Would You Hire This Guy? Part3
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours, not even marvel knows what's going on sometimes.
For those of you reading our other fics, relax they're coming. We would like this Christmas fic to be finished by Christmas. Your patience is appreciated.
Logan walked back into the agency, his job counselor looked up from her desk and gives him a wave to come into her office.
"I had a feeling you would be back Mr. Logan," the counselor said smugly, still looking over papers.
"Why is that?" growled Logan.
"Because they usually do, but I must say you lasted longer than most."
"I usually do," Logan gave her a lopsided grin, sitting at her desk.
She shakes her head and said, "well what can I do for you?"
"I want the exotic dancing job."
"Are you qualified?"
"Excuse me, this isn't rocket science you know," said Logan, getting annoyed.
"Yes I do realize this but, there is certain criteria that must be met," said the counselor, giving Logan her full attention now.
"Like?" said Logan raising an eyebrow at her.
The counselor sat back in her chair and said, "Take off your shirt,"
"Excuse me?"
"Take of you shirt, I have to make sure you have the body for this."
"Ok" said Logan shaking his head and unbuttoning his flannel shirt, exposing his well-built physique.
The job counselor walked around Logan several times, the way a shark circles his prey, nodding as she went. After a few moments of observing Logan's chest and ass, she started to speak.
"Well first you'll have to cut out those candies you have stuck to your face."
"Grrrrr... I forgot about those."
"Ok, you got it Mr. Logan, be at Heaven's on third and seventh tomorrow at 7:00 sharp."
"Ok great, you really know how to make a person feel like a piece of meat ya know," said Logan leaving the office.
"Oh I forgot to mention. You will need a stage name, music and an outfit. Also there will be a prize for the best performance so I recommend you practice."
* * *
5 minutes after Logan left another man walked into the agency. The job counselor saw him standing near the front desk looking around for assistance. Her secretary had gone for lunch so she went out to help him.
"Can I help you," asked the counselor.
"I need to make a few dollars fast," said the man.
The counselor looked at the man up and down and said, " I have the perfect job for you. Come in I need some information."
* * *
Logan closed the door to his room and locked it. Then set about getting to the business at hand. He already had a full-length mirror propped against the wall, that he had borrowed it from the girls changing room. Then he started rifling through the dozen or so CDs that Jubilee had lent him.
"Gotta find just the right song" he mused.
"Ah here's one called 'Stronger' by Brittany Spears, that sounds like my kind of song"
Logan started playing his stereo. After a couple of attempts to keep to the beat he found that he just couldn't get into the song.
"No this ain't the one, it sounds like a catholic boys wet dream."
Logan rifled through the CD's, none of them looked like his kinda music but put another one in anyway. He pushed play and stopped to listen for a moment.
"Shake your bon bon, Shake your bon bon," the music played.
"I don't think so," he said pressing stop.
He finally came across a Rob Zombie CD and remembered he had heard some of his stuff and found it had the edge he liked.
"Dragula, excellent choice, I'll just practice to this one, then decide on a final song later."
Facing the mirror in a fighting stance he began to move his shoulders and gyrate his hips to the beat. He looked like he was dancing to ' kung fu fighting', not Dragula.
"Looking good. This will be a cinch." He said impressed with how well he was doing for someone who never danced. Then he started undressing and his ability to keep the beat was lost.
"Damn! How hard can this be? I get undressed everyday!"
When he came to taking his pants off the dancing stopped altogether. He struggled with getting his pants off as he still had his boots on. The pant leg was stuck and he hopped around on one leg until he finally keeled over.
"SHIT!! I have to find some of those Velcro tear away things or else I'll just have to cut the damn clothes off."
* * *
Jean was the first to come into the kitchen. Scott, Warren, Betsy and Bobby were sitting at the table. Bobby whistled at Jean who turned around for them. She definitely missed her calling as a model.
She was wearing a short black dress with a black see through jacket to match.
"Looking good Jean," said Bobby, ignoring Scott who was giving him a dirty look.
Just then Storm and Rogue walked in and Bobby put his hand over his heart. Ororo was wearing a long blue dress that matched her eyes but, it was the amount of cleavage she was showing that got Bobby's attention.
Rogue was wearing a purple cat suit with a black jacket, she showed no skin, but it was the tightness that Bobby appreciated.
"Wow," said Bobby.
"Give it a rest Bobby," said Warren, rolling his eyes.
