Authors Note: Yeah we promised this chapter like a long time ago, but who cares? We don't. And we don't have time. Sure it's summer and we don't have school, but we're just too damned lazy to do any of this stuff. Oh yeah, this chapter we actually have a guest writer joining us. Hotrebel, say hi. Hotrebel: Wazzup!!!!!!! She's a little hyperactive, so don't mind her. If anyone says anything that's out of character, blame her. And if there's any more David-Bashing than normal, blame her too. On with the chapter!!!!!

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"NO Bubbles!" Tara teased her companion.

"Would you stop calling me that!" David whined. The two bickered while the rest of their team stood by and snickered.

"I love that! Lisa, you're such a genius for coming up with that," Krystina gasped between breaths from laughing so much.

"I know, I try," Lisa sighed. The team was currently making fun of their only male member's manifested secondary power, which included making bubbles.

"Could we just forget about this power stuff and go to dinner?" David whined again. (Liz: God he whines a lot. Fire: You called? Liz: You're not God. I thought you were the Devil's assistant. How can you be god? Fire: I just am alright? Heh heh.)

"But it's so fun to pick on you!" Dominique grinned evilly. (Fire: Mwahahahahahahha!!!) "And besides, we need *something* to do." David pouted at her. "Well, you know we could always talk about guys and tampons and stuff…"

"No no!!! That's okay. You can pick on me all you want, just don't say the T word again."

"What?" Lisa said, "Tampon?" David ran away screaming and clutching his head.

"Now look what you made him do. We can't tease him anymore," Tara complained. Lisa sighed as she reluctantly went after him.

Lisa finally met up with David as he entered the mess hall. "Why did you run away, Bubbles? We were having so much fun!" Before David could start to whine, or retort with some smart ass comment (Liz & Fire: Of course we all know he would be whining.) a perky Asian teenager came bouncing over to them. At least he thought she was Asian, it was kind of hard to tell…she must have been drawn by one of those artists who was still making up their mind on that one. All of a sudden, Lisa made this strange squealing noise and bounced into the other girl's arms.

"Jubilee!" she screeched.

"Lisa!!!!!!" the girl who David supposed was named Jubilee, at least that's what he thought he heard Lisa screech. It was hard to tell, his eardrums hadn't fully recovered.

"OhmygodIfoundtheperfecthaircolorforyou!" Jubilee said excitedly.

"Ohmygodareyouserious??"

"Ohmygodyeah!!!!" David stood there in bewilderment. He wondered how those two could possibly understand what the other was saying. (Liz & Fire & Rebel: Ha ha…silly male.)

"Ahem," David pathetically tried to draw attention to himself. Lisa turned around to see what made that pitiful pathetic sound and saw David standing there with his customary expression of bewilderment.

"Oh my gosh, how rude of me!!! Jubilee, this is David, David Jubilation Lee. Of course we all call her Jubilee," Lisa bubbled. (Rebel: NO Bubbles!!!) David kind of stood there, dumbstruck. Jubilee gave David a once over and smiled. "So, have you seen Bobby anywhere?" Lisa asked slyly.

"Eww! Gross!!!" Jubilee complained.

"You know, you and Dominique can have your hairy little Canadian guy," Lisa said. "I prefer sexy white boys." Jubilee looked David over again.

"Never said I didn't like sexy white boys."

"Ew, now who's being gross?" Jubilee and Lisa looked at each other and burst into giggles. David just stood there completely dumbstruck and confused. He had no idea what was going on. (Liz & Fire & Rebel: As usual). He was about to say something (Rebel: probably something moronic) when he felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned around to see who he guessed based on all of lisa's pictures plastered on her wall was either Bobby Drake or Remy LeBeau. He was guessing Bobby because he didn't have those creepy eyes. Bobby motioned for David to say quiet by putting his finger to his lips and held out a glass of what seemed to be unusually cold punch. Holding his own glass, Bobby motioned for David to follow him as he crept up behind the giggling and unsuspecting girls. Holding the glass high above Lisa's head, Bobby mouthed, "One…two…"

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"Is that Wolverine and Cable sitting all by their lonesome selves?" Dominique gasped.

"No shit Sherlock," Tara replied sarcastically.

"Keep diggin' Watson," Dominique retorted. (Rebel: Darn tootin' Fig Newton.) Krystina sighed. She couldn't see the man of her dreams anywhere. She just couldn't see the appeal of the hairy one or the half-metal guy. (Fire: Okay, so I'm wondering. Is he half and half or is he all one way or all the other down South? Liz: That's nasty! Rebel: I'm wondering the same thing. Fire: Well you know. You just gotta wonder.) In Krystina's mind, there was just no comparing them to that sexy Cajun who of course wasn't here. (Liz: Damn!)

Dominique sashayed her way over to Wolverine and Cable's table and slid in the seat across from Logan. "Hey," she smirked. "How's it hangin'?"

"Well since you came over, it's not anymore," he replied with an answering smirk. (Liz: I'd like to say that Fire takes full credit for that one. I would never, ever say anything like that. Okay sure, there was that whipped cream thing…but I would never, ever…heh heh…hanging…I…never mind.) Poor Krystina just sat down and sighed. It must suck when you're not paired up. Good thing she'll get some later.

"H-hey…" Tara said as she sat down across from Cable. "Have you ever handled a 30 odd 6…?" And thus commenced a heated discussion about guns.

Dom (Fire: From now on, that's my new name. Liz: can't we just call you d? Fire: *smack* I am not a letter!) smiled as Wolverine began feeling a foot climbing higher and higher up his leg. Dom kept grinning at him. Finally catching on (one too many Danger Room exercises here) he grinned back and began doing his own form of undertable antics. (Liz: What did he do? Fire: *shakes head* I'm not telling. Rebel: Go Fire!!!!)

Conversation was getting pretty interesting at the table when all of a sudden, something whizzed past Krystina's face and hit Tara in the side of the head. "What the—" she yelled. It began oozing down her face. "All right who the hell threw that?!" she yelled standing up, her hands turning into a pair of .45s. Before anyone could answer, the table is bombarded with various different foods.

"FOOD FIGHT!!!" someone yelled.

And it was sooo on.