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Note: Hi! Here I present you the second part of this madness. In the first one, I forgot to say that English is not my first language, so sometimes I make mistakes. And I did. I wrote "shameful" and I meant "shameless", at the beginning when Rogue and Remy are talking. Sorry about that. Anywayz! Here we go.

Chapter 2: What?

She asked the taxi driver to drop her about two blocks away from the… place. As soon as she stepped out of the car, the luminous signs of bars, clubs, restaurants and small theaters, filled all of her range of vision. People hurried their ways down the sidewalks, and even though it was over 9 pm, there were still many cars passing by.

She started to walk, just as the cab got lost in the traffic. Instinctively, she took a look at herself in the front glass of a closed store. She had put on some black pants, plus a black leather jacket and a green top. What kind of situation were these clothes appropriate for? Something Kitty or Jean could easily answer, but right now, Rogue wasn't even sure about what to expect from this little trip.

She continued walking. When she saw the address and name of the place, she spent some good five minutes lying in bed with a horror expression on her face that every few seconds changed to a laughter that almost made her choke, then horror again, then back to laughing. For sure, there must have been a reasonable explanation for this, right? Maybe he was meeting someone around the club/bar, or having some sort of murky business with, who knows, the owner. Most likely meeting some girl around there. Yes, that made a lot of sense.

But when she finally saw a line of yellow light bulbs and the words "Hunks-a-Million" in shiny, gigantic letters, the infinite laughter feeling came back to her.

"Mah Gawd, this ain't happenin'".

With her fingers, she fixed a little bit her lose hair before coming any closer. She had her gloves on, of course. Black ones.

Under the huge advertisements, several women were in line, waiting to come in. She stood there, with them, trying to find any clues of the damn Gambit around. Could he… maybe be a security guy in there? She was pondering all of the possible options, because the one she had the feeling would be the right one, was way too massively insane to comprehend. Of course he was good looking, with that longish brown hair, amazing body and tall frame… and his face, his nose was so manly and the stubblegoddamnithe'sinthefuckingbanner.

Rogue's eyes were caught by a banner on the wall, right besides her. It was a guy standing in the middle of a scenario, wearing a trench coat and… that's all you could really see. It was more like a silhouette. But her stomach dropped at least a mile, because she could tell: it was him.

"TONIGHT: The Cajun's last performance! You can't miss it, chere!"

Holly shit.

Rogue turned towards the street. The amount of cars had diminished and it was starting to get a little chillier. As an X-Man, she had been a part of many unbelievable situations. They had fought against both mutants and humans, prevented actual catastrophes from breaking the Earth in two pieces, saved people from imminent death and dealt with their own powers, which was enough as it should have been. Her life had been everything but normal. But this… she couldn't wrap her mind around it. Though it made some kind of sick sense.

She'd have to see it to believe it.

The line moved forward some steps, so there were only four or five girls in front of her.

"Finally, we're almost there" she said to one of the girls. It was time to find some information.

"I know, right? I love this place".

"Do you guys come a lot?" Rogue asked casually.

"It's just the second time for me. It's Hannah's bachelorette party".

"Yeah! I'm Hannah, these are Lindsay, Katie and Jen".

"Ah'm Anna, nice to meet y'all".

"Are you here by yourself?" one of the women questioned her (maybe Lindsay) and that's when Rogue's brain clicked:

"Yeah, it's…" she put on a sad expression on her face: "This is really stupid, but… yesterday Ah found out mah boyfriend was cheatin' on me".

"Oh my God!"

"That's horrible!"

"…bastard!"

"Yeah, it was horrible" Rogue echoed: "So we broke up, 'course, an' mah best friend… Tatiana told me we should come here an', yah know, forget 'bout that sucker".

"Totally!"

"That's great!"

"But she just called me half an hour ago an' said she couldn't make it. So Ah thought: what the heck! Ah'll still come."

"Bravo!"

"…so independent…"

"That's great, it's the best you can do".

"Thanks" Rogue said, trying to keep the sappy expression.

"Oh, I know! Why don't you sit with us?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure!"

"Really? Oh mah gawd, yah guys are awesome".

All right. At least she wouldn't have to awkwardly sit all alone in there. When she was still at the mansion, she even thought about asking someone to go with her. Kitty, maybe Jean. But if her (now almost) confirmed suspicions were accurate, she didn't even know how she would talk about this with someone else. Nah. The Professor sent her and only her. This was her twisted, own mission.

About five minutes later, they let them in.

It was a large place, more than what it looked like from the outside. Tables, couches and bars were spread everywhere, as well as a very slick decoration. Fluorescent lights, though the general illumination of the place was dimmed. Then, at the bottom, she saw a stage with blue and black half transparent curtains.

