Romy - Born to Dance

My entry for the contest over at !
It was to draw them in a dynamic pose.. I don't know if this is dynamic enough But I'll give it a try ^^
Drawing with tablet is not so easy as it seems -.- My 3rd picture with tablet ^^ So full of mistakes -.-
They were supposed to look a bit of what they look in X-Men Evolution.. but I even fail at that -.-

Reference from the poster of Step Up 3(D)
Background image (c) rioholidays.com
Anna Marie/Rogue and Remy LeBeau/Gambit (c) Marvel

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Here you go the full promt #2 Let's Have Some Fun, This Beat is Sick!

The beat of the music pumped through the auditorium walls like an angry fist, all of the students around them twirling, spinning, and gyrating to the pulsating sound as if possessed by the music.

Rogue, on the other hand, leaned against the wall and nursed her fruit punch.

Remy had been watching her for the better part of the evening as she’d excused her way out of would-be dance partners and shooed away her friends who tried to pry her away from the gravitational pull of the wall.

It was just getting too sad to watch anymore.

So he excused himself away from Tabitha and Amara and made his way over to the sullen woman.

“S’a shame.” He slipped next to her, two cups of punch in hand. “Poor little wallflower. All dressed up and nowhere to go.”

Rogue regarded him with a sneer. “Don’t believe I asked for your opinion, swamp rat.”

“Just wonderin’ why you’d put yourself into such a flattering,” his eyes scaled her figure in the crimson gown, clinging to her like a second skin. “Glamorous dress if all you were going to do was be a voyeur. Perhaps you came to see my legendary dance skills, non?” he offered the punch to her, but she kept her arms crossed.

“Am I *that* transparent?” she cooed sarcastically, thickening her Southern accent. “Why, all mah life all Ah ever wanted was t’find a man as handsome and talented as you, Remy, t’sweep me off my feet and dance me into happily ever after!”

“Why I can do more than just *dance* you into happily ever after, mon chere.” He responded, his tone as slick as the swamp mud from which he hailed.

“Shove off,” she growled. “I’m sure your little fangirls over there are going to shrivel up and die without your company.”

“Too bad.” He set her drink down on a table. “I really only came here to dance with you.”

She scoffed. “I don’t dance.”

“Curious. You *do* know that’s the purpose of this function, right? S’why they call it a “dance”.” He made air quotes around the last word.

“I’m here as a chaperon!” she smacked his shoulder. “Now would you kindly scamper along?”

“Tch, chaperon?. “Isn’t that *they’re* job?” he gestured toward Logan, Ororo, Dr. McCoy and Scott Summers, all of whom were standing around in the corner.

Rogue made a noncommittal noise and crossed her arms once again. “Your point is?”

Remy made a show of looking exasperated and annoyed with her, placing his arms akimbo.

“I want you,” he gestured to her “to dance with me.” And then pointed to himself, raising his eyebrows as if to ask her if that was clear enough.

Rogue looked around at the other party-goers. They were all too caught up in dancing with each other to care about anyone else or what they were doing.
Except for Bobby…who was caught trying to sneak in some of Logan’s secret booze stash into the punch bowl.

She tucked her hair behind her ear in thought.
Remy didn’t, look half bad in his monkey suit, she mused, though he had long since removed his jacket and tie.
Quite dashing, really.

He quirked a brow, waiting for her answer.