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If You've Got Trouble
I'm in a cell, a jail cell, a rather disgusting jail cell. Include my pounding head to the situation and its ridiculous. An absolutely ridiculous situation.
Oh, I'm sure it could be worse. I could be on death row right now and I actually quite like the graffiti. Some very talented people have been locked up in here. One of the convicts might even be following in the footsteps of Monet. I bet this is how he started out.
Well, at least I'm sober now, about time too. I've been here all damn night and I'm bored, really bored. I think the novelty wore off a long time ago.
I want to get the hell out of here. No scratch that, I'm going to get the hell out of here.
"Hello, can I go home now? You really have taken this too far, I mean it was funny at first!" Nope, still no sign of anyone.
"Hey, listen to me when I'm shouting at you, let me the heck out of here!" A few kicks to the door and yep, that did it, I hear footsteps. Now to bullshit my way out of here, without a criminal record, my day in court and probation, that is.
"Please, take a seat, Ma'am." And here I am, face to face with some stuck up, la-di-da officer of the law. In what I can only describe as an interview room, double damn it.
"Uh, Katherine, Katherine Pryde." Come on, you know she deserves that, you would have done the same. No, don't you deny it.
"Now, I hope this is your first offence, Miss Pryde."
I nod my liars head curtly.
"I thought as much. A girl like you really doesn't look the type to make a habit of this."
Well, apparently I don't look like a teenage delinquent, that's something I suppose.
"Last night you were unable to give us a number to reach your parents, you were rather intoxicated at the time. So we thought it was better if we let you sleep it off in one of our cells. I'm sure your parents are worried about you, so lets cut to the chase Katherine, your telephone number, please?"
My parents? Yeah, like they'd care, they threw me out for Christ sake. Now this is what I'd call a conundrum, What's a girl to do? It's time to put my thinking cap on.
"I'm twenty one, there's no need to call my parents." Ha, that will do, give the girl a gold star.
"And I'm a monkey's uncle."
Okay, maybe not.
"Watch yourself, Officer, with those long arms you're leaving yourself wide open."
Christ on a bike, where did that come from? I must still be drunk.
"Listen here, young lady..."
"I uh, must be a little drunk still, you know how it is." Perfect save, Rogue. I really can't let my mouth run away from me like that again. My broken body can't take another workout in the Danger Room.
"Yes, yes of course. Now we must get a hold of a family member, Katherine. You're under twenty one years of age, those are the rules I'm afraid."
Oh crap, wait I have the perfect idea, this just might work.
"Okay, only if I can make the phone call. My parents freak out when they don't hear my voice."
"I can't believe that worked!" I cry as I wrap my arms around my incredibly attractive boyfriend. You should see him; he's tall, dark and handsome and a woman's wet dream. If women do have wet dreams. I suppose they could if they really put their minds to it. Oh and you haven't heard the best part; He's also over the age of twenty one.
"Keep hugging me like that, Baby and they won't believe you're my little sister." He whispers in my ear and he's got a valid point.
"Oh come on, Doug, how can I keep my hands off you. After all, we missed our date last night, then I got drunk, stole myself some booze, got arrested..."
"Okay, I get it but we can't stand around here all day, though. I've got a deal later, you in again?"
Why are we standing outside a jail discussing this? I'd rather not find myself getting reacquainted with that cell again. I might be reduced to painting a mural on the walls or something equally as disturbing.
"You know what?" I reply, grinning as we walk to the car. "I just might be, yeah count me in. Can we stop by the mansion first though, I need a change of clothes."
I don't know what I did to deserve Doug but I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. Yes, that's a slightly cheesy statement to attach my name to and I couldn't care less.
He's not big on romantic gestures, still anyone's better than Bobby Drake. Doug, he's hot, has cash, tonnes of cash and I'm no gold digger, mind you.
I mean look at the car he drives, it's a BMW. What type you ask? How the hell should I know? A cars, a car, although this particular one is expensive. You just have to take a look at this car to know that we belong together. We both have expensive taste. Although I doubt he's reduced to stealing his expensive possessions for kicks, shits and giggles.
"So, why did you have to cancel our date last night?" Doug questions me curiously, and that's the sixty four million dollar question.
"Oh, you know, family problems, the usual." I answer lazily from the spot on the back seat where I'm currently curled up. I am never drinking again as long as I live, this headache has returned with a vengeance. He's slowing down, are we there already?
