A Night To Remember
By Lady Trunks
Part 5
(Thoughts)
*Telepathy*
"Speaking"
Song Lyrics
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it wouldn't be fanfiction, right? Also, let it be noted that I don't condone under age drinking. It's bad! Don't do it, but if you do, don't drink and drive. People die, and I know this from experience so listen. The great and powerful oz has spoken.
Dedicated to Roguechere (for now... One of these days I'm going to change my mind :P)- I'm sure you noticed by now that I can't write accents. >.
On a side not, I've been told that this fic is 'very ordinary' and that I'm not 'creative enough'. I'm still debating whether or not this bothers me... I'll get back to you on it.
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A few minutes later the bartender appeared before me, carrying a tray of drinks, which he deposited before me. Once again I couldn't help thinking how cute he looked. In fact he reminded me of Tom Cruise in Risky Business.
"Anything else, beautiful?" He asked flashing me a thousand-watt smile as I handed him the money for the drinks.
"Yes. I think I'm choking. How about some mouth-to-mouth?"
Once again he flashed that smile, "I get off in a couple hours. Ask me then."
"Sure thing, sugar." I responded flashing him a flirtatious smile. God this was fun! I turned my attention back to the drinks and noticed that Pietro was staring at me, frowning slightly.
"When did you turn into such a flirt? And what's with the lack of makeup and different clothes? This control really has completely changed you."
"What? Surprised to find that I'm not just an interesting person, I have a nice body, too?"
"I'm serious. There was never anything wrong with you before. I don't want you to suddenly change."
I blinked in surprise, noticing that somewhere in that was actually a veiled compliment. It was… nice? From Pietro? I pushed the thought aside, and reached for some of the drinks. "Don't worry about it Speedy." I passed him one of the bourbons, sent one to Remy, and kept one for myself. "Tomorrow I will happily return to the gothic bitch." I picked up my glass and raised it slightly. "But tonight I celebrate." In response I took a sip of the bourbon… And promptly choked.
"Ugh, this stuff is awful!" I complained, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
Remy laughed in response. "It's an acquired taste, chere."
"It's a taste I prefer not to acquire." I said, pushing my glass towards him. "But you go on ahead."
"It is pretty bad," Pietro agreed pushing his towards Remy as well.
I turned back to the drinks and picked up one of the shots of vodka and handed it to Pietro before taking one for myself. Now there's a trick to drinking shots, especially vodka since it has a tendency to burn. You have to take a deep breath, down the shot, breath out, and chase it down with something. With that in mind, I did just that, chasing it with the blue drink that tasted more 'right' this time.
I looked over and saw that Pietro had downed his shot as well and Remy was starting in on his second glass of bourbon. I glanced over to the table where the other X-Men were sitting and saw that Kitty, Kurt, Jubilee, and Bobby had all hit the dance floor. Jean and Scott were sitting at the table and had several empty beer bottles sitting in front of them. This kind of caught me by surprise as I wondered what they would act like drunk. Some how I expected that it wouldn't be a pretty sight.
I was about to suggest that we go and join them when a guy walked up beside me. He appeared to be in his late twenties, early thirties and positively reeked from alcohol. He had the look about him of someone who used to be good looking and still thought that he was despite the obvious fact that he was way past his prime. "Baby, somebody better call God, cuz he's missing an angel!" The words were kinda slurred, and I could barely contain a chuckle. I noticed Remy and Pietro both stiffen beside me, and for a moment I wondered what they were planning on doing. A very brief moment, before I remembered that I was more than capable of taking care of myself.
"Okay, sugar, it just ain't gonna happen." I drawled out, intentionally thickening my southern accent. "Because 1) You are way to old for me, and 2) That was the lamest pickup line ever. I mean at least be original… Like 'Can I buy you a drink or do you just want the money?'"
He looked shocked by the rebuff, and Pietro took that as his cue to chime in, "Or 'Your lips look so lonely.... Would they like to meet mine?'"
"Or homme," Remy added, "you could try 'If I followed you home, would you keep me?' It tends to work pretty good."
"And there's the always popular, 'If I said you were sexy, would you hold your body against me?'. Girls love that."
"And one of my favorites, 'Excuse me, do you live around here often?'" Remy contributed. By this time the man was looking at us as if we were crazy, but by that then we didn't care. He started to back away slowly.
"And let's not forget, 'I think we must make love on the front lawn like crazed weasels NOW!'. It has a 99% success rate." Pietro called to the retreating man.
"And the absolute number one pickup line, 'I'm a Love Pirate, and I'm here for your booty! ARRRGGGHHH!!!'" I called out. I didn't realize that we had gathered a bit of an audience until then when I noticed everyone staring. "Hey! I LIKE IT!" I yelled before turning back around to face the bar. It took me a minute before I realized that Pietro and Remy were both shaking silently with laughter.
"Love. Pirate." Pietro managed to get out between laughs.
"Here. For. Your. Booty." Remy added. I hadn't realized exactly how ridiculous that must have sounded to the others until that moment, and it just hit. Unable to stop myself I started laughing as well. We laughed until we were weak and my sides ached.
All the laughing had made me thirsty, and I reached for the margarita that was sitting in front of me. And I don't know if it was the alcohol or the result of all the laughter but the next thing I new I was singing softly.
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp,
They're beginnin' to boil.
My voice began to gain strength and to my surprise Pietro joined in.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
People were stopping to gawk, but I didn't care. I was actually having more fun than I can ever remember having. I shot a smile at Remy who was watching us disbelievingly.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
With a sigh of surrender, Remy's voice joined in.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think-- hell it could be my fault.
To my shock, some of the other people also joined in singing along and others just smiled and listened.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
And I know it's my own damn fault.
When the song ended there was a spontaneous burst of applause and we all jumped up and bowed. I'm going to blame it on the alcohol.
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Now that was rather fun. The pickup lines are not my own, and the song is Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett. Great song to sing with a bunch of drunk friends… IF YOU'RE OF AGE. I have to add it. Okay, I'm trying to keep it brief cause I'm in a hurry. Sorry if I missed anyone, but these are all that I could see.
Catgirl Rahen- Glad you like it.^^
Neurotic Temptress- hehehe. I messed up your brain? That's what I was aiming for. ^^ Mission complete. And I was pretty willing to hurt her then too. I mean, the Power Rangers. I think I might have yelled at her. So not the same.
Taineyah- Glad you're enjoying it.
Dark-English-Rose- No need to cry! It's more.
Ellen- Okay, I'm cool with that. And you know what's great? Not only is Morph hilariously funny, he can change into anyone. ^_~
goddess of darkness- I totally agree with you. Rietro is the best.
Emerald Star- Yes, yes. Definitly write one, and I'll read it. Yay!
HoneyBug16- Good idea not to drink. Keep that idea. ^^
Panther Nesmith- Joseph was just wrong? What was just wrong about him? I liked him! He had such pretty hair. Of course I have a thing for Magneto, so it could stem from that. But can't wait to read it... I hope this update was soon enough (like a minute after I got your review). ^^
