The foray of Xavier's was filled with the elder X-Men, Scott and Jean decided that the rest of the mutants would need some supervision

The foray of Xavier's was filled with the elder X-Men, Scott and Jean decided that the rest of the mutants would need some supervision. The males were wearing what they believed was their best bar attire. Logan was wearing his typical jeans and flannel while Remy wore all black, a fitted shirt and baggy jeans, under his brown trench. Warren wore a pair of light blue jeans and a nice blazer that he used to hide his wings, while Alex wore a pair of dark jeans and a Hawaiian shirt over a white under shirt. Scott wore black jeans and a burgundy t-shirt that went well with his ruby quartz glasses, while Jean wore a simple black dress with three-quarter sleeves. Ororo stood talking to Logan wearing a pale blue dress that just skimmed the middle of her thighs.

"Where is she?" Logan grumbled to the weather witch. "It's been a half hour!"

"Chill down homme," Remy said watching the stairs, "There she is."

Coming down the stairs Rogue was wearing a pair of destroyed jeans with close-knit fishnet stockings covering the exposed portions of her legs, and an emerald corset top that had loosely flowing sleeves that sat just off the shoulder. The color of the sleeves was the same emerald green of the bodice, but as the sleeve got closer to her hands, they went to the deepest black. Her hair was left down in its natural ringlets that had that sultry siren vibe to it. While an emerald green choker with an emerald teardrop rested in the hollow of her throat finished off the whole look.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that she likes green," Alex whispered to Warren.

Rogue stepped off of the stairs and looked around. "So, ya'll ready to….". Before she could finish her sentence Rogue suddenly hid behind Remy.

Sean came walking into the room looking at his cell phone, "Hey, has anyone seen Anna, Bishop wants her to call him."

"Ah'm not here!" Rogue whispered into Remy's ear.

"Sorry, homme, haven't seen her." Remy told Sean.

At the exact same time that Remy said that, Scott answered that they were all going to the bar.

"Let me guess, Anna wishes to get her 'drink on'?" Sean said with a weary sigh.

"Come on Banshee, Ah seriously am in some need of fun! Please?! Ah'll call Bishop in the morning" Rogue whined looking over Remy's shoulder to peak at Sean. When it appeared that Sean wasn't going to budge, she make a last ditch effort, "Do you want to come as well? Ah mean you haven't been out and having fun in ages!"

It was the puppy dog look and the last bit that changed Sean's mind for him. "Fine, lets go."

Rogue squealed from behind Remy turning quickly towards the door and running outside, "So….. Who's driving?"

"Would you like to drive with Remy, chere?" Remy asked Rogue coming out behind her with the rest of the mutants following them out.

"That all depends on what Remy's driving; because you know, Rogue has to show up in style." Rogue responded without missing a beat.

"Then it's a good thing that Remy was planning on driving the bike." Remy answered smiling at her.

Remy and Rogue beat the rest of the X-Men to the bar. As they stood outside the entrance waiting for the others Remy noticed that Rogue was already starting to dance even though there was no music playing that they could hear.

"Chere, what are you dancin' to?" Remy finally asked her.

"The music…. It's everywhere." Rogue answered, "One of the many borrowed powers Ah possess, Ah can hear on all frequencies…."

Before he could respond, they were joined by everyone else.

Once inside Rogue went straight to the dance floor to finish what she started outside the bar. The music was pounding and the rhythms were overpowering. It was hard to just stand still while the beat was pounding everywhere around Xavier's mutants.

"Look at her, she's a natural." Warren mused to Alex as they watched Rogue dance over to the floor. "And I think it's only natural that she get the best partner here. Me."

"Dude, that's not cool, you know that I got more rhythm in my pinky finger then you, Moneybags." Alex said following Warren over to the floor.

"Those two are in for a world of hurt aren't they?" Scott surveyed the remaining mutants at the table.

"I wouldn't say that…" Ororo answered back, "She just might surprise us all."

"Especially considering her husband will be joining us tomorrow." Sean answered taking a drink of his coke. All five heads snapped to attention.

"What did you just say homme?" Remy asked incredulously, hoping that he heard him wrong when he mentioned the "h" word in association with the southern spitfire.

"Her husband, Lucas Bishop. The boss has decided that my partner should join us with whatever it is that Rogue thinks is coming." Sean answered looking around at them. "You all know Bishop; he's told me that you have had run-ins before. Did he not tell you the last time you saw each other that he was married?"

Scott continued to just stare at the Scots man while the others looked between the dancers on the floor. Warren and Alex both actually believed that they had a shot with the epigamic woman in their ranks.

On the floor, Rogue let loose. When she was a child living with Mystique and Irene she was classically trained in dance. Then as she got old she started to experiment with all different forms of dance. Dance was a way for the teenager to escape from everything that her mothers were putting her through. She could get lost, and forget that she was a mutant and that her mothers were terrorists, training her to be the perfect little terrorist.

Looking behind her she saw Alex, while in front of her was Warren. They both were very sweet if not a little naïve. They still believed that Xavier's dream had a chance. That if they tried hard enough, human would begin to except mutants and stop prosecuting them. But Rogue knew better, she's seen all possibilities of the future, each one grimmer then the one before. There was a small chance that the X-Men had a possibility at achieving the dream.

"Hey boys, Ah'm a touch thirsty. Gonna get a drink." Rogue said to the other two X-Men. Walking, more like swaying, to the table she noticed that every single mutant, but Sean, was watching her approach with a dumbfounded look on their faces. "Hey, what's up with them?"

"I told them about Bishop. He's coming out tomorrow." Sean answered not once looking at his charge. He didn't want to see her face when she realized that he had betrayed her trust and told one of her many secrets.

"What exactly did you tell them?" Rogue asked in a very cold and controlled voice.

"That your married, Chere." Remy finally was able to break out of his stupor. "Why didn't you tell us? Did you not trust us?"

"Trust you? Trust the same people who think that Ah'm gonna betray them, and attack them at any moment, just because Ah have the potential to take you all out without breaking a sweat? Ah read minds, Ah know exactly what you think of me." Rogue sneered at him, her voice losing all sweetness and taking on a menacing tone. "Ah've seen the future, something everyone seems to forget, Ah know what's going to happen. And there is nothing we can do about it." Her bright emeralds went straight to white, "The guards and watchers are in disagreement; they can't focus on the thief. The age of Apocalypse if inevitable, unless the two immune learn to trust and the heart of the thief is given to the one to whom it belongs."

"Anna, you need to stop doing that, it's starting to get slightly cryptic." Sean said testily.

"Doing what? Ah haven't done anything out of line in years." Rogue said focusing her blazing eyes onto her husband's partner. "You know what, Banshee, Ah'm glad that Lucas is coming, 'cause Ah just can't handle you people anymore. Constantly finding fault in Mystique's little girl, the spawn of terrorist."

Before the other mutants could respond she turned and delved back into to crowd. She disappeared into the dancing pulsating crowd.

"That could have gone a little better." Logan finally muttered.