A New Mutant Chapter 1: Of Beer and Karaoke, a x-men: the movie fanfic

DISCLAIMER- I do NOT own X-men or Garth Brooks though I do own the movies and a cd with the song on it...

A large shadow walked into the bar and a few of the occupants flinched at the regular buff coming in.

"Beer, please," said the man as he settled down on his usual stool and pulled off his cowboy hat. He set it aside and picked up the Bud placed in front of him.

"Mornin' Logan, How's it goin'" Came the thick country accent from the bartender. Logan replied with a gruff growl. A song started playing and Logan looked up at the Karaoke stage. A girl looking drunk as hell started singing 'Friends in Low Places' by Garth Brooks.

Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there

Hell, she was pretty good at hitting all the right notes.

And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain

She was actually quite sexy.

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay

She started dancing in tune to the song as the chorus continued.

I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places

She was really into the song by the looks of it. Her eyes slid shut as the soft part came back.

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
Everything's all right
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn't mean
To cause a big scene

Logan started singing along and was soon heading up to the stage. Surely she wouldn't mind.

Just give me an hour and then
Well, I'll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you're livin' in

Logan joined in on the mic when the chorus came back round.

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places

Logan let her sing the last verse and backed her up at the right places.

I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
And everything is alright
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just wait 'til I finish this glass
Then sweet little lady
I'll head back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass

Logan put his arm around her waist and sang the last two choruses with her swinging his almost empty beer bottle around. You could call him redneck at this point and he wouldn't care.

The girl finally opened her eyes and looked at Logan. She smiled up at him and opened her mouth to speak when the door burst open. Logan saw the last person he thought he would ever have seen in a smoky, country karaoke bar. Scooter came stormin' in and glared up at the stage. Logan walked down, his arm still around the chick he just met.

"What's got your underwear in a twist, Scooter?" Logan asked casually finishing off his beer and picking up his hat.

"We got word of a mutant causing ruckus in a karaoke bar. We came to check it out." Scott answered with a frown telling Logan he was 'disappointed' in him. (A/N- as much as this line sounds so Scooter/Logan…it's not…I am TOTALLY against that pairing. .)

"Well, Scooter sounds like you actually care," Logan replied with heavy sarcasm. "But there isn't any ruckus here."

The squeak of wheels could be heard and everyone turned their attention back towards the door. Charles came through the door and looked patiently at the girl just standing there with Logan's arm still around her waist.

"Scott, there wasn't a ruckus, and Logan isn't the mutant, the girl is," Charles said nodding to the one in question. Scooter's mouth hung open and just stared at the slim figure being held next to Logan.

A/N- Heh… . didn't mean for a story to begin here..I just started listening to Friends in Low Places and kept thinking of Logan. I mean…why not? It fits…well there has to be some drinking. Welp! R&R!!!