"You left him with her!?!?" Jean screamed.
"Well, he had no objections to staying with her."
"I imagine that being with her would be less embarrassing than being around Jean, Betsy and Rogue." Cyke could barely hold back his giggle. "I mean, he's probably afraid that you'll try and dress him in doll clothes or something." Then he couldn't hold back his laughter any more. "Picture Logan in doll clothes."
They all laughed imagining Logan dressed like various versions of a Ken doll.
In the midst of their laughter Cyke burst out, "Imagine Logan dressed like Little Bo Peep from Toy Story." The laughter stopped and all eyes turned a quirking brow to Cyke.
"Now why would we wan' to 'magine somet'ing like dat?"
Cyke caughed into his hand. "Oh, no, I guess not. Of course not. Yes Hank, why is it you left Logan in Jubilee's care again?"
"She's only a teenager. With him in this condtion it's like leaving her with a child." Jean said.
"Logan is as far from a child as anyone can get." Betsy said. "If anyone knows how to take care of Logan, Jubilee does. She's done it before after all."
"What harm could she possibly do to him?" Hank asked.
Everyone looked at him for a beat. Hank seemed to catch on.
"We must find them both immediately!"
***
Jubilee sat down at the farthest booth of the restaurant. Hopefully for her and Wolvie, the place was desert right now. Wolverine had insisted that he needed to eat, and have a beer. Jubilee, not willing to seem like arguing with her coat, didn't try to disuade him. So they had headed to that snack-bar on their way back at the mansion.
"What d'you want, Wolvie? Steak, rare, and a beer?" she wispered, making sure the waitress was busy elsewhere.
Wolverine climbed up the pocket in which he was hiden and settled down beside Jubes on the bench, between her and the wall.
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"And how am I suppose to order a beer? Maybe you forgot, or I look, like bigger to you, but I'm not legal yet," she pointed out.
"Get me a beer or..."
That's when the waitress came to take Jubilee's order. So she asked for her meal (french fries and Coke) and Logan's (steak, rare). The waitress eyes her funny, but didn't comment until Jubes asked for a beer.
" I won't touch it. It recalls me of my dad." Jubilee made the saddiest face she could. "We were used to go for a snack, and he would always have a beer... and then, he died..." Jubilee ranted so well that the waitress accepted to *put* a glass of beer on *her* table at the condition that she would *not* touch it. She went to get the orders.
"Thanks, kid," came the voice beside Jubilee.
"Don't worry, Wolvie. I'll find a way for you to repay me. Actually, I could think of many right now..."
The waitress came back with the Coke and the the beer she put at the far end of the table, with a strong warning to not touch it.
Of course, as soon as the waitress returned to the kitchen, Wolverine was jumping under the table and climbing the opposite bench, headed for the brew.
Looking around and sure that no one could see him, Logan jumped then on the table. Right, the glass was even taller than himself.
"How will you drink it?" asked Jubilee. She hadn't thought of it.
"Hold the glass, kid," he ordered.
Now what. But there was no time to argue, that waitress could come back any second.
"Whatever it is you plan, do it fast, kay?" And she held the glass.
Wolverine grabbed the edge of the glass and pull himself up. At first, he only succeeded to get his face covered with the brew on top of the beer. But then, he kept his head under the surface, and got nice long gulps.
What neither of them had expected, was that at his small size, the alcohol would hit Logan's metabolism that hard. Two minutes later, Wolverine was as drunk as he couldn't remember. Loosing his grip on the edge of the glass, he dove in, head first.
Jubilee grabbed him by the feet and, sure that he was alive, hide him in her pocket.
The waitress came out of the kitchen at that moment, and placed the meal in front of Jubes. She eyed the glass of beer and seemed satisfied.
"Wooooooman.... of the laaaaaaaaaand...... woooooooohooooooohoooooooman....." came the singing voice from Jubes' pocket.
"what's that sound?" the waitress asked.
"Huh, what did you say?" Jubes stalled her fast.
"I think, I think it's singing. Really bad singing."
"Oh that. It's a recording of my father. He used to sing it when he got nostalgic. You know the weird stuff old folks do, especially when they're plastered." She said that last as a whisper and finished it with a wink.
"I guess you really miss the old guy, huh?"
"yeah. It's..." Then she pretended to start crying.
"I'll just leave you alone for a while, kay?"
Jubes nodded. The waitress waited till Jubes had buried her sobbing head in her hands before she reached for the glass of beer.
There was a muffled yell from Jubes's pocket. Jubes just sobbed all the louder.
As soon as the waitress was gone, Jubes looked down into her pocket. "You'd better behave or you're gonna get us both in trouble."
But when she looked in he was asleep. Snoring like a lumberjack and out cold. Jubes breathed a sigh of relief. "Waitress! Can I get a doggy bag?"
