A/N- Thank you for your reviews! Enjoy :) Scottfan- Just give it time, Remy is still adjusting to having a chick live there. Which is a buzz kill for him. As for Lance, this issue will soon be addressed... dun dun dunnn...

The shrill ring of the phone was quite an unwelcome way to wake up. Remy reluctantly opened his eyes, immediately recognizing that he was still in the living room, sleeping in the very uncomfortable chair with his legs hanging over the one arm of the chair, and judging from the crick in his neck, his neck hanging over the other arm of the chair. He carefully sat up, being sure he didn't turn his head too quickly, lest he did some serious damage, and rubbed the back of his neck with a groan.

"Good morning." Piotr greeted from the foyer as he pulled his jacket on, "Did you have a nice sleep?"

Remy squinted in his direction and grumbled in response.

"I have told you before not to drink so much, you are not getting any younger-"

"Shut. Up." Remy growled, "Who the hell's calling so early? What is it, like six in the morning?"

"It is nine thirty." Piotr smiled again, "And Pyro beat you into the bathroom."

Remy cursed loudly, wincing at the pain such exertion caused his head. "He throws up in the shower when he's hung over." He complained as he searched his nearby coat pocket for a pair of sunglasses.

By the time Kitty skipped down the hallway and into the living room, Piotr had left for work and Remy had found his sunglasses and stretched out on the couch.

"I got an interview!" She shouted, causing Remy to writhe in pain. "Sorry." She whispered.

Remy grunted in response and Kitty perched herself down on the edge of the couch next to him which earned her a glare from under his shades.

"What's with the sunglasses? Is your future so bright you have to wear shades? Are you going to start wearing your sunglasses at night?"

He groaned and rubbed a hand on his forehead, "I'm seriously regretting the decision of letting you live here..."

"Hey, it's not my fault you hate Jar Jar Binks, grumpy pants." Kitty folded her arms and watched as Remy carefully pushed himself to a sitting position.

"My eyes are extra sensitive to the light. It's... yet another downside to my mutation." Remy explained irritably, "And when I'm hungover, they're extra extra sensitive. So I wear the sunglasses. Okay?"

"What do you mean yet another downside...?"

He let out a sigh and rubbed at his eyes, "I'm not in the mood for a pep talk, Dr. Phil."

"I don't know, I just think your eyes are part of who you are. You should be proud of it."

He gave her a short smile, "Just like how proud you are of your secret computer abilities?"

She gave him a level stare, "I'm serious, Remy. You act all cocky and macho all the time, but deep down... you're a delicate flower."

"Alright, you can go away now."

Kitty smiled, "You're just waiting for the right opportunity to bloom-"

"Now."

"I have to go figure out what I'm going to wear but," She rested a hand on his knee and gave him a look filled with sincerity, "If you change your mind and feel like talking-"

"Go away!" He shouted, which caused him to wince in pain again.

Kitty giggled to herself as she scurried away to her room to find an interview appropriate outfit. Eventually Pyro joined Remy in the living room, and after a good half an hour of preparation, Kitty emerged from her room with extra flourish.

"Geeze, I thought you died in there or something." Remy muttered, ignoring Kitty's dramatic pose with her arms spread wide open to show off her pant suit.

"Well?!" She asked impatiently, "How do I look?"

Pyro glanced up and muttered an intelligible response before turning his blood shot eyes back to the TV screen.

Remy gave her a shrug, "Fine."

Kitty rolled her eyes and let her hands drop to her sides, "You guys are seriously no help."

"Cripes, I gotta call my work and tell them I'm too sick to be useful tonight." Pyro grumbled as he rolled himself off the couch while Kitty pulled the pocket sized mirror out of her purse and gave herself one last check.

"Will they let you do that, Pyro? I thought the Wiggles shot on a tight schedule."

Remy snorted and Pyro glared at her silently before stalking off to his room.

"They probably don't like it when their Wiggles show up hung over." Remy pointed out when Kitty dropped the mirror back into her purse, "Bad example."

"Sure, but at least hung over is a better example than drunk." Kitty shrugged.

Remy grinned, resting his head against the back of the couch as if his noggin were made of glass. "Touche."

The rest of the day was spent in his room, sleeping off his hangover. When he finally emerged from his cave, Kitty was back, sitting on the couch eating left over pizza, and Pyro was in the arm chair playing his X Box. She looked up at him and gave him a grin,

"You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby."

Remy looked at her from over the top of his glasses as she took another bite, "Did you just call me baby?"

"The Boys of Summer. It's a song?" She rolled her eyes when he continued to stare blankly at her, "Never mind."

He trudged into the living room and flopped down on the couch next to her, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and taking the sunglasses off to rub his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Four-ish." She shrugged, "Pyro's been playing this since I got back and Pete came home to get ready for his big date."

"You had an interview, didn't you?" He glanced at her and she nodded,

"Yeah, didn't go well. Turns out a "Personal Consort" isn't an assistant, it's a hooker." She gave him a frown, "They really need to be more descriptive in their ad's. But I was the best dressed candidate there, so that's a plus."

"Yeah..." Remy nodded with amusement written all over his face, "You dress much better than a hooker."

