Alright, I'm back! Sorry it's taken moi forever to update, it's been crazy busy here. Things have settled down though, so I should be able to update regularly nowwe'll hafta wait and see.

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Complications

Chapter 3: Bar Work

Remy Lebeau desperately drove to the nearest bar, breaking every law along the way. He didn't care though. All he could think about was drinking away the horrible night he had just had with Belle. Merde, he had never met a more fussy femme. They of course, had arrived late, and Belle immediately complained of the line they had to wait in. A line which consisted of one couple that was in front of them. They were quickly seated, but Bella didn't like where the gentleman had seated them. She would have complained to, had Remy not taken her hand in his and said some cheesy line about how beautiful she looked. Belle of course bought the line, forgetting about their "horrible" table". They ordered, and Remy thought that the night was beginning to look up. Boy was he kidding himself. The food arrived and after one bite, Belladonna was bitching, demanding to speak to the head chef. Every eye in the room was on them, nobody spoke. Remy tried his best to calm the femme down, but that only made things worse, ending in Belle storming from the restaurant, Remy leaving some bills on the table, and following after her while apologizing to the owner. It was one restaurant he wouldn't be visiting for a while. The ride home had been quiet, and when they arrived at Belle's home she turned to Remy, giving him a peck on the cheek, telling him what a great time she had. As soon as she was in her house, Remy took off for his own. He tried to fall asleep, but it wasn't happening. Getting on his bike, Remy decided that a few drinks were the only thing that would help. That, or a belle femme. So here he was, pulling into Wolverine's, a local bar that he visited every once in a while. It was packed inside. All of the booths and tables were filled, and every cue stick for the pool tables were in use. Remy had never seen it this busy. Making his way to the bar, he quickly found a seat. Just his luck, the bartender was nowhere to be seen.

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"No Stripes, I'm not lettin' you help me tonight. There's way too many losers out there."

"An' that's why ya need mah help! The place is packed!"

Rogue glared at her father with no success. The man was immune to them. Why shouldn't he be when her father had taught her how to do it in the first place.

"Ya know ya need the help. Look, Ah'll work the bar."

Logan let out a grunt, "I've already got Red working the bar."

Rogue rolled her eyes, "So make her work the floor. Ah'll take her place an' then it'll work."

"Stripes" Rogue said with a bash of her eyes. He was wearing down and she knew it.

"Fine. I'll go tell Red."

Rogue suppressed a smirk as he walked out of the room. Grabbing the pair of clothes she had in her backpack, Rogue went to change. She appeared a moment later and headed to the bar immediately. 'Wondah wha kind of perv will bothah meh tonight.'

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After waiting for a good five minutes Remy had almost given up and gone home. Where was the damn bartender? A strongly built man appeared from a curtain behind the bar. Remy watched him frown and proceed to scan the bar. A low growl was emitted from his mouth and the man moved toward the opposite end of the bar. Leaning forward Remy saw a belle redhead talking to a guy. The man poked her on the shoulder and the redhead jumped. A few words were exchanged and Remy watched the femme head behind the curtain. 'So dat's where de bartender was. Damn, Remy would've preferred bein' served by her.'

"What can I get you bub?" came the man's voice.

"Remy'll have de strongest t'ing you've got mon ami."

He nodded and began making the drink.

"Dis your place homme?" Remy questioned.

"Yeah."

"Dat makes you de Wolverine den, right?"

"Yeah."

He handed Remy the drink, "You sure are a homme of few words."

The Wolverine ignored this, moving on to another customer.

Grabbing his drink, Remy spun around on the stool, checking out the scene. Tonight's crowd mostly consisted of man, much to Remy's disappointment. There was the redheaded femme, a table of ladies who seemed to be man hunting, and a set of twins playing pool with a bunch of guys. Nothing Remy was interested in flirting with. 'well mebbe de redhead'

"Wha can Ah get ya sugah?"

"Your number would be nice."

A beautiful laugh floated up to Remy's ears.

"Not a chance of tha happenin'. Now are ya gonna order or not."

Remy's stool swung around immediately, and his jaw nearly dropped. It was the belle femme he had flirted with at the flower shop, Rogue. He took her in, admiring the way the red halter top and tight black jeans hugged her body. He watched as she handed a sleazy looking man his drink. 'Dis be too perfect.'

"Hey dere chere," Remy purred, "How 'bout another drink?"

"Sure sugah, what'll it-"

Remy couldn't help but give the femme his trademark grin as he caught the look on her face. Gazing at her eyes, he could see them questioning what he was doing here. The surprised look on her belle face was left as quickly as it came, masked by a more neutral look, and then a cold glare.

