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Rogue awoke a couple hours later to the beeping of the hotel alarm clock. She turned the annoying machine off and stretched. The long bus trip, combined with a couple hours of sleep on an actual mattress had left her well rested and ready to enjoy an evening on the town.
She got out of bed and walked over to the desk. She had noticed before going to sleep that the hotel had left several brochures that detailed many of New Orleans finest attractions. As she looked through the listings she saw advertisements for haunted places tours, tours of famous houses, an infinite number of sight seeing tours, tons of restaurants, and finally a rather thick booklet that was simply titled "The Nightlife of New Orleans". She took this book from the pile and flopped back down on the bed.
She spread out on her stomach and slowly began flipping through the pages of the book. The book was thorough and even included menus and cover charges for some of the higher end clubs. She finally got to the selection of dance clubs and began reading each entry. Since this was going to be her first night out she planned to do everything possible to see that she enjoyed it. After about fifteen minutes of searching she found a club that really appealed to her. The club's name was "The Blue Haven" and the advertisement in the book included a couple full color photos of the interior. The inside was done in blue, violet, silver, and black with lots of black-light. The club itself had been built inside a large warehouse near the heart of the French Quarter and surprising had a cover of only 15.00.
Rogue quickly got up and started digging through her duffle bag. She pulled out a pair of black, boot-cut jeans that she had cut in places only to sew dark red material behind and a dark red top. She also pulled out a see through silver over shirt that protected the skin of her upper arms that the top left vulnerable. She finally pulled on her boots and selected a pair of elbow high gloves from her bag. She felt the gloves on the bed for the time being and headed for the bathroom.
She quickly fixed her hair and brushed her teeth. She then touched up her makeup and went back into the main part of the room. She opened her bag and pulled out some cash and IDs. She had gotten a fake ID made a few months before she had decided to leave Bayville and had paid good money to have it made right. So far it had worked every time she had tried to use it. The club she had chosen allowed anyone who was 20 or older so she would be able to use her actual ID to get in the door and then the fake to get a drink if she wanted one.
She split the money into two equal piles and put one ID with each. She then placed the groups into separate pockets of her jeans. One of the reasons that she loved these jeans so much was because they had pockets that actually zipped. It might not have be much of a security measure against a truly dedicated thief but it made her feel more secure and that was all that really mattered.
When she had gathered what she would need for the night out she pulled her gloves on and grabbed her room key. Once she had locked the door she made her way out of the hotel and onto the street.
Immediately upon stepping outside she was amazed by how different New Orleans was at night then it was during the day. It was only just starting to get dark and already the streets were filled with people and the night life of the city had come alive. The smells of true Cajun cooking assaulted her nose and the lively sound of jazz and blues tempted her toward the closest clubs. Since the night was warm and the club wasn't too far she decided to walk and enjoy the sights. With her mind made up she began making her way down the street.
Remy LeBeau sighed quietly and leaned against doorframe of the entrance hall that he and the other Acolytes were using as their New Orleans base of operations. Magneto had decided that since Remy was from the city that one of the group's primary houses should be close to the city. The house he had brought was a huge plantation house that was surrounded by acres of forest and marsh. The above ground levels of the house were well kept and the outside of the house looked like any typical plantation house. The porch was lined with huge white pillars and elaborate railing which exited into a huge front lawn that had lines of willow trees lining the edges.
The underground levels of the mansion were where Magneto had built his base and it was only his ability to control metal that prevented rather expensive flood damage. At any rate the base suited the group's needs. To anyone who came close enough to see it the house appeared as normal as possible. The owners of the neighboring plantations had all come by when the Acolytes had first moved in and had been pleasantly surprised to find that the house was now being inhabited by a number of twenty-something young men. Most of the time they would simply lounge around the house and wait for their next orders but tonight was special. Remy had finally convinced the whole group to go out and have a night on the town. That had been no easy task considering who he worked with.
St. John was easy to convince. The young pyro loved to party and Remy enjoyed the other boy's company. Magneto's son Pietro was also easy to convince into a night on the town. The difficulty arose when Remy tried to convince Piotr to come with them as well. The Russian seemed to be firmly set against going out but Remy had finally convinced him to go with them and he had reluctantly agreed.
Now Remy was impatiently waiting for his team mates to meet him in the entrance hall so they could leave. A sudden wind caused Remy's trench coat to swirl around him and Remy looked over at Pietro with a look of good humored annoyance on his face.
"Remy thought dat speed demons were always on time." Piotro snorted in annoyance.
"I still made it here faster then John and Piotr."
"Dat you did homme and Remy appreciates that at least one other member of dis team has some concept a' time." Pietro laughed quietly.