"Well, he had no objections to staying with her."
"I imagine that being with her would be less embarrassing than being around Jean, Betsy and Rogue." Cyke could barely hold back his giggle. "I mean, he's probably afraid that you'll try and dress him in doll clothes or something." Then he couldn't hold back his laughter any more. "Picture Logan in doll clothes."
They all laughed imagining Logan dressed like various versions of a Ken doll.
In the midst of their laughter Cyke burst out, "Imagine Logan dressed like Little Bo Peep from Toy Story." The laughter stopped and all eyes turned a quirking brow to Cyke.
"Now why would we wan' to 'magine somet'ing like dat?"
Cyke caughed into his hand. "Oh, no, I guess not. Of course not. Yes Hank, why is it you left Logan in Jubilee's care again?"
"She's only a teenager. With him in this condtion it's like leaving her with a child." Jean said.
"Logan is as far from a child as anyone can get." Betsy said. "If anyone knows how to take care of Logan, Jubilee does. She's done it before after all."
"What harm could she possibly do to him?" Hank asked.
Everyone looked at him for a beat. Hank seemed to catch on.
"We must find them both immediately!"
***
Jubilee sat down at the farthest booth of the restaurant. Hopefully for her and Wolvie, the place was desert right now. Wolverine had insisted that he needed to eat, and have a beer. Jubilee, not willing to seem like arguing with her coat, didn't try to disuade him. So they had headed to that snack-bar on their way back at the mansion.
"What d'you want, Wolvie? Steak, rare, and a beer?" she wispered, making sure the waitress was busy elsewhere.
Wolverine climbed up the pocket in which he was hiden and settled down beside Jubes on the bench, between her and the wall.
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"And how am I suppose to order a beer? Maybe you forgot, or I look, like bigger to you, but I'm not legal yet," she pointed out.
"Get me a beer or..."
That's when the waitress came to take Jubilee's order. So she asked for her meal (french fries and Coke) and Logan's (steak, rare). The waitress eyes her funny, but didn't comment until Jubes asked for a beer.
" I won't touch it. It recalls me of my dad." Jubilee made the saddiest face she could. "We were used to go for a snack, and he would always have a beer... and then, he died..." Jubilee ranted so well that the waitress accepted to *put* a glass of beer on *her* table at the condition that she would *not* touch it. She went to get the orders.
"Thanks, kid," came the voice beside Jubilee.
"Don't worry, Wolvie. I'll find a way for you to repay me. Actually, I could think of many right now..."
The waitress came back with the Coke and the the beer she put at the far end of the table, with a strong warning to not touch it.
Of course, as soon as the waitress returned to the kitchen, Wolverine was jumping under the table and climbing the opposite bench, headed for the brew.
Looking around and sure that no one could see him, Logan jumped then on the table. Right, the glass was even taller than himself.
"How will you drink it?" asked Jubilee. She hadn't thought of it.
"Hold the glass, kid," he ordered.
Now what. But there was no time to argue, that waitress could come back any second.
"Whatever it is you plan, do it fast, kay?" And she held the glass.
Wolverine grabbed the edge of the glass and pull himself up. At first, he only succeeded to get his face covered with the brew on top of the beer. But then, he kept his head under the surface, and got nice long gulps.
What neither of them had expected, was that at his small size, the alcohol would hit Logan's metabolism that hard. Two minutes later, Wolverine was as drunk as he couldn't remember. Loosing his grip on the edge of the glass, he dove in, head first.
Jubilee grabbed him by the feet and, sure that he was alive, hide him in her pocket.
The waitress came out of the kitchen at that moment, and placed the meal in front of Jubes. She eyed the glass of beer and seemed satisfied.
"Wooooooman.... of the laaaaaaaaaand...... woooooooohooooooohoooooooman....." came the singing voice from Jubes' pocket.
"what's that sound?" the waitress asked.
"Huh, what did you say?" Jubes stalled her fast.
"I think, I think it's singing. Really bad singing."
"Oh that. It's a recording of my father. He used to sing it when he got nostalgic. You know the weird stuff old folks do, especially when they're plastered." She said that last as a whisper and finished it with a wink.
"I guess you really miss the old guy, huh?"
"yeah. It's..." Then she pretended to start crying.
"I'll just leave you alone for a while, kay?"
Jubes nodded. The waitress waited till Jubes had buried her sobbing head in her hands before she reached for the glass of beer.
There was a muffled yell from Jubes's pocket. Jubes just sobbed all the louder.
As soon as the waitress was gone, Jubes looked down into her pocket. "You'd better behave or you're gonna get us both in trouble."
But when she looked in he was asleep. Snoring like a lumberjack and out cold. Jubes breathed a sigh of relief. "Waitress! Can I get a doggy bag?"