Ok, hey everyone. I wrote this one day during a
writer's block for my sequel to my Marrow story. Anyways, as always the x-men aren't
mine (big surprise). Hope you enjoy this :-D, RO AND LO FOREVER!!!
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"You're going where?!" Jean
practically shrieked.
"A restaurant, downtown. I've heard
that they have exceptional karaoke nights. I thought it might be fun."
Jean stared at her best friend in
disbelief.
Ororo slipped two golden hoop
earrings through each of her ears, turned to her friend, and smiled, "Goddess Jean, don't look so surprised,
aren't I allowed to live a little?"
"No, I mean, yes. I mean, of course
you are! But this…this just isn't like you."
Ororo laughed, "Perhaps not, but
once and awhile, it does a person some good to do something out of the
ordinary." She opened her closet doors, in search for the perfect pair of
strappy black high heels to match her skin-hugging, short black dress, "Now
where did I put those shoes…"
"Ro, people at these kind of
restaurants aren't like the people at the classy ones you go to. They're…" Jean
hesitated, thinking of the right word, "raunchy!"
"Ah, now I remember I left the
shoes downstairs."
Jean angrily sighed, "Are you even
listening to me?"
Ororo stopped, midway down the
stairs, "Jean, I appreciate your concern, but I think I am capable of handling
myself, besides, this place isn't your customary karaoke place, its supposed to
be somewhat…refined, hence this dress." Jean still looked unsure, "Trust me." She
flashed Jean a reassuring smile, and continued down the stairs. As she was
passing the Rec. Room, she saw Logan watching one of his football games,
"Logan, have you seen a shoe box anywhere? I just cannot seem to find it."
He nodded, and pointed to the corner
of the room, still intent on watching the game.
"Oh, of course." She a man laughed
to herself, and knelt down to pick up the box. Once she had her hands on it,
she stood in front of Logan's TV, "Tell me Logan, yourself being, how do I
look?"
As Logan brought his beer can down
from his mouth, he saw Ro standing there in a dress that if it had been any
shorter, he would have guessed she was going to a strip club. His jaw dropped.
She giggled at his reaction, "You
like it then?"
Logan shook his head, escaping from the spell Ororo's body had put
on him. He took one more look at the dress, then exploded, "RO, WHAT THE HELL
ARE YOU WEARING?! OR SHOULD I SAY AREN'T WEARING!" He stood up, "YOU'RE GOING
OUT IN PUBLIC LIKE THAT?"
"As a
matter of fact, I am." She stated plainly.
"WHERE?"
Logan demanded.
Ororo
rolled his eyes at his childish behavior. Maybe she was a little dressed less,
but she was perfectly able to handle herself, "Karaoking."
"OVER MY
DEAD BODY YOU WILL!"
"Really
Logan, you're being immature." She softly pushed him out of her way. Jokingly
she looked at him and curled her lips downward in a mocking frown, and cooed,
"Would you feel better if you came with?" She laughed quietly.
"DAMN
STRAIGHT I WOULD!"
Ororo was
taken aback by his response. She meant what she said as a joke, but took
advantage of his answer, "That's splendid!"
Logan
quickly realized what he had agreed to, and tried to back out of it, but it was
too late, "No, Ro, wait, I didn't mean that I…"
Ororo
interrupted him, "Go get dressed! Logan, this is going to be so much fun!" She
clapped her hands excitedly and pushed him upstairs.
Logan
looked at her once more. She looked stunning. Her silvery hair framed her face,
and rested softly on her sleek, smooth shoulders. And her lips, they looked so
luscious; the crimson lipstick gave her full lips a shine. He would have to be
out of his damn mind to refuse to go out with a woman that looked as amazing as
Ro did. He sighed, giving into her beauty, and walked upstairs.
"Better you
go with her, than some asshole at that place getting their grimy hands on her."
He told himself. Logan looked down at what he was wearing, plaid shirt and
jeans. He pulled off the shirt over his head, and quickly grabbed a black
semi-stylish button up shirt. He put on a pair of casually formal khakis and
ran his fingers through his hair before leaving his room.
"Logan!"
He looked
behind him, discovering Jean running toward him, "What is it Red?"
She smiled
as she held up a silver tie, "Ororo told me your were going with her," She
tossed the tie around his neck and began tying it, "Thought this might look
nice." She smiled.
After she
was done, he held it in his calloused hands, "Kinda flashy, ain't it?"
"It looks
fine," she began walking away, "Besides, Scott liked it." She turned around and
winked at him.
He growled
under his breath and looked at the tie once more and shouted quietly to Jean,
"You better've washed this thing."
Logan heard
her laugh echo through the halls as he was walking down the stairs. He still
wasn't sure about this whole thing, but then again Ro seemed so excited…
"You do know that's my tie,
don't you?" Scott told Logan cynically from behind.
Logan
rolled his eyes and quickly spun around, "Can it one-eye. I'm takin' Ro out tonight,
got it? And just so you know, this tie," he picked it up in his hand, "Was
Red's idea, not mine."
"You're
taking Ororo out?" Scott folded his arms, "Since when does she go out with
insensitive jerks like you?" He folded his arms.
Logan
smiled mockingly, "Glad you approve, now if you'll excuse me, my Lady's
waiting." He shoved his way past Scott, and met Ororo around the corner.
"Logan! You
look…" she couldn't help but beaming. Was he always this…good-looking? "You
look wonderful!" To say the least, she told herself.
He held out
his arm, "So what karaoke joint are we goin' to dressed like…this?"
She slipped
her arm through his, "It's more like a restaurant with karaoke nights." She
laughed a little, "It just opened, I heard about it from one of my friends."
Logan
nodded.
As they
were walking out to the garage, Ro looked at Logan, "So my lady, huh?"
Logan let
out a puff of air that seemed like a half laugh, "You heard that? Sorry…"
"I never
said you had to apologize." She winked at him, her blue eyes reflecting the
shining moonlight.
