A/N- Happy New Year everyone! My resolution is to get a lot of reviews, so let's make that happen people. ;)

"Thanks again for taking me shopping, Rogue." Kitty sighed as she got out of her friends small Prius, "Hopefully I can make these new turtlenecks last me until I get paid and can buy some nice conservative clothes."

"You don't think turtlenecks from the old lady section of Walmart are nice?" Rogue smirked as she shut the drivers side door and followed Kitty to the building. Kitty rolled her eyes by means of response, and Rogue's smirk grew to a smile. "I thought Pete picked out that turtleneck this morning. He thought it was nice."

"He also thought my prom dress was nice."

"It was."

Kitty pulled the door open for Rogue to enter first, "Not for your third day as an assistant to the editor of the fashion column for the Glen Cove Times."

"What about for your fourth day?" Rogue shrugged as she passed by, "Casual Friday maybe? Or is that what the new turtleneck is for?"

Kitty tipped her head back and let out an exaggerated sarcastic laugh, "You're a freakin' comedienne. Turtlenecks are a means to an end. I realized today that my hyper conservative boss appreciates my lack of skin."

"He must be gay." Rogue snorted.

"Don't be so narrow minded, Rogue. That doesn't make him gay. Maybe he's just really uptight. Or maybe he's worried he'll be tempted by my beauty." She smiled, starting up the stairs with Rogue in tow.

"Yeah, I'm sticking with the gay theory."

"Whatever," Kitty grumbled. "He's married. Also, Logan never wanted us dressing slutty, and you'd never accuse him of being gay. He was just concerned with protecting our virtue."

Rogue laughed and shook her head, "Oh Kitty, you're so cute."

"What?! He was totally a poppa bear to us girls."

"Are you serious right now?" Rogue raised a condescending eyebrow, "Logan never gave a rats ass about anyone's virtue. He just doesn't want a bunch of sexed up teens walking around, getting knocked up and infected with STD's. Think of all the parents he'd have to answer to if there was a chlamydia breakout in the manor."

Kitty knit her brow at Rogue as they continued up the stairs, "So you're telling me, that since you're no longer a teen, Logan is totally fine with you whoring around with Remy? And don't try to tell me that he doesn't know, because we all know he knows. He could smell the sprinkled donuts from a mile away..."

Rogue pressed her lips into a thin smile and shook her head, "No, he doesn't care. He's slightly concerned that I'm breaching some kind of security measures, sleeping with a former enemy and all, but it's not like we lay in bed chatting about mansion surveillance and shit."

"I don't imagine you do much talking." Kitty muttered, and Rogue smirked and gave her a nod.

"Not really."

"So what exactly are the perimeters of this... relationship you two have?"

Rogue shrugged, "It's casual. Just for fun, you know?"

"And you're totally fine with that?" Kitty frowned. "No emotions involved?"

"Actually, it's refreshing." Rogue sighed, and furrowed her brow, "You know how it always goes with me, things start out great. But then once they find out what I can do, guys get all hung up on my mutation. Even though I know how to control it now. It's like this black cloud that follows me around. I thought once I had control, I wouldn't have this issue anymore, but as it turns out guys don't like the idea that you could potentially kill them while they sleep."

Kitty pinched her brow and pursed her lips, "That's not fair. Any woman has that kind of potential, when you really think about it..."

Rogue cracked a grin and let out a breath, "So, I end up getting emotionally attached and physically... disappointed. But with Remy, it's the opposite. He doesn't care that I could kill him. He's not interested in being emotionally attached, you know? It's all about the sex."

Kitty scrunched up her nose but nodded understandingly, "I guess that makes sense."

"And it's good sex. Like... good." Rogue continued, "I'm telling you, the things he can do with his tongue-"

"Achh!" Kitty cut her off with a disgusted grunt, "I have to live with this guy, I don't want to know about his bedroom abilities."

"Well then as a friendly warning, you might want to avoid the apartment tomorrow night. Remy and I are going to the demolition derby, and I'm hoping to bring home some of that spicy nacho cheese before it congeals for some fun."

Kitty scrunched up her nose and gave her head a quick shake, "You're corrupting him with complex carbohydrates."

"I know, it's great, isn't it?" Rogue grinned, "Let's see how he feels about organic carrots now, hmm?"

Kitty nodded thoughtfully, "Actually, now that you mention it, he doesn't complain about the crap I eat anymore."

"See?"

"So," Kitty glanced at Rogue through the corner of her eye, "Is this like, a date?"

"No." Rogue shrugged, "We both like the demolition derby, we're just going to hang out. And then, come back home for some sex, which will hopefully involve the use of nacho cheese."

