Rogue was downstairs watching a few of the boys play video games. She didn't know why or how she managed to get there. Suddenly she remembered. It had been just her in the living room, reading in silence. (With the exception of Logan eating something in the other room. Probably something that had once been cute and fluffy. But he didn't bother her. He was more of a loner than she was.) She closed her book and headed upstairs. She couldn't believe that she had wasted the last half hour or so listening to a bunch of teenage boys scream over a stupid racing game.
She headed towards her and Kitty's room, expecting to just crash. She opened the door and saw Kitty "innocently" reading a magazine, but the look on her face let Rogue know that she wasn't really interested in the magazine. She wanted to "talk".
Rogue groaned, and walked in, closing the door behind her. There was no way she was getting out of this one...and she knew it.
Kitty quickly closed her magazine and sat straight up. She looked at Rogue, knowing her eyes were probably dancing, dying to know everything. "Alright, sit," Kitty commanded. "Tell me everything. What's his name? How'd he get your attention? I mean, he did make the first contact, right? You're, like, not really one to do that, ya know, with your power and everything. Plus there's, like, the whole mutant factor. Anyway, what'd he say? What'd you say? Did you dance at all? I need to know everything!" Kitty smiled, excited. "And plus, this could totally, like, be your payback for listening to me ramble on about Lance all those times."
Not *my* idea of payback, Rogue thought, glad that Kitty wasn't the psychic one.
"Well, uh.." she wasn't used to gossiping much (mostly cause she wasn't ever the one with something good to gossip about. "I don't really know what to say. I didn't get to talk to him that long. And, no...we didn't dance. But he did buy me a soda..."
Rogue knew she was being vague, and Kitty would pry enough to get Rogue to tell all sooner or later... she just wasn't sure if she really wanted to seem too into this guy...especially cause chances were she'd never see him again.
"Sorry...I just don't know where to start." Rogue said, knowing that Kitty wouldn't be satisfied with her first response. "I guess all I can say iis that he's more of a gentleman than anyone else I've met around here..."
"Okay, well, I guess that's, like, a start," Kitty said slowly. "Well, how'd you guys get to talking? What did he say? Or how about, what's his name? I know there's, like, more to this story than that. Tell me everything! Just start from the beginning, and don't leave anything out."
"Remy. His name's Remy LeBeau." said Rogue. Well, at least that *is* a start. "He bought me a soda, and we started talking. We didn't get to talk for very long, though...mostly about general stuff. Nothing particularly important or of too much substance or anything..."
Rogue looked back on the conversation. There was no doubt in her mind that they clicked on some level, but their conversation was basically just mindless flirtation--not *too* much in depth...
"He had the strangest, most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen."
"Now we're getting somewhere!" Kitty looked at Rogue, giving her her undivided attention. "So tell me about this Remy's eyes. What, like, was strange about them?"
Rogue blushed a little.
"I don't know...they were red on black...kinda surreal. Like something outta a painting." Rogue said, trying to hide the smile that slowly appearing on her face. "...and call me crazy, but I'm not even sure they were contacts."
"Whoa, freaky." Kitty tried to picture what red and black eyes would look like. She couldn't. "You said they weren't contacts? Or you don't, like, think they were? Well, then how would they look that way? I mean, people aren't just, like, born with eyes like that, except for maybe--" Kitty stopped. Her own eyes widened. "Do you think he's a mutant?"
"I--I don't know." Rogue answered, trying to recall anything that could give her a hint as to whether or not this new guy she met could possibly be a mutant. Nothing. Although maybe that explains why he seemed so mysterious...
"I just don't know." Rogue repeated. "Even so, it's not like one of those things that people go around telling everybody...you know?"
Wish I could find out, Rogue thought, absent-mindedly twirling her hair. She cringed, realizing what she was doing.
"Oh, totally," Kitty agreed. "I mean, we don't, like, just go out in the open and tell people we're mutants. We'd probably all be, like, burned at the stake or something, you know?" Kitty giggled. "My habits rubbing off on you, or is this left over from absorbing me?"
"Hm?" Rogue said, becoming aware of her hair twirling. Her hair was now a swirl of brown and white.
"Hey, I guess so." she said, surprisingly not as sarcasticly bitter as usual. "Personally, I don't see why we have anything to hide..."
Rogue (almost defiantly) took off her gloves and kicked off her boots, to get more comfortable in her bed.