A/N- I took last week off because of all my American readers enjoying their sweet sweet turkey. Happy belated Thanksgiving. ;)

And I am thankful for everyone who reviewed! I love getting feedback from you folks, it warms the cockles of my heart. (That's no dirty guys, get your minds out of the gutter.)

"Guess who got a job, bitches?!" Kitty announced as she walked through the door, kicking it shut behind her.

"About time." Remy muttered from his place in the kitchen, and Pyro glanced up quickly from his video game.

"Huh?"

Piotr grinned up at her from his easel by the patio window. "That is wonderful Katya!"

"They offered you the job right on the spot?" Remy asked, looking up at her while he sauteed some vegetables in his wok.

"Yep!" She grinned proudly, dropping her purse on the ground by the door, "And you doubted the power of the interview bra. I'm telling you, it's magic."

"Doesn't look magic from here..." Remy smirked, adding some zucchini to the wok.

"Maybe you need to take a closer look, mate." Pyro snorted.

"Well, it is." Kitty said, shooting Pyro a glare which he was too distracted to notice, "Because as of nine a.m. Monday morning, I will be the newest member of the Glen Cove Times."

"What's that?" Pyro called from the couch, "Like a watch store or something?"

"It's a news paper, Pyro. Honestly, how do you function?" Kitty rolled her eyes, "And I am assistant to the fashion column editor. Seriously! Fashion! How freaking perfect is that, right?!"

"Congratulations Katya, I am sure you will do great." Piotr smiled, wiping his hands clean on a rag.

"Just don't get your hopes up, petite." Remy glanced up at her quickly while he stirred, "It ain't like you're actually in the fashion business."

"It'll be like Devil Wears Prada!" Kitty clapped her hands joyfully, ignoring Remy's warning, "Except I'll be Anne Hathaway after her awesome makeover, and my boss will love me instantly!"

"I love that movie." Pyro shook his head, "Glenn Close is hot."

Piotr knit his brow, swiveling on his stool to face Pyro, "I thought Glenn Close was a man."

"No, stupid." Pyro rolled his eyes as he continued to play his video game, "Glenn Close was in Panic Room."

The front door swung open and Rogue stepped in quickly, slightly short of breath, "I hurried over as soon as I got your text. What's going on?"

"So eager to see Remy, hmm?" Remy gave her a wink from the kitchen, "It's okay, fleur. You don't need to make up excuses."

Rogue rolled her eyes and dropped her keys into the bowl by the door, turning her attention back to her friend, "Seriously Kitty, is everything okay?"

"I just wanted to ask your opinion on something." Kitty grinned, taking a seat at the island and folding her hands neatly in front of her.

Rogue blinked at her expectantly, "Alright?"

"What do you think the assistant to the editor of the fashion section of the Glen Cove Times would wear on her first day of work?"

Rogue knit her brow and sat down on the bar stool next to Kitty, "... A pencil skirt."

Kitty rolled her eyes dramatically, "It's a rhetorical question, doofus..." she broke out into a grin again, "I got the job!"

"I was close with the pencil skirt though, right?" Rogue smirked.

"Obviously."

"That's great Kit. You'll be perfect for the job." Rogue smiled, turning her attention to the food cooking in the kitchen with great interest.

"Oh yeah, you're definitely perfect for doing menial tasks." Remy nodded with mock sincerity.

Kitty shot him a nasty look before turning back to Rogue, "I realize that in the beginning I'll be doing lots of grunt work, but I can totally work my way up the ladder. Like, if one of the writers suddenly comes down with the flu, and my boss is all "What will we do?! Who knows about fashion?!" and I'd be like, "I do!" and he'd be all, "One thousand words on seasonal colour analysis on my desk by the end of the day!" I'm totally perfect for this job..."

"That... could happen..." Piotr agreed reluctantly as he made his way to the kitchen to rinse off his paint brushes.

Rogue raised an eyebrow at Piotr and shook her head, "Why do you encourage her?" She looked back at Kitty and frowned, "That's bullshit, Kitty. That would never happen."

Kitty shrugged, "Yeah, probably not. But it would make an awesome movie." Her eyes grew wide as an invisible light bulb went off in her head, "Oh my gosh, I should write a movie."

Remy rolled his eyes and muttered something in French and Rogue let out a laugh, apparently retaining enough of the language to understand the French word for moron.

"It would star Kate Hudson!" Kitty went on, "And she'd be swept off her feet by... some Hollywood heart throb. I haven't decided yet. Channing Tatum or something."

