One Wild Night
Chapter 5
Plastic Cups
Remy sighed slowly, releasing the pent up smoke in his lungs as he did so. His red and black eyes darted over to the clerk inside the 7-11 convenience store, making sure she wasn't calling the cops on him for loitering again. Whoever thought up making loitering a crime was the dumbest person on the face of the earth in Remy's opinion. It was a free country, he was allowed to stand where ever the hell he goddamned pleased. Shouldn't matter that 9 times out of 10 he was loitering because he was casing the joint. In his opinion, the clerk inside should be more worried about the drug deal that was going down not even ten yards from him, that had more potential to turn ugly than just him standing there. Or even the hooker that Remy spied eyeing him up out of the corner of his eye. He looked over at her, deciding to entertain him self while waiting for Rogue. He feigned casual interest as he looked over at her again and she smiled in a predatory way.
Can tell she's a feisty one. Remy thought as the streetwalking girl casually struck a pose so that he could get a nice view of the top of her inner thigh.
"Remy!"
"Merde!" Remy started and in the process, dropped his cigarette. "Damn it, chere, ya made me drop m'cigarette. Those t'ings are getting' expensive y'know."
"That wasn't the only thing ya were about ta drop just now if Ah hadn't come along."
"Hey, now dat ain't--" Remy, who had finally stopped stomping out his cigarette, finally looked up at Rogue and felt his jaw drop. He tried to finish his sentence, he really did but he couldn't get his brain to send the signals to his mouth. It was too busy gawking at Rogue, trying to process the unbelievable image before him.
"You're lettin' the flies in, sugh." Rogue said, shutting Remy's mouth for him.
Remy blinked, let his eyes almost indecently rove over her one more time and tried to speak again. This time he was successful. "How in de hell do you manage t' do that?"
"Do what?" Rogue asked as they walked towards Remy's motorcycle, which was parked around the corner of the store.
"Manage t' expose everyt'in' and cover it up at de same time?"
"Lots of practice." She smiled coyly. When they reached the bike, she leaned against it in a very provocative way with an unknowing look on her face.
Remy stood directly in for of her so that their knees touched, looked at her and folded his arms across his muscled chest. "Yo' bein' mean."
"Ah'm bein' mean? Who's tha one wearin' tha muscle shirt, huh?" She asked, poking him in one pectoral.
Remy rolled his eyes and swatted her hand away. "Get on de bike." He said while swinging his own leg over the metal steed. Once Rogue was situated on the back and had a helmet on, they roared out of the parking lot, headed toward destiny.
The ride to Duncan's house was not a very pleasant one for Rogue. It was the fall and the weather was cool and most of Rogue's outfit was thin and not very good at holding in heat. She tried not to hug too close to Remy lest she give him any ideas but the more she tried not to stay close to Remy, the faster they seemed to go, making Rogue colder. She swore he was doing it on purpose. They pulled into Duncan's driveway and parked behind Scott's car and Rogue gave him a smack in the arm for good measure.
"What was dat fo'?" Remy asked as they walked up to the house.
"For drivin' too fast." Rogue said.
Scott was ready to kill every last one of them. Between fighting for control of the radio and complaints about elbow room and leg room and whatever-else-room it was amazing Scott hadn't ran a red light and killed them all. Jean seemed to be back to her normal self, debating with Kitty about stiletto heels or something like that while Kurt was goofing off and using an obscenely high voice to interject odd statements here and there. Thankfully they reached Duncan's house shortly and everyone piled out. Scott stayed behind a few seconds and pried his hands off of the steering wheel.
"Wow, somebody's stressed." Jean said.
Scott smiled weakly "Inane chatter about shoes will do that to a guy." He got out of the car and walked around to the other side where Jean was and offered her his arm. "Ready?" he asked Jean
As ready as I'll ever be. "Yeah." She replied, hoping Scott would notice how nervous she had suddenly become.
Before they were even at the door, music could be heard thumping through the house at an outrageously loud level. The door was open and they walked in and the usual chaos of an unsupervised house party greeted them. Every visible spot was crowed with people, be they dancing, talking or making out where ever they could. The place was already trashed with empty plastic cups and paper plates and other disposable utensils littering the place. Not to mention the half eaten food. A couple ran by them with mischievous grins on their faces and they disappeared up stairs as something made of glass shattered.
"Wow. Fun." Scott commented dryly.
"What?" Jean shouted over the blaring music.
"Never mind." He shouted back.
"Wanna go get a drink?"
"Sure." I'm going to need it to keep my sanity in this mess. Scott thought as Jean took his hand and led him off to the nearest keg.
Jean expertly wove her way through the mass of partying people, noting that the fire marshal would probably have a field day with the number of violations. She spotted a group of guys gathered around something stout and metal and Jean knew she had found a keg. Just before she neared them, she saw a pair of feet go up into the air and chants of "chug-chug-chug!" started.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Jean shouted as she forced her way through the last few people. "I need two drinks before you guys do that."
