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Rogue drank down her next beer and slumped forward onto her table, not touching her pizza,

“Stop talkin’ ‘bout yahself in third person” Rogue snapped. She rubbed her eyes with one hand, “Sorry no nothin ain’t wrong..” she trailed off. She snatched up his beer and drank it down as well. Why was her throat going so dry suddenly? why was she feeling so hot and flustered and just…so un-rogue like? Rogue sighed slightly, Rogue was acting weird and she couldn’t even explain  it. She could tell Gambit was getting freaked out as well and put his glass back down next to him without a word of thanks or apologies,

Gambit raised his eyebrow, trying to understand the situation. Rogue was acting a little more irritated than usual, as well as irritating. He had watched her chug the second beer down before not realizing what was actually happening. Either he was being lackadaisical today or it just didnt’t register in his mind until now. He noticed the girl sitting in front of him becoming less and less like herself. It was the alcohol no doubt, that was causing her freakish behavior, or so he hoped.

“Rogue, maybe you should calm down on de drinking, oui?” He knew she wouldn’t listen, which made him worry more. He drank the last of his beer, it having absolutely no affect on him. He had drank a lot over the years, stealing from bars and whatnot, and had determined it took quite a lot to get him drunk. He had a feeling the same was not the case for Rogue.

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Rogue scowled at him, and kicked him again under the table,

“Funny, cos ah really don’t like bein’ cahled that” Rogue hissed to him. The only reason it bugged her so much was because she hated pet names, nicknames any thing other then Rogue. Even her real name she hated to be called. She sighed and leant back on her chair, stretching slightly now. She rolled her eyes,

“Oh ‘m scared.” She said sarcastically. She took in a deep breath and was surprised to see their food already exiting the dirty, small looking kitchen. She almost grabbed at the beer, drinking it all down immediately. Rogue was feeling hot, really hot, she could feel Gambit’s eyes on her and she turned to him,

“What” She snarled, nodding to the waiter who looked impassive, “Get me ‘nother” she ordered, biting down on her lip and sighing slightly. Why was she feeling like this?

As the waiter brought out their food, Gambit mouth started watering. He was unbelievably hungry, and with his pizza now placed on the table he immediately began eating. He picked up his pizza, folded it, and ate it taking the occasional sip of his beer. Rogue went off on him, for a reason he was not sure about. He was confused, and began to think he’d never understand this girl.

“I dunno, you tell Gambit. Is dere something wrong?” He had the idea that maybe she thought he was staring at her, she was obviously uncomfortable. He knew however that he was too preoccupied with eating to be staring at the southern belle.  

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Rogue nodded, a smile playing on her lips and stretched while sitting,

“I ‘gree. Music sounds ‘orrible” Rogue agreed with a nod of her head. A scrawny waiter came over, chewing gum and blowing bubbles with it, he didn’t even look at Rogue or Gambit and didn’t bother to ask what they wanted,

“Er. I’ll ‘ave a mushroom and cheese pizza” Rogue said quickly, yawning slightly, she shook her head, “Got ‘nythin’ that’ll help me stay awake?” She asked to deaf ears,

“Beer” was all the man replied with, still not looknig at them. Rogue looked at Gambit then shrugged, 

“Yeah..’kay why not” she said, knowing the man would not even look for ID. As Gambit ordered she turned back to him, kicking him under the table,

“Stop with tha Chere Cajun” Rogue growled at him, rolling her eyes as usual. She nodded her head once curtly as the waiter walked away slowly, “‘nd s’alright” She added starting to tap her fingers on the dirty table in front of them now. Rogue started to notice she was staring at Gambit’s lips. She quickly looked away, pretending to be interested suddenly in a thread coming loose off her shirt.

As the waiter approached, Gambit contemplated on what to get. As Rogue ordered, he perked up upon hearing the word pizza and immediately knew what he was getting. It had been a long time since he had a good slice and was in the mood for one, with how hungry he was.

“Pepperoni pizza and a beer, mon ami.” Gambit ordered, trying to ignore his now throbbing leg, after a kick from Rogue. As the waiter walked away Gambit turned to Rogue, “Thanks for dat. Beginning to think you like it when I call you dat.” He was being sarcastic. Remy couldn’t understand why she hated him calling her chere so much. It was a term of endearment, not an insult. “Watch though. De Cajun might just charge de gloves next time.” 

