Scott's drunk, don't miss this one!!!!!!!




"I think not," Scott said as he motioned to the sleeping Marie. "Wouldn't want to wake her now, would we?" he laughed drunkenly.
"Jean, Scott, congratulations," Logan said cheerfully as he saw the wedding rings.
"Thanks old buddy, old pal!" Scott laughed, leaning heavily on Jean for support.
"Jeannie, why is Scott drunk?" Logan asked, eying the 'fearless leader' who was the 'moral perfect person' of the X-Men team. Jean just laughed and whispered "He found out that we are having a boy, and that you came home. He thought that it was cause to celebrate, a bit too much,"
"I like Scotty boy like this!" Logan whispered as a VEEEEEEEEEEEEERY drunk Scott started whining to Jean "They are all wrapped up in each others arms, just one kiss? Please, please, please JEANIE POO?" Scott leaned in for a kiss and fell down the stairs with a loud OOF! "Yeah, I could definitely get used to this!" Logan could barely contain his laughter, but immediately hushed when Marie stirred in his arms.
"We had better get going," Jean sighed as she went to collect her very drunk husband from the stairs he was foolishly trying to climb.
"Jean, have him drink lotsa water and shit," he whispered as she closed the door to his room, "it helps with the hangover" (i have no idea if this is true so i made it up, 4give me!!!)
As Jean and Scott finally made their way to their room, Logan turned his attention to the figure curled up in his arms. "You fit so nicely there," he whispered to Marie, knowing she couldn't hear him. "And you are so beautiful, so sweet, so everything," he sighed, not wanting to become lovesick. He studied her, her face, her hair, her body. His eyes finally came to rest on her arms. Seeing slight scratches at her wrists and arms, he took them in his hands, felt her wrists, where the arteries were. "Fuck," he whispered as he saw the white scars on her pale skin. The straight and long white scars that slit across the main arteries, in both her hands. "Holy fucking god damn SHIT!" he cried in a soft voice when he saw and felt how deep the cuts had been. Then he noticed the very very very faint scent of blood. Marie's blood.