Who: Remy and Rogue When: Just past one AM Where: Rogue's bedroom What: A phone call. Log, and then more posting! <3
Rogue was fast asleep. Her body was completely relaxed, one of her limbs hanging over the edge of the bed. It'd been a long day, and she'd gone to bed relatively early, so she was deep into a dream...
The building was completely familiar to her; a home she'd never been to in the real world, but had visited in her dreams thousands of times. There were dozens of rooms off of a wooden hallway that seemed to stretch for miles in any direction. And no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't seem to find what she was looking for. Whatever it was that was buzzing. Something important. The buzz, buzz, buzz that meant she was needed. She was--
Reality came crashing in. Rogue stirred, lifted her head, and glanced at the bedside table. Her phone was lighting up and vibrating on the table. She reached for it and flipped it open before checking the name and number of the person calling. Her voice came through groggily, as she'd just been wrenched from the middle of an intense chase dream. She left her eyes closed as she brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
Remy wasn't expecting that voice on the phone.
He hadn't meant to call Rogue. No. Just a half hour before, he had been talking to Regan over the journals. He'd finally done it. He'd won the bet. He'd gotten to one hundred points, and now he had looming in his future something Regan had always denied him. He didn't know just why it was so important to him that he needed to sleep with Regan - probably simply because she had never given in to him. She'd given him so much, and always stopped short. It annoyed him. Bothered him. But then they'd started their game, and he secured that as a prize.
Time to collect.
He'd told her he needed time to get ready. He threw on some good casual clothes, a tight t-shirt and his best jeans. He left his trench coat on his bed. He had, however, been out to the garage. He'd gotten rid of his alcohol in an attempt to smooth things over with many others - and because he was so sick of getting so sick - but he hadn't been able to always stay away. So he got it from other places. Regan, Terry, Logan when the man wasn't looking. He'd gone for that tonight, stealing three beers. He'd gotten some whiskey from Terry, had a few shots with her, then gone back to his room to drink the beers. Jono was out still, probably with Angelo or Jay. He didn't know, just knew he had to get out of there before he came back. And before Scott came around looking for him.
He wasn't trashed. Not as bad as he'd gotten in weeks past. But definitely had his inhibitions lowered, his guard weakened. He was a bit more than a little drunk, but not too far gone. He left one of the beers under his bed, then stood and stretched. He glanced to the clock. It was late enough. He'd let her wait a little for once. She usually got to play that game. He took out his newly replaced cell phone, scrolling through his contacts. The screen was small, blurred with his not-so-sober vision. He thought he stopped on Regan.
Apparently he didn't.
A familiar Southern voice came through the phone. He stopped in his tracks, in the middle of the hall in the boys' dorm. "...Roguie?" he said after a moment, surprise evident in his voice.
The sound of the Cajun on the other end of the fone did wonders to wake up the nearly-sleeping Southern Belle. She frowned a little, letting out a soft sigh into the phone as she lifted her head from the pillow for the first time. The clock on her bedside table told her that this was not a normal time to call. Was he hurt? Was he in trouble? Why was he calling her?
"Remy?" She asked, sounding incredibly sleepy. "What's wrong?" She whispered, pulling herself up to a sitting position. She didn't want to wake Tabby with her voice, so she kept it very low.
How was he supposed to answer that? Remy stumbled to the side of the hall, leaning up against a wall. He didn't respond for a few moments, holding the phone with both hands, as if Rogue would slip away if he didn't cling to the line of communication between them. Ugh, his head was spinning. What had happened? He was supposed to call Regan. He was supposed to sleep with Regan. His second hand moved, pressing against his forehead as he closed his eyes.
"I... I dunno, cherie. I..." He paused, frowning as his mind raced. "I need ya, Roguie." What was he saying? "I miss ya. So much."
Rogue paused for a moment, having put two and two together. The heavy breath, the slur in his voice, the late night phone call... Remy was drunk. It wasn't the first time he'd been drunk oh-so-obviously... but it was the first time he'd called her so drunk. And the pleading in his voice was impossible to ignore. At the Prom, Rogue had considered giving him a chance at friendship again, like Jean had mentioned to her. But things hadn't worked out, and she'd been left to stew in her thoughts and feelings ever since.
And the truth was... Rogue missed him as much as he seemed to miss her. "...oh, Remy," she said softly, glancing over to her roommate's bed. Why did this have to happen while Tabby was sleeping? "We really need ta talk about this in person. Where are ya?"
Rogue... didn't push him away? Tell him to get lost? Jump off a bridge? Remy dropped the hand on his forehead to his side, staring at the floor. She'd meet him? Talk to him? But he had promised Regan... And he knew how much control he lost drunk...
But who the hell was he to pass up this opportunity? If they could finally talk, no matter which way it ended, it would be one less thing hanging over his head. He took a deep breath, hand closing tighter around the phone. "Hallway. Boys' dorm. I can... I can be anywhere. S'past curfew, but... Can we really talk, Rogue?"
"We can really talk." Rogue responded, giving a little nod. She glanced over when she heard her roommate's breathing change, and a little frown crossed her features. "Ah've got somethin' ta tell you." She said. Her mind was made up. Being away from him hurt too much. And she had to know if they could work things out now everything had changed. She had to know if he really loved her as much as he said he did. She had to know.
"Meet me on the back porch in ten minutes. The swinging bench. Bring hot chocolate."
Remy almost couldn't believe the words. He was curious about what she could show him, but the prospect of talking to Rogue over hot chocolate, maybe hashing a few things out, he couldn't linger on what he did or didn't understand. He gave a faint smile to no one at all. "Ten minutes. I'll be dere." He paused, both hands on the phone. "Merci, Roguie," he said quietly.
He hung up the phone and bolted down to the kitchen - as fast as he could while stumbling down the stairs. Hot chocolate, coming up. He rushed to put everything together, and finished too early, only five minutes after hanging up and thus five minutes before he had to meet her. He still grabbed the two mugs and made his way to the back porch, carefully and slowly, settling down on the bench and balancing the mugs on his lap, a hand on each.
It only took Rogue about five minutes to get dressed in absolute silence. If Tabby woke, she wasn't sure what she'd tell the other girl. But either Tabby was a deep sleeper or really good at pretending to be asleep when Rogue got up in the middle of the night to sneak out. Not that she did it all that often... but... When she did, Tabby was good at not drawing attention to it.
Rogue was downstairs on the porch, wearing some sweats and a hoodie. Her shoes were untied, even, as she stepped out onto the porch to meet him. She turned, and the bench came into view. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Remy there, and in the instant her eyes settled on him, she had a fleeting moment of panic. Like she should high-tail it back into the building. But the moment was just a moment. It was gone as soon as it'd shown up.
"Remy?"
Remy looked up quickly when he heard his name. He quickly moved the mugs aside, standing and placing them on a small table beside the swing. He stared quietly at her for a few moments. His vision swam a little, but he ignored it as he focused on her, this girl who had managed to turn his life upside down. He stood by the swing, didn't move forward to meet her, as if doing so would startle her away.
"R-Rogue..." He hadn't found his usual smile yet, looking a little awkward standing there. He had learned to not look drunk, hide it, but his shoulders slumped a bit, revealing his unguarded nature. "Ya came... I... wasn't sure ya would."