Kitty glanced around the five star restaurant as she sat down and tucked herself in, "I feel under dressed." She whispered across the table, "Everyone here is so fancy."

"You are not under dressed." Piotr smiled back at her, "You look... very nice."

"Very nice." Pyro snorted as he unceremoniously dropped into the seat to Kitty's right, "Get a load of this kiss ass."

"You can't say ass here, Pyro." Kitty hissed, "Just shut up and be good."

He let out a dramatic sigh before ripping his napkin off the table and laying it across his khaki's, "I don't even understand why we had to come to this stupid place." He grumbled as he smoothed the napkin out on his lap, "There was nothin' wrong with Chili's."

"Remy didn't want to eat at Chili's again." Piotr reminded him.

"Can you blame him?" Kitty asked, cutting her eyes to Pyro who continued to pout.

"Everything is so damn expensive in places like this." Pyro complained, glancing vaguely at the menu in front of him, "It's stupid, is all."

"Does the party clown business not pay well enough?" Piotr asked with a grin from behind his own menu. "I don't imagine you would get many tips for making balloon animals for children."

Kitty pressed her lips into a thin line and shot Pyro an uncomfortable glance before lifting her menu up and clearing her throat, "It is pretty expensive here."

Piotr lowered his menu to knit his brow at Kitty questioningly, but before he had the chance to ask her about her ignored opportunity to make fun of Pyro's mystery job, his phone began to ring from his back pocket. He slipped the phone out and glanced at the display,

"I have to take this." He sighed, "I'll be right back."

Kitty gave him a nod, watching as he made his way through the restaurant with the cell phone to his ear.

"Gambit and his woman could have at least showed up on time." Pyro continued his complaining, "I mean, if they're forcin' us to come here in the first place, it's just common courtesy to put a hold on the car sex."

"Ew, Pyro..."

"I'm just sayin!" He shrugged innocently, "You know that's what they're doin', right?"

"I don't want to think about what they're doing." Kitty shook her head, turning her gaze back to her menu with increased interest.

"It's just impolite, that's all I'm sayin'." Pyro concluded as he fidgeted with the metal corner of the fancy menu, "I don't get the appeal of car sex. I mean, I get the thrill of the danger involved, you know? The risk of getting caught is quite the turn on."

"Oh God, please stop." Kitty's eyes darted around quickly to make sure no one was hearing Pyro speak.

"It's actually pretty common, y'know. Like this one girl who called in today, she told me she likes gettin' caught. This one time her an' her boyfriend were driving down the interstate, when-"

"No." Kitty firmly interrupted, "Just because I know about the job, doesn't mean I want to discuss the job."

"Come on, it ain't that bad." Pyro rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "Don't be such a prude. You really could use some call time yourself, loosen you up a bit. I bet you don't even know how to talk dirty."

Kitty put her hand to her forehead and sighed, "Shut. Up."

"It's really simple once you get the hang of it." Pyro continued.

"Please, shut up."

"Y'know, it's nice to have someone to talk to about my work. I've been listening to everyone else bitch and moan about their jobs for years, and I've had to keep quite the whole time." Pyro grinned as he scanned his eyes over the laminated menu, "And believe me, I've heard my fill of moaning bitches-"

"No." Kitty snapped, her eyes darting up to him sharply.

"Moaning really is the hardest part," Pyro nodded thoughtfully, "Hurts your throat after a while. Y'gotta make sure you stay hydrated or else the next thing you know, your breathy moans turn into croaks. An' there ain't nothin' sexy about that." He chuckled before adding, "Unless they've got some kinda Kermit fetish-"

"Oh look! Rogue and Remy are here!" Kitty interrupted suddenly, jumping out of her seat to flag them down, desperate for any excuse to put an end to Pyro talking.

"Figures." Pyro muttered as he spotted Rogue and Remy winding their way through the restaurant as if they were attached at the him, "We can talk more about it later. Remind me to tell you about the bloke with the back scratcher."

Kitty grimaced, "Yeah sure..."

"Sorry we're late." Rogue grinned as she slipped down into the seat across the round table from Kitty, "We got... hung up."

"Traffic." Remy explained with a sickeningly sly grin.

"Yeah sure... traffic." Pyro repeated, air quoting the word for emphasis before shooting Kitty a wink.

"Have you ordered?" Rogue asked as she lifted the menu and began to flip through, "Where's Pete? Is he not here yet?"