"Bleh, don't use him. He's a total two face." Rogue said as she watched Remy stirring his dinner diligently in the wok on the stove. "Sometimes you look at him and think he's alright. The majority of the time though, he's just weird looking. A complete butterface."

Kitty pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Alright, well Ryan Reynolds or something."

"Ooh! Adam Levine."

"He's not an actor." Kitty shook her head.

"Yeah. Yet." Rogue rolled her eyes, "This would be his on screen debut. Everyone loves Adam Levine."

Remy sighed, pulling the large wok from the heat and shutting the stove off, "I'm starting to remember why I didn't want a woman living here..."

"Ryan Gosling." Pyro added while clicking away on his Xbox controller, "He's dreamy."

"Glenn Close?" Piotr shrugged, causing Kitty to snort out a laugh.

"You gunna eat all that?" Rogue perked up a little at the sight of Remy's dinner simmering on the stove top.

Remy blinked at her and then looked at her and then looked at the huge wok full of vegetable stir fry. "You... want some?"

Rogue furrowed her brow, "No, I'm just very concerned with your waistline."

"Well, it's not entirely hard to believe. You're probably pretty concerned with what's below my waistline..." He grinned smugly.

"Yes, I want some." Rogue's frown grew, choosing to ignore Remy's innuendo, "I'm starving, all I've had to eat today is a handful of Trix and some beef jerky."

Remy grimaced, pulling a pair of plates out of the cupboard and placing them on the counter next to the stove, "That's disgusting."

"What? They're not just for kids anymore..." Rogue frowned defensively,

"Here we go..." Piotr muttered to Kitty who in turn, rolled her eyes.

"Your body is a temple, Rogue." Remy said, giving the portion of Rogue's body he could see from over the counter a good, slow look-over, "A gorgeous, curvy, perky temple..."

Rogue crossed her arms over her chest and scrunched up her nose, "What is your point? Temples like beef jerky too."

"Do you have any idea how much salt is in beef jerky? One of these days you're going to blow up like a balloon." He shook his head with disappointment, "Such a waste."

"Uhh, need I remind you that I work my ass off in the Danger Room every single day of the week?" She narrowed her eyes, "So if I feel like eating waffles four times a day, you better be damn sure that's exactly what I'm going to do. With whipped cream. And chocolate sauce."

"And you'd better hope that sugar goes to your tits and not your ass."

"Hey, just a thought," Kitty began, propping her chin up on her fist with a wide grin, "How much sugar is there in a bag of Twizzlers?"

Piotr choked on a laugh, which gained him a glare from Remy.

Clearly Kitty wasn't the only one who knew of Remy's secret vice.

"I don't know. Shut up." Remy snapped, tossing a plate full of vegetable stir fry in front of Rogue.

"Don't eat too much." Kitty smiled, pulling her interview blazer off and setting it on the island, "I ordered pizza, it should be here soon. We totally need to celebrate my accomplishment."

"Your accomplishment? According to you, your bra did half the work." Remy pointed out.

"That is not nice." Piotr frowned at Remy once he had finished rinsing his paint tools in the sink, "I am sure she sold herself very well in her interview."

"Nah, he's got a point." Kitty shrugged, stealing a slice of zucchini from Rogue's plate and popping it into her mouth, "I'm telling you guys, this thing is magic."

Rogue nodded as she forked the food on her plate, "I'm up for pizza. And a movie or something?" She stuffed the forkful of food into her mouth and unintentionally let out a groan, "Oh God, this is amazing."

Remy smirked and opened his mouth to make a disgusting remark when he was cut off by Kitty holding up her hand,

"Let one go now and then, perv."

"I know what we should do." Pyro called over his shoulder, "I'll give you a clue; It starts with a Star, and ends with a Wars."

"Rogue is here." Kitty rolled her eyes, "She doesn't even like Star Wars."

Rogue shrugged, stuffing some more stir fry into her mouth, "I don't mind watching you three get your geek on. As long as I'm allowed to drink, I'm game. Beam me up Scotty, and all that."

"That is Star Trek. And Remy's got his stupid no chicks rule. Apartment residence only bull crap." Kitty continued.

"We already broke that rule for you." Remy gave her a shrug, "What kind of gentleman would I be if I kicked such a belle fleur out with the prospect of getting her drunk on the horizon?"

Rogue raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "Dial it down, Don Juan."

"The second one sucks anyways." He added.

"Blasphemy." Pyro groused as he saved his game.

"Well, it does. They focus way too much on the love story, and how the moron basically risks everything for a woman." Remy snorted with disgust, "That love shit is over rated."

