Well here's another chapter, a little forced, but this was mostly the direction I was going to take it in. Blargh. My writing's been crap lately. Sorry, guys.---
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I know I haven't even had the chance to shut my eyes for twelve seconds before there's the pounding of a fist on my door. I bolt upright and immediately see the mistake in such an action. The room tilts crazily. I haven't been this drunk in awhile. Meanwhile they didn't wait for me to answer my door, it opens with a thud as it bounces against the wall and a very irate looking Cyclops is standing there.
I don't have to be able to see his eyes to know I aught to start looking for cover. My eyes dart around the room in search of something that might save me, but I think I'm pretty screwed.
He's speaking. I was preoccupied with saving my hide, but I blink as I start to listen to him.
"Wha?" I sputter out.
"I KNOW this was your doing."
"Wot was my doing?" What the Hell is going on? Did I sleep-kill someone. I don't think I have before but there's a first time for everything, right?
"He's drunk," Cyclops says matter of factly as Jean and Storm join him at the door, as though that proves something.
"Is tha' a crime?" What the Hell is it I did?
Storm glowers at me. Not unusual, but usually she's not in my room making that face.
"There are about twenty five students out there that are passed out drunk, are you telling me you didn't have anything to do with it?" Scott dares me to respond.
"Shi'..I didn' ruin yor lit'l darlings. They go' drunk all by their lonesome," And even I can tell I'm slurring pretty badly, "So I wen' ou' to 'ave a beer or three, wot's th'big deal?"
"The big deal is that NONE of them have misbehaved like this, prior to your showing up. I know you're responsible. God, just look at you, you're falling down drunk."
I shoot him a glare, I think, I'm not really sure which one is the real Cyclops. I put out a hand to steady myself on the bed frame and try to look serious.
"Oh go fuck yourselves," I mutter, only to find someone grabbing my by the collar and yanking me out of the room. An uncomfortable march down the hall and down an elevator later I find Cyclops shoving me into a cell.
When I realize where this is heading, I start to fight back, but receive a club to the back of the head for my trouble. Geez, they really must be pissed, is all I have time to think as my knees give out and I taste concrete.
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My mouth feels like it's full of cotton. My head hurts. I open one eye experimentally. Oh God…Mistake. Light is worse. I grunt and shut it again, but curiosity gets the better of me. Both eyes open. Gently, gently now. Ugh. Light hurts. Head hurts. Stomach…not good. Fingers move on the concrete floor, under me, and okay, let's get up, Toad, you can do this. You've had a hangover before.
On my feet. I'm wobbily, but I reach out to grab the bars and that helps. Oh…bars…Oh…Shit. I'm in a holding cell. I try to remember why. Bits and pieces come back to me. Cyclops barging in, pissed off about something.
That's right. He blamed me for the little x-lings getting trashed. Like I had ANYTHING to do with that. Sheesh. You kill a few normals and all of a sudden you're stuck with the reputation of being an asshole.
Okay, so maybe I am an asshole. I'm not sure I would have had the creativity to think of getting the kiddies drunk as payback. Or rather, I think I'd have had more creativity. I'm more of a 'spray their blood out on the front lawn as a welcome home gift', kind of guy.
There's a cot behind me, that I test to find firm and comfortable, so I sit there, holding my head in my hands and wondering what the Hell else can go wrong today. Does that mean I'm going back to prison? To await my execution, is what Xavier said. Oh goody. Something to look forward to.
I sit back against the halls and rest my eyelids until I hear the clomp of boots in the hallway, approaching my cell.
"Hey Mort," Tabitha "Boom Boom" Smith appears in front of my cage. She looks way too chipper for someone who drank as much as she did last night.
I grunt something akin to a 'ello at her, and she grins.
"So, you're going to love me," She exclaims with relish, and I eye her interestedly. I was tempted to 'love' her last night, too bad I'm such a gentleman.
"Why's tha'?"
"Because everyone else was going to let you take the fall for last night, but I spoke up and got them all busted."
I raise an eyebrow, urging her to continue.
"Yup, we're all grounded for a month and forbidden to bring anything even resembling alcohol onto school premises, but I say it was worth it."
"Bet tha' made you a lot of friends." I deadpan. Curiouser and curiouser, this girl is.
"Is that all you can say?" She pouted at me,full pink lips that I find myself watering for, "I've come to get you out."
I lean forward, with some surprise as she produces a keycard and slides it through the slot next to the door. There's a buzzing and it swings open.
I try to look cool and nonchalant, and not as though I was freaking out and considering vomiting from the amount of alcohol I consumed last night as I exit the cell and lean on the door frame watching her.
"Well well, you are full of surprises, aren' you luv?"
"I still owe you that kiss," She whispers seductively, taking a full step toward me, which places her close enough to do just that. She's full flush against my body. I can feel her chest rise and fall with each breath, against mine. She tilts her head comically, as though daring me to do something.
My brain wonders how old she is and how many laws I'm breaking at this point, but do I really care? She's sexy, she's independent and she's throwing herself at me. That NEVER happens.
An arm around her waist, pulling her even closer and then my mouth's on hers. And shit, it's sweeter than I thought. And she doesn't seem repulsed, just the opposite. She opens her mouth to me and I groan into her embrace.
It would have been a damn near perfect moment too, if Cyclops hadn't taken that moment to appear at the end of the hall and clear his throat, angrily.
I take my time breaking away from her, because this is too sweet to give up and because I like to make Cyclops squirm, but when I do, he's obviously glaring at me, though I can never see his eyes.
"Tabitha. Your room. Now." He barely gets it out, his face is turning red. I smirk.
Feeling bold I grab her ass as she heads past me down the hall and she giggles in appreciation. Man, I thought Cyclops couldn't look any more angry, but his head looks about to explode.
" 'Elp you?" I try to look bored and he just stalks toward me, grabbing my by the collar.
"SHE IS A CHILD."
I shrug, still looking bored, even though he's yanking me back and forth by my shirt. Man, I wish I could just kill him. Honestly, I feel like I've been behaving myself, and this is what I get?
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER," He screeched, spit flying in my face and I grimace.
"I like 'er," I reach for his hand and yank it backward, twisting a finger nearly to the point of breaking. He lets out a yell and pauses; afraid I'll carry through. "So you can kiss my slimy green arse."
I shove him off, but leave his finger in tact. I don't look back as I stalk down the hall away from him, though I can almost hear him shaking with rage. If they were going to ship me off for this, they'd have done it by now. And she can't be that much younger than I am…right?
