Hope you like this story. It's basically plotless, so don't expect much more than a bad reality show starring the X-Girls lol. The cast will include; Lady Mastermind, Jubliee, Dazzler, Boom-Boom, Psylocke, and Shadowcat. The X-Girls spend spring break in Atlantis, later chapters might include some of the X-Boys crashing the vacation. Review if you like it.
X-Girls in Atlantis:
Regan Wyngarde yawned loudly as she sat outside the dressing room of a Macy's in Bayville Mall. She was tired of waiting for her friend Betsy Braddock to finish trying on a dozen different bathing suits. It had already been nearly half an hour since Betsy had entered the dressing room, arms loaded with cheap bikini's. She wished the indecisive Brit would just hurry up and pick one so she could get out the department store. A Macy's for god sake, if any of her Manhattan friends could see her, she'd die of embarrassment. She knew damn well she could afford better. And, if Betsy hadn't been so proud as to let Regan by her a swim suit herself she wouldn't have ended up in such a tacky store to begin with. At least they would be out of Bayville and on their way to the Bahama's in twenty-four hours. She brushed some imaginary lint off of her cardigan and straightened her pencil skirt.
"For Christ's sake Bets are you done yet?" She called over her shoulder to the doorway of the dressing room.
"Hold your sodding horses!" Came the cockney reply from inside the private room. "I'll be out in a minute."
Regan sighed and crossed her legs. She had been feeling bitchier than usual. It was senior year and she was anxious to graduate. Coupling that with impending finals, power training, and having no idea what she was going to do after she left Xavier's she was glad to be getting away for spring break. She was also glad her father had given her a chance to take her friends along with her to the Bahama's. Even if Jubilee was tagging along at Kitty's request. She could deal with the annoying mall rat if she had Betsy and Tabitha to hang with. Alison was nice enough. Maybe a little too straight-laced, but that would give someone to take Jubilee off her hands. She looked up to see Kitty walking toward the dressing room. Dressed in her usual laid-back fashion; which usually gave Regan a headache. For a girl as pretty as she was; Regan couldn't figure out why Kitty always dressed in baggy t-shirts and jeans.
Kitty smiled at Regan by way of greeting. "She still in there?" She asked.
Regan rolled her eyes and nodded. "Yes. And if she would just let me buy her something from Sacks, we could be back at school packing right now." She replied loud enough for Betsy to hear her.
"Alright Lady Di, I'm coming out!" Betsy yelled back. A second later a tall, athletic looking girl with long purple hair and punk makeup walked out of the dressing room wearing a two piece with the British Flag splashed across it. Betsy did a three-sixty degree turn and flashed the two other girls a big grin. "Whatcha think?"
Kitty nodded in approval. "Cute." She answered. Regan on the other hand gave Betsy a quizzical look.
"So you not only want to desecrate your country's flag, but you want to look like a hoe while doing it?" She quipped.
Betsy narrowed her eyes at Regan but kept the smirk on her face. "That settles it then, this is the one." She said. She glanced in the full length mirror and struck a pose before turning on her heel back into the dressing room to change. Betsy hadn't taken offense to Regan's criticism, in fact, she loved soliciting such a reaction from her best friend. It was proof that she looked hot in it.
Kitty shook her head at Regan. "You guys really don't sound like best friends." She pointed out. "You act more like enimies, or is it frienimies?" Kitty tilted her head to the side as she tried to figure it out.
Regan cracked a small smile and shrugged. "Oh our friendship is based on years of cleverly timed insults. I'm just glad she finally picked one, even if it looks like that." She added a slight note of distaste when she said "that."
Regan stood up in the hopes that Betsy was ready to pay for the garment and head back to school. "So where are Alison, Jubliee, and Tabby, diving through a bargain bin at JCPenny's?"
Kitty; whom had also learned not to take Regan's snarky comments seriously, laughed and shook her head. "Do you always have to be such a label snob? You know you can find cute bathing suits at any department store in this mall, not everything has to cost a small fortune."
"Yeah your right." Regan relented. "I mean if you want to look like you come from a trailer park, it's none of my business."
"We don't have trailer parks in the U.K." Betsy chimed in as she exited the dressing room carrying the bikini on her arm. "At least not in Essex." She was attired in her usual punk style of clothing, which consisted of a black bra under a fish-net tank-top, a kilt and her combat boots. "Come on." She motioned to the cashier.