She heard the beginnings of grumblings start from the guys but then the kid who was upside down over the keg said "It's alright guys, she's cool."
"Pete?" Jean asked as one of the guys helping to support him got two plastic cups.
"Hey Jeannie, glad you could make it." Pete said, his face slowly getting redder and redder from being upside down. "Hey Summers, didn't think you'd be here."
Scott just lifted his head in acknowledgement and half shrugged. "Didn't think I'd ever see you up upside down over a keg."
Pete just shrugged as best he could in his position. "Yeah, well. . ." No one heard the rest of Pete's sentence because Jean's drinks were shoved into her hands and the chorus of shouting started up again. The tap was put into Pete's mouth and opened up. Pete began gulping down alcohol furiously. More than a minute passed and Jean was impressed that Pete was able to last that long.
"C'mon, Jean, let's go somewhere else." She heard Scott's voice in her ear.
"Why?"
He didn't answer, instead just placed his hand on her arm and nodded his head in the opposite direction of Pete's keg stand. Jean took one last look at Pete and then followed Scott. They ended up in the living room where Jean noticed a cute pink bra hanging off of the ceiling fan as she took a drink.
"Jean, are you even listening to me?"
"Huh?"
"I said," Scott started to repeat himself. "Why did Taryn just tell me you're pregnant?"
As soon as the car stopped, Kurt hopped out of the back of Scott's cramped car, eager to stretch his legs. When he was done stretching he saw that Kitty had also gotten out of the car and was standing before him with a waiting look on her face.
"C'mon, let's go Fuzzy!" she shouted as she took his hand and raced up to the house. They were greeted with much the same scene as Scott and Jean, the house already trashed and music turned up loud.
"Like, oh my God, this is so great!" Kitty shouted.
"Ja." Kurt responded, not sure about what was so great about a dirty house and loud music. But then again, this was his first American "house party" so maybe that's what they did over here.
He was jerked forward by Kitty's hold on his hand, dragging him through the house towards the music that was now getting louder and louder. On the short trip there, he was exposed to more corrupting images than he had been in all his years on this earth. They stopped moving and Kitty seemed to pick the spot where the music would be the loudest.
"Let's dance!" she shouted at him and began boogying down. Kurt however was hesitant. People were way to close to him for his comfort and he did not want to find out what would happen if someone found out that he was mysteriously fuzzy.
"I don't know, Katzchen . . ."
"Oh, like come on Kurt!" She cried and then leaned in close to whisper something to him. "Everyone is either too drunk or too stoned to realize that you're fuzzy if they touched you."
Kurt thought for a second, looking around the room. A faint haze of smoke hung above them and the smell of marijuana and tobacco mixed with the scent of food and people. He thought he saw the top of Jean's red head as his eyes scanned the crowd and he decided that Kitty was probably right. He began dancing in earnest and was sorry that he had not started sooner as Kitty was somewhat of a dirty dancer in his opinion. Not that he minded at all, not one bit in fact. Songs faded in and out and into one another and soon all he knew was the beat of the music and the sight of Kitty and the sense of everyone else doing the same thing around them. He'd never felt so normal in his life.
"Wow, Kurt, I never knew you could dance so well."
Kurt turned to the sound of the voice and saw Amanda standing there. Oh no! was the singular thought that rang in Kurt's head as he tried with swallow with his suddenly too dry mouth and smile weakly. He had never really properly broke things off with Amanda, just going out with her because Kitty was taken by Lance at the time. But once that fell apart he just stopped seeing Amanda and spent more time hanging around the mansion and, by extension, Kitty.
"Oh hey, Amanda." He managed to say. "I didn't know you'd be here."
"Are you kidding me, it's like the biggest party of the year here!" she smiled brilliantly.
"Ja, looks like it." He replied and felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey Fuzzy, I'm gonna go get some punch, ya want some?" Kitty asked and Kurt couldn't help but notice how the top of her brow shone with slight sweat and her cheeks were lightly flushed.
"Jawohl!" Kurt exclaimed, pouncing on the excuse to get away. "I'll go vith you."
"That's ok, I'll--" Kitty started but was already being pushed along by Kurt and soon lost Amanda in the crowd. She tried to squirm out of his grasp but found that Kurt's grip was surprisingly strong.
"Kurt, like, what the hell!" she said when they arrived at the punch table.
"Sorry Katzchen" Kurt said as he began ladling punch into two cups. "It's just, things are . . . vierd between me und Amanda."
"Like, how come?" Kitty asked as he handed her one of the cups.
Because Lance dumped you und I saw mein chance. Kurt thought as he stalled for an excuse. He couldn't tell her the truth because then she'd think he was some kind of loser and would never even look at him again.
". . . Zere vas another person." The words came out of Kurt's mouth before he even knew he formed them. He had hoped he could just string together a bunch of different sounds and it would come out as something just as ambiguous as his 'weird' statement. But nope, Kurt Wagner would not have that kind of luck tonight.
