Lover or Loser?
Logan knocked nervously on the front door of the mansion. A voice whispered in his head, Welcome back, Logan. Thanks, Professor, he tried to think back.
The door opened. One-Eye. Of course. Logan sighed.
"Logan," Scott raised an eyebrow. He said flatly, "Good to see you. Won't you come in?"
"Cyke - Scott," Logan acknowledged. Then, when the younger man made no move to get out of the doorway, "She here?"
"I presume you mean Rogue?"
"Yeah. She's still here, ain't she? I've only been gone for the weekend." Logan looked at the floor, not sure if he was hiding embarrassment or blinding rage. He'd left a note for Marie; it wasn't like he'd skipped out without warning. If Buster the Guard Dog here would just let him through...
Scott sighed, and relented. "I guess it's not really your fault."
Logan's head snapped up. "What's not my fault? What happened to her?"
"You'd better come in."
Logan dumped his bag by the front door, and Scott ushered him through to the pool. The young Asian girl - Jubilee, wasn't it? - and the Cajun were having an argument. Logan heard wild applause.
Then he saw where the applause was coming from. Rogue was watching excitedly, dressed in a skimpy white tee-shirt and hotpants. Her hair was unwashed and unbrushed. A cigarette dangled from her lips, and she was clutching a bottle of Jim Beam. The embodiment of trailer trash. "You go, girl!" she hollered.
Scott folded his arms. He frowned accusingly, "You said you'd protect her."
Remy announced, "You do not own Remy, chere."
Jubilee fumed.
Rogue's eyes opened wide. "Ooooooooh."
"What the hell happened, One-Eye?"
"A talk show taped nearby on Saturday. There was a fire."
Jubilee snapped, "Then it's all right for me to sleep around, too?"
Rogue whistled.
"She absorbed someone from the audience, didn't she," Logan said resignedly.
"Yeah. Jean says all we can do is wait it out. It should pass pretty quickly. There wasn't much mind to absorb."
"All right," Logan agreed. He walked over to Rogue and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "Hi, Marie. I'll talk to you later."
She looked him over appreciatively. "Whoa, muscle-man!" She licked her lips, then turned back to the action.
Scott clapped a hand to Logan's shoulder. "Come on, I'll get you a drink," he offered grudgingly.
They walked off to the sounds of "Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry!"
Logan knocked nervously on the front door of the mansion. A voice whispered in his head, Welcome back, Logan. Thanks, Professor, he tried to think back.
The door opened. One-Eye. Of course. Logan sighed.
"Logan," Scott raised an eyebrow. He said flatly, "Good to see you. Won't you come in?"
"Cyke - Scott," Logan acknowledged. Then, when the younger man made no move to get out of the doorway, "She here?"
"I presume you mean Rogue?"
"Yeah. She's still here, ain't she? I've only been gone for the weekend." Logan looked at the floor, not sure if he was hiding embarrassment or blinding rage. He'd left a note for Marie; it wasn't like he'd skipped out without warning. If Buster the Guard Dog here would just let him through...
Scott sighed, and relented. "I guess it's not really your fault."
Logan's head snapped up. "What's not my fault? What happened to her?"
"You'd better come in."
Logan dumped his bag by the front door, and Scott ushered him through to the pool. The young Asian girl - Jubilee, wasn't it? - and the Cajun were having an argument. Logan heard wild applause.
Then he saw where the applause was coming from. Rogue was watching excitedly, dressed in a skimpy white tee-shirt and hotpants. Her hair was unwashed and unbrushed. A cigarette dangled from her lips, and she was clutching a bottle of Jim Beam. The embodiment of trailer trash. "You go, girl!" she hollered.
Scott folded his arms. He frowned accusingly, "You said you'd protect her."
Remy announced, "You do not own Remy, chere."
Jubilee fumed.
Rogue's eyes opened wide. "Ooooooooh."
"What the hell happened, One-Eye?"
"A talk show taped nearby on Saturday. There was a fire."
Jubilee snapped, "Then it's all right for me to sleep around, too?"
Rogue whistled.
"She absorbed someone from the audience, didn't she," Logan said resignedly.
"Yeah. Jean says all we can do is wait it out. It should pass pretty quickly. There wasn't much mind to absorb."
"All right," Logan agreed. He walked over to Rogue and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "Hi, Marie. I'll talk to you later."
She looked him over appreciatively. "Whoa, muscle-man!" She licked her lips, then turned back to the action.
Scott clapped a hand to Logan's shoulder. "Come on, I'll get you a drink," he offered grudgingly.
They walked off to the sounds of "Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry!"