Okay so I remember reading a really awesome story by someone in the LoK fandom years ago where they did plots revolved around 'That One Night' and this drew a lot of inspiration from that idea-but evofied, obviously.

Prompt changed because I don't want it limited to just nights but the original idea and X-Men Evolution itself are not mine.

That One Time

He Refused to Take a Flyer

Kitty sighed-she'd been at the fair for hours and for the last half hour had been left to man the desk and, surprisingly, talking up the club she'd joined last year to people who were clearly not that interested but stopped by anyway was exhausting. Like, actually exhausting. Kitty wanted nothing more than to retreat back to her dorm and curl up under her warm blankets and marathon some Friends. But, instead, because she was and gunning for a position in this club, she was here until she got rid of all the information flyers. Super.

Another group came up and Kitty launched into her prepared and, by now, well-rehearsed spiel about what a great volunteer opportunity this was, how they did a lot of great work that really contributed and made a difference and, of course, how it looked great on the resumé. Somewhere in the conversation it was revealed that this year the Sciences were starting a new thing where every student had to volunteer or intern somewhere in a field they weren't in - 'to make them more well-rounded' - for a few hours a week. Plus this had the added benefit of getting them 'involved in the community' or something. Riiight. So that's why there were so many people crowding around the non for profit stalls. It was nowhere near the same level of crowded as the sports stalls, mind you, but it was crowded. For them, anyway.

She was so beat that Kitty wouldn't have remembered the two stragglers that approached after the herd of science students left if not for one of them being the biggest jerk ever. Except she didn't quite know it at the time. So there she was doing a fantastic job of talking up the club and recruiting members despite the overwhelming urge to pass out when, as the crowd of science students left, two cute guys approached the booth. They looked to be arguing under their breath and were as different as different could be.

One of them was pretty normal and looked every bit the average college guy (okay, the college guy who liked to get in fights) with his beat up jeans and shirt that probably needed washing, like, two days ago. The only real objectionable thing about him was the mullet. It added to the rock n' roll grunge vibe a bit...but mullets deserved to be left behind in the '80s. Or, y'know, whatever time they're from. But he approached the booth with a smile which was more than could be said for almost everybody else so already he got a few points in her book.

The guy right next to him, who was about a head shorter but still attractive with the sleek build of a runner or a swimmer, however, seemed to feel a need to compensate for his friend's friendliness with grouchiness. had his arms crossed, a frown of disdain peeled across his lips and he looked about five seconds away from rolling his eyes before even getting to the table. That should've been red flag number one.

But she, in her blind, naïveté, ignored it.

(Or maybe she just didn't notice-but Kitty liked to think she did and was just being charitable.)

Instead, Kitty plastered on a smile, dredging up the last of her bubbly personality to go through the talk one more time. About midway through, the blond - if his hair could be qualified as that, it was so light it practically white - finally did let his eyes roll - she knew he was going to - cutting in with a bored, 'Can you hurry it up, we don't have all day.' Close eyes, deep breath and begin again.

"Okay so we have, like, a taster session next Thursday where you can officially sign up and pay the fee n' all that. It's all on the flyer," she said, holding one out to each of them. Her last flyers. Her two tickets to freedom. The nice guy took his like every normal person did while the other guy shrugged and gave a cavalier 'No thanks.'

"You can just take it, you don't have to go."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Then why are you here?"

"Lance here has to sign up for something-geology."

So he was counted among the horde of 'I need this to pass' too? Great. At least he looked a little sheepish about it.

"Okay, well, can you just take the flyer. I'm supposed to pass all of these out before I can go and I really wanna get outta here." What? Subtlety was never her strong point.

"Iin that case-" Pulling the flyer from her hands, he went to the nearby trashcan and deposited the flyer there, coming back before she even had a chance to register what was going on. Did he just-?

When she finally regained herself from the surprise of the action, she managed, "Why would you do that?"

Both guys just blinked at her like she'd sprouted another head or something before the instigator finally spoke. "Hey, I just helped you."

"No. I'm supposed to be recruiting new members, not wasting my time and their money. They didn't make those to just throw away, y'know." Okay so she really didn't care that much about one flyer...but something about this guy irritated the hell out of her.

"Hey, you wanted out so I got you out. You could try to be grateful."

Kitty couldn't quite put her finger on it...but the guy radiated smug somehow, no matter what he did. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, like he had all the time in the world. Or maybe her nerves were just fried after the fair. She knew she should've let the other guy pull him away like he was discreetly trying to do but, instead, like a dog with a bone, she kept at it. "Why wouldn't you just take it? It's not like it's a big thing to just take the stupid flyer. Maybe somebody else you know would've been interested."

The deadpan look he gave her told her nobody he knew would want to join. "I guarantee most of the ones you passed out today are gonna end up in the same place." There it was again, the smugness.

"That's not true!" Okay, maybe a little bit so she, crossing her arms, amended, "You don't know that."

"Actually I do. If you need me to prove it to ya, why don't see how many people show up on Thursday."

Kitty grit her teeth because, again, he was probably right. "And almost everybody that does show up is only doing it to pass."

"Some people actually wanna help. Make a difference."

"By saving the seals?"

"Not just the seals, you moron," she shot back, belatedly realising that it was probably not a good idea to be calling him, the guy who, to everyone not in the conversation, looked like prospective recruit, a moron. So she ploughed on, sure to leave her other names for him out of her tirade. "And if you'd let me finish earlier, you'd know that's not the only thing we do."

"Like I said-thanks but no thanks."

"You're such a jerk."

"Because you've been Miss Congeniality."

A strong hand rested on the blond's shoulder causing him to look up and the heat from their argument to die down a little. Flushing slightly, Kitty could see some students passing by the stall, giving her and the two guys weird looks, discussing in hushed conversations what was going on while trying to avoid the booth and the shitstorm. And there went any chance for her to get any good positions this year. Great. Maybe she'd get stuck as treasurer again because she was 'so good at numbers'.

The guy scowled up but got the hint and with a final whatever, was off, leaving Kitty in a worse mood than when he'd first come up, if that were even possible.

At least she'd never have to talk to that jerk again.

(Famous last words, right?)

Annnnd there it is. Random idea. Random prompt. Handled poorly as usual. XD Maybe I'll get better at writing? Who knows-not I.

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