Jubilee comes closer to me and stops openly staring at me. I hope that my cunning disguise will fool her like it did Remy. Unfortunately Remy was drunk and Jubilee has seen me often enough to easily recognize me. Her eyes widen in obvious disbelief at seeing me in street clothes.
"Victor Creed, what the heck are you doing?," she asks. She seems a little nervous but not particularly frightened. Still she probably knows that Logan would cheerfully kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on her. Though she doesn't realize it she is in no danger from me today. Next time we meet I will of course do my best to kill her. Still I must admit to a small degree of fondness for her.
"Well I've just been to the cinema and now I'm going ta the mall. Maybe afterwards I'll go to the park. Oh and I've been sharing a few drinks with Remy. He gave me a playing card," I say in my least growl-like voice.
Her elegant eyebrows raise and she gives a small chuckle. Then she does a double-take as she realizes that I'm being candid with her. Well when you're accustomed to someone being a murderous sociopath it must be hard to think of them as anything else.
"What's happened to you Sabretooth and why haven't you tried to kill me yet?," she asks.
"I'm spending a day doing normal things like other humans and mutants. I'm not killing anyone today either so yer quite safe. If I wanted ya dead ya would be in little pieces all over the place by now," I say and give her a friendly smile.
"Well I find it hard to believe. Maybe I ought to tag along with you to make sure you don't do anything too feral," she says.
"Well I don't see why not. It will be worth it just ta imagine the runt's face if he knew the truth," I say. We both laugh at the thought.
"I suppose I'd better have a shower before I see Wolvie as well to get rid of your scent," she says.
"You call him Wolvie? I'll have ta remember that fer our next fight," I say wryly.
"Well come on then Vic. You can carry my shopping for me," says Jubilee. Then she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes and I find myself helpless to resist her. There just seems something special about her and I can understand why the runt's so attached to her. For a moment I find myself wishing that I had a Jubilee all of my own. I must be going soft in my old age. Thinking about it I must be since I've lived for a hundred years. Still I've certainly retained my youthful good lucks.
For the next two hours I find myself dragged in and out of various shops looking at clothes, CDs, videos, candy and sundry other consumer goods. A fair amount of things are purchased as well and I find out about her Platinum card. The X-Men really must be crazy to allow her one of those.