"Why thank ya, Mr. Drake," said Rogue.
"So where are you girls off to tonight, looking like this?" Bobby asked.
"We girls decided we needed to unwind after all that Christmas shopping" Jean replied
"Can we come too?" asked Warren
*Giggles *
"I guess not"
* * *
Not wanting to miss a moment of the performances, the girls had arrived at the club early. The waitress gave them their drinks and went off to serve other people. All of a sudden, the lights went down and a loud announcer blared over the PA system that the Canucklehead would be performing in 10 seconds. Then the song 'I like it, I love it, I want some more of it" started to play.
"That's something Logan would call himself," said Rogue laughing.
"Could you imagine Logan in a place like this," said Jean laughing herself.
The two X-women were laughing so much they didn't notice the performer on stage, but Storms mouth fell open when she saw him.
"He has a thing about dancin', I guess it ain't manly enough," said Rogue.
"Logan was never the dancin' type," Jean turned to Storm, who had been tapping her on the shoulder, "What Ororo?"
Storm pointed to the stage, Rogue and Jean turned to see what Storm was pointing to. Rogue, who was taking a sip of her drink, spit it out and hit the lady in front of her, who turned to glare at her.
"Ah'm sorry,"
Jean blinked several times, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her.
"Oh my," said Jean, taking a huge gulp of her drink.
There was Logan. Dressed as a Lumberjack or a beaver trapper, the girls couldn't tell which. The music was pumping and the lights were spinning and strobing, giving him a movie star presence as he sauntered down the stage like a natural.
At first, his dance movements were almost immperseivable. But as the cheering and attention began to take its affect on him he started to get into it. He took a fighting stance, as he had during his practice, and begun to pulsate his hips to the beat of the music and much to the delight of the lady onlookers. Then he started undressing and his presence started to crumble. As he took off his shirt he gave the appearance of someone undergoing electroshock treatment.
"That boy sure cannot dance," said Rogue shaking her head.
The crowd started to lose their enthusiasm until he tore off his pants to expose a maple leaf G-string. At that moment, all memory of the horrible dance was gone as a glorious sight replaced it. A sight the women in the building would remember for the rest of their lives.
"What Logan lacks in dancing ability, he sure makes up for it in...," said Storm.
"Fire power," voiced Rogue.
"That would be it," agreed Storm.
Jean was looking at anything but Logan, they had been friends for years, and she really didn't want to know why Rogue and Storm were fanning themselves with their drink lists. Finally curiosity got the better of her and she peeked.
"Oh my," she said.
Jean got an idea, so she grabbed her cell phone and dialed the mansion.
"Hi sweetie, is Betsy there?"
"Yeah she is, you guys alright?" asks Scott
"Oh yeah, I just need to talk to her for a moment," said Jean trying not to laugh.
"Ok, here she is, I love you honey bun," said Scott.
"I love you too, now put her on the phone NOW!"
* The sound of a phone being passed *
"What's up?" said Betsy.
"You have to get here now," said Jean unable to control her laughing anymore.
"Why? What's up?"
"Get your ass down here now, your gonna love it."
"Ok see ya in a minute, Is this a I have to run or I can walk emergency."
"Run as fast as you can," Jean then hung up the phone and put it her purse, she picked up her drink, gulped it and then turned her attention back to her friends.
Logan lifted his arms in the air and started to shake his body, if the girls didn't know any better they would have sworn he was going into convulsions.
An almost completely naked Wolverine, now free from the awkwardness of undressing to the beat of the music, began to do moves that would have impressed Bruce Lee. Three women from the other side of the stage were actually kicked off the premises for trying to grab the G-string off him and molest him on stage.
Logan raised his eyebrow at the platinum blonde in the front row screaming at him, "I wanna bite your bum," repeatedly.
"And they say I'm the animal," thought Logan.
Rogue was shaking her head in awe, "Now that's what I call a healin' factor sugah."
Storm had a smile plastered on her face and said, "I think I'm in love," but then tried to get the waitress' attention because the girls had finished their 3rd drink in 5 minutes.
Another round of drinks arrived as Betsy approached the table out of breath.
Jean spotted her "How did you get here so fast?"
"Don't ask. Ok where's the emergency?" said Betsy, her purple hair in a ponytail. She was wearing jeans and a light sweater.
Ororo, Rogue and Jean pointed towards the stage, Betsy's eyes focused on what the emergency was and she started chuckling.
