Part II: Lily Page's Tavern…
Several miles from the mansion, Wolverine found what he'd really been wanting, a bar that served decent beer. Adding yet another thing to the List of Ways that Boy Scout Summers Annoys Me, he thought. Won't let me have beer on school grounds. The bartender, a blonde woman in her fifties, eyed him with a smile, "Ya new around here, hon?"
"Yeah." Logan twirled his long neck idly.
"Workin'?" she asked conversationally.
"I live at a school down the road."
"Professor Xavier's school?" she asked, sounding surprised. When he nodded, she winked, "I get some of his kids in here now and then. I really oughta check ID's, but as long as they're just experimentin', I don't see the harm."
Logan laughed, imagining Cyke's reaction if he knew the kids were sneaking down to here to experiment with alcohol. "I hope you keep an eye on them. They're novices."
"Oh yeah, sweetie, don't worry. Sometimes they come once, get 'emselves drunk enough for a hangover and never come back again. I figure it's a public service," she shared a chuckle with Logan. "Teaches 'em a little cause and effect. Hell, some of the 'em are still there teaching at the school now."
Logan blinked, "Really?" He tried to think if anyone other than the "X-men" and the Professor taught at the school, "Which of the teachers came in here?"
"Well, that was a few years back, and they only came once, but I remember 'em." Lily snorted, "It was right after I bought this place." She frowned thoughtfully, "There was…lemme see, that lovely redheaded girl in medical school, a pretty black girl with white hair, and…oh yeah…" she snapped her fingers and grinned, "that handsome young man with the red sunglasses."
Logan choked and nearly spit his beer out. "Wh-what?!" Lily looked at him in surprise, and he repeated, "A guy with red sunglasses? Are you sure?"
She frowned at him, "Yeah, why? You know him?"
Logan took a long swig of his beer, "Yeah, I think so. I just…wouldn't have expected him to be the drinking type."
Lily laughed, "Well, I didn't think he was either. He seemed a little nervous, but he loosened up pretty damn fast after he'd had a few. He never took those sunglasses off either. Wonder if he was afraid somebody'd recognize him."
Logan fought the urge to guffaw. Cyclops drinking; what a funny thought. "Was his name Scott, by any chance?"
"I don't quite recall, but he definitely still lives at the school. I've seen him riding by on that motorcycle of his. He must've been around nineteen at the time." She smiled slyly at Wolverine, "Hasn't been back since either."
It was worth not getting the keys to the bike to hear this story, "Don't tell me he got drunk enough for a hangover!"
"Oho, honey, they all got pretty smashed. I wouldn't let 'em go home till the next morning. I don't recall which one passed out first, but none of 'em were what you and I would call 'experienced.'"
This time, Logan did guffaw. Jean, Ororo, and Mr. Straight-and-Narrow Scott Summers getting falling-down drunk. "My God, what I wouldn't give to have seen that!"
Several miles from the mansion, Wolverine found what he'd really been wanting, a bar that served decent beer. Adding yet another thing to the List of Ways that Boy Scout Summers Annoys Me, he thought. Won't let me have beer on school grounds. The bartender, a blonde woman in her fifties, eyed him with a smile, "Ya new around here, hon?"
"Yeah." Logan twirled his long neck idly.
"Workin'?" she asked conversationally.
"I live at a school down the road."
"Professor Xavier's school?" she asked, sounding surprised. When he nodded, she winked, "I get some of his kids in here now and then. I really oughta check ID's, but as long as they're just experimentin', I don't see the harm."
Logan laughed, imagining Cyke's reaction if he knew the kids were sneaking down to here to experiment with alcohol. "I hope you keep an eye on them. They're novices."
"Oh yeah, sweetie, don't worry. Sometimes they come once, get 'emselves drunk enough for a hangover and never come back again. I figure it's a public service," she shared a chuckle with Logan. "Teaches 'em a little cause and effect. Hell, some of the 'em are still there teaching at the school now."
Logan blinked, "Really?" He tried to think if anyone other than the "X-men" and the Professor taught at the school, "Which of the teachers came in here?"
"Well, that was a few years back, and they only came once, but I remember 'em." Lily snorted, "It was right after I bought this place." She frowned thoughtfully, "There was…lemme see, that lovely redheaded girl in medical school, a pretty black girl with white hair, and…oh yeah…" she snapped her fingers and grinned, "that handsome young man with the red sunglasses."
Logan choked and nearly spit his beer out. "Wh-what?!" Lily looked at him in surprise, and he repeated, "A guy with red sunglasses? Are you sure?"
She frowned at him, "Yeah, why? You know him?"
Logan took a long swig of his beer, "Yeah, I think so. I just…wouldn't have expected him to be the drinking type."
Lily laughed, "Well, I didn't think he was either. He seemed a little nervous, but he loosened up pretty damn fast after he'd had a few. He never took those sunglasses off either. Wonder if he was afraid somebody'd recognize him."
Logan fought the urge to guffaw. Cyclops drinking; what a funny thought. "Was his name Scott, by any chance?"
"I don't quite recall, but he definitely still lives at the school. I've seen him riding by on that motorcycle of his. He must've been around nineteen at the time." She smiled slyly at Wolverine, "Hasn't been back since either."
It was worth not getting the keys to the bike to hear this story, "Don't tell me he got drunk enough for a hangover!"
"Oho, honey, they all got pretty smashed. I wouldn't let 'em go home till the next morning. I don't recall which one passed out first, but none of 'em were what you and I would call 'experienced.'"
This time, Logan did guffaw. Jean, Ororo, and Mr. Straight-and-Narrow Scott Summers getting falling-down drunk. "My God, what I wouldn't give to have seen that!"