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The Party Continues

"Let's make this more interesting. Let's add ten minutes in heaven. Either couples, people who should be couples, or our choices."

"I'm in," Wanda said.

"Sure," John nodded. The others nodded or agreed, all except Kitty and Rogue.

"Ah know y'all are gonna put meh with the swamp rat. Can Ah hurt him if he gets too fresh?"

"Sure," Tabby said.

"Ah'm in then."

"Kitty?" Tabby asked.

"Who would I, like, have to be with? I mean, it's either Pietro, Jamie, or..." Kitty looked hard at Tabby. "You wouldn't."

"You're in Pryde," Rogue said. "If Ah'm playin' so are you." Tabby grabbed an empty bottle and spun it.

"First up, Rahne." Rahne's eyes widened. "Go on. Sam, you too." Same stood and crossed over to Rahne. He helped her up and they walked into the closet. "Rogue, your turn to ask."

"Okay... Jamie."

"Um... dare?"

"Okay, create for clones, you'll need them for this one." Jamie obeyed. "Now you've watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show with us, right?"

"Lots of times."

"Do the whole "Time Warp." In parts." Jamie stood and waited until Pete had put on the Karaoke version.

In the closet

"Is that Jamie singin'?" Sam asked.

"Aye, A think so," Rahne said gently chewing on her lip.

"Honey, am Ah makin' you nervous?" Sam asked gently.

"No... yes... um, kind of."

"Maybe this will help." He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers sweetly.

"Wow."

He grinned. "Wow's a good reaction."

"Could ye do that again?"

"That's an even better one."

Back in the room

"Amara," Roberto said.

"Dare."

"Okay, princess, you know the song "I Feel Pretty"?"

"Yes."

"Sing it. While dancing like a ballerina."

"Damn," Rogue said. "You stole mah dare for Remy."

"Merci," Remy said to Roberto. Amara stood and went through the entire song. The group was too amazed by the beauty of her voice and how well she danced to stop her.

Amara sat back down. "Kitty."

"Um, dare," Kitty said. She trusted Amara to not pick something too embarrassing.

"Remy mentioned Pete having a tattoo, but not what or where."

"Remy's never seen it," the Cajun pointed out.

"Pete are you willing to show it?"

Pete was laughing too hard at Kitty's expression to actually respond so he just nodded.

"Kitty, I want you to go with Pete and look at it. Then you have to tell us what and where."

"I totally hate you."

"Sure, you do," Amara said.

"C'mon, luv," Pete said standing.

"You can take a chicken," Rogue said.

"No," Kitty said. "I'll go." She followed Pete into the hall. They shut the door and Pete undid the belt to his jeans causing Kitty's eyes to widen. He snickered redoing the belt.

"I'm just messin' with ya, luv." He pulled his shirt off and turned around. On his shoulder rested a purple dragon. "Damn thing was supposed to be black," he said turning back around. "For some strange reason I despise this thing. Some days I feel like it hates me too."

"It's okay, Pete," Kitty said patting him on the arm. He was amused to note that she kept her hands on him longer than needed. "There are lots of people from the happy hotel who can take care of you."

"I'm sure you can tell why I don't tell anyone."

"Yeah. But I think it's cute."

He snorted. "You would." He put his shirt back on. This one read "Remember my name, you'll be screaming it later."

"It's a lot better than that shirt."

"I like me shirt," Pete protested.

"You would." They came back just in time to see Remy and Rogue going into the closet as a happy Rahne and Sam exited.

"So?"

"On his shoulder, a black dragon." Pete sighed in relief that she had kept the color between them. "Pete?"

"Truth, grasshopper."

"Why'd you get a tattoo?"

"T' piss me da off. Same reason I got the earring." He regarded the group. Rahne and Sam had withdrawn into a corner and were holding hands and whispering. "That's just nauseating."

"Yep," Kitty agreed. Pete couldn't help but notice the longing in her eyes. Not for Sam but for that type of relationship.

In the closet

Rogue regarded Remy warily as he played with his cards watching her. "Y' still have it?"

"What?"

"De card?"

"The one ya tried to kill meh with?"

"Chére, had Remy wanted ta kill y' with dat card, you'd be dead. But non, Remy was talkin' bout de Queen of Hearts."

"Yes."

He smiled. "So, how does it feel ta be able ta touch?"

"It's wonderful," she said.

He smiled stepping close. "Do y' know how long Remy has waited for de chance ta kiss y'?"

"Ah can honestly say no."

"De first time Remy saw y'. We were sent ta watch you guys. Remy saw y' sitting out in the sun reading. You just looked so beautiful." Rogue blushed but a small smile touched her lips.

"You always do have the right things to say."

"What are y' talkin' 'bout, chére?" Remy asked.

"You, you're such... a player."

"At one time, oui."

"And you're not now?"

"When's de last time y' saw Remy go on a date?"

"Two months ago," she admitted reluctantly.

"And yet y'r callin' Remy a player."

"Well..."

"Chére, you be de only femme dis Cajun is interested in. Remy only wants y'. No one else matters ta Remy. Compris?"

She smiled. "Yeah. But Ah was right."

"'Bout what?"

"You do always have the right thing ta say."

Remy reached out tracing the line of her jaw. She leaned slightly into his hand. Remy smiled and leaned down his mouth finding hers. Rogue smiled against his lips wrapping her arms around his neck. Remy's hands went to her waist holding her against him. He deepened the kiss, this time she opened her mouth to his willingly pulling his head closer to hers.

Rogue pulled away still blushing a little. "That was nice."

"Oui," Remy smiled. He gently kissed her on the cheek before returning to her lips.

In the room

"Amanda," Jubilee said. Amanda and Kurt broke away from each other.

"Um... truth," Amanda said.

"Why doesn't Kurt's appearance bother you at all?"

"Blue's my favorite color. And the yellow eyes look so cute on him. And he's soft and cuddly. He takes very good care of his fur. No fleas or anything."

"Amanda!" Kurt exclaimed, his cheeks turning an interesting purple color under his fur.

"Kitty."

"Truth."

"Why do you despise Pete so much?"

"I don't despise him. He's just totally rude, and he, like, goes out of his way to annoy me."

"Yer an easy target," Pete shrugged. "And admit it, sometimes you like me."

"I don't recall that being asked. Kurt."

"Yes, Katzchen."

"Truth or dare."

"Dare."

"Hmm... okay, teleport into Logan's room and bring back a pair of his boxers, or whatever he wears."

"But he'll smell me."

"You have between now and Monday to come up with an excuse." Kurt bamfed away. He was gone for a few minutes.

"I couldn't find anything."

"Ah guess dat means de Wolverine goes commando," Rogue said as she and Remy exited the closet. Remy looked slightly dizzy and had to lean on Rogue a little as they walked in.

"What happened?" Bobby asked.

"De collar stopped workin'," Rogue said helping Remy sit down. "An' now Ah'm stuck with dis annoyin' accent."

"Mais chére sounds sexy," Remy smirked.

"And Ah have all of his perverted t'oughts goin' through mah head." She looked at Remy as she returned to her own seat. "Y' have a sick, sick mind."

"Only for y', ma chérie," he purred.

"He has a great many uses for a blanket and a scarf."

Remy grinned wickedly. "Want ta try dem?"

"Non!" Tabby spun the bottle.