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Through the stink and stench of unwashed bodies, a backed up urinal and stale bear he was surprised at all when he caught the scent so heavy without the man it belonged to walking through the door. Looking there, instead he found what very well could be a nights fun walking in dressed in tight fitting jeans, a biker jacket and a helmet under her arm. He wasn't alone in admiring the frail, thinking she was just Jimmy's type, a fragile looking Asian flower with just a dash of feistiness to flavour.
As usual he had more than a few stools free around him, few wanting to share company when they knew there was a wolf prowling at the edges of the light in his eyes. He gave the girl a look as she took a seat with a stool between them, ordering up a Bud and setting her helmet down on the vacant stool. Scratching a little smiley face into the wood of the bar, it joined the rest of the carved graffiti with some dating back decades with one well worn Kilroy standing out.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doin' in a place like this?" Victor asked, smiling at her sideways.
"Not to be a straight up bitch bud, but I'm just not in the mood tonight..." The Asian flower sighed, putting back her beer.
Laughing lightly as he added some touches to another carving, Victor went back to his bourbon and gave her some space. He'd been coming to this bar ever since he had caught his little brothers scent there one night, wondering if he'd make another appearance, so far all he had for it all was some time with some of the barmaids and enough fights with the locals that they were all just too piss scared to start anything else with him, a right shame he figured.
"Well, just what are ya in the mood fer?" Victor asked, sipping his whiskey and looking at her over the rim of his glass.
"To forget my friend is fucking a man she met when she was sixteen, total mutual friendzone between them till they blew that outta the water with a bottle of scotch and years of sexual tension coming to a head." She spouted off, nearly finishing her beer in one thirsty swig.
The scent of her frustration and anger was like a perfume, adding to her beauty as he admired her. Waving to the bartender, he ordered up another round for her and another glass, pouring a shot of whiskey and sliding it down to her as her beer came.
"No strings attached, ya just look like ya could use a stiff one..." Victor said with a chuckle at her snort, slipping in a pass at her even still.
"I'll let that slide, cheers." She growled, putting back the shot and having a chaser.
Slugging back a belt of his whiskey, Victor started to wonder if his dear little brother Jimmy had a place in this whole sorted tale and if not just how this sweet thing knew him. For the first time she noticed his claws easily scratching into the wood, no fear at the sight which hardly surprised him considering his little brother always looked to be overcompensating, just curiosity. Offering her a rakish grin, he was rewarded with her sliding her glass down for a refill, sending it back brimming to the rim.
"Name's Lee, guess ya earned that much listening to me bitch and buying me a couple of drinks." Jubilee offered, slugging back her shot and chasing it down again.
"Vic, course you can call me Creed if ya like...ladies seem ta like that too." Victor offered, having met many a frail that could just roll his name over her tongue to rile him up.
"Vic it is." Jubilee chuckled.
"So, yer friends hooked up with some fella that sounds like he waited fer her ta not be a bit o' jailbait by the sound o' it." Vic offered, filling his glass full again for a swig.
"Oh god it sounds so bad when you say it like that..." Jubilee hissed.
Laughing in a low rumble, he lifted his glass to the bartender calling for another lowball, filling it a couple fingers full and sliding it over. His little Lee looked grateful, having a sip as she sat staring at the graffiti and started using a bottle cap to carve in her own work.
"Logan's not like that, but I guess he just woke up one day and found out Roguey grew up when he wasn't looking. Course he still looks the same as ever, man ages well...guess it made it easier for her ta start eyeing him as the hot piece of ass he is." Jubilee explained.
James Logan, brother dearest, finding himself a piece of tail by the sound of things Victor thought. He'd given him space ever since Three Mile Island, doing his own thing and figuring a little bit of time between wouldn't be all that bad after everything that had happened. He'd come on too strong trying to get his brother back, but somewhere something had gone wrong. When it came to tracking down his brother he started with the little pissant that had last seen him, Remy LeBeau.
That was when he found out about the one last fast one that fucker Stryker had pulled right at the end, giving his little brother a .357 lobotomy that wiped him clean. Pounding back his drink, he filled the glass full and ordered another bottle, trying hard to nurse a buzz tonight.
"Ya wanna know the worst part?" Jubilee asked, having a gulp of her whiskey with a wince.
"Why the hell not?" Victor asked, leaning over with the fresh bottle to top her back up a finger.
"I like Logan, not in the I wanna jump his bones for a stiff one, but just that he's...a good guy." Jubilee said, having a sip.
Jimmy always was a pansy Victor thought bitterly, always too soft but it always won him out with the ladies that just wouldn't look his way twice. It had always got him the promotions in all the armies they'd ever enlisted in, always had him liked by the men while Victor himself was the guy that would keep the little pukes in line and swear to hell if they didn't get over that trench they'd have more than the Germans to worry about.
"I get the feelin' there's another but in there somewhere." Victor offered.
"I just don't wanna see them fuck what they had up and get all awkward on another. Why go ruining a good friendship just cause ya got drunk and horny?" Jubilee grumbled, swinging back the last of her glass with a grimace.
"If'in they're the friends ya figure 'em ta be, I figure they can handle one bad mistake. Course ya never know, might just be the start o' somethin' a bit more'n bein' friends." Victor said, holding the bottle up in offer and grinning full of teeth as she waved him on for another top up.
"You're not Canadian by any chance are ya?" Jubilee asked, staring at him curiously.
"Ya gonna hold it against me?" Victor asked, getting his first real good look at her and noticing her unexpected blue eyes.