Shit, wait a second, is that a motorcycle I hear rumbling inside my poor swollen and stifled brain?
"Eek!" I throw myself on the floor and crouch low behind one of the seats. You know exactly what I'm doing, I don't need to explain myself. Doug may deserve an explanation though, he's looking at me as if I've grown another head.
"Should I even ask, Baby?"
"What did he look like?"
"Who?"
"The guy on the bike, it was a guy, wasn't it?"
"Uh, dark hair, mean looking, leather jacket, no helmet."
I thought so, that's Logan alright. Riding without a helmet sort of gives him away, he never was the unassuming type and he is mean looking.
"Did he just leave the mansion?"
"Yeah, looked like it. Wait, do you know him?"
I crawl out from my hiding place and peer over my shoulder at the deserted road. That was such a close call, I think I wet myself. I guess Logan's heading to another bar. Hmm, strange. He doesn't usually hit them until about noon.
"You could say that. Listen to me carefully, if he comes back, just take off because trust me, you really don't want to get on his bad side." Which is exactly where I am at this moment in time.
I open the car door telling Doug I'll be back in a few minutes and walk towards the gates. I can't help thinking that maybe I've gone too far this time. Logan really is going to kill me but he'll have to catch me first and I've learnt from the best.
"Roguey!" And there goes my attempt at being inconspicuous. I should never have walked past the kitchen at this time of day, there was bound to be someone in there.
"Hi Jubes, would really love to talk but I'm in a hurry." Move your butt Rogue, time is of the essence.
"Wait up, girl, you've been M.I.A all night. I've gotta bring you up to date on today's gossip." She squeals running after me and pulling me to a stop.
Oh God, this is going to take forever. I really don't have time for another one of her rambling, essay length style talks on every inhabitant in the solar system.
"Pyro's in deep shit."
Okay, maybe I could find the time to hear her out, she is a valued friend after all.
"Storm's yelling at him now. We've all placed our bets, I've got twenty on him getting kicked out. Oh and where were you last night? Logan and Storm were going out their crazy minds."
Holy shit, I was with John last night, wasn't I? Hold on, hold on, let me think about this for a moment. Last night is for most parts a large blur. Damn, Logan's drink.
I can't let him take the fall for whatever we did, although I'm sure it was fun. So I do what I do best, I burst into Storm's office. I could always make an entrance from the age of three when I walked in on my parents having sex.
"Rogue, where an earth have you been?" There's Storm sat in her usual chair with that glare aimed my way. Along with Johnny and his wide eyes. He's nervous or surprised, I don't know which and I probably don't have the time to find out.
"Oh hey, Ms. Monroe, uh, sorry for the interruption. I just needed to say, please don't blame John for last night. I took Logan's alcohol, I waited till he left then stole it, all of it. So, yeah, how's it going?"
A little help here. Please. Pretty please.
"Uh, didn't you want to know where I've been?" That's a definite nod, dammit. "Not his fault either, he didn't lose me or anything. You see, there was a slight misunderstanding and the individuals concerned were polite enough to offer me a bed for the night." I don't think I've ever said so much in such little time. I'm glad Logan's not here, he would smell the BS a mile off.
Storm spends all of ten seconds taking in the absolute crap I've just spurted out, then snaps back into responsible headmistress mode. Why is she reaching for the phone?
"I need to call Logan, he's out looking for you again."
No, she can call him when I'm a million miles away, at a safe distance. I don't have a death wish you know, well not yet anyway. I rush over to her, slapping her hand away from the phone. Now she looks rather annoyed, was that a flash of white I just saw in her eyes?
"No, no, no, there's no need for that. I uh, saw him leaving earlier, he's going to a bar, you know for happy hour and loose women."
"Typical Logan..."
She can bitch about him later. I've got my man waiting for me and people to do, things to see. Shouldn't that be the other way round? Pfft, I'm out of here.
"Wait just a minute, Rogue, you can't leave. We've got a great many…"
"Ro', I'll explain it all later but I really need to take a shower and a nap. I'm in desperate need for a nap." I have no intention of doing either but she doesn't need to know that. I'd rather not start my day off by getting struck by lightning, the burns wouldn't be easy to explain away when I crawl back to Doug's car.
"Is that all you've got to say for yourself?" Storm splutters, sounding rather annoyed at the back of my head. But I'm already half way out of the door and there is no stopping me now.
"Thanks for understanding Storm, see you later!" And I dash out of the office without a second glance, I have a bag to pack.