"I think Piotr does have a concept of time. He is just being slow so he can minimize his time in a social situation. I have no idea where John is though. He was really hyped about going out when I saw him earlier." A noise on the stairs caused both boys to look in that direction. John stood at the top of the mansion's grand stair case with a huge grin on his face.
"You mates ready to party?" He called. Remy reached up and shifted his sun glasses so they balanced on the edge of his nose and looked up at the other boy.
"Remy been ready homme, he's been waitin on da three a' you." John made his way down the stairs before choosing to speak again.
"Piotr is almost ready. He'll be down any minute." Remy sighed in aggravation and glared in the direction of Piotr's room.
"Dat homme betta hurry up or all da belle femmes will be taken before we get there."
"Is that all you think about Remy?" The three boys turned to find Piotr standing at the top of the stairs, a look of distaste etched in his features. Remy grinned slightly.
"Not all the time homme. Just when Remy gets ta go out fer an evening." Piotr sighed and made his way down the stairs.
"Let's go and get this over with." Remy laughed quietly at the Russian's discomfort before sighing.
"Remy jus wants ta have a good time tonight Petey. He promises not ta get too involved wit any of da femmes as long as ya promise ta loosen up and enjoy yourself for an evening." The Russian seemed to relax a bit and he nodded.
"Da, I guess I can do that." Remy nodded and turned toward the door.
"Let's get a move on den. Remy wants ta get movin." The other boys followed him toward the garage where Pietro's jeep was parked. They piled in and Pietro started the engine. After a short fight over the radio they finally settled on a rock station and drove toward New Orleans. Remy had chosen the club, a place called "The Blue Haven" and the Cajun swore by it so the other boys had agreed.
They arrived at the club about a half an hour later and parked. They then made their way towards the door where they saw a long line of club goers waiting to get inside. Some people from the club were scanning the line and pulling the best looking and best dressed from the line and escorting them toward the front. Remy motioned for the other boys to follow him and made a beeline for the door. When they reached it the bouncer stopped them and Remy walked forward to speak with the man. After a couple minutes of quiet conversation and a few gestures at the other boys the bouncer stepped aside and waved the four of them through. As they entered several people near the front grumbled loudly but didn't do anything more.
Immediately upon entering the four mutants were engulfed in the sites and sounds of the club's atmosphere. Remy felt a smile spread across his face as he turned to face his companions. "What da ya all think of Remy's club pickin skills?" Pietro and John were grinning widely and even Piotr looked impressed. Satisfied Remy turned and motioned for the others to follow him.
Despite the crowds they managed to find a table large enough to fit all of them and Remy flagged the waitress at the bar. She nodded in his direction and a couple minutes later another girl came over to their table.
"What can I get fer ya boys?" She asked. They gave her their drink orders and she returned to the bar. About five minutes later she returned and passed out the drinks. Remy paid and tipped her and the girl left with a happy smile on her face. Once she was gone the boys sat in silence for several minutes in a companionable silence as they nursed their drinks and took in the club. Finally Remy stood.
"Remy is ready to hit da dance floor who wants ta come wit him?" Pietro was up in a flash and John was only slightly slower. Remy turned to Piotr expectantly and the Russian shook his head.
"I'll stay here for now. Go enjoy yourselves." Remy shrugged and led the way out onto the packed dance floor. It didn't take long for them to find eager dance partners and for once the three of them felt like normal young adults again. They weren't terrorists, just three twenty something boys out for a fun evening.
Rogue arrived at the club to find the line huge. She sighed in frustration and took her place at the end. After about fifteen minutes of waiting she was about to give up and go home when a man in a black t-shirt and pair of jeans approached her.
"Can I see an ID miss?" He asked. Rogue nodded and pulled out her ID for the guy. He studied it for a second and motioned for her to follow him. She obeyed and was surprised when the guy started walking toward the front of the line. When they reached the front he handed her ID to the bouncer and who studied it. Rogue was about to ask for her ID back when the man extended his hand and passed the ID back to her. He then removed the rope blocking the entrance to the club and smiled.
"Welcome ta da Blue Haven Chere." Rogue was slightly stunned but quickly pocketed her ID and entered the club. She was immediately engulfed in the dark atmosphere and bass heavy club music. The place was packed but Rogue was not going to allow the close quarters to affect her mood. She was away from the Institute and she was still riding high on the sense of rightness that her new found freedom was giving her. She intended to enjoy her first night in New Orleans and she would not let the sight of a crowd affect her. With renewed confidence Rogue made her way into the club and made herself ready for a night of fun.