Author's Note: Hi everyone! Sorry it's been so long since I've published anything, but you know how life is. Enjoy!
I may not know much about who I am or where I came from or how I got here, but there are a few things I do know.
A pretty girl shows up at your door, it's never a bad thing.
Pretty girl shows up with ice-cold beer, it's a damn good thing
Pretty girl shows up with cold beer and says you don't have to do anything, it's gonna be an interesting night.
It had been a quiet night at Xavier's. Classes were starting back, kids were getting back in the routine, the one's who had homes to stay at in the Summer were returning. The days were getting shorter, and I'd finished my patrol of the mansion and grounds early. Even had time for a shower and it wasn't midnight yet. Marie was off somewhere with her friends, something about 'one last hurrah' before classes started. Not that they were takin' them anymore, but teachin'. Well, helpin' teach anyway. Jubes and Kitty had teamed up and taken over one of the fighting classes; Firecracker on offense and Shadowcat on defense. Or as one idiot had called it "the fine art of running away". They did laps until they puked that day. I'm still teachin' the advanced course, with Marie helpin' keep the rugrats in line. Some reason they like her better. Not that I can blame them, I like her a lot too.
There was a soft tap at my door, but before I could move she'd already slipped in, quietly closing the door behind her. Seems girls night had ended early, seein' as she was wearin' shorts and what suspiciously looked like one of my flannel shirts. Wonder when she stole that. Not that I care, looks better on her. Before I could say anything, she held out the six-pack. "I don't need ya ta talk sugar, I just need somebody ta listen. Can ya do that for me?" Popping a beer open I nodded, setting the rest on the bedside table.
And off she went.
I settled in for a long night as she paced, talking about everything under the sun and then some. How excited she was for classes to start, how annoyed she was that despite everything she still didn't feel ready. Jubes and Kitty going off with their beaus (her word, not mine) which way why she was home so early. "Not that I'm bitter or anything, they're both great friends and they've got great guys…" not so sure about that cajun that Firecracker picked up "but dammit girls night means girls night!" Upset that she wanted to do something different with her hair, but didn't know what. Swearing she'd gained fifteen pounds over the summer and now nothing fit right.
Every now and then she'd reach over and take the bottle from me, taking a sip before handing it back chilled. She'd gained control a couple of years back, and was slowly learning to access the powers she'd borrowed. That's why she teaches with me: got her own healing power now. Thankfully she can turn it on and off. Immortality ain't all it's cracked up to be. But if her practicin' gets me cold beer, who am I to complain?
'Round the fourth beer she finally ran out of steam, slowly coming to a stop beside the bed. I flipped the covers back -get yer head out the gutter, I'm wearing pants- and patted the spot between my legs. She crawled in without a word, taking the bottle I offered. "Feel better?"
She chuckled, a little sheepish now that everything was said. "Yeah. Thanks sugar."
"No problem. Bring beer and I'll do anything you want." Judging by the color on her cheeks, she caught the double meaning. But damn if she didn't throw it right back at me. Just a little bit of sultry in that drawl of hers.
"You promise?"
Growling low I wrapped my arms around her, "Yeah, I promise."