I don't own any of the X men, and I am getting tired of repeating this over
and over again, it's like rubbing salt on a wound.
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The next morning proved uneventful. Sam ate breakfast and growled and grumbled his way through the meal. By dinner time, he was being thoroughly avoided by everyone in the room. Xavier and Ororo had decided to leave to a convention and Logan was left in charge of the young mutants since Hank decided to take a small vacation out in the woods.
Logan grinned, now he wouldn't get in trouble since he was giving a minor a couple of drinks. He figured since Sam was southern he had to have a high tolerance for liquor. The evening proved to be quite interesting
***
After Sam took his first drink, he hiccupped (sign number one), no one knew what he was drinking except Jean. Logan knew she was head over heels in love with him so he just told her to stay quiet, slapped her in the rear and sent her on her way. Jeans face was lit the whole night.
Sam was slightly light headed but began to relax. He began to tell stories of when he was on the farm, most of them not pleasing to the human ear. Logan should have stopped it but found the rather raunchy stories of what Sam saw when he was in his peeping Tom stage amusing.
"And ya'll never believe what that girly was wearin' underneath that dress. She was wearing these ugly ol' orange long johns that had a whole right in her butt. And she was wearin' Tuesday panties on a Friday!" The table was laughing with the exception of Jean and Rogue who were horrified.
After the second beer, he walked over to Rhane, slightly stumbling but she didn't notice, happy to have his attention.
"Hey sugah, wanna dance?" Rhane blushed and got up. Logan put on a c.d. and Sam and Rhane began to dance. Unfortunately, he was doing a jig to a Sean Paul song. Everyone else had been dancing along with them until they saw him put his thumbs into the belt loop and kick his feet out.
The others thought he was just being funny so they joined him. Rhane was laughing while Ashley suspiciously eyed Logan who was snickering at the table, tears falling from his eyes.
Sam than turned around and began to straighten is arms and pulling them up and down. His knees going with the rhythm and bending when his arms bent. Rhane laughed hysterically and began to do it too.
Sam took another swig of beer and began to wobble while slurring his sentences, by this time everyone was too hyper to notice. He remembered a line his mother had used when she wanted his father alone and decided to use it on Rhane.
"My goodness, ahm feelin' faint. Do ya mind helping me to my bedroom dear?" Rhane gave him a look but did as he asked. She wrapped her arms around his waist and helped him up the stairs, at Logan's growl everyone remained in their seats and didn't follow the pair.
Sam leaned heavily on her arm and he lay down on the bed taken her with him. She tried to move but he just pulled her close and threw a leg over her, pinning her down.
"Um, Sam I think you should let me go." Sam mumbled something, falling into unconsciousness and tried to fall asleep, snuggling closer to the warm body next to him. "Sam?"
Sam suddenly remembered one of the commandments, he didn't remember which number, and decided to use it. His drunken mind didn't contemplate the consequences. "Not now Scruffy, Sam needs ta sleep."
He yelped when he felt the first punch, sitting straight up he got another one and was caught off balance. He tumbled out of the bed and cried out when she kicked him in the knee.
"I told you once, and I told you twice, now I'm not sayin' nothing ya drunk hillbilly!" She kicked him again and than left the room, angrily going to her own to cool off.
A little while later, Sam was still on the floor when Logan came in and put him into bed. Logan realized that the commandments weren't working, but a diabolical scheme entered his mind. Usually danger room session were boring, but he decided to amuse himself by changing the timing to the afternoon.
Tomorrow was going to be his best commandment ever. He had a few more to go and he intended to make the remaining time, as memorable as possible. He rubbed his hands together like a fly ready to feed and waited patiently for the next day to arrive. ************************************************************************ I mean no offense to any southerners, I just thought that it would be funny to EXXAGERATE the way cartoons portray 'hillbillies'.
The next morning proved uneventful. Sam ate breakfast and growled and grumbled his way through the meal. By dinner time, he was being thoroughly avoided by everyone in the room. Xavier and Ororo had decided to leave to a convention and Logan was left in charge of the young mutants since Hank decided to take a small vacation out in the woods.
Logan grinned, now he wouldn't get in trouble since he was giving a minor a couple of drinks. He figured since Sam was southern he had to have a high tolerance for liquor. The evening proved to be quite interesting
***
After Sam took his first drink, he hiccupped (sign number one), no one knew what he was drinking except Jean. Logan knew she was head over heels in love with him so he just told her to stay quiet, slapped her in the rear and sent her on her way. Jeans face was lit the whole night.
Sam was slightly light headed but began to relax. He began to tell stories of when he was on the farm, most of them not pleasing to the human ear. Logan should have stopped it but found the rather raunchy stories of what Sam saw when he was in his peeping Tom stage amusing.
"And ya'll never believe what that girly was wearin' underneath that dress. She was wearing these ugly ol' orange long johns that had a whole right in her butt. And she was wearin' Tuesday panties on a Friday!" The table was laughing with the exception of Jean and Rogue who were horrified.
After the second beer, he walked over to Rhane, slightly stumbling but she didn't notice, happy to have his attention.
"Hey sugah, wanna dance?" Rhane blushed and got up. Logan put on a c.d. and Sam and Rhane began to dance. Unfortunately, he was doing a jig to a Sean Paul song. Everyone else had been dancing along with them until they saw him put his thumbs into the belt loop and kick his feet out.
The others thought he was just being funny so they joined him. Rhane was laughing while Ashley suspiciously eyed Logan who was snickering at the table, tears falling from his eyes.
Sam than turned around and began to straighten is arms and pulling them up and down. His knees going with the rhythm and bending when his arms bent. Rhane laughed hysterically and began to do it too.
Sam took another swig of beer and began to wobble while slurring his sentences, by this time everyone was too hyper to notice. He remembered a line his mother had used when she wanted his father alone and decided to use it on Rhane.
"My goodness, ahm feelin' faint. Do ya mind helping me to my bedroom dear?" Rhane gave him a look but did as he asked. She wrapped her arms around his waist and helped him up the stairs, at Logan's growl everyone remained in their seats and didn't follow the pair.
Sam leaned heavily on her arm and he lay down on the bed taken her with him. She tried to move but he just pulled her close and threw a leg over her, pinning her down.
"Um, Sam I think you should let me go." Sam mumbled something, falling into unconsciousness and tried to fall asleep, snuggling closer to the warm body next to him. "Sam?"
Sam suddenly remembered one of the commandments, he didn't remember which number, and decided to use it. His drunken mind didn't contemplate the consequences. "Not now Scruffy, Sam needs ta sleep."
He yelped when he felt the first punch, sitting straight up he got another one and was caught off balance. He tumbled out of the bed and cried out when she kicked him in the knee.
"I told you once, and I told you twice, now I'm not sayin' nothing ya drunk hillbilly!" She kicked him again and than left the room, angrily going to her own to cool off.
A little while later, Sam was still on the floor when Logan came in and put him into bed. Logan realized that the commandments weren't working, but a diabolical scheme entered his mind. Usually danger room session were boring, but he decided to amuse himself by changing the timing to the afternoon.
Tomorrow was going to be his best commandment ever. He had a few more to go and he intended to make the remaining time, as memorable as possible. He rubbed his hands together like a fly ready to feed and waited patiently for the next day to arrive. ************************************************************************ I mean no offense to any southerners, I just thought that it would be funny to EXXAGERATE the way cartoons portray 'hillbillies'.