3
Just as she expected Rogue arrived in New Orleans at around 2'oclock.
Ah need to find a place to stay first before I meet this Gambit fella she thought while looking around.
Rogue walked into the first hotel she saw that didn't look too rundown but also not too high class.
"Hey sugar I was wondering if ah could get a room," Rogue asked at the reception.
"Sorry ma'am, but we're all booked out due to the Mardi Gras festival that's going on, it's the last two weeks so everything is taken." He responded regretfully.
"Don't worry about it, sugar," Rogue said masking her disappointment while walking out of the hotel.
Rogue tried several other places, but they were all the same. Booked out until the festival ended. Finally, she walked into a more high-end hotel that was located in the French quarter.
"S'cuse me darlin, but do you have any rooms available?" She asked tentatively, slightly intimidated by the stern-looking receptionist.
The pompous looking man stared her down before responding
"No, we don't have any rooms available for the likes of you". He responded with a look of haughty disdain.
Rogue was furious with his implications and was about to give him a piece of her mind until someone came up to the receptionist and whispered something into his ear. A shocked look flashed across his face as he stumbled over his words,
"Wait actually madam, a room just opened up and we are willing to give it to you twenty-five percent off". He suddenly exclaimed, fear evident in his eyes.
Rogue eyed him suspiciously, but nodded her head,
"Uh- ok thanks" She gave her credit card and identification to the man and took the key card he gave her.
In the corner, a shady man caught her attention. He was wearing a black leather coat and was grinning at her. He was covered in shadows so she couldn't quite see his face, Rogue was intrigued but decided that she had more important matters to take care of and thought little of him.
He saw her walk into the hotel visibly exhausted from whatever task she had been previously doing. He didn't notice any of that though, the noticeable feature was her immense beauty. She was wearing tight leather pants and a jacket, with locks of dark chestnut hair that had two platinum blonde stripes that framed her face. He could tell she was extremely fit to say the least, with the perfect body that his eyes were immediately drawn to. Her skin was very light almost porcelain but he could see her warm undertones.
What really drew him in though, was her eyes, even with a short glance they had rapidly captured his attention. The pools of emerald green with a hint of olive made him feel as if they were the most valuable diamonds that existed in the universe. Her makeup was very natural looking with more minimal eyeshadow and a nude shade of lipstick but just enough to show her full lips. It was meant to accent her features and did a perfect job of showcasing them. To say she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen was an understatement. Then he heard her voice, even from half a room away he could pick up on the sweet southern accent that melted his insides like honey.
He was entranced by this celestial being until he heard the voice of the snobby receptionist turning her away due to her "appearance". He was suddenly infuriated by this tempted to walk over to the man and fire him on the spot. That was until he caught a glimpse of her, she was equally angry and the hint of fire in her eyes made his heart stop altogether. She was a goddess. He quickly pulled one of the nearby staff over and whispered into his ear making sure he got his point across. The staff nodded and went to go tell the receptionist, the look of shock on his face almost made him burst out laughing. He also noticed the women's look of confusion flash across her face before cautiously picking up the key card and walking away. She stopped for a second briefly glancing at him but kept on walking.
"Until we meet again, mon chérie" Gambit whispered to himself, eyes glued to the women.
Rouge had already taken a shower and was blowing drying her hair whilst re-reading Gambit's file again. Logan had already texted her a list of places where he was most likely to hang around which included a bar that was a short walk away from the hotel. She decided to check the other places first because she was still a bit uncomfortable walking into bars. She straightened her hair and got dressed, pulling on a short black leather skirt with matching tights and a dark green tank top with a sheer shirt over top. Making sure that her skin was mostly covered. She then put on the pair of gloves which she was used to.
Ok Rogue, it's time to complete the mission you were assigned tah, don't mess this up.
Walking out of the hotel she wandered around to all the places Logan had suggested but couldn't find the cajun anywhere.
Damnit where is he, she thought becoming anxious well there's only one place left.
He immediately saw her when she walked into the bar. The hair was a dead giveaway. He could feel that she was slightly uncomfortable by her surroundings, clearly not in her element of choice. She seemed to be looking for someone but he couldn't tell who. She sat down at the bar and asked for water, Gambit slightly scoffed but was more intrigued by the mysterious southern belle.
He watched as every man that approached her kept on being politely rejected, she had obviously come to meet a certain person and Gambit couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He suddenly noticed a man who was more persistent than the others visibly upset that he kept on being turned down by the belle femme. He was about to intervene when he saw the beer that came splashing down onto her.
The beer was poured over Rogue's head and she looked in shock, which was quickly replaced with anger.
"That's what bitches get," the man said, spitting on her.
She quickly snapped out of her daze and decked him in the face knocking him out cold. Three other men stood up, obviously friends of the man she had just punched, she changed into a fighting stance and was ready for more until she heard the voice of a cajun man.
"S'cuse me mon ami but I wouldn't do dat if I were you," he said in a cocky tone.
The men instantly backed off, picking up their friend and quickly scurrying away. Rogue turned towards the mysterious man and her breath hitched, he was gorgeous even in the bar's dim lighting, with beautiful sun-kissed skin and slight stubble on his chin. His hair was the colour of chocolate cinnamon and he wore a tight maroon shirt with a leather jacket, black jeans and a pair of matching sunglasses that hid his eyes. She was speechless for a second before glaring at him and strolling out of the bar soaked in beer. She folded her arms trying to keep herself warm, cursing that she had worn something warmer instead of a sheer shirt.
"Damn bar" Rogue muttered to herself.
She picked up her phone but it slipped out of her hand, crashing onto the cement pavement promptly shattering.
"Shoot," she exclaimed in frustration while picking up her broken phone.
Walking around a little longer, Rogue was surrounded by bright, multi-coloured neon lights but she had never felt more alone and cold. Tears springing to the corners of her eyes she realized she was hopelessly lost in the nightlife of New Orleans with a broken phone whilst soaked in beer. She sat on the curb of the sidewalk to give her feet a rest from wandering around. Suddenly she felt a coat draped over her shoulders. She turned around to see the same cajun man from the bar.
"Bonjour mon chérie," he said grinning. "You don look like you having a great time down dere".
She felt somewhat safe in this stranger's presence.
"Well, you ain't looking so great either cajun'' She responded.
The man feigned hurt, "Gambit is a bit offended".
Rogue processed what he had just said and gave him a shocked look.
"Wait what?!" she shouted.
French Vocab Translation
-Mon amis: My friend
-Moi:Me
-Oui: Yes
-D'accord:Ok
-Très:Very
-Femme: Woman
-Homme: Man
-Un/Une: A
-Belle/Beau: Beautiful