"Except for this one guy. He had a really cute skirt on, and killer legs." She said thoughtfully, "I should have asked him where he bought it..."

"Pant suits are sexy." Pyro chimed in, "Like, in a hot librarian kind of way."

Kitty sneered and pulled the suit jacket off, leaving her in a hot pink camisole.

Pyro smirked and looked at her through the corner of his eye, "That's right baby, take it off."

Before Kitty could voice her disgust, Piotr stepped out from the hallway and gave them all a quick wave.

"Wish me luck!"

Remy and Pyro grunted in unison and Kitty frowned, "Wait. Is that what you're wearing?"

"No, I am going to change when I get there." He responded with a sarcastic smile.

Kitty gave him a once over and shook her head, "No. You cannot wear that."

"Why not?" Piotr frowned, looking down at himself, "You do not like it?"

"You're wearing a golden yellow sweater, Pete. Who do you think you are, Mister Rogers?"

"I do not know who that is-"

"Well, if Anya knows who that is, then you're totally screwed. And not in the good way."

Pyro laughed with a snort and Kitty stood up shaking her head,

"No, that colour is totally wrong for your skin tone. You cannot pull off golden yellow."

"What is wrong with yellow? It represents happiness."

"Uh, against your skin tone, it represents nausea." She rolled her eyes, "You're a winter! You should not be wearing golden yellow!"

"Here we go." Remy mumbled, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"A winter! He's a winter! A clear winter, too which he is totally not utilizing..."

Remy knit his brow, "A winter? And what are you... a spring pixie?"

"No, I'm obviously a summer." She rolled her eyes, "Pyro is a spring."

"Hey!" Pyro straightened up a bit, taking Kitty's comment as a definite insult.

Piotr looked at his watch and shook his head, "I do not have time for-"

"Listen, it's really simple. There are two main skin tones. Warm and cool." Kitty explained quickly, "And then those two categories are broken up in two, so you have a softer cool, a sharper cool, a brighter warm and a more muted warm. Summer, winter, spring fall. Get it?"

Piotr blinked at her and shook his head, "Not really."

Kitty let out a sigh and shook her head at Piotr, "Honestly Pete you're the artist, you should know these things about colour."

"So... what am I then?" Remy asked with piqued interest, "I mean, not that I care or anything."

"You've got the auburn hair and the warmer, deeper complexion. You're totally an autumn." She said with a simple shrug, "And golden yellow would look good on Remy."

"Oh I wouldn't wear that sweater..." Remy shook his head.

"But because you have a cool complexion," Kitty continued, "It totally washes you out."

Piotr hesitated for a moment before giving her a blank shrug, "I have an orange sweater... is that better? Orange initiates conversation..."

Kitty groaned, taking Piotr by the hand and pulling him back to his room with Pyro and Remy curiously following and hovering in the doorway. She ripped open his closet and scanned its contents for the second time in as many days, "Think of winter colours. The colors you would use painting a winter landscape. Black and white, deep red, green, blue... you see? You want to go with clear colours, not muted, and definitely not warm. Stay away from warm."

"Okay..."

She pulled out a red shirt and held it up to him, considering it for a moment before tossing it on the bed, "The right colour will make you look amazing. I swear." She pulled out a black shirt and held it up to him, cocking her head to the side and squinting, "It's good but it doesn't make you pop..."

"I look good in black too, right?" Remy asked casually from the doorway, "I mean, not that I buy into this whole crazy theory of yours... but I wear a lot of black. It's kind of my thing."

Kitty squinted at Remy and knit her brow, "What?"

"Nothing." Remy shrugged defensively, "I was just... wondering..." He glared at Pyro who had begun to giggle at Remy's curiosity, "Look at you, giggling like a little spring pixie."

"That ain't funny." Pyro frowned.

"Ah hah!" Kitty ripped a bright blue button up shirt out of the closet and held it up to Piotr's chest with a big smile, "Oh this is perfect." She turned him towards the small mirror he had on his wall and grinned at his reflection, "Seriously perfect. It makes your blue eyes just sparkle. Totally gorgeous. Anya will be all over you."

Piotr took the shirt and looked down at it with a smile, "If you say so-"

"Trust me, Pete."

He looked back up at her and his smile softened, "Thank you Katya."

She gave him a grin and shrugged his thanks off, "Friends don't let friends wear horrible Bill Cosby sweaters in public."

"Well then you are a good friend." He chuckled, "And I do know who Bill Cosby is."

She turned to leave as Piotr swapped shirts, with Pyro and Remy again following her back down the hall, "Okay, I will admit that shirt made his eyes look... blue." Remy shrugged, "But my eyes are different..."

"Yes, Remy. You can wear black. You look great in black." Kitty reassured him. "But you might want to reconsider that trench coat of yours."

"My coat?" Remy stiffened and Pyro snorted with amusement. "What's wrong with my coat." He demanded.

"I don't know, it's just a little too... blah. The colour is way too pale for you. You could probably pull off like, a black pea coat or something..."

"Pea coat?" Remy grimaced as he said the words, "Now I know you're full of shit." He chuckled and exchanged a look with Pyro, "There is no such thing as a pea coat."

Kitty sighed and shook her head, "You guys are hopeless."