIES, THONG, BRA, TEDDIE, NEGLIGEE, OR WHATEVER FOR ME, I SWEAR I'M GONNA MAKE YOU EAT IT! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"Oui. To about half the store cherè."

Indeed it seemed that all conversations in the nearby vicinity had ceased and random people were staring at her. Rogue learned to lessons at this moment. First, shouting about underwear in a store was a good way to get yourself noticed. Second, Rogue apparently was much smoother and more collected when she was drunk.

Rogue finally managed to make her way to check out. She only had to chase Remy down once and try to make him eat a bra. They had been passing a rack when Remy suddenly saluted and said, "Woo, Sir yes sir." He held up a hanger and told her, "You would make a mighty fine soldier lemmie tell you. A little army jacket, some ammo and boots and of course this little number and mm-mm."

Rogue accidentally scared three men out of the bathroom when she chased Gambit into it. They really needn't bothered; she was too busy stuffing a camouflage-colored pair of underwear into Remy's mouth to see anything…specific of theirs.

After buying the stuff, Rogue quickly changed in the bathroom, thankful that finally she wasn't so…naked…anymore. Gambit insisted on walking her to her car. This made Rogue very nervous. She kept darting looks at him beside her until she tripped over a curb and performed a spectacular face plant. Gambit got smacked in the face for a 9.7 score and commentary of her falling technique.

"So Cherè, when do I get my kiss good-bye?" Gambit asked after they put the bags in the car.

"Hmm…I've got the week after never open in my book, how about you?" she said in a candid voice.

"Now works best for me, I have to say." He replied, suddenly putting his arms on either side of her, hands on car.

"Back off Swampy, I'm warning you." She said, trying to stare him down. In reply he pushed her completely against the car.

"Or you will do what exactly?"

"I told you, I will drop you like a sack of potatoes."

"Sure you will," he said leaning closer to her, his breath hot on her face.

"Don't…" she warned quietly. As usual, Gambit refused to listen. Instead he pressed his lips to hers.

AHN AHN AHN AHN AHN AHN AHN! The sudden sounds of the car alarm startled them both. Rogue had accidentally leaned on the panic button when Remy had pressed her to the car. She had to go in and turn on the car to turn it off. She took this opportunity to make a get-away, waving to Gambit as she drove off.

When she got home, Kitty greeted her at the door, "Hey Rogue! Are you okay? You sounded like you were in a fight or something on the phone. What happened? Did you-"

Rogue hissed at her. It was best idea she could come up with at the time. If she bared her teeth and hissed theoretically she would be left alone.

She was successful. Kitty cautiously said, "Oooookay…" and backed away slowly. Good Kitty.

Rogue stomped up to her room and dropped onto her bed. It had been a long morning.


A/N

Short update, I know. I'm trying I swear.

Small allusion there, Kudos to anyone who caught it (SMS is obviously ineligible.)

Side note- Foxx is really really creepy looking. I don't understand X-men anymore!