Job Interview | RP for dontdotricks

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[Follows directly after THIS | psylocked referred to with permission]Logan smirked as he tucked himself back into his jeans and exited Elizabeth Braddock's bedroom. It was risky being seen outside her room, but his senses were on alert for any footsteps, or voices. He sniffed the air to double check before continuing down the hall towards his own room. He'd

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[dontdotricks]

"And risk springing you balls-deep in some faceless tart, homme?" Remy shook his head, smirking as he pushed off the wall near Logan's room. "I might be soft now, but I don't wish vivid memories to keep me that way. So, whose bed were you warming? A lot of rooms to choose from here..." He sniggered as he fanned a deck of cards in his hand. Logan just never changed, no matter how many years passed.

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Logan frowned. "What vivid memories?" For some reason his mind jumped to Rogue, and he didn't like the idea of her being on the Cajun's mind. "I ain't keepin' anyone's bed warm, bub. So how about ya stick ya dick in someone else's business. Why're ya even here?"

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"Vivid memories," Remy confirmed, the cards flicking softly between his fingers. "Of you fucking something with took much lipstick against the wall of your room," he elaborated.

His fingers paused and closed around the deck of cards as he tilted his head. "Why are you here?" he threw back.

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Logan grunted. Truth is, Remy's memory was better than his in that department. He pretty much forgot him as soon as his dick was free. Hard to forget someone at the school, though. "Lucky you," Logan responded as he opened his door and left it open for Remy to follow.

"I just love wearin' all that leather," Logan responded with a smirk. "Makes me feel sexy."

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"Do you really want me to comment on what leather does to me, mon ami? Because I will. Starting with just how his sits on a lady, right here," Remy tapped the middle of chest, "between their breasts..."

Images of Rogue in her uniform flashed into Remy's mind and he wet his lips. "I'm here for the leather, too." Though in the sense he was probably wasn't what Logan wanted to here at all. "Aren't you even going to offer me a drink for old times sake?"

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Logan turned to study Remy, nostrils flaring as he picked up a change in his scent. Again, it made him wonder if the Cajun was thinking of Rogue. He suddenly remembered what it was like when Rogue first met the red-eyed mutant, and Logan frowned.

"No, ya can keep that comment to ya own damn self, LeBeau. I ain't here to talk about ya havin' a hard on, 'specially where women in leather are concerned." Logan arched an eyebrow and jerked his head in the direction of a chair. "Sure, why not? Let's sit down and reminisce about the 'good old days'. I think my own personal favourite memory is the day I put ya Cajun ass through a window."

All in the name of protecting him, of course. Better the kid had gone through a window, then had Sabretooth's claws puncturing him.

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"You really love me, homme," Remy said with a smirk and dropped down into the chair. He picked up a book from a nearby table and flicked through it, not really looking at what was in it, but more needing something to occupy his hands. "You miss me because no one can hold your strong shit liquor quite like I can. I can't see you offering a round of shots to Ice Cock."

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"That's because he's a fuckin' lightweight. Kid pissed his pants when Stryker invaded. He was never gonna be good enough for Rogue. Glad she's short of him," Logan admitted as he pulled out his whiskey from its hiding place behind the dresser. "And it ain't shit. It's perfectly good whiskey. I don't see you ever providin' the liquor."

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This both amused Remy and pissed him off all that same time. He never did understand what Rogue saw in the cockhead who called making ice cubes a 'power'. Yeah, real scary shit that. "How long's she been short of him? Who's she seeing now?" he asked calmly and tossed the book back onto the table so he could lean forward in the chair. "You just have to ask, mon ami. I just don't think I've got anything to your taste."