"Amen." Rogue gave Remy a fist bump across the island.

"Love is not over rated, you are just not doing it right." Piotr commented, walking back to his easel to finish cleaning up his station.

"Oh, I'm doing it right..." Remy chuckled.

"Listen, I've absorbed a lot of people in my day, and I've seen what people really think of love.." Rogue explained as she chomped on her dinner, "It's bullshit."

"It's not like you go around absorbing well adjusted people. You absorb criminals and slutty young adults." Kitty gave Remy a nod, "You're a two for one."

"Of course Pete's going to be wearing rose coloured glasses, he's the one getting laid." Rogue snorted, "Sorry, this must be an inappropriate topic of conversation for mixed company..."

Piotr's eyes cut to Kitty who shot him a guilty smile, "It's a common... term..." The knock on the door saved her from any further awkward explanation, "Pizza's here!"

It was about a quarter of the way through the movie before Rogue frowned and let out a breath, "Okay, where the hell is Han Solo?"

"She is cute." Piotr smirked at Kitty, who rolled her eyes in response as she chomped on a mouthful of pizza.

Remy gulped down the last of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the coffee table, next to his feet. "He ain't in this one chere."

Rogue knit her brow a little more and took a swig of beer, "That's disappointing."

Pyro snorted, "This takes place before the other ones, Sheila. Han's just some little kid on a different planet, probably off playing with his Wookie, at this point." He explained, chuckling at his dirty joke as he reached for another slice of pizza. He held the box up for Remy with a grin, "Hungry?"

Remy turned his nose up at the sight of the greasy looking pizza and gave Pyro a frown, "I can't even look at it. Besides, I already ate."

Rogue swiped the last piece of pizza out of the box with a yummy sound, taking a nice big bite. When she noticed Remy staring at her with a hint of disgust she shot him a scowl, "What?"

"How much shit like this do you eat in a day?!" He shook his head, "You just ate!"

She swallowed and gave him a shrug, "I have a high metabolism, okay?"

"That just means you can eat a lot. Not a lot of garbage." Remy muttered, turning his attention back to the television. "I'm telling you, eating like this is going to come back and bite you in the ass."

"Uh, excuse me Jarred from Subway, but I just watched you down three beers in an hour." Rogue snipped, taking an irritated bite of her pizza.

"So?" Remy scoffed.

"So, beer has yeast in it. You're practically drinking bread." She informed him with her mouth full.

"Drinks don't count, Rogue." Remy chuckled, "I'm not counting calories here... I'm not in Weight Watchers."

"I'm just saying, if you're going to go around lecturing people on what they eat, then maybe you should take a look at yourself first. Hmm?" She raised an eyebrow, swallowing her food.

"I don't lecture people." Remy countered, "I inform them of the facts about what they're eating. I'm performing a public service."

"Well, you'd be servicing this public by shutting the hell up." Kitty muttered under her breath, prompting Pyro to let out a bark of laughter.

Remy gave him a sharp look which made Pyro clamp his mouth shut and clear his throat awkwardly, "Anyone else want another beer?"

He hauled himself out of the tan arm chair and trudged to the kitchen, not waiting for anyone to respond. Piotr stood up clearing the empties off the coffee table, and following Pyro into the kitchen, assuming he would need help carrying multiple bottles.

"Hey!" Pyro called out to Rogue from the kitchen with an excited grin, "Look what I can do!"

He pulled three full bottles of beer out of the fridge and held them up for her to see, and then began to toss them up in the air, juggling them like a clown, "Pretty impressive, eh? I'm extremely talented with my hands..."

Rogue slid her eyes to Kitty and shook her head, "Honestly. How do you do it?"

Kitty took a gulp of beer and shrugged, "You build up a mental filter."

"He's like an old pair of jeans." Remy explained, "The second you throw them out, you find a use for them, and regret getting rid of them."

"Those bottles are full Pyro." Piotr frowned as he deposited the empty bottles onto the island counter, "If you drop one there will be a-"

Piotr's lecture was cut short by the unmistakable sound of a shattering beer bottle. He let out a sigh and looked down at the mess of beer and glass all over the kitchen floor, "-huge mess."

"I was doin' fine!" Pyro frowned, jabbing one of the two remaining beer bottles he held in his hands towards Piotr as he spoke, "You distracted me! I've done this a million times before!"

Piotr grabbed the roll of paper towel off the counter and muttered under his breath as he bent down to help Pyro clean up the mess.

