| Part 5 ******************** Go to Part 6 ******************** Well I play an old guitar from nine 'till half past one I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watching everybody else havin' fun Well I don't miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor Mercy look what just walked through that door Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E Tell me what in the world You doin' A-L-O-N-E Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E Almost every chin in the bar hit the floor when a young woman, scantily clad enough to make Lady Godiva blush, walked in. Her long brown hair tumbled around her shoulders with ivory streaks falling in front of her face. Her big brown eyes were dark and made it clear that she was there for more than a drink and idle conversation. I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids She told me not to stare cause it was impolite She did the best she could to try to raise me right Cause mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-U Bet your mama musta been another good lookin' honey too Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E From across the bar, Wolverine's nose wrinkled as he took in a familiar scent. He looked up and did a double take as he recognized the woman who had just walked in. "Marie?!" he exclaimed in surprise as he stood up, causing the woman who was sitting in his lap to fall to the ground. She got up and dusted herself off with a "humph!" going off to find someone else to flirt with. Logan made a beeline to Rogue, pushing anybody who stood in front of him out of his way. He grabbed Rogue by the arm. "What the hell are ya doin' here, Marie?" he growled. Rogue met his eye defiantly. "What does it matter to you?" She narrowed her gaze. "And the name's Rogue." "Fine. What the hell are ya doin' here, Rogue." "I came to see you, Logan," she purred. Wolverine frowned. "Why?" "So I can give you a message. Don't even bother coming back to the mansion. Just stay up here with your seedy bars and skanky bar hoes." She gestured to the woman who had fallen off Logan's lap. "If you act like a chickenshit and run off just 'cause somethin' gets you spooked a little then you don't need to be there in the first place. And you definitely don't need to be around me." "Marie . . .Rogue . . .I didn't leave 'cause I couldn't handle what you said the other night. I just needed to clear my head." "Don't give me that, Logan. All you've been doin' since the moment we met is runnin', and here you are, runnin' again." "I've never run from anything in my life, Kid." "You run from everything, Wolverine. Or at least everything that matters." Logan looked down. "Where are my dogtags?" Rogue glared at him. "You told me to take care of them. You never said I had to wear them." Logan glared back. "Get outta here, Marie. This ain't no place for someone like you." Marie gave him a devilish smile. "I don't know, Logan, I think this place suits me just fine. Reminds me of where we first met. It's even got a cage." "That's why I'm here, Kid. T'fight. Action starts in fifteen minutes and I want you outta here." Marie crossed her arms. "I don't think so. I'll think I'll stay right here." "Look, I don't know what kinda game you're tryin' to play, but it ain't cute. You said you had somethin' to say to me and you said it. Now get out." "Funny, I don't remember you havin' the authority to tell me where I can and can't go." "I promised I'd protect you." "I don't need you're fucking protection anymore, Wolverine." Rogue sauntered over to the bar and ordered a beer, making sure to hang over the edge enough to give the bartender a good view of her cleavage. Wolverine stood behind her and watched, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. Rogue sat down on a barstool, spun around to face Logan, took a swig of her beer, then winked. Wolverine narrowed his eyes in response then stalked over towards the cage. He could tell it was going to be a long night . . . Well a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky tonkin' baby The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be May be the beginning of a world war three Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U I bet your mama musta been another good lookin' mama too Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E I said hey I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E * * * Wolverine delivered a punch and his opponent staggered backwards. He paced around the cage some, all the while watching Rogue from the corner of his eye. She was flirting with some guy Logan knew he could tear apart without even blinking. The guy put his hand on Rogue's leg, and she moved in closer, lowering her eyelashes seductively. Wolverine was contemplating just how many ways he could disembowel Rogue's new little "friend," when a sharp punch to the jaw brought him back to reality. Wolverine whipped around, snarling, as the other man went down, clutching his now broken hand. Wolverine kicked his opponent as he went down, and the man fell to the floor, coughing up a little blood. Wolverine growled as he cracked his neck, knowing that fight was over. He looked back to see that Rogue was now in that guy's lap. Wolverine grinned ferally. He still wasn't sure what game she was playing, but he decided he was willing to be one of the players . . . |