She had been to bars before, sure. But not to this kind. It looked like a normal one though. So far.

"Over here!" one of the girls (maybe Jen) waved her hands at her. Rogue headed in their direction and sat with them, right in front of the stage.

"All right, I don't know about you ladies, but I'm ready to see some ass shaking tonight" Hannah, the bride to be, said, then the rest of the girls cheered.

Rogue was only smiling and nodding at this point. Sometimes, when things happen, we just don't grasp them right away, but later on, when we have time to analyze them. She was in this strange state: seeing everything around, taking everything in, while her ears buzzed in disbelief.

Do ears buzz in disbelief? Hers did, especially with the loud music and general noise of the place.

The girls kept on talking about dresses and sexual positions, and Rogue had to make an effort to seem interested. She could hardly wait, believe it or not. She couldn't wait for the moment when she could either corroborate or throw away this insanity.

At ten o'clock, the music got lower and a woman stepped center stage.

Rogue took a large sip from her cocktail. Oh boy.

"Ladies! Ready to have some fun tonight?"

A massive YEAH! erupted in the room.

Was this real life?

"Who wants to have a taste of some fine looking gentlemen?!"

The crowd roared again.

"All right, then" the middle aged lady shook her shoulders to the rhythm of the music. "Then let me introduce you to OUR… SIX… PACK!"

The lights went down and the woman left the stage. Suspenseful music, and then, the curtains opened up to reveal six figures in camouflaged clothes. Hannah, Jen, Katie and Lindsay started to clap and whistle, as well as the rest of the women in there. It was like a wave, when the guys showed up and people started to go nuts.

Rogue grasped her glass tightly, feeling its coldness against her fingers. It was the only cold thing, really, because the place suddenly acquired some sort of heat.

As the guys approached, she scrutinized them carefully. No, none of them was Remy.

While doing the choreography, they started to rip their clothes off, and the ladies didn't waste any time to start waving bills up in the air. For a bride, Hannah was going completely crazy, especially when the guys (who at this point were wearing nothing but boxers) came down the stage, around the tables.

It was contagious, the feeling of having fun, the laughs and the atmosphere. So, how not to laugh when one of the guys, who was as ripped as it gets, started to shake his ass right on Hannah's lap?

The other men were busy doing similar stuff around some other tables (was that one actually sort of humping that woman's behind? Probably yes.) Luckily, in Rogue's table, they only… interacted with Hannah, whose cheeks were completely crimson.

"Oh my God, I love that one, the blond one, isn't he completely perfect?" Jen (or maybe Lindsay) asked Rogue.

"Yeah, he looks like he just came out of the cover of a one dollar romantic novel."

Lindsay (or Jen, whatever) thought that was the funniest thing she had heard in ages, because she spent the next couple of minutes laughing her head off. Maybe alcohol was starting to get them.

"How about that to warm up this amazing night?" the same lady was again front and center. "Uh, look what's left here!" she took a t-shirt from the floor and tossed it to a very eager audience member.

"I think the Cajun comes next".

Rogue's hands got a little weak, when hearing this.

"Who?"

"The Cajun! He's…" Katie started to say, but then stopped herself: "I'll just let you see him by yourself. Prepare to get all steamy".

"Okay" was the only thing Rogue could utter.

The guy who had jogged by her side, mere hours ago. The one she had been in Danger Room sessions with, had had breakfast, lunch and dinner with; the one whose, about 20 invitations to go out, she had rejected. The one that played basketball with Logan, cooked gumbo for everyone last weekend and called her chere… was it possible that he was doing… this?

"Well, kittens, I have news for you. Both good and bad ones, I'm afraid."

"Booooooooooo!"

"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry to tell you this, you must know it already. Our favorite eye candy, the Cajun, is retiring from the business tonight."

If in the depths of hell people are being tortured and they yell while in enormous pain, it must sound just like the way these women cried "NOOOOOO!" at the sound of the terrible news.

"I know, I know!" she was having a hard time making people shut up. Finally, they did it: "I know it's devastating, but that's why tonight he will do his best to please you, gals".

Everyone cheered again.

"All right, so, for your viewing pleasure, here he is, the Cajun!"

As the lights went down again, Rogue took a deep breath. Her heart was starting to race. She took a long sip from the cocktail, finishing it off.

Then, she looked up, just when back and in the center of the stage, the curtains opened up and the lights illuminated a figure.

Note: I'm not sure about what to say right now XD I've never been to one of these places, only to a cousin's bachelorette party (in her house) and when the dancing guy was approaching to twerk on me, I ran away. Anyway, again, I hope you enjoyed this and please review! Please, reviews make my day :-) OMG next chappie is scary.