Logan and Rogue were walking through the halls of the mansion, when a young teenaged boy almost ran into them.
"Whoa, Bub, watch where you are going," Logan said to the teen.
"Sorry, Logan," the boy said.
"Where are you goin' in such a hurry, suga'?" Rogue asked.
"My class is having a costume party in the lounge, with Professor Xavier's approval, and proper chaperoning, of course."
"Where's your costume?" Logan asked the youngster, looking him over.
The boy was wearing orange pants, a white button-up shirt, black shoes, and an orange ball cap.
"I'm wearing it," the teen said.
"I dun' get it," Rogue said.
The boy held up one finger in a wait-a-moment gesture, then pulled a pair of read tinted sunglasses out of the shirt's pocket and put them on his face. "I'm dressed like a douche bag!" he exclaimed.
Logan looked the kid over once more. "Looks perfect, Kid. Go have some fun," he told the teen, and watched as the boy ran off once again.
"Weren't those an old pair of Scott's glasses?" Rogue asked, as they continued on their way.
"Yup!" was Logan said, a smirk on his face.