Kitty knit her brow and pursed her lips, "So you're like bros. With benefits."

"... I guess." Rogue frowned, "Although I'm not sure how I feel being called a bro..."

"You just willingly admitted to enjoying the demolition derby."

"Lots of hot chicks dig the demolition derby."

"Yeah, well then why isn't Remy taking one of them?"

"Because this is not a date, that's why."

They reached the eighth floor and Rogue followed Kitty down the narrow hall to her front door. Kitty turned the knob and pushed the front door open, only to stop dead in the doorway.

Rogue moved next to her and knit her brow as she took in the view of the apartment, "What the hell?!"

Pyro's head snapped up and he offered them both a wide grin from his spot, cross-legged in the middle of the living room floor. "Welcome to Johnopolis!"

Kitty's eyes scanned the Lego city Pyro had created which sprawled across the entire living room.

"What is all this?' Rogue asked taking a step further into the apartment until Pyro's hand shot up.

"Watch your step!" He shouted, "As the mayor of Johnopolis it is my duty to protect it's citizens. I don't need anyone going Godzilla on my Johnopolites."

Rogue's frown grew and she put her hands on her hips, "What is wrong with you?! Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a child or something?!"

Kitty let out a breath and shut the door behind her, "Ugh, I can't deal with this crap right now. I just want to take a hot bubble bath and pretend I didn't just blow half a paycheck on turtlenecks."

"Yeah, I won't be sticking around Lego city." Rogue muttered.

Kitty shook her head with a frown, "Where are Pete and Remy?"

"Petey's on the balcony." Pyro jerked his head towards the window as he focused on trying to pry to Lego blocks apart, "Johnopolis was expanding into his work space and he was getting irritated."

"I can imagine." Kitty muttered, noting Piotr on the balcony through the living room window. "He wasn't exactly thrilled about working from home to begin with."

"An' Remy's gone. He's got a hot date with that Cindy girl from work... she wanted to switch shifts again or something."
Pyro shrugged before trying to use his teeth to rip the two stuck bricks apart.

"I thought he said the sex wasn't worth it." Kitty said cautiously, giving Rogue a sidelong glance.

Pyro snorted, "He always says that. But have you seen Cindy? Her knockers are tremendous."

Kitty pressed her lips together and shot Rogue another quick look.

"I'm fine Kitty." Rogue rolled her eyes, "I told you. No emotional attachment."

"Alright..." Kitty said skeptically, letting out a deep breath, "I'm gunna go put my new work clothes away and take a bath."

"I'll give you a call later," Rogue said as Kitty started down the hall with her bag in hand, "I'm very interested in seeing how long this Johnopolis thing lasts before one of you crack..."

"The record is one week." Pyro informed her with a satisfied grin, "It's very therapeutic. You should try it some time Sheila. Roguesville."

Rogue squinted at him silently for a moment before shaking her head, "Where you dropped on your head or something...? I'm just trying to figure it out here."

"You just have Lego envy." Pyro grumbled as he sifted through his pile of Lego for a small yellow brick. Rogue gave her eyes a roll and turned to head towards the door,

"Yeah, that's what it is." She muttered under her breath, pulling the door open. She had one foot over the threshold when she heard a sudden outburst of angry shouting come from down the hall behind her.

She spun back around as the commotion continued, knitting her brow at Pyro and the mischievous little grin on his face to ask what was going on. Before she could even form the question, Kitty burst back into the living room with an angry scowl and a finger pointed at Pyro.

"You evil, evil little man!"

"What's going on?" Rogue turned her frown to Kitty, "Is everything alright?"

"No, everything is not alright." Kitty spat out. The sound of a toilet flushing caused Pyro to burst out into a fit of maniacal laughter.

Remy stomped out into the living room with a dangerous look and Kitty frowned in return, "Don't get mad at me! He told us you weren't even here!"

Remy turned his glare to Pyro whose laughter quickly died out.

Pyro cleared his throat and frowned at Kitty, "I told you, I fight fire with fire."

"So you had me walk in on Remy taking a poop?" Kitty put a fist on her hip and cocked her head at Pyro, and Rogue burst out in laughter.

Remy gave her a scowl and worked the muscles in his jaw, "It's not funny."

"Oh no, it's very funny." Rogue managed to say through her laughter.

"Relax." Kitty rolled her eyes, "It's not like I saw anything, you had the news paper-"

"You saw enough." Remy bit out, which caused Rogue's laughter to pick up once again. He turned his anger back towards Pyro, "Why are you bringing me into this?! She's the one who walked in on you shaving your pubes."

