A/N: This was posted before but got pulled down so… repost! Sadly, I own nothing. *Sniffles*
Gambit peered out into the hallway, the sounds of Wolverine snoring from the den echoing off the walls. "He's out."
"All right, I'm off then." Rogue rose unsteadily into the air, stifling giggles as she flew out the door.
Wolverine woke up with growl, he sniffed the air around him. "Jack Daniels.... and... What the hell is that?" His eyes focused on something pink dangling just in his line of vision. "AHHHHHHHHH!"
"I tink he woke up." Gambit gasped, covering his mouth to keep from laughing.
"I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEBODY!"
"Yeah, he's awake." Rogue said, grabbing Gambit round the waist and flying out the window. "We'd better find a place to hide while he rants and raves."
Rogue landed on a balcony just over the kitchen, they quickly dropped to their knees so they could lean over and look into the window below.
Wolverine stomped into the kitchen, claws out, his eyes narrowed intently.
Gambit began giggling uncontrollably at the sight of Wolverine's oddly bushy hair now pulled into pigtails, held by fluffy pink bows.
Wolverine tilted his nose up. "Those sons o bitches..." He hissed, catching scent of his prey. "Seems like Gumbo and Rogue been hittin' the bottle again." Just then, he caught sight of himself in the stainless steel stove's surface. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Everyone in the mansion paused what they were doing before shaking their heads. Wolverine was in one of his moods apparently. They all pitied whoever had set him off.
"ROGUE! CAJUN! I'LL RIP YER GOD DAMN HEADS OFF!" Wolverine screamed, rubbing his face frantically. It was no good, whatever kind of make-up they had used to paint him up as a girl was NOT coming off. Deciding to rip off the offenders heads before worrying how to get the stuff off, he took off running at top speed.
By now Rogue and Gambit were long gone, Rogue having flew them to the nearest place with a 24 hour fax machine.
"If he's upset now," Rogue grinned, watching as Gambit started feeding their various papers into the machine. "Wait till he finds out we sent everyone a copy of how purty he looks."
Gambit flashed her a smile. "You know m'petite, I tink Wolvie's new look suits him. Kinda makes him look a bit more... feminine."
Back at the mansion, Wolverine had given up his search, the two had obviously fled the building and he wasn't about to track them down with this gunk on his face. Plotting his revenge, he cleaned up and headed back to the den to finish his nap. He halted when finding Jean, Cyclops, Jubilee, Kitty, Beast and the rest of the team all gathered around something laughing their heads off.
"What'd I miss?"
They turned to him, everyone's face going blank except for the occasional twitch of the lips.
"Nothing Logan," Jean said quickly, stuffing something behind her back. "Why?"
"What do you got there Red?" He asked quietly, approaching them warily.
"Nothing, honestly." Jean tried to smile but instead burst out laughing.
"Hey... what happened to your new look?" Jubilee choked out, unable to hold back.
"Huh?"
Jean held out what she was hiding, doubling over with laughter.
Wolverine took one look at the picture, actually going red at the sight of himself dressed as the transvestite hooker from hell. Without saying anything, he turned and ran from the room at top speed.
"Imagine his horror when he finds out how many copies are laying around." Beast gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. "I daresay Logan will..."
"Get his panties in a twist?" Scott finished.
Their laughter followed Wolverine as he headed down the drive to the gates.
"I'm going to kill them!"
