Who You Pretend To Be.
Chapter 1: Drunken Nights.
Rating: Pg-13. Could turn R later on.
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Joe's was a tiny bar, just another hole in the wall. He had just been driving when he saw it. He walked in and was hit with a thick cloud of smoke. 'The price you pay...' he thought. He took a seat at the bar. he just sat there, drawing on a napkin.
"What can I get for ya?" Scot looked up. The bartender stood there, looking down at him. She was beautiful. Her long, blonde, curly locks cascaded down her shoulder's. Her hazel eye's sparkled.
"Just a beer. What ever you have." She nodded, sliding what he had asked for.
"One of those nights?" She asked.
"Huh?" She smiled again.
"Usually when people ask for 'whatever we have,' it usually means they aren't in the caring mood. I'm guessing a girl? She given you problems?"
"She died a year ago today." He answered, never looking at her. She sighed.
"Open mouth, insert foot." She laughed, slightly.
"No, it's okay." he finally looked at her.
"So, you gotta a name?" She asked, trying to change the subject. He didn't answer.
"Well, I guess I could just call you Shades." He smiled. logan called him that. That's the last thing he wanted her to call him.
"Scott. Scott Summers." She had heard that name before.
"I think I'v heard of you. Do you work at a school for 'gifted youngsters' if you know what I mean?"
"Yah, how do you know?"
"I was offered a job there about a year ago, but I have much more fun here. Oh, sorry. I forgot my name in all the running of the mouth. I'm Shannon Hayden." She extended her hand, but he just took a swig of his beer.
"Look, I'm off in a few minuets, you want some company?" She asked.
"I don't care. You work here, I figure you're aloud to sit where ever you want."
3 hours lator
The drunken laughter was beginning to annoy those around Shannon and Scott.
"I mean, he's standin there, lookin at me like I've grown three heads, so I said to him, 'what, can't a twenty-three year old get any around here!' It worked, the jack-ass practically ran outta here!" Scott irrupted in laughter.
He looked at his watch. "I have to get back." He told her.
"You can't go back to the school smashed." She said. He agreed.
"Listen, I live three houses down. You can stay with me for the night, come get your car in the morning."
The responsible Scott Summers would have declined, but the pain stricken, drunk Scott Summers was a different story.
They stumbled through her front door. It was a cozy little house. "You can sleep in the spare bedroom." She told him as they wobbled up the stairs. She stopped in front of her bedroom door. "This is where I get off, the spare room is right there."
She pointed to it, and when she looked back at him, his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. She leaned against the door, and they stood there for a few minuets. She opened the door, and they staggered inside.