"Naw dude, Canadian's rock. Logan's Canadian, ya sound a lot like him. S'why I asked..." Jubilee said, smiling as her eyes fell thoughtfully staring past him.
"Lemme guess, ya like Nickelback?" Victor asked, finding himself liking this frail.
"What's wrong with Nickelback?" Jubilee asked indignant.
"Nuff said." Victor laughed lightly, pounding back his drink and topping up a fresh glass.
"Easy dude, yer gonna get blotto drinkin' that hard." Jubilee mumbled, spinning her glass around on its coaster.
Grinning at her, he just shook his head and took a swig to spite her, feeling the first hint of a good buzz hitting him as his senses blessedly dulled with the bar behind him growing quiet. If she just knew the truth she'd probably be the ones pouring drinks, as it was it was the other way around.
"I can handle my drink, looks like it might be somethin' we got in common." Victor chuckled.
"So who do you like?" Jubilee asked.
"Always was a Stompin' Tom man myself." Victor said, remembering better days when he could still go out with Jimmy and find a good bar fight.
"Good shit, I mean...good music..." Jubilee said, back peddling after a moment.
"Well ain't you just full o' surprises." Victor growled in laughter.
"Was your fellow Canuck that introduced me, caught him drinkin' and smokin' out in the garage one night lookin' like he was ready ta go bust some skulls. Asked him who it was and he told me, hell he snuck me a beer and we just listened to him for a couple of hours." Jubilee explained, putting back the last of her whiskey and waving him off as he held up the bottle.
"Nah, I better get back ta beer." Jubilee added, waving on over the bartender for a fresh bottle.
Holding up two fingers, Vic ordered up one for himself and toasted the man himself, giving the frail credit as she chugged her beer in time to him. Just like he figured there was some part o' his Jimmy left in this man Logan, doing him good to hear after all the years without his little brother by his side.
"Well, since ya seem ta know good music when it bites ya in the ass I'll let that remark about Nickelback slide." Victor chuckled.
"We all got our guilty pleasures." Jubilee mused.
"Ain't that the truth." Victor replied, keeping to himself just how guilty his were.
Damnedest thing of all happened as he sat there with his back to the bar looking out that the dregs getting drunk, but for the first time since his baby bro a silence both welcome and comfortable fell between him and little Lee, neither needing to fill it as they sat drinking and sliding the bottle back and forth as she decided against switching to beer.
Over the weeks he'd been drinking here wondering if Jimmy would show up he'd proved himself the Big Dog more than once, but watching some cocksure little shit walk up to the bar of the vacant seat next to Lee he watched as the fella had a glance to the empty bottle sitting in front of her and called for two more. Knowing a dog sniffing around his turf at a glance, he let it play wondering just how she'd treat the intruder.
"What the fuck's this?" Jubilee asked, looking at the beer that appeared before her glass of whiskey.
"Bottle of bud Babe." The fella said, raising his own for a swig.
"Well, enjoy double fistin' 'em, buddy boy." Jubilee said pushing the bottle up to him.
Victor could smell the indignation from the juiced up dandy figuring he had found himself a little piece of ass, instead finding him a genuine firecracker. Putting his hand on her to face him, she was on her feet in a second kicking his feet out of him and slamming his face into the bar that left the punk spitting teeth and blood at the floor. Out at the table of some wannabe bikers, five guys were on their feet to the bar never knowing the world of hurt they were in for.
A bar fight and a block later he was passing the bottle back to her, the beast still prowling around the back of his eyes looking for some trouble. It came as she slammed her knee right into his crotch and pulled him down to her height and planted a furious and hungry kiss to him. Tearing at her hair and feasting on her, he looked into her eyes and saw only lust in them. It was all he needed right then, leading her off back to the shit hole he'd been staying in.
The morning came as the first rays of the new day slithered their way in through the blinds drawing him awake. In his arms was his nights fun, remembering the times her nails had dug into his flesh scarring him had it not been for his heightened healing keeping up with her attacks. She lay spent and tired beside him, marked on her neck by bites and bruises, deeply slumbering with an arm draped over his broad chest.
Something about this one spoke to him in a way he had never had before, whether it was that she knew his brother or just that she had done things to him in between the dusk and dawn without shame or a fucking care. Maybe it was just that they had both been driven mad by the same man and had to find some release, but whatever it was he felt for the first time in years like facing his little brother and fighting him tooth and claw again if it'd just jog free some of the man he needed at his side again.
"Lemme guess? No room service?" His little Lee asked waking to the new day.
"Naw, but there's a hell o' a greasy spoon a block down that'll fill yer guts and clog yer arteries for a fair price." Victor chuckled, stealing her lips in his own.
Tasting blood and feeling the sting of pain, she had his bottom lip between her teeth only to let go at his throaty growl. Just like his little brother ta go pick up some frail and pass off some feisty filly like this he thought, snatching her up into his arms. Whatever the bad blood was between them, he'd let it air on seeing his brother again after all the years between. Right now the only thing he wanted was a hearty breakfast and another go at the girl in his arms as he kicked the door open to the shower.
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Author's Note : While it's more of a Post The Last Stand fic with some future Rogan in store, as far as the first X-men movie goes that wasn't Sabretooth, I'll let it be Caliban as that was just some growly wrestling poser.
Liev Schreiber set the bar, so this is an Origin Victor Creed for better or worse (story wise) as he was just everything Victor should be. Intelligent, vicious, driven yet still charismatic and morbidly funny.