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It had been a long, bad night at Chili's. There were three birthday parties at the restaurant, and all employees are required to sing and clap along with that stupid birthday song. The last party to come in decided that last call meant, 'nurse your beer until an hour past closing', and a gay man in his mid fourties -one of his regulars- drank a little too much and got a little fresh.

It was definitley safe to classify this night as 'one of those nights'. It was also pretty safe to say that he had a whole new respect for his female bartending co-workers.

Not that they'd have their ass pinched by a burly gay man, but still.

Suffice it to say, he was less than impressed when, shortly after nine the next morning, he was awoken abruptly by three sharp knocks on the front door. Like three quick shots to his head. He angrily pulled his pillow over his head and pressed it onto his ears, hoping to drown out the rest of the world. Unfortunately for him, his newest roommate had clearly been into the coffee again, and was speaking at an octive reserved for dog whistles and teen girls at a Justin Bieber concert.

He tore the sheets back with a growl and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, stomping across the room and ripping his bedroom door open. He marched down the hall in his boxer briefs, hollering out "Holy shit Kitty! Stay away from the goddamn coffee and shut the f-"

He came to a stop at the end of the hall, and swallowed his words abruptly.

"Whatever, I totally didn't even have that much coffee this morning." Kitty rolled her eyes at her friend in the doorway, moving aside for her to step in with a box in her arms and motioning for her to put it on the kitchen island.

"You remember Rogue, I'm sure." Kitty said absently as she peered into the box curiously, "She just stopped by to bring me some more of my things."

Rogue raised an eyebrow as she eyed Remy, and he smugly leaned against the wall tossing her a little grin, "Like what you see?"

"I'm just wondering if you're aware that hunting season is over." She said with a tiny shrug.

Remy squinted at her, obviously not quite having 100% brain function after so little sleep and grunted, "Huh?"

Kitty looked up from the box with her favorite mint green shirt in hand and rolled her eyes, "Oh my gosh, camo is so 2006. Go put your pants on, Remy."

He looked down at his boxer briefs and frowned at the camo print fabric. "They were on sale."

"Sure." Rogue smiled with her eyes and turned to Kitty, "Either that or he's hiding from cougars."

Remy looked back up at her with an air of indignation, "They're not meant for entertaining."

"Oh well, they're pretty entertaining." Rogue countered.

Kitty laughed with an unattractive snort, turning back to her box of belongings, "Something about... hiding your morning wood? There has to be something there."

"Hmm," Rogue sat down on one of the stools and watched as Kitty scoured through the box, "You're supposed to use camo to hide in the woods, not hide your wood?"

Kitty pursed her lips and thought for a moment, "Not bad." She glanced back at Remy quickly, "We'll keep it down, Lieutenant Dan. You can go back to bed."

"Well, I'm awake now." Remy grumbled crossing the livingroom to the kitchen, "And I'm not Lieutenant Dan, this is clearly hunters camo, not army camo."

"Did you put a lot of research into the different types of camo before making such a purchase?" Kitty slipped a smile at Rogue before turning back to the box.

"I told you, I just grabbed whatever was there." Remy frowned, watching as Rogue looked about the apartment, obviously distracted. It's been his experience that most women who bore witness to his finely toned abs were fairly impressed. However, instead of gawking at him, Rogue rested her elbows on the counter and pressed her lips into a thin line while Kitty pulled out some more of her belongings,

"There's a whole hell of a lot more room back at home, you know." She said eventually, "Along with most of the rest of your things..."

"I don't want to talk about it, Rogue." Kitty responded quickly, "This is my home now."

"With Duck Dynasty over there?" Rogue arched her eyebrows skeptically at Remy as he subtly flexed his triceps while reaching for a coffee mug. "There had to be someone else in the city of Glen Cove, looking for a roommate."

Kitty pulled a Hello Kitty stuffed animal out of the box and knit her brow, "I told you, I don't want to talk about it."

"She said she feels safer with us." Remy cut in, pouring his coffee at a visually apealing angle, trying his best to look like a Calvin Klein model for Rogue's benifit, "She's not exactly the smartest crayon in the box."

Rogue stared at Remy blankly for a moment, trying to determine whether or not his misuse of the idiom had been intentional as he took a gulp of coffee. When he lowered his cup, he gave her a shrug, "What? It's not like we're the most trust worthy group of guys around."

She turned back to Kitty and arched her eyebrows, "I mean, I understand wanting to get as far away from Lance as humanly possible," Rogue continued without missing a beat, "But here?"

"I don't want to get as far away from Lance as humanly possible. We're still dating." Kitty pulled out a pair of capris and squeltched an excited squeak.

