A/N: I planned out 50 of these. I gave all of the ones following this one titles of their own, and each one is connected to one idea I have or another. They just have yet to be written, LOL. But still... you people get 50 drabbles! Awesome, yeah?


29. New Year's.

The night stretches on to impossible hours, even after the New Years countdown in Times Square is broadcast over the television. 1966 is here, and across the globe, there's celebration.

Whoever is old enough to drink alcohol – because Charles refuses to permit anyone too young to get drunk – becomes wasted in moments, and soon the Xavier mansion is a household of bubbling laughter, music blasting from the radio, and cheers mixed with spontaneous displays of affection.

Charles leans into Erik with one arm draped around the other man's shoulder. Raven turns to Hank and cuddles up against his side, talking nonsense in her tipsy state, and Sean and Alex opt to arm wrestle. Emma and Azazel are there, laughing it up with the others, sipping their champagne or beer contentedly, chatting with one another and trying to communicate with Charles, who seems a little too giddy.

"Did you two finally get together?" Emma muses, "Because you both aren't hard to read, my telepathy aside."

Erik is torn between growling at her and laughing, so he winds up making an odd noise with an odd facial expression, immediately detaching himself from Charles' side. "I don't know what you're referring to," he slurs, and Charles makes a scoffing sound.

"Don't try to lie, Erik!" Charles calls out, reaching for Erik's side again. He is terribly smashed. "She can probably reads your mind right now, and knowing you, you're thinking of what we did just last night –"

"Charles!" Raven shouts in his direction over the music. She sloppily presses a finger to her lips. "Shh, none of us wanna hear 'bout it!" And then she drops back down, stretching her body out on the couch, her head in Hank's lap. She rolls her eyes and looks up at him. "Honestly, that man."

Hank flushes and laughs. "Yeah, the Professor can't always control himself when he's drunk. But we still love him."

Emma, meanwhile, is amused beyond all Hell, and Azazel is choking on his drink.

It's a good New Year's, overall, and when they say their resolutions at five in the morning, there is nothing but peace between the eight of them.