"He's here. He just had to take a call. For work." Kitty replied.

"He never said it was a work call." Pyro pointed out before grinning, "I bet it's that girl..."

"Or work."

"Work." Pyro air quoted again with a little snicker.

"Yeah, work." Remy said, glancing at Pyro over the top of his menu, "You know, the place where they pay you to gather up all the coins everyone tosses into the fountain at the mall."

"The place where they pay you to dress up like Liza Minnelli and serve cocktails." Rogue added, holding back a bright smile as she turned expectantly to Kitty, who uncomfortably cleared her throat and frowned.

"Uh... Mail carrier."

Remy dropped his menu and squinted at Kitty, "What?"

"I don't know, uh... gas... pumper." She shot out a breath and frowned, "I don't wanna play."

"I have had it with this stupid phone." Piotr announced suddenly, having approached without being noticed by the group and coming to a stop at the seat next to Kitty. He dropped his iPhone on the table with a frown, "The battery will not hold a charge. I was in the middle of an important call and it just died."

"You gotta make sure you unplug it when it's fully charged there mate." Pyro said leaning forward to look past Kitty at Piotr as he sank down into his seat, "Overcharging the battery can fry it after a while."

"Oooh! Apple store Genius!" Rogue burst out excitedly before letting out a deflated sigh, "No, that one sucked."

"The Kittiot ruined it." Remy agreed.

"I missed something." Piotr glanced over at Kitty who shrugged half-heartedly.

"Pyro's stupid job."

"For the record, Kitty didn't ruin it. Because that would imply that it was actually fun to begin with. An' it's not fun, asshats." Pyro snapped, crossing his arms firmly over his chest with a little pout.

"So Pete," Remy grinned across the table at Piotr, folding his menu and setting it down in front of him, "Important call hmm? Hot blonde?"

Piotr rolled his eyes, "It was the gallery."

"Mmmhmm..." Remy's mischievous grin grew and he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arm out over the back of Rogue's seat, "Sure it was. I've gotten my fair share of "calls from the gallery" myself. A woman has needs, after all. And if that means phone sex in a restaurant parking lot- Are you okay there, Kitty?"

Remy asked suddenly after noticing the bright shade of pink Kitty's face had turned.

"What?" She snapped, "I'm fine, shut up. Where is the stupid waitress?"

"She's a bit of a prude, you should know that by now." Rogue responded with a smirk.

"As if. Your face is a prude." Kitty frowned, crossing her arms firmly with a pout to match Pyro's before hissing, "Nobody wants to talk about phone sex in a restaurant, okay?"

Piotr calmly cleared his throat, "Apparently I have a buyer interested in my works, but-"

"No no, don't change the subject." Remy stopped Piotr with a scrutinizing stare, "I know you're hiding something."

"I am not hiding-"

"It's still the Amazon Woman from the bar, isn't it?" Remy narrowed his eyes with a smile, "You're still bumpin' uglies with her."

"What?" Piotr scoffed, "I have not-"

"Don't lie, Pete. We've been living together for a long time now, and I can tell when you've been dipping your wick on a regular basis." Remy's smug grin turned serious, "You wanna keep a lid on it for now, I get that. We ain't exactly had the best track record as roommates dealing with your women, but eventually you're gunna have to come on out with it, because the fact of the matter is that you need us."

Piotr pressed his lips into a thin line and gave Remy a skeptical look, "Is that so?"

"Absolutely. You have horrible taste in women."

"I do not." Piotr disagreed with a frown.

"I dunno, he's kinda got a point there mate." Pyro nodded. "I think we all remember Anya."

"You guys are totally over reacting." Kitty scoffed, "Anya is a bad example."

"What about the Stewardess? You remember her, right?" Remy's eyebrow quirked with his rhetorical question, "Only show up in town two weekends a month and expect you to drop everything just to spend every waking moment together, for 48 hours straight? And I don't even think you got past second base with her, which just makes the whole arrangement sad."

"Yeah, what did ya do all night? Snuggle?" Pyro snorted.

"She was a Flight Attendant," Piotr replied quickly, "And she didn't expect me to drop anything. I wanted to spend time with her when she was in town."

"You go for the girl who is guaranteed to break your heart." Remy replied, "Emotionally stunted, uptight control freaks, like you've got some kind of chivalry complex or something."

