The women of the mansion passed around the bottle of amber-colored liquid in the rec room. Kitty was upside down in the chair starting to feel a little floppy as she chomped on a banana-flavored sucker, Ororo and Rogue were tangled up comfortably on the couch, raven-haired Betsy sat on the floor with her head next to Kitty's-right side up of course, and Jean had one leg draped over the arm of the chair she lounged in.
"I still don't think we should have given Kitty any tequila, she's only twenty," Ororo reasoned.
"She's at home, it's better we teach her how than let one of the boys get her drunk," Jean waved a nonchalant hand, bare foot bouncing idly.
"How you feelin' Kit," Betsy asked, resting her head against Kitty's.
"I feel...floaty and...this is a really good sucker!"
"Did we get her drunk or high," Rogue's southern drawl started to sound a little long.
"Where did you get this anyway?"
"Under Logan's bed," Jean smiled.
Betsy nearly spit out a mouthful of liquor, her eyes suddenly bulging as if she had a bomb in her mouth with five seconds left on the detonator clock.
"It's a good thing he's out of town," Ororo laughed.
"He'll know you were in there," Kitty warned, giving Jean an upside-down disapproving glare.
"Enjoy your life while you still have it," Rogue toasted the air in Jean's direction before she drank.
"Oh, he'll yell and growl, but he'll be picturing me naked the whole time," she snickered.
The rec room erupted in laughter. It was no secret Logan had a strong attraction to Jean.
"Are you ever gonna let him take you to bed," Ororo asked slyly, her silver-white hair falling out of the bun Kitty had twisted it into.
"I don't like him like that," she muttered.
"She wants to," Betsy shouted needlessly. "Look at her face!"
"Slow down there, BetsyBoop," Kitty hiccuped.
"I think she's scared," Storm teased.
"What do I have to be scared of?"
"Tell me, Roro," Betsy hobbled over on her knees, whispering with Storm like teenagers.
"Conspiracy," Rogue made cat claws with her fingers.y," Jean threw a pillow at the two gossip mongers, hitting Betsy in the back of the head."Hey!"
"I don't blame her, poor girl," Betsy tutted, taking a drink from the beer on the coffee table.
"Why," Jean demanded.
"You're a control freak, hon."
Kitty pulled the sucker from her mouth with an audible 'pop' just to make a whip cracking sound, wrist movement and all.
"Are you calling me a prude?"
"Well...you like to be in control," Ororo continued, her gentle tone conflicted with the amusement in her dark eyes.
"On top," Betsy laughed, whacking her head on Rogue's booted foot.
"Just because he gets to you like no other, you can't keep turning him down. He may be wild, but he is also just a man."
"They've got ah point, Jeannie," Rogue pointed out.
"Am I cold," she asked curiously.
The four women gave each other loaded glances.
"You shut him down awful quick," Rogue admitted.
"He could be big, and that would definitely be scary," Betsy grinned lopsidedly.
Kitty and Rogue covered their ears, groaning as if the older women wanted to give them 'The Talk'. However, Jean's distraught expression became a wicked grin, trying to hide it with a dainty sip from the bottle.
"Jean, tell!" Betsy demanded, slapping her hands over Kitty's already covered ears.
"He cornered me the afternoon he left."
"And?"
"Kissed me," she shrugged.
"Yeah," Ororo and Betsy were leaning forward, eyes glittering for juicy dirt.
"Backed me up against the wall and-he was very excited," she almost purred.
"Impressive?"
"Ohyeah."
"Then what ARE you waiting for?"
"Cause I can," she laughed.
"Jean, c'mon," Betsy rolled her eyes.
"I'll screw him as soon as he comes home, okay?"
"YES!"
The front door opened, and the girls all scrambled for the rec room door.
"Awwww, it's just the guys," Kitty pouted.
"Love you too, Kitty," St. John taunted in return, giving his lighter a flick.
Kurt, Warren, Bobby, and St. John muscled their way into the room uninvited.
"Is this what your movie nights always turn into? Where's the movies, anyway? I thought you were going to watch The Way We Were and swoon over Hubble," Bobby looked around, pausing as everyone stared at him strangely. "What?"
"We were hoping to get Jean laid," Betsy snuggled into Warren's side.
"She needs it," Warren replied with a snicker.
"Okay, boys out," Jean gave them all a mental nudge.
"Hey!"
"We saw Logan on our way home," Kurt smiled as they gave up and left with some dignity intact.
"Oooooh," the girls looked to Jean.
"What," she squirmed in her seat.
"You said you would."
"Kurt is just messing with me, pass the bottle."
They went back to drinking, only a few minutes passed as the deafening rumble of Logan's motorcycle met their ears.
"Oh no," Jean slouched in her seat, covering her face with both hands.
"Loosen up those buttons-" Betsy sang, pulling her tank top strap off for emphasis.
"Jean's gonna get it now!"
"Literally," they chorused, falling over themselves with tipsy giggles.
"What you ladies doin'?"
They all grinned like cats that got the canary...all except Jean, who regarded Logan with a cool expression.
"Is that my tequila?"
They all pointed to Jean, whose mouth dropped open as she tried to look shocked. He scowled, striding right up to the redhead.
"So...you like being in my bedroom," he smirked.
Jean was speechless, swallowing hard. The girls made silent, and very suggestive gestures behind Logan's back.
"If yer gonna drink my stash, ya could at least invite me to drink it with ya."
"Please do," they chorused like little annoying drunk girls Jean would strangle later on when she had the chance.
He grabbed Jean's arm, hauling her out of the chair so he could sit down, then yanked her down on his lap.
"Here," she passed him the bottle, getting a wink from him.
"Ah'm...gonna take Kitty to bed," Rogue smiled, getting up from the couch.
"Night," the older Mutants called as Rogue dragged Kitty and her sucker from the room.
"Now that the kiddos are gone," Logan grinned, running his fingers underneath Jean's shirt.
She shifted on his lap, grinding her ass into his crotch, smiling as she heard him grunt.
"Hand it over," Ororo held out her hand for the bottle, Logan leaned forward and pressed himself back against Jean, snaking his arm around her waist.
"What are ya up to," he muttered into her ear, so quietly the other two couldn't hear.
"Want to go upstairs and find out," she smiled.
"Yer drunk."
"Two shots, that's all I had," Jean promised.
"If she were drunk, things would be flying all over the place," Betsy waved her beer around with a grin. And with that little statement, Betsy launched into how she and Jean got drunk for the first time, nearly killing each other with their hijinks.
"I just needed to loosen up," Jean interrupted before Betsy could get to Jean and her dirty limerick about Logan. The redhead had made it up when she was only seventeen, and wanted it to stay back there, hidden away.
Betsy shrugged and told Ororo, who looked at Jean with renewed respect in a mind that depraved.
"You've turned me down so many times, I think I should do the same to ya," he took a large swig of the bottle.
"I deserve it," she admitted.
"You really want me," Logan stated, his eyes glinting dangerously as he sat back in the chair.
"Yes."
"Act like it," he challenged.
Jean leaned against his chest, giving him a warm wet kiss. Storm and Betsy stared as Jean bit Logan's earlobe, sucking a spot on his neck.
"You want some privacy?"
"Don't really care," Logan growled with a distracted tone, his hand kneading Jean's thigh as his mouth dropped open from her cool hand slipping inside his open shirt.
"Bets, I think we should-" Storm trailed off as she hauled the telepath to her feet.
"I can't look away."
"Well try," Ororo chuckled.