3Recap- Just then Logan got a smell of another.
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"Gumbo…" Logan said trying to warn his fellow teammate, but was to late. Logan turned around to find Remy and a girl behind him with curly brown hair and a knife on Remy's throat.
Story-
"Well 'ello mate," she said in a slight Irish accent removing the knife from Remy's throat and pushing him away.
The girl was about 5'10" with curly brown hair that went down to her elbows. Her eyes were emerald green with a hint of laughter and misfit to them. Her ears were pierced two times in each ear and she had an upper piercing in her left ear. She had a long white sleeve shirt on with a black Strokes tee shirt over and over that a Nuptse Vest (from north face. It's this big vest), a black flap hap (this hat with two long cords that come down it for your hat to stay better on. Also from north face) on, and black glove mitts (these gloves that the finger tips can come of. Theses are a knit pair). For pants, she had jeans that were ripped at the knees, and for shoes black Chuck Taylor all star low. She also wore a unique dream catcher around her neck like a chocker with a black suede string through it and a vestel warlock brown/silver watch (a pretty thick watch).
"Amelia, right?" asked Logan sliding his claws back in.
"Yea that's me mate and who are you? I can't just call you the Canadian and the Cajun you broke into me flat. Now can I?" she said with a smirk on her face, knowing she had caught them in the act of doing something, but not knowing what.
"This isn't what you think ma chere," said Remy (my dear).
"I'm not your dear, Cajun. Trust me. Now tell me what the bloody hell you're doin' here and I won't kill ya'."
"My names Logan and that's Remy. We're the X-men and we're…" said Logan who was promptly cut off by Amelia.
"Oh no, you've got to be fuckin' with me mate. Tell Charles he can screw himself before I join some bloody team 'cause he's got pity on me. Tell him that, ok mates you do that," Amelia said bluntly, the misfit and laughter gone. She was dead serious.
"Remy think that, that is impossible ma chere. You see the old homme is in a wheelchair. C'est a no can do." He said smiling at her.
"Well me point exactly. He can't do it. So tha' mean I won't join," she said smiling back at him the laughter and misfit back.
"Well you can at least listen to us. I mean Chuck sent us here immediately," stated Logan.
"Yea, the mate did so he could catch me before me bartending. What a bastard," she said, "If you want me to listen to ya, you'll have to go with me ta work."
"Where is it?" asked Logan.
"It's the Irish pub down two blocks," she said walking out of the room, "You can walk with me with ya want to."
"Remy could use a drink mon ami," Remy stated to Logan.
"Fine, we'll talk to you there and walk with ya," Logan said.
Amelia grabbed some keys on the counter and walked to the door, opened it, and said, "Ya coming?" The two walked out and Amelia locked the door.
"Ya know ma chere. Any thief could break into that apartment?"
"I know, but it's not like I have anything really important and everyone on this block knows not to mess with me. Trust me if I didn't think you were Charles lackeys you would have been dead."
"Remy is not a lackey," Remy stated pouting.
"Sure ya aren't. You, Logan, and the rest of them," she said reaching the stairs. They continued this argument all the way down the stairs and out onto the streets before Logan said, "Will you too just stop. You're giving me a headache." After a few moments of silence they were in front of the Pub.
"O'Halerian's Irish Pub," Remy read from the sign, "Let Remy guess. This is the homme that owns the place right now."
"Yea it is," she said and walked into the fairly large pub fallowed by Remy then Logan.
"I've got to see me boss," Amelia said walking over to walked a man bent over a table with a bunch of papers in front of him, probably bills.
"Why 'ello Mel. Suddenly decided to join us ey," he said with a strong accent.
"I got off work late and then I ran into some mates I knew. There over there."
While she chatted a little, Remy and Logan looked around from the place they stood. The place was painted dark green and had picture on the wall of Irish things. The pub had booths for sitting in on the left side and a long bar with two tvs on the back wall (In total there was 5 TVs randomly placed around the pub including the two on bar wall). There were also several pool tables on the right side. A standard bar, thought Remy and Logan. There were two other people at the bar at the time, red heads and some more people in the back.
After a few more minutes of talking with her boss, she came back to them.
"In a few minutes as on schedule a butch of men will come in here. How do I now? Cause the blokes always come in her at 5 o'clock and drink there pitiful sorrows alway until 11 o' clock where they all stumble home. You two will act like good mates, drink, ask me your questions, try to convince me, you'll help me clean up, and then I will go home and I hope I won't see you again. Got it, cause I sure do," She said.
"Perfectly," Remy said.
How was that?