He was smirking, ready for a comment or even another kick. She was feisty, that much was certain. As she stared at his lips, Gambit pretended not to notice and unbuttoned the second button of his shirt. It was getting warm and he couldn’t wait for his ice cold beer.

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Rogue bit her lip and gave Gambit a sideways look as they continued to walk on now, the crowd that had sorrounded them now dispersing. She wanted to say something to Gambit, she found it slightly strange that she was not angry at Gambit for showing off his powers for the world to see. But Rogue thought that would be more then a bit hypocritical seeing as there had once been a time that Rogue had been so scared of herself and her powers and hadn’t known how to use it she had drawn so much attention to herself, also she figured that Gambit probably got enough crap from others. She cracked her neck to one side then pointed her gloved hand over to a diner just across the street from them now, it looked low key enough. It was also part bar, Rogue smiled to herself slightly, she had good memories in bars.

“How ‘bout that one?” She asked Gambit, not waiting for an answer and already beginning to cross the street, she pulled open the door to the bar and began to pull off her gloves,

“Don’ wanna get ‘em dirty,” she added hastily at Gambit’s slight raised eyebrows. she tucked them into her pocket and pulled off her second shirt layer, it really was hot and Rogue was now sweating slightly, now she was just wearing a thin t-shirt that showed quite a lot of her skin, she felt uncomfortable and vulnerable but she shook off the feeling and made to sit down in one of the booths, as predicted the place was playing some karaoke,sad music from the broken machine, the pool tables were all available except for one and only three men sat at the bar, most of them looknig down or already half drunk, one looked even asleep to Rogue. She rolled her eyes,

“It ain’t much..”

Gambit was a bit surprised that Rogue had picked a bar to get a bite to eat in, but then again she was unpredictable to say the least. As they walked in and seated, he noticed her lack of clothing, figuring she couldn’t stand the heat. Now completely calmed down from his unfortunate accident outside, his stomach growled, and sat in the booth with Rogue. “Hah, no worries, chere. Kinda reminds me of home,” he said amused. “But de music has got to go.” 

As Gambit looked around the bar, noticing the many drunks, finally feeling relaxed, he realized how much he needed some down time. After his Danger Room sessions, and helping the many mutants in the institute with certain things, as well as beating them at poker, he had been worn out. Finally getting away and relaxing, was exactly what he needed. “Thank you, Rogue. For takin’ de Cajun wit you to New York.” 

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Rogue felt relief wash over her as he ran to catch up with her. She nodded her head in agreement about how hot it seemed to be in this city, even at night, Rogue opened her mouth to comment on how she liked Gambit’s shirt but quickly closed her mouth, thinking better of it. Thinking for about a second Rogue slowly took off one of her layers of clothing as well. Now all she was wearing was a t-shirt, her arms were exposed and eep, even some of her cleavage was showing. She defensively crossed her arms over her chest as she thought of that, blushing slightly and casting a sideways look at Gambit. Not like he’d notice even if she walked in front of him naked anyways. Rogue went redder at the thought. Snap out of it she scolded herself, Gambit and you were never going to happen. Rogue swallowed slightly, her palms starting to sweat now. She couldn’t possibly be falling for this cajun, could she? Rogue bit down on her bottom lip and refused to answer herself. 

Rogue cast him another sideways look, he had his eyes closed and looked slightly as if he was in pain, his hands on his jacket, she opened her mouth to ask him what was up when he opened his eyes and yelled out for Rogue to duck, immediately she obeyed him. His jacket exploded in the air and Rogue looked up at Gambit, surprised, opening her mouth to make a snarky comment as usual but stopped when she saw him hang his head ashamedly, she walked over to him, trying to make everything appear normal as passerby’s looked at them confusedly. She bent down close to him,

“Hey…s’alright..’appens all tha time. Trus’ me” she told him softly, she gave him a small smile, “Still ‘ungry?”

Gambit was glad that Rogue didn’t shoot a snarky comment at him, as his jacket exploded. It would only have made him feel worse about the situation. When she tried to console him and make him feel better, he felt grateful but still ashamed. He was not happy about his random loss of control, and knew he had to put an end to it soon. “I’ve been dealing with it for a while. Been meaning to see de Professor…or someone else. Whoever could help.” 