"Oh my god, Is it him?" said Betsy laughing.
"You bet it is sugah."
The girls looked at Psylocke for a moment and roared in laughter.
Logan was reaching the finale portion of the song and was on an incredible high from the reception he was receiving. Being in front of an applauding audience can have an intoxicating effect. He was going to go all out. He tore off the G-string and gave the best Michael Flatley impression as he could. He ended his performance in the famous "Lord of the Dance' pose.
"That should be registered as a lethal weapon," said Betsy.
Rogue almost fell backwards in her chair, she was laughing so hard.
Three ladies at the other side of the bar, fainted at the sight on the stage. One elderly lady, who earlier was desperately trying to put money in Wolvie's G-string, was going to require medical attention immediately.
As Logan was about to leave the stage, he noticed a table with a group of women whooping it up more than the rest. He instantly recognized them to be his fellow female teammates. His heart sank as he realized he had been caught AGAIN.
Standing there in his 'altogether' he could see the women waving and making hand gestures to him. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying to him through all the noise but he assumed that Rogue and Storm must have gone fishing today. It looked to him like they were trying to tell him 'I caught a fish THIS BIG' with their hand gestures. 'I wish they had asked me to go fishin' with them' he thought as he exited the stage.
* * *
The very drunk X-women downed yet another round of drinks as a loud voice filled the bar.
"All right ladies for your viewing pleasure, 'Ace of Hearts' is back after being off the circuit for a while. Here he is, let's make some noise," bellowed the voice from the PA system.
All of a sudden, the lights dimmed and the spotlight was on a tall man on the stage in a business suit, and he was holding a hat over his face.
"Hey he's kinda cute," said Rogue.
"How can you tell we can't see his face?" said Betsy, slamming back another drink.
"Nobody said I was lookin' at his face," said Rogue matter of factly.
"Don't let Remy hear you say that," said Jean, motioning for the waitress to come back.
"I can look ya know," said Rogue.
"But not touch," said Betsy, Jean and Ororo at the same time and then started laughing.
"Aw shut up and just watch the show," said Rogue, slightly annoyed.
The song 'Fantasy' started to play.
The performer on stage started to dance to the music. Unlike the previous dancer, this guy definitely had the sultry art of removing his clothes down to a science. Every movement he made only accentuated his masculine prowess.
He tossed the hat in the air and it landed on his head, to reveal a mask on his face.
The ladies started to scream as he pulled his coat down his shoulders slowly, moving his hips to the music. When he got his jacket off he tossed it to the side of the stage. He sauntered to the front of the stage giving all the ladies a sexy smile.
"No way, is it?" said a shocked Betsy, turning to Jean.
"Yeah it is," said Jean, grinning from ear to ear.
"Who is it?" asked Ororo.
"You'll see," said Jean, who was laughing with Betsy.
The man unbuttoned his shirt, and like the jacket it he let it fall off his shoulders, spinning it on his finger before tossing it off to the side. He ripped off his pants, to the delight of the ladies, they screamed even louder. The man on stage continued to sway his hips, driving the women in the front wild. As the women stuffed money in his g-string and he would give them a sexy smile that would make them go even wilder.
"Ah Know that body," said Rogue
As the song ended, the man peeled off his mask to expose his real identity.
"REMY ETIENE LEBEAU, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" screamed Rogue.
Remy just smiled and gave a guilty shrug and a wave to the table of X-women. Then he exited the stage, knowing he was going to get an earful from Rogue.
After a brief interlude, the announcer's voice fills the bar once more.
"Well ladies, the judges votes are in and it seems we have a tie. We will need your help it deciding tonight's winner. We will have both finalists on stage for a pose down and you, the audience, will choose the winner. The finalists are the Canucklehead an the Ace of Hearts"
"Oh my Goddess! We have to choose between the two?" Storm asked
"Well ah know who I'm votin' for." Said Rogue standing up trying to get a better view of the stage as the two men reappeared.
Logan and Remy stood on the stage and glared at each other. At the same time they spoke "The agency?" Then they both nodded, the irony of the situation not lost on them.
The song 'I'm too sexy' started to play and the contest began. Both men began flexing and posing to the screams and whistles filling the room. Both men intent on being voted the better man.
Ok readers the truth is that with two authors, one prefers Remy and the other prefers Logan. We DO have a tie vote on who should win. We have decided to let you decide this for us. Please cast your vote as well as tell if you like the story.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours, not even marvel knows what's going on sometimes.