With Regan and Kitty in tow, Betsy plopped the bikini on the counter. The sales woman rang up her purchase which Betsy paid for with cash she pulled from her bra. The three young women walked out of the department store into the main foyer of the mall to see Jubliee, Tabby, and Alison hanging by the fountain in the center. Alison was holding a bag from Wet Seal and sipping on a iced coffee. Alison was the only member of their girl group that Regan believed had any style. It was a bit hipster for Regan's taste but at least she always looked cute. Tabby was a goth but it worked for her. Jubilee on the other hand; well Regan could have spent all night making fun of that hideous yellow trench-coat. Jubliee was carrying a bag from Areopostale; typical. And Tabby had a Hot Topic bag clutched in her hands. They were consistent if nothing else. Alison noticed the trio and waved at them.
"We're done if you guys are ready to go." She said taking another sip from her coffee.
"Let's move out then, I wanna get through the next 24 hours and kiss Bayville behind for a week." Regan hooked her arm around Betsy's and started heading toward the mall exit. "Atlantis here we come!" She exclaimed as the six of them left the suburban shopping center. Moment's later they were cruising down the freeway back to Greymalkin Lane in Regan's SUV. Betsy had called shot-gun as per usual with Alison, Tabby, Jubliee, and Kitty taking up the back seats. Betsy pulled out a pack of cigarettes from a pocket on her kilt and lit one. The smell of the smoke caused Regan to pull an annoyed face.
"Bets what did I tell you about smoking in..." She didn't get to finish her sentence before she heard one of the back window's roll down. She looked in the rear-view mirror to see Tabby lighting a cigarette of her own. "Guys, you know I hate it when people smoke in my car."
"Don't get your kickers in a twist Regan." Betsy said as she rolled the passenger window down. "Besides..." She continued as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs. "It's your daddy's car isn't it?"
Regan rolled her eyes again. Okay so it was her father's car and she was just borrowing it. But still, her friends could at least ask her first. "Well just don't burn holes in the upholstery. I don't want daddy taking away my ride." She retorted.
Tabby spoke up from the seat behind Regan. "What time do we have to be at JFK?"
"The flight is at eight am." Regan replied. "But we might have to get there by six considering they might have to strip search you and Betsy."
Betsy looked over at Regan slyly. "Are you saying I look like a terrorist?" She asked.
"Yes, in fact I am." Regan smirked back at her.
Betsy's face broke in a wide grin. "Awww cheers love, thanks a lot." Her comment managed to get a giggle from Alison.
Jubliee's voice pipped up from the very back seat. "By the way Regan I really wanted to thank you for inviting me. I can't wait to see the Bahama's. I thought I was gonna have to spend all spring break at school hanging out with Kurt and Bobby."
Regan mentally grimaced but kept her voice pleasant and mustered as much sincerity as she could. "Oh think nothing of it Jubilee, I'm glad you're coming along, we're going to have a blast."
A split second later she heard Betsy's voice in her head. "You're so full of shit." Betsy telepathically communicated to her.
"Give me a break, I'm trying my best here." Regan answered maintaining the telepathic link. "Besides, she's only coming because Kitty begged me."
"Still it's nice to take her along mate, Ali thinks it was sweet too." Betsy projected.
"Well don't get it twisted, I'm not sweet, I'm just doing a favor for Kitty." Regan finished.
Alison took the moment of silence to ask something she'd been wondering. "So did anyone think about how we're going to get away with drinking while we're there? I mean it's an American resort, so drinking age is still twenty-one."
Regan made a tsk-tsk noise. "Uh hello Ali, we're mutants. I can make any bartender think we look like we're in our thirties, or Betsy can just plant a suggestion in his head." She replied.
Betsy turned around in her seat to wink at Alison then she tapped a finger to her head. "Always handy to have a telepath around." She said.
Alison shrugged. "Sounds good to me." Thirty minutes later they arrived back at Xavier's; which had been just enough time for Tabby and Betsy to make Regan's care wreak of smoke.
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A good night's sleep later five of them were standing in the foyer of the mansion waiting for Regan to take them to JFK. Alison checked her wrist watch again wondering what was keeping their companion. Jubliee looked nervous that they were going to miss their flight. Tabby was jamming out to the music flowing through her ear-buds. Kitty yawned still trying to wake up, and Betsy was sitting on her suitcase twirling her purple tresses, looking bored. Finally Regan entered the foyer dragging a heap of suitcases behind her all bound together by a bungee cord. The other girls had the sense to pack light, but Regan obviously didn't.
