Sunday morning after

Sunday Morning After (Amanda Marshall 'Everybody's got a story')

I woke up with a killer hangover

Hope it was worth all this pain

(I'd do it all over again)

By the time the party was over

Tequila was my claim to fame

(I couldn't remember my name)

I was dancing with Jake when

I last saw my keys

That was my first mistake

'Cause, what happened to me?

I look down at my arm, baby

And something's lookin' back at me

And I cannot believe it

Oh my God!—I woke up with a snake tattoo

Oh my God!—and I think that my tongue's pierced, too

Oh my God!-- Oh my God!

It's the Sunday morning after

And baby, who the hell are you?

I remember yelling, "Hey, DJ!"

"Jack the volume, I love this song!"

(And then it all gets hazy)

And my clothes are selling on e-bay

And I don't know what I'm gonna put on

(Where were my friends to save me?)

I blacked out I came to

And it's all such a blur

Had a blast, I assume

But I'm really not sure

Exactly where am I now, baby?

Wake up and tell me your name

'Cause this is insane

Oh my God!—I woke up with a snake tattoo

Oh my God!—and I think that my tongue's pierced, too

Oh my God!-- Oh my God!

It's the Sunday morning after

And baby, who the hell are you?

Oh my God!—I woke up with a snake tattoo

Oh my God!—and I think that my tongue's pierced, too

Oh my God!-- Oh my God!

It's the Sunday morning after

And baby, who the hell are you?

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

My alter ego took over and took me on a fantasy ride

You can take me anywhere twice

But the second time will be to apologize

Oh my God!—I woke up with a snake tattoo

Oh my God!—and I think that my tongue's pierced, too

Oh my God!-- Oh my God!

It's the Sunday morning after

And baby, who the hell are you?

Oh my God!—I woke up with a snake tattoo

Oh my God!—and I think that my tongue's pierced, too

Oh my God!-- Oh my God!

It's the Sunday morning after

And baby, who the hell are you?

Where am I...?, What am I...?, Who am I...?, How am I...?,..How did I...?... Where am I...?, What am I...?, Who am I...?, How am I...?,..How did I...?... 

Author's note: This fic is a jumble of many different ideas, some inspired by fics I've read or opinions from other people,

                          and some fabulous ideas and concepts from a role playing game that I participate in regularly .

                                                                                               ~Enjoy!~

                                                                                         ~1LiLRoGuE/KaTe~

Dedications: To my sista, annie ^-^, who is SO addicted, to my friend Lilly who inspires some of the crazy things in this story, and to my loyal fans who are always willing to accept new ideas from me T.T  *tears*

Disclaimer:  I can't believe we keep coming back to this, Marvel!

                     I already * told * you that you own absolutely everything!

                     Yes! All hail marvel! The all-powerful god of the comics!

Song disclaimer: The rockin' song Sunday Morning After belongs to the great Amanda Marshall!

Other disclaimers:  Despite what I'd like to believe, I neither own Dairy Queen nor Burger King, which are both mentioned with their slogans in the story. I DON'T OWN THEM!!! ^-^

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"Ah can't BELIEVE it!"

The frustrated scream rung throughout the large mansion, echoing off its many walls and throughout its plentiful corridors.

"Ah go an trust yah with mah heart AGAIN an THIS is mah reward?!"

The tinkling sound of something delicate being shattered filled the air.

"Take it easy, cher. Remy did not mean…"

The french accentuated voice dropped to a whisper.

"Ah accident? Ah ACCIDENT?!"

The sound of something heavy being thrown across the room was followed by a loud thud.

"Y' call that an ACCIDENT?! So yah're telling meh, if ah was t' go an lay someone else whaile we weah still togethah , y' would call that an accident too?"

The male voice paused.

"Well, no, cher. Remy be very angry if Rogue betray him like dat."

The southern voice dropped to a whisper.

"Then whaih did you betray meh, Remy?"

Remy lowered his head.

"It be different…"

Rogue clenched her fists.

"No, it's not diffahrent, shugah. Ah'm going t' go shopping, an when ah get back ah want t' faind yah an yah're stuff gone, please."

The Cajun man nodded sadly.

"If de cher wish," He mumbled as the southern mutant swept out of the room.

"Bastard," Rogue murmured to herself.

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Logan's heart beat heavily in his chest as he recognized the look in the redhead's green eyes.

"Don't say it," He said, his throat dry.

Jean bit her lip.

"I have to, Logan. I can't go on like this."

She paused.

"Logan…I need some time to mourn for Scott. I'm not ready for a relationship yet."

Wolverine lowered his head.

"Please try to understand…it isn't you."

Logan sighed.

"It has to be," He said in a low tone.

Jean put a hand to his face.

"It wasn't," She whispered.

"I just need some time to cope, Logan. I * loved * Scott. If I hadn't loved him first…"

Logan nodded.

"I guess I understand," He said, rubbing his neck.

"It don't make it hurt less, though."

Jean smiled sympathetically and gave him a hug.

"You're a good man, Logan. Any woman would be lucky to have you."

Logan frowned and pulled away.

"Take care o' yerself," He said with sincerity.

Jean nodded.

"You too," She said as she turned away.

Logan looked at the ground with an empty feeling.

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Rogue opened the door to her room slowly.

"Y' bettah be gone, Remy LeBeau…" She said warningly as she easily hefted her load of shopping bags onto her other shoulder.

Hearing no reply, she pushed her door open completely and surveyed the deserted room with a hint of satisfaction.