For those of you reading our other fics, relax they're coming. We would like this Christmas fic to be finished by Christmas. Your patience is appreciated.
Logan walked back into the agency, his job counselor looked up from her desk and gives him a wave to come into her office.
"I had a feeling you would be back Mr. Logan," the counselor said smugly, still looking over papers.
"Why is that?" growled Logan.
"Because they usually do, but I must say you lasted longer than most."
"I usually do," Logan gave her a lopsided grin, sitting at her desk.
She shakes her head and said, "well what can I do for you?"
"I want the exotic dancing job."
"Are you qualified?"
"Excuse me, this isn't rocket science you know," said Logan, getting annoyed.
"Yes I do realize this but, there is certain criteria that must be met," said the counselor, giving Logan her full attention now.
"Like?" said Logan raising an eyebrow at her.
The counselor sat back in her chair and said, "Take off your shirt,"
"Excuse me?"
"Take of you shirt, I have to make sure you have the body for this."
"Ok" said Logan shaking his head and unbuttoning his flannel shirt, exposing his well-built physique.
The job counselor walked around Logan several times, the way a shark circles his prey, nodding as she went. After a few moments of observing Logan's chest and ass, she started to speak.
"Well first you'll have to cut out those candies you have stuck to your face."
"Grrrrr... I forgot about those."
"Ok, you got it Mr. Logan, be at Heaven's on third and seventh tomorrow at 7:00 sharp."
"Ok great, you really know how to make a person feel like a piece of meat ya know," said Logan leaving the office.
"Oh I forgot to mention. You will need a stage name, music and an outfit. Also there will be a prize for the best performance so I recommend you practice."
* * *
5 minutes after Logan left another man walked into the agency. The job counselor saw him standing near the front desk looking around for assistance. Her secretary had gone for lunch so she went out to help him.
"Can I help you," asked the counselor.
"I need to make a few dollars fast," said the man.
The counselor looked at the man up and down and said, " I have the perfect job for you. Come in I need some information."
* * *
Logan closed the door to his room and locked it. Then set about getting to the business at hand. He already had a full-length mirror propped against the wall, that he had borrowed it from the girls changing room. Then he started rifling through the dozen or so CDs that Jubilee had lent him.
"Gotta find just the right song" he mused.
"Ah here's one called 'Stronger' by Brittany Spears, that sounds like my kind of song"
Logan started playing his stereo. After a couple of attempts to keep to the beat he found that he just couldn't get into the song.
"No this ain't the one, it sounds like a catholic boys wet dream."
Logan rifled through the CD's, none of them looked like his kinda music but put another one in anyway. He pushed play and stopped to listen for a moment.
"Shake your bon bon, Shake your bon bon," the music played.
"I don't think so," he said pressing stop.
He finally came across a Rob Zombie CD and remembered he had heard some of his stuff and found it had the edge he liked.
"Dragula, excellent choice, I'll just practice to this one, then decide on a final song later."
Facing the mirror in a fighting stance he began to move his shoulders and gyrate his hips to the beat. He looked like he was dancing to ' kung fu fighting', not Dragula.
"Looking good. This will be a cinch." He said impressed with how well he was doing for someone who never danced. Then he started undressing and his ability to keep the beat was lost.
"Damn! How hard can this be? I get undressed everyday!"
When he came to taking his pants off the dancing stopped altogether. He struggled with getting his pants off as he still had his boots on. The pant leg was stuck and he hopped around on one leg until he finally keeled over.
"SHIT!! I have to find some of those Velcro tear away things or else I'll just have to cut the damn clothes off."
* * *
Jean was the first to come into the kitchen. Scott, Warren, Betsy and Bobby were sitting at the table. Bobby whistled at Jean who turned around for them. She definitely missed her calling as a model.
She was wearing a short black dress with a black see through jacket to match.
"Looking good Jean," said Bobby, ignoring Scott who was giving him a dirty look.
Just then Storm and Rogue walked in and Bobby put his hand over his heart. Ororo was wearing a long blue dress that matched her eyes but, it was the amount of cleavage she was showing that got Bobby's attention.
Rogue was wearing a purple cat suit with a black jacket, she showed no skin, but it was the tightness that Bobby appreciated.
"Wow," said Bobby.
"Give it a rest Bobby," said Warren, rolling his eyes.