"Wha' are ya doin' here?"

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"Hey dere chere, how 'bout another drink?"

Rogue rolled her eyes at the smooth voice that drifted to her ears. Men. She turned to it's owner, in the process of asking him what he wanted, only to stop midway when she saw who it was. Surprised was an understatement. The annoying (yet attractive) swamp rat who had pestered her at the flower shop was now sitting right in front of her. Talk about bad karma. What had she done to deserve this torture. She caught sight of him looking amused, a cocky grin on his face, and immediately realized her mouth was a bit open from the shock. A glare came to her face as anger boiled inside. Who did this guy think he was?

The words erupted from her mouth without any thought, "Wha' are ya doin' here?"

She watched him chuckle, "Why chere, Remy be here ta get a drink. What else do ya t'ink he'd be doin' here?"

Rogue's frown deepened, "Ah don' know, seems lahke ya stalkin' meh."

Remy placed a hand over his heart, "Now dat hurts chere."

"Ah could care less swamp rat," Rogue replied turning away. She took a step away from Remy, intent on moving to the other side of the bar, when she felt something, or someone, grab her wrist, pulling her back. Turning around, Rogue was only inches from the face of the cocky swamp rat, who now had a firm grip on her arm.

He shook his head in a mocking manner, "Tsk, tsk chere. Ya didn' 'member ta get Remy's order."

Rogue tried to wrench herself free from his grip, but failed. The damn man was holding too tight, "Let go."

Remy, instead of letting go, stared more intently at her, "Remy still need ta order."

Anger swelled up inside of Rogue, but she managed to maintain a calm face. Through gritted teeth, Rogue was able to spit out, "Wha' can Ah get ya?"

Looking suggestively at her, Remy said one word, "You."

Before Rogue even had a chance to react, she felt a presence to her left. There was a low growl and Rogue watched with delight as Remy gulped.

"Is there a problem here Stripes?"

Smirking, Rogue glanced at Remy before casually replying, "No Daddy, Ah was jus' getting' the man here a drink."

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Remy nearly fell off the stool he was sitting on. The owner was her father! 'Merde' Remy swore to himself. Rogue's reply, Remy saw to his disappointment, only made her father seem more doubtful.

"Stripes!" her father barked, "You're done for the night. Now get out of here. Your mother will be mad if you stay here much later."

Mumbling a "Yes", Remy watched the femme slowly walk into the backroom. Her father turned away for a moment, and Remy thought he was out of the deep water.

"And you!" came the man's growling voice, "You keep your filthy little hands off her, got that bub?"

Remy nodded, deciding that it was time to split. He reached into the wallet of the man sitting next to him and pulled out a twenty. Leaving it on the counter, Remy casually strode out of the bar. He started up his bike, and got ready to leave when he heard a door creak. It was dark, but Remy could just make out the form. 'Dis is jus' perfect.' Remy watched with interest as Rogue stepped into view. She stood on the corner impatiently, tapping her foot while trying to hail a taxi. Two minutes past, and her tapping grew worse. From where he watched, Remy could faintly hear what sounded like swearing. 'Time to play de knight.' He revved up his bike and pulled up next to the belle femme.

"Need a ride chere?"

If she was surprised, Rogue did not show it.

"No. Now leave meh alone swamp rat. Ah've had enough of ya."

Remy raised an eyebrow, "Remy don' t'ink dat's possible chere. Now how 'bout ya take up Remy's offer, unless, ya like standin' on corners all night"

"At least Ah'm safer here than with ya."

"Ya hurt Remy chere. He be a man of honor."

She snorted, "An' Ah'm Queen of England."

"As ya wish M'lady."

"Will ya jus' shut up swamp rat!" She screamed at him.

The next minute passed in silence. A few cars drove by, but there was not a taxi in sight.

"Chere?" Remy asked cautiously. The last thing he needed to do was get her all riled up again.

She sighed, glancing up and down the street before turning towards him, "Alright. Ya can give meh a ride home, but no funny stuff."

Remy smirked, offering her a helmet, which she declined, Remy knew ya couldn' resist 'im."

He winced as she landed a punch on his back.

"Merde chere, ya punch hard."

"Shut up an' get goin," was all she said as her arms wrapped around his waist.

Remy was definitely liking this. He took off, going a bit faster than normal, enjoying as she moved closer so she wouldn't fall off. Belladonna was definitely the last thing on his mind now, along with all driving laws.

Ta da! The next chapter of the newly renamed story Complications. I just didn't like the old title as much as I first did. Anyway, I hope you liked it, and be sure to REVIEW!

Until nest time,

Les723