"Does he know you're here?" Rogue asked skeptically, knowing full well what the answer to that particular question was. She tossed a hand towards Remy as he streched dramatically in a vain attempt to showcase his phisique, "With this?" She turned to him with her brow knit, "What in Sam Hill are you doing?"

Remy gave her a lazy half smile, "Just workin' out some kinks, chere."

Rogue's face twisted up as she watched him extend his arms over his head and arch his back with a happy groan, "You sleep weird or something? Maybe your mattress is too soft."

"I don't have a problem with things being too soft." He winked.

"Ugh." Kitty looked back at Rogue and gave her a simple shrug, "Lance knows I'm here, just not... here."

"And no one else can know either. Especially not Logan, because you know he'd flip his lid if he found out you were rooming with three men. No, I'm sorry," Rogue chuckled in an unamused fashion, "Three Acolytes."

"Stop making it out to be some act of rebellion Rogue, I'm too old for that." Kitty frowned.

"Whatever." She shrugged, sliding off the stool and looking at her watch, "I have to get back, New Recruits don't train themselves. Hopefully the Cajun stink will wear off by the time I get home."

"If I had a nickle for every time I heard that." Remy chuckled, which gained him some very confused looks from both girls. "It just... felt like a funny thing to say."

Rogue gave Kitty a pregnant look, "God help you."

Once she'd left, Kitty turned to Remy with a look of mild distaste. "What is wrong with you? I thought you were supposed to be some wild and crazy ladies man. You make jokes like my dad."

"I do not." Remy spat. "I'm using my best material here!" He gestured to his nearly naked body, "Both of you were acting like you're more into women. Which I wouldn't really have a problem with, now that I think about it..."

"We're used to seeing guys walk around in their underwear, Remy." Kitty rolled her eyes, muttering, "Bobby was the worst."

"Yeah, but this?" Remy smoothed a hand across his chest with a self satisfied grin, "Hmmm? Wait, which one is Bobby?"

"Drake. Bobby Drake." Kitty explained with a wave of her hand as if that should be explination enough. When Remy's face didn't register any recognition she continued, "Iceman? Blonde guy, thinks he's hilarious? Kinda short, I mean, not compaired to me, but-"

"Iceboy?" Remy's face twisted into dismay once he clued in, "You're lumping me into the same phisique category as Iceboy?"

Kitty shrugged, "I don't know, I guess. Also, I know I told you not to be deterred by my presence when it comes to walking around naked, but I'm seriously begging you to wear clothes in the kitchen. That's so unsanitary." She looked back into the box, pulling out a set of pink drapes, "And kind of dangerous too."

Remy scowled in the direction of the box, "What the hell is all that garbage?"

Kitty pulled the box protectively against herself and indignantly lifted her chin, "Some things I left in my room at the mansion. I want to... girly my room up a bit. Make it more like home."

"Frig." Remy grumbled, downing the rest of his coffee, "Just make sure that crap stays in your room. Understand? The girly boundary is your door. Nothing girly goes past your door into the manly area." He motioned towards the bland looking living room.

"What if I had pink camo, would that be okay?" She asked with a cheeky grin.

Remy did not appear to be amused.

With a roll of her eyes, she turned around and breezed across the livingroom, disappearing through her bedroom door. He huffed and marched back to his room, deciding to try and get some more sleep now that there weren't any hens clucking to keep him awake.

Remy managed to sleep for a few more hours, feeling far more refreshed when he finally did wake up for good, shortly after noon. He took his time going about his morning routine, before finally joining Piotr and Pyro in the livingroom.

He stopped at the end of the hallway, getting a quick grunt of acknowledgment from Pyro who was too busy playing his video game to do anything more substantial. Piotr, who was studying photographs for his work, looked up and instantly noticed the look of irritation on Remy's features,

"What is wrong?"

"What is that?" Remy pointed to the back of the couch that Pyro sat on.

"It's an Afganastan." Pyro informed him, keeping his eyes focused on the TV.

"Close," Piotr said drily, "It is an afgahn."

"You say tomato..." Pyro shrugged before shouting a slew of curse words at the TV.

Kitty came to a stop next to Remy with the usual perky little bounce in her step, clasping her hands behind her back, "What's up?"

"What is this?" Remy demanded, snatching the afghan off the back of the couch, "I told you, nothing girly!"

"Dude, it's a blanket." She arched an eyebrow.

"It's yellow."

"It's golden." She put a hand on her hip. "Huge difference."

He tossed it to her with a frown, "Keep the shit in your room." He all but growled, when his eye caught another glimmer of colour. "And what the shit is this?" He snatched a blue pillow that had been hiding behind Pyro and held it up with outrage.

"Hey!" Pyro complained, "That was lumbar support, jerk. I was comfy."

