Like always, I don't own the X-Men… not that I'd really want to ;) I'd be just find owning Gambit by himself. But I don't own him and I can't believe I have to put up with him MIA for 3 months, how cruel is that? Evil Marvel. The story's rated R for drug use (which I don't think should count since the X-Men are getting drugged not by their choice, but hey, better safe than sorry as the saying goes)
Okay, this story was inspired by Gambit is mine damnit's challenge
(in case you forgot):
-At least
2 x-men get drunk
-someone touches rogue
-someone complains about someone's odor
-someone dies
-someone uses a narcotic drug (I.E. crack, heroin, marijuana…)
-solve world hunger somehow (no mary-sue's)
-and it must be damn funny
This is
just the first chapter in many to come so I'll cover all of 'em by the end
(hopefully ;)) Don't forget to tip your
waitress and review the story.
"What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet." - Woody Allen
Logan
took another long drag off of his cuban. Nothing better than sitting at Harry's enjoying a good game on the
tv. He had $50 riding on Denver and
he'd be damned to miss this game. Crime
fighting can wait. Let the Fantastic
Four get off their lazy asses for once and actually do something. Wolverine had a game to watch.
Next
to him, Bobby looked like crap. Another
break up. Talk about bad luck in
love. "I can't understand what I
did wrong this time..." he moaned, placed his forehead on the bar. "I did everything for her, and
still..."
Wolverine
broke his attention away from the screen. "Huh?"
"Why'd
she leave me? What's *wrong* with
me??"
Oh
God, Wolverine thought, I'm going to have to play Drake's therapist aren't
I? Isn't it Gambit's turn?
"There's
nothing wrong you Bobby. It's just bad
luck." He flicked his eyes back to
the game. Damnit! Denver missed the field goal. Tonight was off to a horrible start. And it wasn't going to get any better.
"Bad
luck?" Bobby lifted his head,
stale peanut-bits covering his forehead. "BAD LUCK?!? I haven't had
one relationship that would even be considered anywhere near the healthy
range!!"
"Bad
night honey?"
"Huh?" Bobby turned around. Before him stood one of the most beautiful
women he'd ever seen in his life. Long
black hair framing a soft gentle face. Cool gray eyes batted their long eyelashes at him, calling to him. A giggle leaked from her thick red lips.
"Uh...
um... eh" Bobby was at an utter
loss of words as a blush formed on his face. He was using every bit of strength he had not to focus on the plunging
V-line.
The
lack of noise caught Logan's attention. "Bob- hey, who are you?"
The
woman smiled. "Call me Candy"
she purred.
"Candy,
eh?" The woman nodded and Logan
went on. "As much as Bobby has...
trouble.. with the ladies, your 'services' won't be needed. Understand?" Mmmm... salty peanuts were calling his name.
"No,
I think you miss understood me gentlemen. I'm *not* a whore, sweeties. I'm
just a gal who wants to make the world a better place."
Logan
snorted. Religious freak it is then,
huh? Bobby finally was able to compose
himself. "Uh... a better
place?" Please, he prayed to
himself, tell me she's single. I know
you're there God, give this poor sack of ice a break.
"By
making everyone happy, that's how silly" She fluttered her eyelashes again and she took her long legs and swung
them over the stool, sitting down next to Bobby. She then reached into her bag and pulled out something wrapped in
tinfoil. "Here" she said,
handing the package to Bobby.
"What
*is* it darlin?" Logan growled as Bobby unwrapped it. They both leaned forward as it became clear.
Bobby
looked at her. "Brownies?"
She
giggled. "Sweets make everyone
feel better." She place a quick
kiss on Bobby's cheek before walking away. "Enjoy!" she called over her shoulder, leaving the bar.
Before
Logan could even question what to do with the food, Bobby was already cramping
a 2nd brownie into his mouth. "Hey
Bub, save some for me!"
"Mmm,
Candy must use something else in her cooking, they never taste as good at the
school!" Bobby finished up the
brownie and started working on the 3rd.
Logan nodded. "This does taste different. If Candy ever shows back up will have to ask
her for the recipe."
Next up, Candy finds Gambit & Storm at a nightclub. Remember, it's just the beginning ;) Oh, and if you wanna be super sweet, you could always be a dear and review my other stories ;p