With as slight smile, he answered “Yes, stiill hungry, chere. Where should we go ta eat?” As he waited for an answer, he rubbed his head. He now had a killer headache, which was annoying the hell out of him. Thinking about what had just happened again, he was surprised Rogue didn’t yell at him to be careful about his powers in public. With her lack of control, he figured she didn’t feel like he was in her place to say anything.

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Rogue smiled slightly, “Really? That’s what you’re gohna go with?” She asked him amusedly, she shook her head. She started to notice that Gambit seemed a bit flustered around her now, and hot or something. Rogue almost frowned to herself. She couldn’t quite tell or recognise her feelings towards this cajun yet but whatever those feelings were she needed to stamp them out, or drown them. or all of the above. Rogue almost laughed out loud at the idea of herself and Gambit dating, how exciting that would be- how long would it take them before Rogue would turn Gambit into a corpse? Yes, how fun indeed. she shook her head slightly and let out a long sigh, breathing out her nose this time. She considered for a moment before nodding,

“Yeh, let’s go back, jus’ for now. Grab some dinner or somethin’ and hey, if am in a good mood ah might even call it my treat,” she said sarcastically to him. She found it nice to have some company with her for once though, being a lone warrior or whatever was well…lonely. And as much as Rogue would hate to admit it Gambit was growing on her now slightly, and well, Rogue didn’t really want to end up like Mystique was right now. She nodded once more, to confirm their plans and turned on her heel, starting to walk already, once again not checking to see if Gambit was following or not. But whether Rogue would admit it or not, she was secretly hoping he’d follow her once more.

Gambit couldn’t let the feelings he had for Rogue develop. There was no point in it, none at all. They couldn’t touch, and with how distant Rogue makes herself from him, it’s not like she would ever willingly date him. It was a stupid idea; just wishful thinking. Gambit sighed as he realized the reality of the situation. It would happen that the only one who seemed to understand him even a little, would be the one who is dangerous when touched. 

Gambit, deep in though, almost didn’t notice Rogue walking away. He quickly caught up and followed her. “Well, dis Cajun is getting hungry. And de jacket is bothering de Cajun as well.” Remy removed his trench coat, revealing a button down purple shirt, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and black jeans. The weather seemed to get warmer as they walked and Gambit simply could not keep the jacket on any longer. 

Noticing the street they were coming up to, Remy stopped abruptly and closed his eyes. He remembered this street. It was familiar to him, as the memories of his first encounter with Mr. Sinister came rushing back to him. The alleyway he recalled being in during the time, only a few yards away. He grasped his trench coat tighter, opening his eyes and realizing too late that he had charged the jacket, subconsciously.

“Merde,” he said throwing the coat in the air, and yelling at Rogue to duck, as it exploded above them. Remy sat on the ground, embarrassed, putting his hand over his eyes. He felt like an idiot. Just then he looked around to check if there was anyone who witnessed the display of his mutant powers. 

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“So ain’t yah carin’ that yah got exiled or what’ver?” Rogue asked him, she turned to face him now. She smirked slightly when she saw him glow a light pink shade, she bit her tongue to stop a nasty snarky comment escaping from her mouth. Rogue should place nice. For now. This time it was Rogue’s turn to blush slightly,

“Oh. Tha’s actu’lly kin’a sweet of ya…in yah cajun way” she added, trying to shrug it off as no big deal. But it was, at least to her. He cared enough to put in the effort to make sure Mystique wouldn’t hate him, or her which was in some way…sweet. Rogue shook her head again, pulling on her hair slightly once more, nervous again, but this time not due to seeing Mystique again. 

Rogue caught Gambit staring at her, and to erase the thoughts in her mind she unnecessarily snapped, “What?” She looked away from him, feeling his taken a back gaze on her. She shook her head and let out a long breath,

“Maybe…we oughta jus’…come back later?” she asked, almost to herself in an almost hopeful voice.

“Is better dat way, chere. Gave me an excuse to get out.” It seemed they were taking turns blushing, as the compliments colored both their faces a bright shade of pink. His hands were beginning to get sweaty and somewhat flustered, an unusual feeling for the Cajun. He didn’t know why she affected him to much, this southern belle who could kill with skin contact. A girl he couldn’t touch without the possibility of passing out. It seemed unfortunate that she was the one that made him feel like this. It was dangerous, and he couldn’t let this develop into anything more, at least emotionally. He tried shrugging it off, noticing her sweet words.

