Mistletoe and Wolverine.
Logan drank deeply from a bottle of soda, silently cursing the fact this was a school and there for alcohol free. He watched as Rouge and Jubilee hung tinsel on a large seven foot Christmas tree in the main entrance hall. They were laughing together and arguing slightly over what colours were best for Christmas. Logan shook his head and turned away in attempt to leave before they caught him up in the whole Christmas thing. He failed.
"Hey Logan, come help us put on the baubles!" Rogue called. Logan turned back.
"Maybe later." He said.
"But we'll be done later." Said Jubilee.
"Exactly." Logan replied moving to leave again. Jubilee frowned and took a long piece of gold tinsel and caught him round the middle with it pulling all her weight backwards to stop the man from leaving. But Logan was too strong for her, and only pulled her along leaving scuff marks on the polished floor. Rogue was laughing as Jean appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Don't be such a Scrooge Logan, help them out…"
"Fine." The wolverine snapped. "I suppose on the bright side, the more mistletoe that gets hung, the more likely it is I get a kiss from you."
"Keep dreaming Logan." Scott said as he arrived through the front door. "And clean up those scuffs…" He said indicating at the dirt on the floor. Logan scowled, his claws unsheathed. He cut the tinsel from around him and stomped off.
"Do it yourself." He said on his way out.
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I don't intend to pick on Scott, so if it seems I do, sorry, Not a Scott fan.
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Remy didn't mind Christmas, but he preferred Mardi gras. Lots of available young woman flashing all over the place. He smiled as memories of the colourful and loud festivals swum across his mind.
He was crossing the main hall, looking up at the Christmas tree he had helped Rogue and jubilee with earlier and smiled. They had done a good job. He was about to leave when the doorbell rang. He frowned, turning, and opened the front door. Before him stood a young woman. She was shivering in the cold snow which was not surprising considering she wore a thin, pale green halter neck top, and a pair of very short ripped denim shorts. On her feet were black beach shoes. All she had covering her shoulders were the long waves of wavy black hair that fell almost to her waist. Her face was soft and young. She had childish blue eyes and rosy red lips. Without a second thought or a word passed between either of them, Remy took off his coat and gently wrapped it round the girl. She smiled with gratitude as he bought her inside and closed out the cold behind her. "What you doin' out der dressed like dat Petite?" He asked her in his thick New Orleans accent. She didn't reply, but instead snuggled close to his embrace looking for warmth before she collapsed unconscious.
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Well, that's my start…I'll update soon, let me know what you think.