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Logan sat on the edge of his bed and poured a glass for Remy, and one for himself. It was true that the only reason he had two glasses was because of the Cajun. And the rare occasion Logan shared a drink with Rogue. Mostly he spent his time trying to make sure she wasn't completely like him. "Since after Alcatraz. Didn't last long once both of 'em realised no matter how okay she was with her skin it didn't change a damn thing. She ain't seein' anyone so far as I know. Don't think anyone will go near her after the, ah, accidental beatin' I gave Drake," Logan sniggered. "That's assumin' ya stay. I'm still waitin' for ya to confirm it, or not."

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Remy's lips twisted into an indulgement smirk at Logan's news. "Merde, what I would've given to be a fly on the wall for that. Was it satisfying?" he asked, maybe a little too keenly. He snorted and shook his head as he reached for the glass. "Like his dick was ever going to satisfy her anyway, whether he could get it close enough to her or not."

He sipped the whiskey, savouring the strong bite of it on his tongue. When he looked back to Logan, his expression was more serious. "Is there any reason for me to stay?" he asked. If anything he could trust from Logan, it was the truth. "I'm not here to make paper mache rockets and wipe snotty noses."

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"Pretty damn satisfyin', yeah. Rogue wasn't too happy at first, but later she smiled about it." Logan leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he considered the whiskey in his glass. "Far as I know she ain't ever let him near her like that. Not that I wanna spend a lot of my time considerin' Rogue and sex. Pretty sure she's... ya know."

"Think I am?" Logan asked with an amused look. "'Ro can take care of all that shit. I'm here for the rest of it. FoH are makin' a lot of noise again, not to mention Magneto startin' to try and take over the government again. He ain't doin' it as publicly as Alcatraz, but all the signs are there." Logan straightened up and took a sip of his drink. "If ya waitin' for me to ask ya to stay, I won't. I'm just gonna tell ya that if ya do, I won't say no to the help."

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Rogue was a virgin? If Remy was surprised, he didn't show it outwardly. Something akin to relief swept through him, but relief for Rogue. She deserved better than some quick fuck by a bastard who feared her very touch. As far as Remy was concerned, it wasn't something to be feared. To fear it was to lack trust for the girl herself, and Remy harboured no negativity towards her. Quite the opposite, in fact. He didn't comment on the notion. It had been enough to get Logan to say that much. No sense pushing the wrong buttons and have Logan want to claw his balls off in the blink of an eye. As much as they rubbed each other the wrong way, Remy respected Logan... maybe even liked him.

"Not waiting for anything," Remy replied and swirled the liquor in his glass. "Maybe that's the problem. Maybe that's why I'm back here. But if you need an extra pair of hands that can actually work to take the bastards down, you've got them."

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Logan wasn't going to pretend to know what was running through Remy's head as the man sat there quietly. He just worked on his whiskey, and tried not to think too hard on Betsy's thighs, or breasts. Last thing he wanted was to get aroused in front of the Cajun. Guy might take it the wrong way. Instead, he made a mental note to try and catch Psylocke later.

"Good. Wouldn't want to think ya just gonna come back here and rest on those laurels." Logan looked at him from over the top of his glass. "Ya hurt her, and I ain't gonna be playin' nice and throwin' ya through any windows next time." He'd been shooting for a veiled threat, but he couldn't be bothered. Sometimes he just needed to be straight.

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"Hurt who?" Remy asked calmly, though his eyes were on the amber liquor in the glass. He had come back for her, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. The encounter on the stairs had stirred all those old attractions and arousals. She really hadn't changed much, and even if she had, he doubted anything inside him would've been different. He smirked to himself as he put the glass to his lips for another sip. "So, who is here now? Who is all on the team? Anyone I'm going to have to worry about pissing on my chair to mark their territory now that I'm back?"

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"Never took ya for stupid, LeBeau. Childish sometimes, but not stupid. I think know who I'm talkin' about." Logan rolled his shoulders and finished his whiskey in one swallow before she set the glass aside. "Me, Rogue, 'Ro when she ain't playin' at bein' headmaster, the Worthington kid, Hank, Betsy, Ice Pain, and Kitty. And Kurt when he's not off bein'... Kurt."