"Why thank ya, Mr. Drake," said Rogue.
"So where are you girls off to tonight, looking like this?" Bobby asked.
"We girls decided we needed to unwind after all that Christmas shopping" Jean replied
"Can we come too?" asked Warren
*Giggles *
"I guess not"
* * *
Not wanting to miss a moment of the performances, the girls had arrived at the club early. The waitress gave them their drinks and went off to serve other people. All of a sudden, the lights went down and a loud announcer blared over the PA system that the Canucklehead would be performing in 10 seconds. Then the song 'I like it, I love it, I want some more of it" started to play.
"That's something Logan would call himself," said Rogue laughing.
"Could you imagine Logan in a place like this," said Jean laughing herself.
The two X-women were laughing so much they didn't notice the performer on stage, but Storms mouth fell open when she saw him.
"He has a thing about dancin', I guess it ain't manly enough," said Rogue.
"Logan was never the dancin' type," Jean turned to Storm, who had been tapping her on the shoulder, "What Ororo?"
Storm pointed to the stage, Rogue and Jean turned to see what Storm was pointing to. Rogue, who was taking a sip of her drink, spit it out and hit the lady in front of her, who turned to glare at her.
"Ah'm sorry,"
Jean blinked several times, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her.
"Oh my," said Jean, taking a huge gulp of her drink.
There was Logan. Dressed as a Lumberjack or a beaver trapper, the girls couldn't tell which. The music was pumping and the lights were spinning and strobing, giving him a movie star presence as he sauntered down the stage like a natural.
At first, his dance movements were almost immperseivable. But as the cheering and attention began to take its affect on him he started to get into it. He took a fighting stance, as he had during his practice, and begun to pulsate his hips to the beat of the music and much to the delight of the lady onlookers. Then he started undressing and his presence started to crumble. As he took off his shirt he gave the appearance of someone undergoing electroshock treatment.
"That boy sure cannot dance," said Rogue shaking her head.
The crowd started to lose their enthusiasm until he tore off his pants to expose a maple leaf G-string. At that moment, all memory of the horrible dance was gone as a glorious sight replaced it. A sight the women in the building would remember for the rest of their lives.
"What Logan lacks in dancing ability, he sure makes up for it in...," said Storm.
"Fire power," voiced Rogue.
"That would be it," agreed Storm.
Jean was looking at anything but Logan, they had been friends for years, and she really didn't want to know why Rogue and Storm were fanning themselves with their drink lists. Finally curiosity got the better of her and she peeked.
"Oh my," she said.
Jean got an idea, so she grabbed her cell phone and dialed the mansion.
"Hi sweetie, is Betsy there?"
"Yeah she is, you guys alright?" asks Scott
"Oh yeah, I just need to talk to her for a moment," said Jean trying not to laugh.
"Ok, here she is, I love you honey bun," said Scott.
"I love you too, now put her on the phone NOW!"
* The sound of a phone being passed *
"What's up?" said Betsy.
"You have to get here now," said Jean unable to control her laughing anymore.
"Why? What's up?"
"Get your ass down here now, your gonna love it."
"Ok see ya in a minute, Is this a I have to run or I can walk emergency."
"Run as fast as you can," Jean then hung up the phone and put it her purse, she picked up her drink, gulped it and then turned her attention back to her friends.
Logan lifted his arms in the air and started to shake his body, if the girls didn't know any better they would have sworn he was going into convulsions.
An almost completely naked Wolverine, now free from the awkwardness of undressing to the beat of the music, began to do moves that would have impressed Bruce Lee. Three women from the other side of the stage were actually kicked off the premises for trying to grab the G-string off him and molest him on stage.
Logan raised his eyebrow at the platinum blonde in the front row screaming at him, "I wanna bite your bum," repeatedly.
"And they say I'm the animal," thought Logan.
Rogue was shaking her head in awe, "Now that's what I call a healin' factor sugah."
Storm had a smile plastered on her face and said, "I think I'm in love," but then tried to get the waitress' attention because the girls had finished their 3rd drink in 5 minutes.
Another round of drinks arrived as Betsy approached the table out of breath.
Jean spotted her "How did you get here so fast?"
"Don't ask. Ok where's the emergency?" said Betsy, her purple hair in a ponytail. She was wearing jeans and a light sweater.
Ororo, Rogue and Jean pointed towards the stage, Betsy's eyes focused on what the emergency was and she started chuckling.
