"So Ah've got nothing left tah say tah you!" The tempestuous brunette whirled on her heels – which could have ended in a nasty accident, Logan surmised, and stormed out of the room in an exit worthy of Scarlett O'Hara. Damn. And he'd wanted to know where Jubilee had got to as well. It had been ages since he'd seen the little mall rat.
He sighed and was about to pick up his duffel bag and go to his room when he heard a whisper-quiet rustle from the doorway. He turned. Ororo stood there, one cloud colored eyebrow raised high. Logan had tried to get that expression before and had never been able to achieve it. He put it down to the fact than a man could only do one thing at a time, and therefore, the effort of raising one eyebrow, when keeping the other one down was just – well, too much effort really. "What?"
The smooth shoulders lifted in an imperceptible shrug, and an enigmatic little Mona Lisa smile played around her lips. Logan drew his lips back in his version of a smile – a version which would be at home on a Jack-o'-lantern, as he brushed past her, ramming her shoulder with his. He heard her quiet exhaled sigh as he stomped noisily up the stairs and grinned.
The route up to his room was reminiscent of a quiet Grand Central station – if such a thing existed.. The first person he was encountered was Cyke, carrying a stack of books that was piled up to his chin.
"Cyke." He bit out the word and it wasn't effusively filled with good will.
"Logan!" Scott's voice was surprised and Logan felt uneasy, as he always did gazing into the mirrored glasses where he thought Cyke's eyes were. "What are you doing back?" His voice had settled into a neutral, barely on this side of civil tone.
"Thought I'd come and shake up things round here. You don' mind do ya?" All said in a way that he didn't give a flying fuck if Scott cared or not.
"Mind? Of course not. I'd be giving you a big bear hug if I didn't have these books in my arms." Scott replied in a saccharine tone. He shot Logan a tight little grin, and Logan replied in like, his lips shifting into a feral, predatory smile as the smell of roses and white musk curled around him like the most enticing of aromas. He looked up and encountered the green eyed gaze of the beautiful telepath. "Jeannie." He said in a low, deliberately husky voice. He saw the flush creep slowly up her cheeks like someone delicately painting them with colour, and saw a different flush altogether suddenly suffuse Scott's face. He turned, brushed past her, making sure to deliberately brush her arm with his bare hand as he passed, and didn't miss the low, almost…why, manly growl that Scott gave. Both his eyebrows quirked in surprise at that, and he almost missed the smell of cigarette smoke, mingling with some expensive, shit-smelling cologne. He looked up at the stairwell, and encountered a steady red on black gaze. Biting down a curse, he strode up to the tall, lanky man. "Gotta problem, bub?"
"Non. Remy jus' watchin' de Wolverine make his grand entrance." The perfect lips curled into something, a mix between a sneer and a smirk. A combination that served to inflame Logan.
"What kinda stupid fuck speaks about himself in the third person, Gumbo?"
"I be Remy le Beau, chere. I heard so much about de famous Wolv-"
"That's enough, Remy." Ororo's voice carried clearly to the two faced in a stand off on the stairs. Remy smiled slowly at Logan, never taking his eyes off him.
"Sorry, chere. Jus' makin' de Wolverine m'amie."
Logan leant close to the tall Cajun. "I aint your friend, Gumbo. People like me don' associate with the likes of –"
"Logan, I take it you and Remy have been getting acquainted?" Ororo said in a bemused voice, climbing the stairs towards them. "Who the fuck is this Swamp Rat?" Logan bit out.
"Remy has come to us from New Orleans, Logan. He goes by the name of Gambit. He has the power to charge inanimate objects, and-"
"I be de master poker player."
"And yer so fuckin' modest too." Logan brushed past the both of them, all he was wanting to do was lie down, sleep, preferably not wake up if everyone was going to bitch like hell at him.
He heard Ororo say to Remy, "he's a little hot-tempered, Wolverine. Just stay out of his way for a bit, Remy, let him get used to you." She touched his arm in a comforting gesture, and Logan stifled a snort. Like that swamp rat needed 'Ro's sympathy.
"No problem 'dere Stormy, as long as he stays out of my way, evry'ting will be fine." The Cajun grinned down at Ororo, and clasping her hand, led her down the stairs, dipping her once in an effusive gesture to land her on the ground.
Logan watched all this with narrowed eyes, and the growing feeling that he and the Cajun upstart were not going to get along at all.