This is rewrite but no big changes . . .
Author's notes: Rogue's thoughts in italics
Angel. Chapter six
Rogue ran. She ran through the corridors. She ran out the door and hi- jacked one of Scott's precious cars. She drove away and stopped at the nearest bar. She rushed in an ordered a beer, slid onto one of the booths and rested her head in her hands. She wanted to cry but now wasn't the place or the time.
Look how much like Logan I've become she thought angrily. I'm running away from my problems and drowning myself in cheap alcohol She smiled grimly. But it's a hell of a lotta of fun!
She ran a hand through her hair and took a gulp from her glass. She looked around, wondering again what had possessed her to come here...although it wasn't the first time she had been in this sort of place before. She gazed glumly and the dirty counter and tried not to think about Logan, which was particularly hard as she found that he was frequently on her mind. Damn you Logan
It was at that point that she felt a presence behind her and sucked in her breath sharply. The stranger sat down behind her but did not stop staring at her. Rogue chose to ignore it and concentrated on enjoying her drink.
" What's a girl like you doin' in a place like dis?" the stranger said, his voice accented with what seemed to Rogue as a off-French accent. She looked behind at him with weary eyes, and saw that he was in fact Cajun. The man, who was breathtakingly handsome, moved to slide into the booth on the opposite end of the table.
" And what do you know about where I belong?"
" Nuthin', I just know that you don't belong 'ere."
Rogue rolled her eyes and said nothing.
" So what are you doing here, drowning your troubles?" he asked more softly.
" That's none of your business."
" Why you getting so touchy with Remy, he ain't doin' nuthin' wrong?"
Rogue looked at him again and was surprised to see shining red eyes. He was a mutant.
" Sorry, didn't mean to take it out on you."
" Take what out?"
" Nothing."
And Rogue dismissed here topic with a wave of her hand.
" My name's Remy. Remy LeBeau, but you can call me Gambit."
He gave her a flashing smile. Rogue couldn't help but return it, she needed a friend right now.
" Rogue." She said and shook his hand for a brief moment.
" Rogue, funny name for a girl."
" Is it?" she asked and laughed out loud. The laugh brightened her countenance and suddenly Rogue's problems didn't seem so bad. Gambit gave her a warm smile and leaned across the table so his face was nearer hers. He reached out his hand.
" Nice to see you laugh, you look even more beautiful. Maybe I can cheer you up even more?"
Rogue laughed again, but this time at the absurdity of his question. He was definitely forward.
" I don't think so. Maybe some other time."
She smiled warmly and finished her beer. She slid out of the booth to leave but he copied her movements exited the booth as well. He smiled again with a little more playfulness.
" There may not be a next time. Lightening doesn't strike twice." He teased.
Rogue laughed again.
" Well I believe in miracles."
She turned to walk out. She didn't look back; she didn't need to. She could feel him staring at her.
Rogue drove around aimlessly for a while before deciding to go back to the school; she had suddenly realised how late it was. She parked the car and hurried inside. She crept to her bedroom, desperately hoping not to run into Logan on her way there. She reached her door safe and sound. She opened it quietly, as it was at least 1am in the morning, tensing at the loud creaking it was making. She closed it softly behind her and desperately wanted to collapse on her bed and convulse into a blob of mass emotional hysteria i.e. sob her heart out.
" Just where the hell have you been?" asked an angry voice from within the shadows of her room. Panicked, she switched on the light and found Logan sitting on the edge of her bed glaring at her as if she just killed all the new-born babies in the past 10 years before his very eyes. He was livid. This is not going to be great night