Logan's singing was audible throughour the entire house.
'I got Jeans too tight!'
Scott groaned. He leaned against the window, looked outside with a pair of glasses covering his face. His hair was messy, he had not shaved his face for a couple of days. His clothes were old, a bit chubby. In his hand he held a glass of Rum, half empty.
He had not joined the party. He had not laughed and did not sing with the others. He had other things on his mind - more important stuff than a kid's party!
It was all the more disturbing when a slightly drunk Logan entered his room, swinging his hips in the rhythm of the music.
'Now you dance tooooo!'
'No I won't.'
'Ah come on! You grumpy ol' man! Don't play hide and seek here in the gloomy room!"
'I am enjoying the silence here, you know? I want to be alone. So fuck off Logan!'
'Ah Scotty!'
The muscular Mutant laughed. He walked near to Scott, put a hand next to his head against the cold wall and grinned, nearly pinning him between himself and the glass.
'Come on or I'm gonna do stuff you won't like.'
Another snort followed.
'You always do stuff I don't like, Logan!'
'Yeah but this time I will do it on purpose.'
'Che...!'
He glared at him and for a moment something red was visible behind the dark glasses covering his eyes. He opened his mouth, but was silenced by the other's lips tightly pressed onto his.
Logan laughed and threw the microphone into the air.
'See? I told ya!'
'FUCK OFF YOU ASSHOLE!'
Scott shouted this and threw his glass after the other Mutant, who just walked down the hall with a loud and audible laugh.
'Ya know Scott? Your lips are softer than I had thought.'
'SHUT UP LOGAN!'