“Anything to help, Rogue.” She had caught him staring at her, which made her instinctively snap at him. He felt awkward, having been caught. Normally at this point he would say something charming, or even flirty. This time it was different, he let out a “Sorry,” surprised at himself. He was usually more discreet with things like this, but she was so different. He found himself acting a bit different around her, and all he could do now was worry that it was too late to stop himself from feeling for her. Merde. 

Gambit let out a big sigh, in unison with Rogue’s. He caught her eye, rubbing his arm up and down, fidgeting. Why was he being so idiotic? Remy answered her with “If dats what you want,” pulling himself together, regaining his calmness. “Back to da hotel den?” 

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“Exiled?” Rogue raised her eyebrows, “Ain’t that a term people used like five thous’nd years ‘go?” Rogue caught him brushing a hand through his own hair and smirked slightly. She gave him an enquiring look, “Eitha you’se makin’ fun of me or…ya wannta make a good ‘mpression too. Which makes me wonder why you’d care what she’d think of ya,” Rogue raised her eyebrows at him and smoothed down her hair once more. She blushed slightly at his compliment and her hands immediately dropped to her hands.

Rogue had never had a boyfriend. Rogue would never GET a boyfriend- it was as simple as that. Guys wanted something physical, which Rogue could not give, obviously, without sucking the life out of them. It was part of why Rogue was so independent. Or so she liked to think. Rogue mentally hit herself, why the hell was she thinking about boyfriends right now? Rogue cast a half worried glance at Gambit, hoping to god he wouldn’t be able to magically tell what was making her so flustered all of a sudden, “Jus’ nervous” She squeaked out, wanting to hit herself again. Rogue took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Calm the hell down, she scolded herself.

“Wouldn’t know. Didn’t live back den, did I?” Remy was sure he could have used a word besides exiled but there really wasn’t one he could think of. At least one that sounded modern. He wasn’t officially banned from the place. It was complicated, and he hardly felt like explaining. 

Slightly embarrassed, caught gussying himself up, Gambit’s face turned a slight pink color. “Just figured dat you wouldn’t want to bring some…some….Swamp Rat into your mothers house. It’s best Gambit looks the best he can, non?” He wanted to make a good impression, not necessarily for himself, but for Rogue. He knew how much she was stressing over this, and didn’t want anything to screw this up for her. This was one thing she genuinely seemed to really care about, and he was sure messing it up would lead to some consequences.

Rogue looked a bit flustered, trying to play it off like she was nervous, but it was different from the stress she was under because of Mystique. Although he could tell it was different, there was no way he could tell what exactly it was. After all, he wasn’t a telepath like the Professor, not that he wanted to be one. He wasn’t very fond of most telepaths. He had his reasons for being wary of them, even though his mutation allows him to block most of the telepathic abilities from affecting him.

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Rogue gave him a half surprised look and shrugged, “Ah didn’t even know you was a thief…’splains alot though i guess..” Rogue nodded up ahead where a towering apartment complex stood over them, “This is tha place.” Rogue took in a deep breath and instantly straightened, she ran her fingers through her hair numerous times frantically. She could tell she looked slightly even more crazy to Gambit right now as she stood there, fussing over her hair all of a sudden and just standing there, gawking like an idiot. “So erm…howdja escape all that then?” She asked, distracted still as she looked down at her clothes and started picking off seemingly nothing from her clothes.

“I…Well, I kinda got exiled from da place. Guess dey don’t like me too much.” After his duel with his ex-wife’s brother, he wasn’t all that liked in New Orleans, at least by the Assassins Guild. After all, he did marry Belladonna to unite both the guilds. That turned out….just horrible, ending in his exile. One good thing came out of it, and that was the ending of a more or less forced marriage. It wasn’t exactly his idea of love, and he was glad he got out of it.

He smiled as he watched Rogue worrying about her appearance, picking nonexistent things off her clothes, and fixing her hair. He figured he’d be nervous reconnecting with someone after a while, even if it was a “parent.”

Gambit took a look at the apartment complex, as he enjoyed the nice weather outside. Half mimicking Rogue, and half wanting to make a good impression, Remy ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his trench coat. “Rogue,” he said shaking his head as she still tried to make herself look presentable in her eyes. “I know you is nervous about seeing Mystique, but you look nice. Dere ain’t nothin’ that you need ta fix. Relax, mon ami.

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