Betsy shot Regan a look once she caught sight of the luggage. "Bloody hell luv, we're only going away for a week."
Regan glanced behind her at the multitude of suitcases and shrugged. "My shoes took up more space than I thought they would."
"Is all that going to fit in your car?" Jubilee asked raising her eyebrows.
"Well if not we can just throw out your bag." Regan quipped, giving Jubilee a sarcastic smile.
Jubilee looked confused for a moment. She contemplated if Regan was serious. Before she could reply Regan let out a giggle. "Oh calm down Jubliee, I'm kidding." She said. She pulled a pair of Chanel sunglasses out of her purse and slipped them on. "Okay bitches, let's get this vacation started."
Later they were standing in line at the security checkpoint to the terminal. Regan, Alison, Kitty, and Jubilee managed to pass through the metal detector on the first pass. Betsy and Tabby on the other hand had to pass through a few times since neither of them had followed directions and left several metal objects on their person. Regan stood with her arms crossed and tapping her foot as the TSA worker waved a metal detector across Betsy's chest. The detector whizzed as it passed her nipple line. Betsy winked at the middle-aged man. "Piercings." She explained.
The man sneered and waved her on. Betsy blew him a kiss and gathered up her belongings. Tabby glad that when the man passed the detector across her body she wouldn't have anything that would cause it to go off. Jubliee stood slack jawed as Tabby and Betsy caught up with the rest of the group.
"Do you really have your nipples pierced?" She whispered to Betsy.
Betsy rolled her eyes. "No Jubliee, my tits are packed with uranium." She replied sarcastically.
Jubliee caught on, but remained undeterred by Betsy's sarcasm. "Did it hurt." She continued.
Betsy shrugged. "Yeah, but that was half the fun." She replied with a grin.
After the group flashed their passports and boarding cards to the flight attendant at the gate they boarded the plane. Jubliee wore a look of fascination at their seating accommodations. "I can't believe we get to fly first class. This is so cool Regan."
Regan forced herself not to pull a face at Jubliee's comment. She simply flashed her a smile as she slipped into the plush leather window seat. "Oh Jubliee you really think I would make us fly economy?"
Betsy slipped into the isle seat next to her. "Nice save." She whispered with a smirk.
Alison and Kitty took the two seats directly behind Betsy and Regan with Jubliee and Tabby taking the seats behind the other two girls. Each girl settled in for a long flight. Regan took a second to mentally plan what they would do once they made it to Atlantis. They would check into the luxury suite, and then it was off to one of the resort nightclubs for some drinks and dancing. The plane taxied onto the runway and moments later was climbing through the air and heading due south for the Caribbean. Tabby and Alison had pulled out their MP3 players to zone out to some music, while Kitty and Jubliee chatted away over the tops of their seats. Regan pulled out an issue of Vogue from her carry on bag, and Betsy was snoring away her head resting against her seat.
Regan elbowed Betsy to stop her from sawing logs. Betsy woke up with a start. "Huh, what." She said rubbing her eyes.
"I really don't want to spend the next seven hours listening to that if you don't mind." Regan said tersely.
Betsy yawned and stretched. "Sorry luv." She replied. "Bit more knackered than I thought."
"I swear sometimes I think I need subtitles to understand you." Regan retorted flipping through the magazine.
"It's not my fault you don't understand bloody English." Betsy chuckled.
"It's not my fault you don't speak bloody English." Regan shot back mimicking Betsy's accent.
Betsy kept the banter up and pointed a finger at Regan. "Hey I resemble that remark." Regan hooked her finger around Betsy's and shook it causing both of them to laugh. "So anyway are you keeping this vacation girls only, or are we planning to meet up with some blokes on this trip?"
Regan set the magazine on her lap and looked over at Betsy. "Seriously Betsy, it's the Bahama's, at best it's going to be a bunch of out of shape middle-aged men with wives and kids." Regan answered. "I'm not looking for any vacation nookie, but you all are more than welcome to it. Just don't bring them back to the suite." She clarified. "I don't want to hear anybody bumping uglies while I'm trying to get my R&R on."
"Oh heaven's no, I'd never offend your delicate sensibilities." Betsy said taking on a uncharacteristic posh accent.
Regan smirked again and continued reading her magazine. "You're such a bitch."
"Yes, and what of it?" Betsy said cracking a smile of her own. "By the by, how you gonna deal with Jubliee for seven whole days?" She asked.
"That's why we have Kitty and Ali." Regan answered without looking over.