11 February

Twirl. –v. 1. to cause to rotate rapidly; spin; revolve; whirl 2. to twiddle 3. to wind idly, as about something 4. to rotate rapidly; whirl 5. to turn quickly so as to face or point in another direction –n. 6. an act or instance of twirling; spin; whirl 7. something convoluted or having a spiral shape; coil; curl; convolution

"Oh, Rogue, you're still awake!" Remy's voice floated excitedly through the rec room's door. Rogue sat alone on the couch, channel flipping through movies and television shows alike. Most of the mansion was asleep, but Rogue didn't feel like going to bed.

"Yeah. What's up, Sugah?" Rogue asked.

Remy's eyes darted briefly to the television screen before he looked back at her with a widening grin. "Feel like goin' out t' watch a movie, chere?"

Rogue scrunched up her brow in confusion. "Isn't the movie theatre closed at this time'a night?"

Remy shrugged lightly. "Nah. Jus' gonna be a real light crowd, n'est-ce pas?" He chuckled. "C'mon chere. Big movies, you an' me. It'll be a blast." Rogue still waffled. Remy sighed. "Da Vow jus' came out. Cute romance? Pre'y actors, yah? Or action, ya get da Safehouse. Denzel Washington. He's always good. Whatever ya want, chere, I get you a front row seat."

Rogue drew in a breath and turned off the TV. "Alright. A movie. Ah guess so."

Remy's smile broadened further. "Great. You go grab your coat." Remy already wore his. It wasn't unusual for him. He kept his coat on most times indoors and out. "I go grab my bike. Meet you at da front."

Rogue did as she was told and managed to walk out the front doors of the mansion without running into another soul to meet Remy as he gently pulled up to the steps. Quickly situating a helmet on her head and her arms around his waist, Remy took off towards town. Town, as could be expected on a late Saturday night – so late that it could be considered Sunday morning – was sparsely populated. Some people still milled about, especially about the liquor centers, but the populace wasn't akin to midday crowds. Rogue was rather surprised about how different the city felt at night than it did during the day. It almost felt less welcoming.

Yet the hospitality of the general city was much greater than the greeting extended by the theater. While the outside neon still glowed, the inside was very much dark.

"Uh, Remy …" Rogue said. "Ah think you've made a mistake, Sugah."

Remy pulled to a stop around the side of the building and switched off his bike. "A mistake, chere?" He chuckled and gestured for her to hand over the helmet. "Nah, Rogue. No mistake. Movies ain't closed t' me." He offered her a cheeky wink. "'Fraid I can't help much wit' popcorn. Sorry 'bout dat."

"Remy, we should go home. What are ya talkin' 'bout?"

When Rogue didn't hand over her helmet, Remy shrugged and walked away, heading straight to the movie theater's doors. He dug in his coat's breast pocket as he walked and held something in each hand by the time he was done messing with the pocket. More curious than anything, Rogue dropped off her helmet on Remy's bike and followed quietly. Remy crouched in front of the door, holding his hands even with the lock, and wiggled his fingers. Before long, he could pull open the door. A door that never opened from the outside, even when the theater was open.

"How …?" Rogue asked, but didn't know how to continue.

Remy filed the lock picks back into his breast pocket. "It ain't difficult," he told her. "An' t'ing 'bout dis theater, is it ain't got a security system. No cameras, no alarm. Not'in'. Extra lock on da manager's office an' a good safe, but dat's it."

"How do you know how to pick locks?" Rogue asked suspiciously.

Remy shot her a sideways glance, his look skeptical. "Y'know, I'm really surprised wit' my reputation, it's not expected. Stormy's better at it den me, for your information. Faster. You comin' inside, chere?"

Rogue hesitated, but eventually let herself through the open door. Remy shut and relocked it behind them. "I woul'n't be doin' dis if I t'ought it'd get you in trouble, Rogue," he said. "I ain't 'bout backstabbin' an' shit. Da other X-Men, dey might call me sketchy an' shady an' unreliable, but I ain't no liar or coward, comprenez? I scoped dis place out earlier, made sure I could get around wit'out problem. Now, I promise everyt'in' gonna be alright."

"And you ain't a drug dealer," Rogue added. "Ah guess a drug dealer wouldn't know how ta pick locks."

Remy snorted. "I forgot 'bout dat. Yeah, ain't no drug dealer. My drug'a choice? Adrenaline high. Live it large, chere." He nodded forward. "So you decide what ya wanna watch? Romance or action? I should be able t' get either playin' for ya."

Rogue shuffled her feet. The lengths Remy went through for this date, while unorthodox, were sweet in intention. "Ya sure you're up for a romance, Sugah?" she asked.

Remy grinned. "Absolutely. I give you da choice, did I not?" Dis way. With that, he took off in an excited gait down the hallway.