"Ah don't need him anymoah," She said with a proud smile as she threw her load of purchases onto the empty green-covered bedspread.

She turned as she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" She yelled.

Rogue smiled as she saw her African American friend called Ororo Munroe (But better known as Ro).

"I just heard the news…" Ro said, standing with folded hands in the doorway.

"I am very sorry that it did not work out, child."

Rogue shrugged and slipped a new garment onto one of her many now-empty hangers.

"It don't mattah, 'Ro," She said nonchalantly.

"Ah don't need that swamp rat no moah. He was ah no good liah an a cheat."

Ro nodded sadly.

"Still, I give you all my sympathy for the years that went to waste. I know how horrible it is to have your hopes and dreams crushed, child."

Rogue sighed.

"Yah're raight, 'Ro, but that's th' onlahy dahned thang ah miss about him."

Ro smiled at the display of toughness from the Southern mutant known as Rogue.

"I am glad to hear that, child. I believe you will be just fine on your own."

Ro sighed and closed the door gently behind her as she left.

"On mah own," Rogue whispered.

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Rogue decided to take a walk, hoping that the fresh air would clear her mind.

With the policy on mutants so strict these days, she had been forbidden to use her stolen powers of flight except on team missions.

Ah wish ah could flaih, Rogue thought regretfully as she exited the mansion.

She looked up at the sky with a yearning expression.

"Hey darlin'! Watch where yer goin'!"

Rogue looked down with a start to see her semi feral teammate, Logan, sitting on the edge of the steps beside where she stood.

"Y' nearly took a lil trip there," He commented with a grin.

Rogue's cheeks flamed.

"Ah can navigate mahself, thank yah," She said coolly.

Logan shrugged and swung his head back to take a sip of his beer.

"Didn't look like it."

Rogue clenched her fists.

"Heard what happened t'day, darlin'. I sympathize."

Rogue looked away.

"Getting' dumped is th dumps."

Rogue shook a fist in his face.

"Ah did NOT get dumped!" She yelled angrily.

"AH dumped HIM."

Logan chuckled.

"Same shit, diff'rent pile," He said with a grin.

He drained the can in his hand before throwing it behind him.

Rogue sat down and watched him as he pulled another beer from the cooler beside him and cracked it open with a vicious snarl.

"What's up with yah?" She asked as he took a long gulp.

"Y' on a drink-NY-draihy spree ouh somethang?"

Logan took a while to answer.

"Got dumped."

Rogue raised her eyebrows.

"Y' did?" She asked incredulously.

Logan nodded and proceeded to suck the can dry.

"What happened?"

Logan shook his head angrily.

"I lost. T' a mere fuckin' memory o' one eye! That prick beats me even when he's dead!"

Rogue giggled.

"What's so funny?" Logan growled, crunching the empty can in his hand and hurling it straight ahead.

"Nothing," Rogue said.

"S just th' way y' said it."

Logan reached into the cooler again.

"Want one?" He asked, pausing.

"Sure," Rogue said with a shrug.

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An hour later, Rogue finished her umpteenth beer.

"Is it just meh, ouh is th' ground swaying?"

Logan grinned and shoved her away.

"S jus' you."

Rogue giggled hysterically.

"Ah see two ahv yah!" She shrieked, falling over.

Logan swayed and popped a set of claws.

"Where?" He asked unsteadily.

"F…uckin'…ass…hole…wait….till I…get my…pointy…long…sharp…whatcha m'call em…"

Rogue raised her head.

"Yah…dick… shugah?" She asked in a high-pitched tone.

Logan shook his head and nearly lost his balance.

"Naw…th'…other…long…sharp…things…"

Rogue giggled again.

"Ah saw…Remy's…dick…once," She said, grabbing onto the semi feral mutant's shoulders for support.

Logan toppled over with the added weight, grinning stupidly.

"Mines…bigger…"

Rogue cackled and made to slap his arm, missing by about three feet.

"That's…cause…yah ahwl… dick…shugah!"

She wrapped her arms around herself as she giggled insanely.

"Whoah…there…stay still…all o' yeh…" Logan said in a drunken tone, holding out his hands to steady the wildly careening southern belle.

"Who…ahre…you…t' say?" Rogue asked, grabbing his arm.

Logan swayed and pulled her on top of him.

"Don't…make…me get…nasty…"

Rogue molded herself to his front.

"Ouh…what…? Yah'll…get out…yah dick…which is biggah…than Remy's…?"

Logan grinned and grabbed her collar.

"Least…I got…th' balls…t' treat…y' …right…"

Rogue giggled even harder.

"Y'…sound…laike…dairy queen!" She squealed between spasms.

Logan pulled her head down to his.

"Be my…Burger…king…then…" He said with a grin.

"I'll…treat...cha…right…an…we'll…do it…my way…"

Rogue shrieked with laughter.

"We'ah…doing it?" She asked when she caught her breath.

Logan smirked and reached up to her mouth with his lips.

"Naw…" He said between kisses.

"Jus'…shaggin'…"

They were soon too occupied with each other's bodies to converse.

"So…am ah…gonna see…that dick…ahv yah'res…which is…biggah…than Remy's?"

Logan grinned and got unsteadily to his feet.

"Yeah…" He said, pulling her up by her arm.

"Let's…get…a…room…first…"

Weaving drunkenly, he started off to the garage.

"Wait…shugah!" Rogue called, her feet leaving the ground as she used her powers of flight.

"Whaih…draive…when we can…flaih?"

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