"Just keep your eyes on the screen." Remy whispered to Rogue through the corner of his mouth, "If you don't make eye contact, they won't make you help."

Rogue let out a muffled laugh and did as Remy instructed while Kitty shook her head at the two of them, "You're both incorrigible."

She choked on another laugh and leaned towards Remy while keeping her eyes on the TV screen, "You're a lot less obnoxious after a few drinks."

"After I've had a few, or you've had a few?"

Rogue thought about that for a second before nodding, "Maybe both. Like a double dose."

Remy tipped his head back and laughed, "You're a lot less of a bitch."

"Not the first time I've heard that." Rogue commented before taking another drink of her beer.

Kitty stood up and frowned down at the two, opening her mouth to continue berating the two of them, when Piotr let out what could only be a slew of Russian curse words.

"Pete?" Kitty hurried to the kitchen while Pyro began to have a miniature panic attack.

Rogue and Remy followed Kitty to the kitchen as Pete had started reassuring everyone that he was fine. His right hand had been sliced open, and judging from the amount of blood gushing out of the wound, it was a fairly deep cut.

"I am fine, Katya." He shook his head as he stood up, "It is just a cut."

"Oh God... the blood..." Pyro- who was sitting with his back against the fridge in the fetal position- groaned, as he slowly rocked back and forth.

"Geeze Pete," Remy grimaced at the sight of the blood on the floor mixed with the beer and glass, "Never touched broken glass before? You're supposed to be careful."

Kitty grabbed the dishtowel off the stove handle and wet it under the tap with cool water before pressing it against Piotr's bloody hand. She held his hand up over her head and instructed him to keep it there to slow the bleeding down.

"Pyro, get up." Remy barked, "You need to take Pete to the hospital. He's gunna need to get stitches, and you've only had one beer."

Pyro's eyes grew wide and he began to shake his head fervently.

"Fine then, I'll drive. And you can stay here and clean up the blood." Remy said evenly as he moved towards the door, grabbing his keys out of the bowl.

Without a word, Pyro jumped to his feet and snatched the keys out of Remy's hand.

Kitty took Piotr's hand and applied as much pressure as she could to the wound, leading him to the front door behind Pyro. She looked back at Rogue over her shoulder and gave her an apologetic look,

"Take a cab home, you've been drinking. I'll pay for it, I'm totally good for it now."

"Don't worry about me, just go." Rogue waved them out the door as she got down to help Remy clean up the mess.

"Just because you've absorbed Logan before doesn't mean you've retained his ability to metabolize alcohol, Rogue. Promise me you'll-"

"I promise!" Rogue huffed, "Now go!"

The three filed out the door, leaving Rogue and Remy to clean the massive mess up on their own.

Rogue crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Remy, "Tell me again why you don't get rid of him?"

Remy let out a sigh and shook his head, "He had the best credit. The lease is under his name."

"Ahhh..." Rogue nodded understandingly as she got down on her knees to help Remy clear up the shards of glass, "So technically, he keeps you around."

"Yeah. Right." He smirked at her, taking a handful of paper towel to start mopping up the mess. "I gotta tell you Rogue, most hot chicks are annoying to spend actual time with. Y'know, outside of the sack. But you're actually pretty... enjoyable."

Rogue arched her eyebrows, "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or insulted..."

"Flattered." Remy concluded for her, tossing the wet paper towels into the trash, "Not that I'm surprised you're enjoyable. Guess I'm just more surprised that you haven't really changed at all."

"Well of course I haven't changed," She gave him a half smile, "Why mess with perfection? Don't fix what ain't broke, and all that shit, right?"

"You're a wise woman." Remy said with a sincere nod.

Rogue smiled and turned her attention back to the mess on the floor, "So much for Star Wars night hmm?"

"Oh no, you ain't gettin' out of it that easy, Rogue." Remy smirked, "If you're going to be hangin' out here for our Star Wars nights, you need to at least know the basics. The drinking game isn't any fun when you're only drinking whenever everyone else does."

"Drinking is always fun." Rogue deadpanned.

"When we're done here, we'll put on A New Hope and you can learn the essentials."
Remy continued.

"Is that the one with Han? He's sexy."

The corner of Remy's mouth tugged up and he raised an eyebrow, "I've been told I'm the Han Solo type, you know. Badass... lone wolf..."

Rogue snorted, "You are not Han Solo, Remy. Maybe that big furry bear thing that follows him around..."

Remy's smirk morphed into a scowl, "He's not a bear, he's a Wookie." He shook his head and sighed, "You have so much to learn."