"Oh my god, Is it him?" said Betsy laughing.
"You bet it is sugah."
The girls looked at Psylocke for a moment and roared in laughter.
Logan was reaching the finale portion of the song and was on an incredible high from the reception he was receiving. Being in front of an applauding audience can have an intoxicating effect. He was going to go all out. He tore off the G-string and gave the best Michael Flatley impression as he could. He ended his performance in the famous "Lord of the Dance' pose.
"That should be registered as a lethal weapon," said Betsy.
Rogue almost fell backwards in her chair, she was laughing so hard.
Three ladies at the other side of the bar, fainted at the sight on the stage. One elderly lady, who earlier was desperately trying to put money in Wolvie's G-string, was going to require medical attention immediately.
As Logan was about to leave the stage, he noticed a table with a group of women whooping it up more than the rest. He instantly recognized them to be his fellow female teammates. His heart sank as he realized he had been caught AGAIN.
Standing there in his 'altogether' he could see the women waving and making hand gestures to him. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying to him through all the noise but he assumed that Rogue and Storm must have gone fishing today. It looked to him like they were trying to tell him 'I caught a fish THIS BIG' with their hand gestures. 'I wish they had asked me to go fishin' with them' he thought as he exited the stage.
* * *
The very drunk X-women downed yet another round of drinks as a loud voice filled the bar.
"All right ladies for your viewing pleasure, 'Ace of Hearts' is back after being off the circuit for a while. Here he is, let's make some noise," bellowed the voice from the PA system.
All of a sudden, the lights dimmed and the spotlight was on a tall man on the stage in a business suit, and he was holding a hat over his face.
"Hey he's kinda cute," said Rogue.
"How can you tell we can't see his face?" said Betsy, slamming back another drink.
"Nobody said I was lookin' at his face," said Rogue matter of factly.
"Don't let Remy hear you say that," said Jean, motioning for the waitress to come back.
"I can look ya know," said Rogue.
"But not touch," said Betsy, Jean and Ororo at the same time and then started laughing.
"Aw shut up and just watch the show," said Rogue, slightly annoyed.
The song 'Fantasy' started to play.
The performer on stage started to dance to the music. Unlike the previous dancer, this guy definitely had the sultry art of removing his clothes down to a science. Every movement he made only accentuated his masculine prowess.
He tossed the hat in the air and it landed on his head, to reveal a mask on his face.
The ladies started to scream as he pulled his coat down his shoulders slowly, moving his hips to the music. When he got his jacket off he tossed it to the side of the stage. He sauntered to the front of the stage giving all the ladies a sexy smile.
"No way, is it?" said a shocked Betsy, turning to Jean.
"Yeah it is," said Jean, grinning from ear to ear.
"Who is it?" asked Ororo.
"You'll see," said Jean, who was laughing with Betsy.
The man unbuttoned his shirt, and like the jacket it he let it fall off his shoulders, spinning it on his finger before tossing it off to the side. He ripped off his pants, to the delight of the ladies, they screamed even louder. The man on stage continued to sway his hips, driving the women in the front wild. As the women stuffed money in his g-string and he would give them a sexy smile that would make them go even wilder.
"Ah Know that body," said Rogue
As the song ended, the man peeled off his mask to expose his real identity.
"REMY ETIENE LEBEAU, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" screamed Rogue.
Remy just smiled and gave a guilty shrug and a wave to the table of X-women. Then he exited the stage, knowing he was going to get an earful from Rogue.
After a brief interlude, the announcer's voice fills the bar once more.
"Well ladies, the judges votes are in and it seems we have a tie. We will need your help it deciding tonight's winner. We will have both finalists on stage for a pose down and you, the audience, will choose the winner. The finalists are the Canucklehead an the Ace of Hearts"
"Oh my Goddess! We have to choose between the two?" Storm asked
"Well ah know who I'm votin' for." Said Rogue standing up trying to get a better view of the stage as the two men reappeared.
Logan and Remy stood on the stage and glared at each other. At the same time they spoke "The agency?" Then they both nodded, the irony of the situation not lost on them.
The song 'I'm too sexy' started to play and the contest began. Both men began flexing and posing to the screams and whistles filling the room. Both men intent on being voted the better man.
Ok readers the truth is that with two authors, one prefers Remy and the other prefers Logan. We DO have a tie vote on who should win. We have decided to let you decide this for us. Please cast your vote as well as tell if you like the story.