A/N: Gambette, I officially love you! Inspiration to writes hits me with every review you do. (hint hint to the people who read this but don't review) More reviews equals more inspiration. So because of Gambette's review this latest chapter is out.

At the bar: "Remy, ah think we may be a bit early." Anya said looking around but never spotting Wolverine. "Remy t'inks you may be right chere. Let's get a drink while we wait." Remy had a mischievous grin on his face. Of course there were hidden intentions behind bringing her here early. The reason is simple, he wanted to see what kind of a drunk Anya was. Rogue had rarely drunk with Remy and every time they did Rogue would end up asleep on the couch before the fun had begun.

"So chere, shall we start you out wit' a lighter drink? Don't want you to hurt yourself." Remy saw the glint in Anya's eye. Oh yes, that hint of rebellious nature had definitely shone through. He was literally smirking by the time they reached the bar. "The usual for me Joe and somet'ing light for de chere, non?" The bartender, Joe, smiled as he started to set the glasses. "Uhm, actually Joe, make that two usuals." Anya started in before he had uncapped the liquor. "Whatever you say lady, just know that this man can drink my place dry if I let him, and he starts with the strongest." Joe said as he poured the first glass then the other. "Here you twos go. Enjoy." And with that Joe began to clean more glasses.

The place was very empty for a Friday, but then again it was still earlier. Anya had taken a waft of her drink. The strong smell of alcohol had her nose wrinkling up. She looked over to Remy who already had half his glass gone. She wasn't going to let him write her off as some light weight. She closed her eyes as she tipped the glass all the way back. Every last drop had been swallowed and now a trail of burning sensations tickled down her throat. She looked over at Remy with a raised eyebrow as if to say, 'take that!'

Remy smiled behind his glass before finishing it. "Joe, another." Remy placed the glass down on the counter. "Coming up." Joe responded as he uncorked the bottle. Anya had copied Remy's actions. "Meh to Joe." Joe looked to Remy who gave a nod of approval. "Here, just take it." Joe put the bottle on the counter after pouring Anya's second glass. Anya did the same thing she did with the first glass while Remy took his time. "Now chere, take your time and enjoy de taste." Remy was just getting started messing with Anya.

Anya poured herself another glass and sipped at it as Remy did. The burning sensation was shortened doing it this way. She could taste some faint hint of something French lingering in the alcohol. She took another longer sip before smiling at Remy. "It's delishioush!" Remy laughed at Anya's drunken speech. "Come chere, let's learn de pool now, non?" Remy had extended a hand to Anya which she took more than happily.

Remy had led them over to the farthest pool table. It was in the most secluded corner of the bar. "Now chere, de goal of de game is to get all de balls into de pockets. You can take de first hit. It's called breaking and will determine if you play solids or stripes." Anya nodded as she very sloppily held the cue. "Non chere, you gon hurt somebody like dat." Remy tsked as he stood behind Anya. His arms encased Anya as he bent them both down to lean onto the table. "You have to use de right hand to hold the cue steady. The left does all de work chere." Remy's hot breath tickled down Anya's neck. Her face was beginning to redden whether from alcohol or the way Remy was embracing her she didn't know. "Now gently line de shot up and then…" Remy hand shot forward, pushing Anya's with it. Together they broke the racked balls. Two stripes and a solid had each sunk into pockets while the rest scattered over the table.

"You be stripes chere." Remy whispered in her ear, his hot breath teasing her lobes, making her whole body shiver. "O-okay Remy. Ah think ah got it." She stood up and Remy finally took notice of her flushed appearance. Anya kept averting her eyes, and her whole body screamed 'I'm shy please stop staring at me!' Remy stepped closer to Anya and her body shirked away from the contact. "Remy, is it still muh turn?" Anya asked as she stepped back, only to be pressed into the table. "Yes chere. But beware when it Remy's turn."

