Marie decided that Logan's session with the Professor should be finishing soon and that she may as well go meet him outside Xavier's office.
"He won't mind" she said to herself with a smirk as she pulled on her new black leather gloves and headed out of her room to find Logan.
Marie was about to sit herself in the comfortable arm chairs outside of the Professors office when she heard singing coming from the room. Shaking her head in disbelief she took a cautious step towards the office door.
"How do you do young Willie McBride, do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, and rest for a while beneath the warm..."
Deciding she wasn't imagining the singing, Marie opened the door slowly and peeked her head in. What she saw left her jaw hanging low. There sitting on the couch beneath the bookcase was Logan, and an empty bottle of rum on the end table next to him. Opposite the coffee table was Professor Xavier, with an empty glass and a half empty bottle of scotch. Both we're droning out the slow melody into the quiet office.
"...I see by your gravestone you were only 19, when you joined the great fall-in in 1916, I hope you died well and I hope you died clean, or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene..."
As Marie watched in amazement the unlikely duo continued their slow drunken dirge. Despite the oddness of the situation, Marie couldn't help wonder if Logan liked to sing.
By time the pair finished their rendition Logan looked up and locked eyes with Marie. He beamed a broad drunken smile.
"Hey darlin'. We we're just about to pack it in" said Logan slurring quietly. "Didn't 'spect you to come pick me up".
"You boys look like you're having fun" said Marie as she stepped into the Professors line of sight. "But Professor I don't recognize this form of therapy" she asked innocently to a grinning Xavier.
"My dear Rogue, I tailor my therapy techniques to each individual" he said managing not to trip over his words.
"And you thought the 'get Logan plastered and sing' technique would be the best choice?" she said barely able to hold in her giggles.
"It was either this or go to a local bar and provoke a fight with some delinquent youths. But sadly many local bars aren't wheelchair accessible" he replied with a deep chuckle.
At this Logan slumped back into the couch and let out a long deep laugh. "Don' worry Chuck. I'm sure next time we can go find some bad guys to roll" said Logan trying to catch his breath.
Marie noticed the tears of laughter rolling down Logan's cheek and realized perhaps the Professor's therapy had some merit.
"Roll, Logan? Was that some subtle jab at my wheelchair?" said the Professor in a serious tone that may have given off the impression of being offended if it weren't for the schoolboy grin plastered across his cheeks.
"You're in a wheelchair?" asked Logan in an equally serious voice as he locked eyes with the Professor. Both men maintained the eye contact until the both broke down sniggering.
"It truly is good to see you again Logan" said the Professor genially.
"And it was nice meeting you" replied Logan with a smirk.
"I think I'm going to leave you two to your bonding" said Marie as she made her way to the door. "If you're not back by five Logan I'll snag us some steaks from the kitchen" she said as she departed the room leaving Logan and the Professor to themselves.
AN: Another dialog, but I actually had fun writing this one. The song sung by Logan and Xavier is called The Green Fields of France, which is a sort of anti-war song about WW1. For alcohol enthusiasts out there Xavier was drinking Glenlivet 18 and Logan was drinking Cruzan Aged Rum. Personally I think this chapter came off a tad 'spontaneous musical episode'.