Last Night's Nobody
No body thought of the repercussions when Bobby Drake, the residential Snow Machine, volunteered to get more drinks from the walk-in freezer. And no body took notice of his exceedingly long absence. When the morning arrived, and the hung over mutants nursed their headaches, no body recalled why Iceman wasn't passed out, arms wrapped around his favorite porcelain throne with his head resting at an odd angle atop the seat.
Jimmy just happened to be last night's no body as the party's activities resurfaced to his mind. He remembered thinking a plastered Bobby getting drinks was a bad idea but he was too busy suckling the pretty pale flesh of the No-Longer-Untouchable to say anything to anybody.
He snorted at the memory. It only took Rogue four double shots of Pete's home-land vodka, or as the metal giant preferred 'Russia's water', for her to realize what exactly having Jimmy around meant. He could practically see the light bulb click on above her head and he watched with an amused smile as she knocked back the rest of her beer before approaching him. What did Jimmy care if Bobby was going to end up turning himself into an ice cube in the freezer closet? He had the most beautiful girl in the mansion practically purring in his ear in that seductive southern accent of hers.
So when Rogue went about the mansion and whispers followed at her heels, no body knew what was going on. After all, no body could have given her all those hickeys and lived to tell about it. No body could have possibly kissed her so many times and with so much force that her lips remained slightly reddened and swollen for the majority of the day to follow. Even after showering and reapplying her make up, the evidence of actions no body left on her was still visible. No body knew the reason why Rogue could no longer look at a strand of pearls or a bunch of cherries without readjusting herself. And no body knew Rogue had gone out to the local "24hr adult store" to acquire a few playthings for the next time. No body knew when the next time would be, when Rogue would be running her nails down the back of no body and murmuring no body's name as he rubbed the bottoms of her feet. No body would hear Rogue hitch her breath when a finger trailed across the base of her neck.
And lucky for Jimmy, he just happened to be Last Night's Nobody.