"It's a pillow!" Kitty tossed her hands in the air, "Would you relax?"

"I don't want color! Nobody here wants color, Kitty. This is a man's house, don't go around spreading your estrogin on us."

She grimaced at the mental imagry he'd produced and snatched the pillow away, "Color is not estrogin, genius. And it's not like this is a man cave... it's just a blank..."

"Canvas." Piotr supplied.

"Yes. Canvas. And I'm just trying to brighten it up a little. With gender neutral colors, hello." She held the blue pillow up to emphasise her point. "I thought it would be nice for people to be oh, I don't know, comfortable?"

"Well, it's not nice." Remy spat.

"You're not nice."

"Awww," Remy pouted, "That hurts, petite."

"Shut up." Kitty spat back, trying desperatly hard to hold onto her self control.

"If you can't handle living here-"

"I can handle it just fine, thank you very much." She snapped up the other throw pillow off the couch and frowned at him, "I'll just make my room visually appealing and comfortable. And then everyone will want to come and hang out in there. On my pillows and blankets."

Pyro's eyebrows perked up and he finally tore his eyes away from his game with piqued interest.

"Don't be gross." She frowned at him before spinning around and heading back to her room with her two blue pillows and golden throw.

She unnecessarily ripped the door open, just to have the added effect of slamming it shut behind her, plunging the livingroom into a tense silence.

"This was a bad idea." Remy ran a hand through his hair and shook his head with a scowl, "It's been two days and she's already PMSing."

"Or," Pete went back to studying the stack of photographs in his hand, "It has been two days and you have done nothing to make her feel more at home."

"That's not my job." Remy barked, suddenly feeling tired all over again, "This isn't The Brady Bunch. Or goddamn Full House, for chrissake."

"But if it were, I'd be Uncle Jesse." Pyro went back to playing his game with a happy little grin, "That bloke got some pretty sweet tail in his day..."

"What does it matter if she wants to have a blanket out here? It is not like it has rainbows and unicorns on it." Pete mumbled, trying to stay focused on his work at hand.

"Because this is where it starts. It's a gateway accessory. She starts with gender neutral blankets and pillows, and it escelates to flower arrangments and pet cats and friggin... matching jumpsuits or some shit." Remy said, throwing his hands in the air in outrage, "And what's the point in having a female roommate if her hot friends don't even acknowledge your exsistance? Seriously, I know she's not blind."

"Ah, the root of the issue." Pyro leaned to the side as he clicked away at his controller, sticking his tongue out as if that would have an affect on his gaming skills. "Sexual frustration."

"Shove it, Doctor Phil." Remy snapped.

"She is here now, you should make the best of the situation." Piotr said calmly, "Making enemies would not be wise."

"We are enemies! Am I the only one who remembers this?" He let out an exsasperated breath and flopped down in the worn, taupe colored arm chair.

"I am sure you can find some good things about having her around, if you looked hard enough."

Remy set his jaw and sighed, "She does make alright pancakes." He rubbed a hand over his face, "I'm sure she's got more friends too. Hotter ones. Easier ones."

"That's the spirit." Pyro said with very little interest in the actual conversation.

"And it is not such a big deal if she adds a few of her own things to the livingroom, yes?" Piotr gave him a pointed look, daring him to disagree.

"No." Remy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and jabbing a finger towards Piotr, "But if she so much as mentions bringing a goddamn potted plant in this place, you two are going to hear it. You get me?"

"Cripes," Pyro glanced over at Remy quickly, trying not to split his focus too much, "You're bloody tense. You need to get laid."

Remy grumbled something unintelligable as he pushed himself to his feet. He trudged back down the hall and stopped at Kitty's door with a frown. He banged on the door with the side of his fist and shouted, "You win! You can have your dumb pillows and fairy blanket!"

She poked her head out through the door and gave him a calculated stare, "And I want to keep my hair things in the bathroom."

"Oh come on-" He started, rubbing a hand over his face with a stifled sigh, "Fine. But your face paint stays in your room."

She pursed her lips and considered his counter offer before giving him a terse nod, "Deal."

"Yeah, deal." He grumbled, turning back to the living room with a frown, "I'm going out for a drink." He announced as he trudged back into his room for his keys.

"It's like, one in the afternoon." Kitty informed him as he passed her by on his way out.

"Yeah. I know. Don't wait up." He snipped, quickly making his way out the front door.

"She's good." Pyro said, looking up from his game long enough to give Piotr a nod of approval. "Bring that pillow back, wouldja love?" He called out once his attention returned to his video game, "And while your up, could ya make me a sandwich?"

Kitty rolled her eyes and disappeared back into her room. Pyro knit his brow and looked back at Piotr,

"Is that a no?"