"You laughed!" Pyro said defensively, "Who's laughing now?!"

"Wait," Rogue held up her hand after getting her laughter under control enough to speak, "You walked in on Pyro shaving his pubes?" She turned to Kitty, "And you didn't tell me this?!"

"It's not exactly something I wanted to remember." Kitty folded her arms and knit her brow, "I'd like to wipe the image of Pyro's flame designed pubic hair from my mental canvas."

"Ew, flames?!" Rogue grimaced at Pyro, "What are you, a male stripper or something?"

Kitty and Remy exchanged a look, mutually considering this possibility before Pyro let out a frustrated breath, "I'm not a male stripper! I work from home, morons!"

Remy rubbed a hand over his face, "Listen, I'm all for getting even. But if you don't keep me out of your games, I will kill you. And I'm pretty sure Pete wouldn't hesitate to kill you either."

"So then how do I get even?!" Pyro threw his hands up in the air with a pout.

Remy let out a long exasperated breath and rolled his eyes, "Kitty, show him your boobs."

Kitty's head snapped towards Remy with a wide-eyed stare, "What?!"

"Hey now... that ain't a bad idea." Pyro nodded approvingly, "Whip 'em out Pryde."

"Kitty, do not show him your boobs." Rogue knit her brow at Pyro.

"Um, duh!"

"I think she's already had her fill of payback. Not only did she have to see your stripper pubes, but she had to walk in on Remy droppin' a deuce." Rogue snorted and began to chuckle again, "With his news paper like a little old grandpa..."

"I need reading material." He frowned at her, "The news paper is convenient."

"Sure it is." Rogue smiled with an unconvinced nod.

"That ain't good enough." Pyro stated firmly, "I need restitution!"

"Yeah, I don't think that means what you think it means." Kitty sneered at Pyro and crossed her arms firmly over her chest.

"Come on Sheila, tit for tat."

"Well, I'm not showing you my tit."

Pyro shrugged, "It's only fair."

"He's not gunna stop until he sees the twins, petite." Remy shook his head.

"This is a ridiculous conversation." Rogue rolled her eyes, "She is not going to show anyone the twins, so you might as well just drop it."

The patio door slid open and Piotr paused, looking at the group gathered in the living room, and then turning his attention to Pyro's Lego city. He closed his eyes and had a few calming breaths before shaking his head, "What is all this commotion?"

"She won't show me her boobs!" Pyro frowned, jerking his thumb towards Kitty.

"He made me walk in on Remy taking a poop." Kitty jabbed her finger at Pyro.

"Don't call it that." Remy growled, "Say I was on the can."

"Pooping." Rogue smirked.

Remy turned and glared back at Rogue.

"Look," Kitty held up a hand, "I would rather walk in on both Pete and Remy taking a poop together, than show Pyro my boobs, okay?!" She looked at Piotr with pleading eyes, "Back me up here!"

Piotr blinked at her, shook his head as he muttered under his breath in Russian before stepping back outside and sliding the patio door shut behind him.

"I think you lost him with the pooping together thing." Rogue pointed out in spite of the sour look it gained her from Remy.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm not showing anyone my breasts." She shook her head resolutely.

"I don't exactly need your permission, Sheila." Pyro grinned, "I can make it happen."

Kitty's face scrunched up in horror, "What are you gunna do, put a webcam in the bathroom, you pervert?!"

"No webcams Pyro." Remy demanded firmly. "None."

Pyro scoffed, "I don't need webcams, I'm sneaky like a ninja."

Kitty pursed her lips and gave Pyro a dead stare, "You're a moron." She stated, before clomping down the hall and angrily slamming her door shut behind her.

Pyro shrugged, turning back to his box of Lego blocks as he continued to build Johnopolis a library. "A moron who's gunna see your boobies."

Rogue closed her eyes and shook her head, "I told her. I told her she would regret wanting to live here. But did she listen to me? No... of course not. Nobody listens to me." She looked around at Johnopolis and let out a breath, "Way too much drama."

"Hey, we didn't have drama until she moved in." Remy snapped.

"Sure you didn't." Rogue turned and headed for the front door, "Have fun on your date with Sandy."

The corner of Remy's mouth tugged upwards, "Cindy."

"Same shit, different pile." She shook her head with shrug, pulling the front door open.

"Hang on," Remy put his hand on the door with a wide smile, stopping her from opening it all the way, "Do I sense a touch of jealousy in your tone?"

"No, Grandpa." Rogue snorted, "Trust me, there is zero jealousy going on up in here." She chuckled and gave him a punch to the shoulder. "Just make sure you suit up, okay?"