One Wild Night Out
Hey folks! L1701E here, bringing you a brand new fic starring the West Coast Misfits! This fic stars West Coast members Velocity, Chilljaw, and Rictor. Basically, the three boys end up having one crazy night.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to me, Marvel Comics, Hasbro, and Red Witch. Here's your quote: "Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son." - Dean Wormer, Animal House
Chapter 1: Ask Her Out Already!
Malibu Mall Food Court
The Food Court of the Malibu Mall was having an average day of business. But sitting at one table were three teenage boys who were more than average. One of the boys was a sleek-bodied African-American, his hair in cornrows. He was clad in an old Larry Bird Celtics jersey, a gold chain, jean shorts, and black sneakers, and he was eating nachos. His name was Terrell Mason, a native of Compton, California. A mutant, Terrell was blessed with superhuman speed and the power to mentally command wind, hence his codename of Velocity.
"Man, these nachos are good!" Terrell whooped to a young Hispanic kid, with long brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, with blue jeans and cowboy boots. He also had on a sleeveless black leather leather jacket that was lined with studs, studded wristbands and biker gloves. He preferred to go by the name of Rictor. Born in Mexico, the Hispanic mutant had the mutant ability to generate low-frequency sonic waves, which he could use to fire one mean punch, or create small earthquakes.
"If you say so, man." Rictor nodded, his voice spiced by a Hispanic accent. He munched down on a couple hot dogs. "Personally, I prefer a hot dog myself." He noticed the third boy was acting strangely. The third boy had gray skin, and was an obvious mutant. A fin popped out of his upper back, and his upper lip and nose formed a muzzle like a shark's nose. He had long black hair held back by a blue bandanna, and he had yellow eyes. He was clad in a white shirt with an open blue button-down shirt over it and blue jeans. His name was Thomas Sharpe, a mutant Australian boy with shark-like characteristics, super strength, the ability to breathe underwater, and the ability to spit supercooled water. For that, he was codenamed Chilljaw. Together, the three mutants were members of the West Coast Misfits, Malibu's premiere superteam. "Do you find this weird?"
"What?" Terrell blinked.
"Well, there's a huge pile of burgers in front of Tommy, and he hasn't eaten them." Rictor chuckled. "I think it's a sign of the apocalypse or something." Terrell looked at Tommy. The shark-boy was staring at a pretty blonde girl with red streaks in her hair sitting at a nearby table, having some fries. Terrell noticed.
"I think it's pretty obvious what ol' Fishface is staring at, Ric." Terrell chuckled. "It's that hot blonde over there."
"Tommy's into girls?" Rictor blinked. "I thought he was staring at her fries." Tommy continued staring at the girl. She looked up at the shark-boy, smiled and waved.
"God, Tommy…" Terrell shook his head. "Will you freakin' talk to her already?" Tommy sighed and turned to Terrell.
"That's easy for you to say, mate." Tommy sighed. "You fancy yourself a bloody Casanova. I don't feel…comfortable around girls, guys."
"That's understandable." Rictor shrugged.
"It's just…you know, girls go for these guys with big muscles and money and…"
"Looks?" Terrell added. Tommy sighed.
"Yeah. Looks." Tommy ate a burger. "I'm no Brad Pitt, you know."
"Nobody is Brad Pitt but him, pal." Rictor said. "God put him on Earth to torture us regular men, Tommy. I hate him."
"Every straight man on Earth wants to punch him in the mouth." Terrell agreed.
"When I was a kid, I would be teased for how I looked." Tommy sighed. "Girls would say things like I smell bad and such, and that my mom slept with a great white and all that. So you guys can imagine that I don't have some great experiences with girls."
"Screw them, man." Rictor said.
"I never imagined you to be such a worrier, Tommy." Terrell chuckled. "Just relax, man. Besides, I think she likes you. Trust me on this, brother Thomas. I can read women."
"Oh yeah, you know exactly what they're going to think before they think it. That would explain why you're so successful with the female population." Rictor said sarcastically with the roll of the eyes. Tommy laughed as Terrell shot the Mexican sonic generator a deadpan look.
"How many girlfriends have you ever had, Rictor?" Terrell groaned.
"Several more than you ever had, amigo: None." Rictor quipped with a grin. Tommy laughed harder.
"He got you there, Velocity. He really got you there, man."
"Look amigo, just go up to her and say hi." Rictor smiled. "And hurry before the girls come back and decide to make us carry the shopping." At the thought of the girls forcing him to carry shopping, Tommy raced off like a shot.
Like heck if I'm going to carry around the girls' shopping! The Australian thought. Rictor blinked.
"Wow." The Hispanic mutant said. "That got him going." Tommy walked up to the girl's table and the girl smiled.
"Hello." She said.
"Hello." Tommy smiled back. "Uhm, may I…"
"Sure." The girl replied. "I've seen you on TV. Chilljaw, right?"
"Yeah, but me friends call me Tommy." Tommy grinned.
"My name's Courtney." The girl grinned. Terrell and Rictor watched the two talk.
"Hey dude, can you use your wind powers to allow us to hear them, man?" Rictor whispered.
"You mean like carry their voices?" Terrell blinked. "I could, but they may notice a breeze." Terrell whispered back. "They seem to be hitting it off."
"Hi, guys." A familiar feminine voice said. Terrell and Rictor turned and saw two familiar girls. The first had long blond hair, styled like Farrah Fawcett, dressed in a white top with the word "Starlet" on it in blue, blue jeans, and silver bracelets around her wrists. Her name was Alison Blaire, a mutant singer with the ability to convert sound into light, hence her codename/performing name of Dazzler. The second had short red hair in two ponytails, clad in a green sweater with holes at the shoulders and blue jeans. She was a Scottish girl named Rahne Sinclair, a former X-Man codenamed Wolfsbane with the mutant power of lycanthropy. The two girls were carrying bags and bags of shopping.
"We're ready to go home now." The girls grinned. Terrell and Rictor groaned.
Well, well, well! Looks like a new story full of insanity is about to begin! What insanity will happen next? What's up with Tommy? What're he and Courtney talking about? Will Terrell and Rictor be able to con their way out of carrying the girls' shopping home? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!