"She cheated on you?" Kitty exclaimed, incredulous.
"Was!" Did I say zat? "Um, Ja," Kurt recovered. "Vhat a bitch, huh?"
"Like, I'll say." Kitty responded and motioned for Kurt to refill her cup.
"Thirsty?" Kurt commented with a raised brow as he began refilling her cup.
"Yeah, dancing sure is a work out. I can only imagine what it's like for you, all covered in fur." Kitty was handed her cup and drained its contents again. When she was done, she coughed and sputtered a bit, swaying and quickly grabbing onto the table for support.
"Whoa. . ." she murmured and Kurt helped her to stand upright again.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, I like think so." Kitty replied, putting a hand to her head. "Man, what's in this stuff?"
Kurt brought his own plastic cup, untouched, to his face and took a whiff. "Kitty, zis is spiked."
"No." Kitty said obviously, giggling.
Mein Gott, vhat have I done?
Jean coughed into her drink, knowing what it felt like to have beer shoot out her nose. "What?" she said, hand to her face to cover the liquid streaming out of her nose. Scott handed her a tissue and she mumbled a 'thank you' before wiping her face. She coughed a few more times before she regained her composure and asked again: "What did you say?"
Scott rolled his eyes, annoyed that he had to repeat himself, again. "Taryn just told me that you're pregnant."
"Shh! Shut up!" Jean put a hand over his mouth. "Do you really want there to be a rumor about that?" On the inside Jean was throwing a total panic attack. How did Taryn find out? She hadn't told anyone anything about whatever was going on between her and Duncan. What went on between them or whatever they got up to was no body's business but Jean's and Duncan's.
Scott removed Jean's hand from his mouth. "Jean, I just--"
She cut him off with a gesture of her hand. "Obviously Taryn is trying to pick a fight. And since when did you put any stock into anything she says?"
She didn't hear Scott's response because she was too distracted by a thought bubbling to the surface of her mind. Unless Duncan. . . .
Distractedly, Jean put her drink into Scott hands. "Excuse me, I have to go . . . talk to Duncan."
With the murderous look on Jean's face, Scott decided two things: stay out of Jean's way and that he was very happy that he was not Duncan.
Jean made her way through the party, looking for any sign of blonde hair and a letter jacket. When she got her hands on him. . . . She had told him what went on between them was private, that he was not to go bragging to his buddies or telling stories or anything. She should have known better; honestly, what was she expecting from him? For him to change, for him to keep his promises like Scott had? Jean stopped in her tracks, feeling like she had been hit in the gut. Was that what she had wanted from Duncan all along? A crash and the sound of splintering wood broke Jean's reverie. In front of her was Rogue on top of some girl, who was on top of what was a coffee table. Rogue was straddling the girl's waist, yelling incoherently about something and beating the living daylights out of the girl.
A/N: It's over, finally over! Yay! The semester's done! A month off:dances: Ok, I'm done. Sorry it's taken so long but college is a bitch, as I'm sure you've all probably heard from other college fic writers. I should really call this fic "Jungle land" because this fic reminds me a lot of the song by Bruce Springsteen. They're making me get rid of review responses, what the hell is that? I guess this will be the last time you'll all get to hear (read?) my little spiel down here, since I don't want my story to be deleted for something stupid.
Review Responses: (last one, sniff.)
IvyZoe: Wish everyone else understood that? You haven't been hitting the wacky tabacky, have you? Lol ;). Logan is in fact closer to everyone else's age; at least he acts that way. He has a feeling that he's older than he really is, but acts around his early twenty's, which puts him closest to Remy's age which is about 19, almost 20. And I'm definitely not going to give up on this because I spent about two weeks in November writing a "scene" for the Romy-centric sequel to this. Funny how a "scene" turned into 20+ pages.
Ishy: I hope you did well on those mid-terms that were like two months ago! Man, I've gotta find more time to update. Your right, last chapter (and this chapter too) are a prelude to worse things to come. Those worse things should start next chapter and will definitely be here the chapter after that (I hope). I'll try and be faster with the next chapter :).
Sakura5star: Yes, Logan and Remy are living together, but not in a slashy way. They're just roomies in the apartment above Hank's bar. But if you want to add slashy undertones to this in your head to make things more interesting, go ahead. .
TheSinisterBra: I love your penname, 'tis funny. Wow, I'm flattered that you love the way I've made the characters in this story. Everything you said is what I was going for, all the fakeness and issues and everything. I'm just really flattered by your review, so thank you!
me: And another flattering review! I'm so glad that I'm making these characters seem "real" to everybody or as about as real as comic book characters can get. You're another one who's spot on with everything I was going for. I wanted this to be perceived as real and messed up with issues and contradictions and you're another one who got that! Thank you!
Ksmufer: Thanks, I seem to be making people like characters they usually don't like a lot in this fic.
Bluebamfette: Thanks, I think there is going to be more Kurtty in this, so stay tuned!
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