Yipee! We're nearing the climax of the story! Woot!
To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey can you give me a hand?" you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks." - Deep Thoughts
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9
She could hear the music pulsing through the air a good block away from the party. With a deep breath she fixed the half mask in place before yanking her gloves up as high as they'd go. Her blue eyes wandered down to the woman lying on the sidewalk before she diligently stepped over her limp body. She'd be fine in a few minuets; possibly a large head ache.
Her heels clicked with every step she took on the stone path towards the building.
Here goes nothing…
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He took another long guzzle of the bottle that sat in front of him; feeling light headed as the alcohol slowly began to take affect. It was about damn time too. The lights flashed with extreme intensity as the beat from the music matched their rhythm. Scantly clad women were scattered about, dancing for the many guests of the party in his honor. Someone patted his back firmly causing him to look over his shoulder.
"Mon frère. Comme ca va?" Henri grinned "Dis yo'bachelor party Remy. Y'should be enjoyin' it."
Gambit smiled, looking at his brother again. "Like it's d'last day o'mah life?"
Henri chuckled. "Exactly." He smacked a waitress in hot pants on the rear end as she passed by. "Two more s'il vous plaît."
She grinned from behind the mask that covered the top half of her face; matching the rest of the woman who wore little else but the mask.
Another woman walked past him, her bare fingers lingering across his shoulders as she passed by.
"Relax!" Henri slapped his brother on the back again. "Enjoy. All dese women are 'ere fo'you."
Gambit squinted through the flashing lights, looking from masked face to masked face before taking another drink.
Warm breath caressed his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Hey sugah."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You the man o'the night ah hear."
He looked at her; a glittery black mask surrounded her blue eyes, long black hair danced around her bare shoulders. His eyes trailed down her body, raising the other eyebrow. Her tight skirt and fishnet stockings left little to the imagination, the chains attaching her skirt to her small top left a smile on his face; but it was the whip in her right gloved hand that caught his eye. She lifted the long black stick, propping one of her stiletto boots up on the stool he sat in and tucking the whip end of the stick under his chin.
"Ah also hear yo'in need of some… redirection." She smirked, slapping the whip on his leg. "Jus' so happens that ah'm… quite the connoisseur in the area of discipline."
"Ah'll bet." He smiled.
"So tell me Mr. Groom." She frowned, pouting her plump lips seductively. "You need me t'… straighten you up?"
Henri slapped him on the back "Atta boy! Have some fun." As he walked by, he went to slap the dominatrix on the behind. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, causing the older of the two Cajuns to drop to his knees.
"Hands to yo'self sugah." She whispered in his ear. "Ah'm the one that does the slappin'." She forcefully pushed him away causing him to smile at his younger brother.
"Hey… she's all yours mon ami."
She took Remy by the collar, pulling him in firmly before softly letting her lips linger against his. "You like that?" She whispered; her lips gently brushed against his as she spoke.
He smiled slightly. "What else y'got?"
She chuckled. "Plenty."
He moved in, running his hands about her small form as they kissed fervently. She slid her hand up his chest as she moved down his neck. He pushed her backwards, moving with her through the thick sea of people unable to keep their hands off of one another. They weaved through the crowd, pushing through the swinging door of the men's room.
He pressed her up against the door, pinning her arms against the cold metal as he moved in for another kiss.
"Geeze… you're pretty easy." She smiled before their lips met.
"Jus' sewin' ol' oats b'fore ah'm tied down f'good." He kissed her firmly, slowly moving down her neck, stopping at her collar bone, letting his hands wander down her gloved arms.
She groaned "Alright…" she pushed him back slightly. "Listen to me."
"No time f'talkin'…" He grinned impishly.
She cracked the whip against his hand as he tried to make another reach for her.
"Listen Remy."
He blinked slightly, obviously taken back by the familiarity in her tone. "Thought you had an accent chère…"
"Gambit."
He furrowed his brow, giving his head a shake. He wasn't sure if he was just way too drunk, or if he actually heard what he thought. "What did y'call me chère?"
She frowned, moving away from him with her arms crossed.
"This is going to come as somewhat of a shock to you." She turned around to look at him again, biting her lower lip "But I promise you… we're gunna fix this."
Her eyes widened and darted over to the door. She was too far away to hurry over and lock it. "Quick." She jumped towards him, spinning him around and lifting one of her legs partway up his body. "Better make this look good honey."
He pressed her against the wall, running his hand up her fishnet covered leg as he held it in place, letting her kiss him firmly.
The bathroom door swung open. A drunken man let out a hoot before stumbling out an apology and falling back out into the bar.
She pulled away from him flicking the lock on the door.
"What is-"
"Look Remy. It took a lot for me to get here. So do us both a favor and stop asking questions."
"AJ?" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair "What's goin' on AJ?"
He knew instantly that something was wrong. She'd promised only to come if something was wrong.
"I'm not gunna lie sweetie… it doesn't look good."
He pressed his lips together expectantly.
"She's gunna kill you." She pressed her lips together. "And your family."
He cursed loudly, smacking his head against the wall. AJ cracked the whip in her hand, her eyes darting to the door clenching her teeth tightly.
"Does that hurt!" She shouted, cracking the whip again. "Did I tell you to speak!"
He smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Yo' good at dat chère… Y'never cease t'amaze ol'Remy."
She smiled and gave him a small shrug.
"Jus' one question. Did d'Wolverine like dis?"
She raised an eyebrow "You're funny for a man facing the ultimate death sentence. I mean… aside from marriage."
"Now who's d'funny one?"
She chuckled before shaking her head "Enough fun…"
"You call dis fun?"
She lifted herself up onto the sink, standing on her tiptoes as she reached forward to one of the light fixtures.
"It has to be here…" She frowned.
"Ah'd offer t'help… but y'jus look so…" He tilted his head as he watched her reach.
"There!" She pulled out a plastic bag and ripped it open and pulled out a needle.
She carefully hopped down off the sink, pulling the protective cap off the end of the syringe and squirting a bit of the liquid out onto the ground.
"What's dat chère?"
"Your life insurance policy." She smiled, pulling arm towards her, pushing his tight black short sleeve up off his shoulder.
He winced at the pinch of the needle as she injected the liquid into his body.
"What is dat for?"
"For your own safety… the less you know the better."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You sound like one o'dem."
She knew what he was talking about. By one of 'them' he meant an assassin. A killer. She pressed her lips together as she replaced the cap on the needle "Well… old habits die hard I guess." She rubbed the spot on his arm that began to bleed a little. "Don't eat anything tomorrow morning. And don't let the blushing bride see you."
He shivered. "Please… don' remind Remy…"
"Sorry hun." She frowned, looking him in the eye and squaring her jaw. "Listen t'me. We're gunna get you out of this okay?"
"We?" He raised an eyebrow.
She smiled, leaning over him and banging on the wall.
AJ pointed upwards. Kitty's head poked through the ceiling. She gave him a smile and a small wave.
"How'd you get up dere Kitten?" He smiled.
She grinned. "Let's just say there's a very understanding woman up there who's madly in love with you…"
A gloved hand phased through the ceiling, smacking Kitty upside the head.
Gambit smiled "Dis mean you forgive Remy chère?"
AJ raised an eyebrow as Rogue shoved her head through the ceiling, flipping him the bird.
"Guess not." AJ smiled. "Better not piss her off. She's my ride."
"So how does this t'ing work den?"
AJ pressed her lips together. "Just trust me. Alright?"
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Oh no! What will happen to REMY! Dum dum dummm...
haha... I already know. :P
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