Here is chapter nine. Sorry that it's such a short chapter, but the next one will definately be longer. Thanks for all your feedback! It's very encouraging and we really appreciate it!
CHAPTER 9: We Need A Party
Having had enough of tension and gloom and an overall lack of fun, Jubilee decided that they were going to have a pool party. A party with balloons and swimming and a barbecue and everyone in the mansion was going to join in on it whether they liked it or not.
Jean, Storm and Rogue all agreed right away. They felt that everybody was in need of a little relaxation. Remy agreed, of course (Rogue in bathing suit - why the hell wouldn't he show up?). Bobby needed even less convincing (all the X-women in bathing suits - not even Juggernaut could prevent him from attending). Jubilee let Jean deal with Scott, and as for Logan, the promise of a barbecued steak was a good enough reason for joining them. That just left Hank and Tyger.
Naturally, Hank was relunctant to join in. Not only was he leery of the fact that he tended to make a fool of himself whenever he was in Tyger's presence, but he also feared the inevitable injuries he would sustain. But after three straight hours of nagging from both Jubilee and Bobby - Will you come to the party? No. Will you come to the party? NO. Will you come to the party? ARRRGGHH! - he relunctantly gave in as his nerves nearly reached their breaking point. He resolved to stay as far away from Tyger as was possible during the party.
Tyger was now the last one on the list, and Jubilee was very quickly finding her to be the most difficult to recruit. Bobby had abandoned her on the quest (he was still sensitive about the bell incident), so she had to do it alone.
"Doo I havve too wearrr a suuit?"
"Of course you do," replied Jubilee, exasperated. "It's a POOL party! You can't go swimmin' without a suit!"
"I doant knoow how tooo swim."
"I'll teach you! C'mon Tyg, you gotta come! Everyone else is!"
Tyger shuddered. That was the problem. Well, that and the swimsuit. She still wasn't entirely comfortable around the others, and she avoided crowds in general. And even though she typically wore fairly revealing clothes like shorts and tank-tops, that was only because clothing felt irritating when worn over her fur. The bathing suit that Jubilee had picked out for her to wear (with a lot of input from Rogue), was just too revealing.
"Can I jusst wearr a sherrt annd shorrts?"
"Tyger!" cried Jubilee, throwing her arms up in the air. "Just wear the suit, pllleeeaaasse!!!"
Tyger sighed inwardly. She didn't want to disappoint her friend.
"Oh kaay," she said, nodding relunctantly.
Jubilee brightened visibly. "Alright! The party is about to start, so get ready, 'kay!" and she turned and left Tyger's bedroom.
Tyger sighed audibly this time and turned to stare at the bathing suit lying on her bed. It was a two-piece suit, but it wasn't a string bikini (she would have died from embarassement just thinking about wearing it). Even so, she still didn't like it.
She lightly fingered the slippery, emerald green material and cringed. She had never worn a bathing suit in her life. But I promised, she told herself, and sighed. She stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and tentatively picked up the suit. Then, before she lost her nerve, she put it on quickly. Taking a deep breath, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Too much fur, she thought, and the back feels uncomfortable. Turning around so she could view her back, she quickly realized the problem. With a single extended claw, she tore a modest hole in the seat of the suit and strung her tail through.
Much better, she thought, then turned to face the mirror once again. She still wasn't happy with all the cleavage that the top piece revealed. She went to her bed and put her t-shirt back on. Well, at least I AM wearing the suit - Jubilee can't complain about that can she? She held no belief in that last thought as she grabbed her beach towel and headed out the door.
CHAPTER 9: We Need A Party
Having had enough of tension and gloom and an overall lack of fun, Jubilee decided that they were going to have a pool party. A party with balloons and swimming and a barbecue and everyone in the mansion was going to join in on it whether they liked it or not.
Jean, Storm and Rogue all agreed right away. They felt that everybody was in need of a little relaxation. Remy agreed, of course (Rogue in bathing suit - why the hell wouldn't he show up?). Bobby needed even less convincing (all the X-women in bathing suits - not even Juggernaut could prevent him from attending). Jubilee let Jean deal with Scott, and as for Logan, the promise of a barbecued steak was a good enough reason for joining them. That just left Hank and Tyger.
Naturally, Hank was relunctant to join in. Not only was he leery of the fact that he tended to make a fool of himself whenever he was in Tyger's presence, but he also feared the inevitable injuries he would sustain. But after three straight hours of nagging from both Jubilee and Bobby - Will you come to the party? No. Will you come to the party? NO. Will you come to the party? ARRRGGHH! - he relunctantly gave in as his nerves nearly reached their breaking point. He resolved to stay as far away from Tyger as was possible during the party.
Tyger was now the last one on the list, and Jubilee was very quickly finding her to be the most difficult to recruit. Bobby had abandoned her on the quest (he was still sensitive about the bell incident), so she had to do it alone.
"Doo I havve too wearrr a suuit?"
"Of course you do," replied Jubilee, exasperated. "It's a POOL party! You can't go swimmin' without a suit!"
"I doant knoow how tooo swim."
"I'll teach you! C'mon Tyg, you gotta come! Everyone else is!"
Tyger shuddered. That was the problem. Well, that and the swimsuit. She still wasn't entirely comfortable around the others, and she avoided crowds in general. And even though she typically wore fairly revealing clothes like shorts and tank-tops, that was only because clothing felt irritating when worn over her fur. The bathing suit that Jubilee had picked out for her to wear (with a lot of input from Rogue), was just too revealing.
"Can I jusst wearr a sherrt annd shorrts?"
"Tyger!" cried Jubilee, throwing her arms up in the air. "Just wear the suit, pllleeeaaasse!!!"
Tyger sighed inwardly. She didn't want to disappoint her friend.
"Oh kaay," she said, nodding relunctantly.
Jubilee brightened visibly. "Alright! The party is about to start, so get ready, 'kay!" and she turned and left Tyger's bedroom.
Tyger sighed audibly this time and turned to stare at the bathing suit lying on her bed. It was a two-piece suit, but it wasn't a string bikini (she would have died from embarassement just thinking about wearing it). Even so, she still didn't like it.
She lightly fingered the slippery, emerald green material and cringed. She had never worn a bathing suit in her life. But I promised, she told herself, and sighed. She stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and tentatively picked up the suit. Then, before she lost her nerve, she put it on quickly. Taking a deep breath, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Too much fur, she thought, and the back feels uncomfortable. Turning around so she could view her back, she quickly realized the problem. With a single extended claw, she tore a modest hole in the seat of the suit and strung her tail through.
Much better, she thought, then turned to face the mirror once again. She still wasn't happy with all the cleavage that the top piece revealed. She went to her bed and put her t-shirt back on. Well, at least I AM wearing the suit - Jubilee can't complain about that can she? She held no belief in that last thought as she grabbed her beach towel and headed out the door.