"Like he's a martyr." Pyro added.

"Exactly, like he's a martyr." Remy agreed. "He's a doormat."

"Hah!" Rogue laughed and shook her head, "Even kissing Kitty-" Both Kitty and Piotr snapped their eyes over to Rogue, who had clamped her mouth shut as she looked between the two. She cleared her throat uncomfortably and shook her head, "Kissing Kitty, it's a nickname... we used to call her that... after that time Kurt tried to kiss her."

Remy knit his brow, "It's not as catchy as Kittiot."

"Yeah but she's got a point. Pete loves bein' walked all over so much that he even does it platonically." Pyro said, jerking his head towards Kitty as he spoke. "Look how many times he's let Kissin' Kitty drag him out for driving lessons. An' he's not even gettin' any out of that arrangement."

Kitty's mouth dropped open, "Excuse me?! I don't drag him out."

"Alright, I have had enough of this conversation." Piotr announced firmly, "My relationships are none of your business, and if I wanted you to know that I am seeing someone, then I would tell you."

The table fell silent with Piotr's defensive tone, lasting not twenty seconds before Pyro added,

"Does she at least have a nice rack?"

"It's a valid question." Remy nodded with a shrug.

"Where the hell is the goddamn waitress?!" Kitty groaned, her eyes scanning the restaurant for any sign of the waitstaff. There was another small stretch of silence before finally Rogue shot out a breath and rolled her eyes,

"So, Halloween is coming up." She began, gaining her a cautious side glance from Remy, "And the guys back home are planning sort of a... costume party thing-"

"No." Remy interrupted.

"What do you mean, no?"

"I'm not going to a stupid costume party with the X-men." Remy replied, "Don't you people get tired of costumes?! You practically wear one every single day."

"Those are uniforms, not costumes-" Rogue said.

"Same shit." Remy muttered.

"Look, I know these parties are incredibly lame, which is why I was hoping you would come and keep me company." Rogue frowned with a sigh, "Please."

Remy let out a long growl and rolled his eyes, "... Fine." He agreed reluctantly before jabbing a finger at the three across the table from him, "But if I gotta go, you guys are comin' too."

Pyro rolled his eyes and grumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

"It will be... fun." Piotr said with a forced smile, trying his best to be supportive and failing miserably.

"Oh my gosh, costumes!" Kitty clapped her hands together, "No! Shut up! I have the perfect costume idea for us! Star Wars."

Pyro's eyes lit up with a glimmer of excitement, "That is perfect for us... We have a Luke, Leia, Han, and Chewie." He grinned, "It's like fate."

Piotr pressed his lips into a thin line and forced another smile, "Yeah."

"Christ, we haven't even gotten water yet." Remy barked irritably, glancing around with a frown, "And why does everyone else have bread sticks!? I don't eat that shit, but it's the principle of the thing. Does anyone even work here?!"

"We should just leave." Pyro suggested, "I bet we'd have no problem getting a table at Chi-"

"No." Remy barked, "If I have to hear one more idiot sing the Baby Back Ribs song, so help me God, I'm gunna go postal. We are going to have a nice meal, at a nice restaurant, like normal grown ass adults, dammit."

At that moment, the waitress finally arrived, coming to a stop at the table unapologetically with a basket of bread sticks before quickly introducing herself and requesting their drink orders.

"See? Patience is a virtue." Remy said to Pyro calmly, before turning back to the middle aged waitress and giving her a charming grin, "Bonjour, I'll have a Rum and Coke."

"Is Pepsi alright?" The waitress asked innocently.

The smile instantly dropped off of Remy's face and he squared his jaw with a steely stare, "Alright, I'm done." He announced, pushing back from the table, "Shut it down."

"What? You're serious?" Rogue asked in confusion as she watched Remy haul his trench coat back on.

"Yes I'm serious." He said firmly, turning to the poor waitress with a scowl, "Coke and Pepsi aren't the same, Rogue. Let's get out of this shit hole."

Kitty stood up, watching as Remy made a grouchy bee line for the parking lot before turning back to the waitress with a smile, "Is there any chance we could get those bread sticks to go?"

A/N- Woaaaah! How long's it been?! Too long! Anyway, as promised, I have not abandoned this story, and nor will I ever.
More to come! Hopefully soon!
And as always, your reviews are so appreciated, so please continue loving on me. :)