Chapter 3
Sliding a drink across to her as she set herself down at the bar again; Jean-Luc asked, “Where’d ya’ get to angel? After that show earlier, ya’ got people lining up to buy ya’ a drink.” He joked.
“Sorry, needed some fresh air. Ah’m afraid ah ain’t sticking around; well, not for as long as Ah’d hoped.”
“How long ya’ here for then?” Asked Jean-Luc; concerned.
“Just the night.”
“How come? I thought you were looking forward to the break?”
“Ah was, but a jobs come up and the money is just too good to turn down.”
“Do I even wanna know?”
“Probably not, ‘ask me no questions and Ah’ll tell you no lies’. But, Ah was wonderin’ if Ah could stay at your place tonight.”
“Of course, it’s still your home Rogue.”
“Yeah, but Ah remember mah manners. Ah am a southern lady after all.” Rogue joked; finishing her drink.
“Ya still got the key?”
“Yeah, ah’m gonna head over now, see ya later sugah.”
Making her way out of the bar to a chorus of “Come back soon” and “It was good to see you again”, Rogue headed over to Jean-Luc’s down the street; a beautiful old Victorian style house and the headquarters of all Thieves Guild activities.
Walking though the iron gates that adorned the place, Rogue let herself in.
She took both envelopes out of her jacket and discarded the article of clothing on a chair.
Switching on lights in the kitchen, Rogue got a beer out of the fridge; setting the envelopes down on the island next to it.
She carefully counted her money then pulled up a stool to go over the files she’d been given.
Spilling then onto the island, Rogue skimmed for anything of importance.
~ Claws, enhanced senses, ‘The X-Men’, New York- yadda, yadda, yadda,- blew up a facility in Ohio, cage fighter- definitely an opportunity to scope out his strengths, weakness and styles- yadda, yadda,- Canadian- like Ah care… where’s the photo? Where is it? Where is it?! Ha got it! ~
Rogue nearly choked on a mouthful of beer.
~Fucking Hell, he’s sex on legs! Could probably could give a nun carnal thoughts, but Ah can’t very well fuck a target now can Ah? No. Ah need a shower… better make it a cold one.~
Placing all the information back into the envelope, Rogue cleared up the small mess she’d made and put her empty beer bottle in the trash.
Taking the backstairs, she came upon her old room; it was exactly as she’d left it.
Rogue placed the envelopes on her bedside table and drew herself a bath.
Stripping her clothes, she noticed for the first time that night, the whiskey and blood stains that decorated them; they were promptly thrown in the hamper.
Slipping into the inviting water, Rogue savored the feeling; enjoyed how the heat relaxed her tense muscles and how the vanilla scent revived her senses.
She remembered the days when water was the only thing that could touch her bare skin; before she learned to master it with a simple switch… on, off.
Rogue stepped out of the tub, removing two towels from a rack; one for her body and one for her hair.
She opened a window to the let the night air in; reveling in the way if swirled about her.
Entering the main room again, Rogue noticed that items had “magically” appeared on her bed; smiling, she wrapped her dangerous curves in the finest of silk robes that money could buy.
She took the towel from her hair and ran a brush through it a few times; deciding against blow drying.
Rogue counted her money once more, ($50,000 in all) before picking up the phone and booking an early morning flight to New York.
Hanging up, she closed the window and slipped out of her robe before climbing into bed.
~Might look up an old friend.~
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Author's Chapter Notes:
And again thanks go to plainlayz for the beta