Anya's cheeks went from pink to bright red. Anya bent over the table as she lined up another shot. Remy's whistle had her scratch, completely missing the balls. "Now it's Remy's turn chere." Remy took the cue ball and lined it up with a shot good for sinking two solids, but somehow Remy took three down in that single shot. "Remy yah really good at that." Anya breathed out airily. "No darling, Gumbo's a cheat. You shouldn't ever make a wager when that boy's involved." "Logan!" Anya giggled as she hugged the new arrival. "How yah doin sweet stuff? Ah haven't seen yah since this morning!"

"Gumbo, she reeks of alcohol. What'd you do dump it over her head?" Logan's nose wrinkled as he tried to pull away from Anya's tight grip. "Aw Logan, can't ah hug yah?" Anya pouted. Somehow between the start and Remy's turn Anya had finished off the bottle of liquor, even Remy was stunned. Picking up the empty bottle and shaking it Remy sighed. "Sorry, Remy should have been watching the chere closer. Remy will take her home now." Logan nodded as he headed to the bar. "Don't do anything stupid Gumbo."

Remy laughed as he grabbed Anya around the waist. "Let's go chere." Remy led her out of the bar and back to the bike. He took the helmet and placed it on her head. "Buckle it up chere. Now let's go." Remy helped Anya onto the bike before hopping on in front of her. "Hold on to meh chere." Remy wrapped Anya's arms around his waist. He leaned forward and slowly he took off back home.

Back at the X-men's home: Anya had her arms wrapped loosely around Remy's neck as she stumbled along. "Remy, ah want ah showah. Ah feel all sticky from the bar!" Anya's loud laughter had many heads turning. "Shhh…chere, you can't come home in a state like dis. Remy'll take you upstairs but you need to be quiet." "Hey…Remy…will yah shower meh?" Anya asked with her impossibly large eyes. Remy just bit his tongue as he led her upstairs. He had reached Anya's room and was about to just deposit her on the bed and leave. After all, he couldn't take advantage of her like this.

Anya had her hand wrapped around Remy's as he stood to leave. "Remy, ah'm hot. Ah want to sleep in muh underwear. Would yah undress me?" Anya was half sitting up, her bottom lip jutting out into a sexy pout. Remy took one look at her and knew he'd do whatever she asked of him in that moment. "Sure chere, turn around so Remy don't see anyt'ing okay?" Anya nodded as she turned onto her stomach. Remy began to drag her top up her back slowly, his fingertips causing goose bumps to appear. "Remy, yah doing it too slow. It's tickling." Anya giggled a bit as she sat up, her front away from Remy. She stripped her top off and reached around to undo the bra. "Now chere, that's too…" Remy never finished his sentence. The bra was gone and a smooth expanse of skin was now In front of his face. She turned to see what had stopped his words so suddenly, and that's when she saw Remy's jaw drop. "What's the matter Remy?" Anya asked as she got onto all fours and crawled towards Remy wearing nothing but her short shorts.

"Chere, Remy…well Remy has to leave." Remy stood, adjusting his body away from Anya's view. Taking this opportunity to jump onto Remy's back Anya attacked. "Yah aint going anywhere Remy!" Anya yelled as she pulled her body back making them both fall back onto the bed. Anya had slipped out from under Remy and was now straddling him. "Tell me what yah so flustered about Remy!" Anya looked him in the eyes with a pouty but angry look. "Chere, please cover yourself! Remy won't be able to control himself if you don't!" Anya looked down and seemed to finally realize she was giving Remy the best view of her nude front.

"Oh muh….Don't look!" Anya yelled as she buried herself into Remy's arms. Her whole face was bright red as she tried to burrow into Remy's armpit. Remy began to giggle. "Chere, Remy gonna have to get up soon. He has to leave so yah can sleep off de alcohol, non?" Anya shook her head. "Ah aint getting up Swamp Rat. Ah don't want yah to see me again!" Remy sighed, seeing defeat. He would have to wait until she was asleep and sneak out. "Fine chere, you go on ahead and sleep right where you are. Remy won't peek." Anya nodded as she dug her face into his collarbone. She inhaled the deep scent of liquor, cloves, spices, and something that was strictly Remy. Her dreams were filled with demon eyes and a scent that was all man. "I love yah Remy." Anya mumbled before slipping into sleep.