X-Men, Movie-Verse
Jean, Scott, Wolverine, Storm, and Nightcrawler
New Years Eve... let old friends not be forgotten

Storm was… drunk. There was really no getting around it. Kurt was tipsy, very tipsy but not quite as smashed as Storm. That might explain why the two of them were draped over one another and trying to recall the words to the pirate song.

"Yo ho! Yo ho! A peggy's wife for free!" Ororo slurred, holding out her glass of champagne like a trophy.

"No no no," Kurt scolded her, clutching his wine bottle to his chest. "It's a peg-leg life for trees!"

The two of them started giggling like teenagers that had gotten into their parents liquor cabinet. Kurt grinned and took the opportunity to tickle Ororo's sides. She shrieked with laughter trying to swat him away.

Scott smirked to himself.

"Who'd have thought that those two of all people would be such retarded drunks?" he asked with a grin, lips loosened by his numerous coolers.

Jean shook her head. "We're not much better."

Logan quirked an eyebrow, taking a swig of Jack Daniel's. "Speak for yourself, Cy and I can hold our liquor. We're real men, eh Scottie?"

Scott blinked, pausing from sipping delicately at his strawberry daiquiri. "Hmm?"

"Never mind…"

Jean squealed suddenly. "The countdown's starting!!!"

This pronouncement brought Kurt and Auroro back to reality for a moment.

"Ten… nine… eight… seven…" they all began chanting in unison.

Logan was drunken enough that he did not feel less manly by joining in such an activity.

All of their eyes were on the ball in Times Square that was preparing to fall. "Five… four… three… two…"

Jean locked eyes with Logan.

"One… Happy New Year!!!"

Ororo and Kurt promptly began to happily smooch on the loveseat, but still emitted happy, drunken giggles from time to time.

Jean placed a quick, soft peck on Logan's lips. She was a little dismayed when he did not try and probe her into a more intimate kiss. She sighed and planted a real kiss on Scott's lips; grateful that her husband at least was responsive to her kisses.

When they were finished, Logan gently pushed Jean out of the way and knelt down in front of Scott. He planted his own lips against Scott's and forcefully pushed his tongue into his mouth, smiling against his lips when he moaned into the kiss. Jean frowned as she watched her husband kiss her secret crush.

Logan eventually pulled away and picked up his whiskey bottle.

"Night Kids!" he called over his shoulder as he headed for his own room. "Play nice with one another. We got to start off the New Year right."

Scott nodded dazedly, and brought his fingers to his lips. He was completely oblivious to the semi-glare directed at him from Jean's direction.

"Happy new year old friend," he murmured to himself, taking another sip of his daiquiri.