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Summery: Jubilee is depressed by Logan's rejection, so where does she go to relieve her aching heart?

A Shot of Tequila Makes the Pain Go Away

Chapter 2

The rest of the day Jubilee spent her time with Bobby, Chamber, Remy, and Paige. They all went to the boat house and played a few games like "I Never" and a few "Truth or Dare" rounds. It was enough to keep Jubilee's mind off of early events that happened between her and Logan, until the party was over.

It was around midnight when the party ended and everyone had gone back into their respective rooms.

Jubilee was the last one to leave the boat house. She waited until everyone had left to go to the garage where Logan was still working on his bike. Not wanting to break down in tears in his presence she completely ignored him.

Logan sensed her presence, he took one look at her over his shoulder, then turned back around to what he was doing. He too felt equally uncomfortable and did the same thing as she, until he noticed her making her way over towards the car that Scott normally let's her use on emergencies.

"Whatcha doing, Darlin'?" he asked, still working on his bike.

She paused for a moment, thinking of how to use her words carefully, and answered, "I need to run an errand. I ran out of some famine products and I like need them right now. Is that a problem?"

Logan thought for a moment and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, but be back before it gets too late. Hank's setting up the new security system later and he's not quite sure whether it'll function properly or not. Okay?"

"Okay, Logan." she hopped into the car and started the engine, "If I don't get back before then I'll sleep over at one of my friends. Bye."

"Bye, Darlin'."

With that Jubilee left the grounds of the X-Mansion and headed into town, only not to the place where Logan figured she'd go. Instead of to a nearby store she went straight for a bar that was on the edge of town. She wanted to be as far away from Logan as she could without Scott freaking out over his car being gone for an extensive amount of time.

As she drove she couldn't help but flash back to the events that happened earlier. It brought tears to her eyes as Logan's rejection echoed through her head.

"Oh, Logan." she murmured, "If you won't love me... Then who will?" She turned into the parking lot of the bar that not even Logan goes to and parked her car. She stepped out and looked at the name of the bar, smirking at the name, "The Dirty Cowboy. Either bars now and days are having a harder time of coming up with original names or this has got to be the weirdest gay bar that any girl has stepped into." she took a deep breath and walked in through the front doors, "Okay, Jubes. Just act natural and maybe they won't throw you out right away."

Inside the bar was the most dirtiest bar anyone could imagine. The floor was covered in stale blood stains that looked like they'd been there for more than a month, some broken glass bottles had been swept into the corners, and there were a few random teeth lying around. The customers weren't the prettiest or the best looking, but there were a few who were good looking.

She scanned the room for possible people that would be more than willing to buy her a drink. So far none of them looked too promising. She sighed and was about to turn around when she felt a heavy hand upon her shoulder. She looked up to see who the owner of that hand was and was shocked to see that that had belonged to her mentor's arch nemeses Victor Creed, a.k.a. Sabertooth.

"Hello, frail." he smiled.

"Hello." she gulped.

"Ain't ya a little bit young to be bar hoppin' in places like this?"

"I'm an adult now, Creed. I go where ever I please."

He chuckled deeply, "That may be, but there are still some places that won't allow you to do too much, until yer 21."

She rolled her eyes and folded her arms, "If you're here to taunt me, Creed, I'm not in the mood. I've already had a bad day today and right now I could use a good stiff drink."

"Oh, I got to see this." he grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her along, "Come one, frail. I'll buy ya yer drinks, just so I can watch ya get drunk."

"Gee thanks." she willingly went along with him and sat down across from him in a booth. She looked at him with a questioning brow and couldn't help but ask, "So, how come you're being a nice guy and buying me booze, so I can get hammered and not taking me out back and gutting me?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "May be I wanna take a break from my bad guy role and do something non violent for a change." his mouth quirked into a smile, "Or maybe I wanna get ya drunk enough just so I can take advantage of ya and then gut ya when yer more sobered up. Who knows what my reasons are."

She stared at him suspiciously, but then relaxed, "Oh, well. If you do decide to gut me at least I get to get hammered before I die."

Within a few moments a waitress arrived to take their order. Victor Creed ordered a around of tequila and a couple of shot glasses. She brought back their order and set it in front of them, then left.

Creed smiled, pouring them each a shot of tequila, and then pulled out a quarter from his pocked. He laid it down, still smiling at the young girl in front of him, "Have ya ever played any drinkin' games before, frail?"

"Nope. What exactly are we playing?"

"It's called quarters."

"How do you play?"

"We each take a turn with this here quarter. What we try to do is bounce the quarter into the shot glasses and if you successfully make, then you get to choose who gets to drink, but since there's only two of us then you just make the other person take a shot. Got it?"

"Yeah. So, which one of us goes first?"

"I think I'll let you go first, so that you can kind of get the hang of this game."

"Okay." she picked up the quarter and bounced it, instead of it going into the shot glass it bounced right at her, "Ahh!"

Creed laughed loudly, "Nice try, frail, but let a pro show ya how it's done." he took the quarter and bounced it into the shot glass, "Okay, kid. You know the rules. Drink up."

"Urgh!" she reached out for the glass and drank down the warm liquid. Shuddering at the awful taste, "Ugh! This stuff's nasty!"

"Yeah. That might be, but it has a great kick and makes ya feel good in the end."

"Okay. My turn." she grabbed the quarter and bounced it again and missed. "Damnit!"

"Ha Ha Tuff luck, kiddo."

The game continued for a few more hours. Soon Jubilee became intoxicated and Sabertooth was still sober.

"You-You know... Sabey. (hic) This-This game rulz! You shure know how to have fun." she tried to pick up the quarter, but couldn't quite grip it, "H-How the hell is it that (hic) that such a tiny ass quarter (hic) w-would be so fucking hard to throw into a glass that's ssso much bigger than it? (hic)"

"It's puzzling ain't, frail?"

"(hic) It-It sure is. You know what, Creed?"

"What's that?"

"Y-You're the greatest. I'm not just saying that, ya know. I really do mean it when I say that y-you are like totally the coolest dude on Earth!"

Creed sat back and chuckled as he watched the drunken form of Jubilee slur and stumble as she tried to walk over and sit next to him. "You gonna be alright, frail?"

"Yeah! Though... I do feel a little w-woozy. I need to lay down." she leaned against his massive shoulder, "Oh, can you do me a itty-bitty little favor, Creedy?"

"Whatzat?"

"Take me home with you... I don't want the X... The X... The guys back home to see me like this."

"Are you kidding me? You actually want to go home with me? The guy that's tried to gut ya more times than you can count on two hands?"

"Yeah! Who knows... It could be like totally fun. (hic)"

"It'll be interesting. Can ya stand up?"

"Only one way to find out. (hic)" slowly she scooted herself out of her seat and attempted to stand up. "Whoa!" she wobbled, but caught herself in time, "See. (hic) I can stand all by my- W-Whoa!" like a tree, she fell over with a loud thud, laughing, "Whoo! Ha Ha Ha"

Creed rolled his eyes and picked her up, "Come on."

With that he took her to the upstairs bedroom that he had rented in the bar and closed the door behind them.