Part V: The Mansion, about 2 a.m…
"Is the cream soda cold yet?" John demanded.
"Just pour it on some ice, you dweeb!"
"Who're you calling a dweeb, Kitty? Every cream soda purist knows you don't pour it on ice."
"Seeing as you're the ONLY cream soda purist, I suppose that's true. Besides, it's root beer that you don't pour on—"
"Enough arguing about how to serve the dang drinks!" Nadine exclaimed.
"Rogue, break open that bag of marshmellies," Andy ordered.
"John, come here and toast this marshmallow for me."
"Nadine, chere, would you be good enough to use that little flame of yours for something more constructive than that artistic endeavor?"
"If it has something to do with bodily functions, count me out."
"Please, you wound me!" Remy pressed his hand against his chest. "I only wanted a toasted marshmallow, petite!"
"Oh, well, that's okay then."
"OW!!! John, watch where you're torchin'!"
"Sorry, Rogue. Did I burn you?"
"No, sugah, I'm just tryin' to get a tan. Nadine, I need a competent roaster!"
"Coming right up, get in line behind Remy."
"Hey, are you insulting my toasting prowess?"
"You toasted my ankle AND my new slippers pretty dang well!"
"Oh NO!" Everyone began rushing over in horror. "Not the fuzzy bunny-rabbit slippers!"
"Look at that; her left bunny has all the blue fur singed off his ear!" Bobby told John accusingly.
"Get that bunny a band-aid!" Kitty commanded.
"Where's Logan when we need him?"
"Sorry, as far as I know there aren't any mutants with fuzz-growing powers," Jubilee snickered, but she produced a band-aid which she promptly wrapped around the ear of Rogue's bunny. "There, all better!"
"Here's to the bunny slipper vet!" Nadine hollered, raising her glass.
"Ssh!" (Clink, clink)
"To the bunny slippers!" (clink!)
"To the Ice Sculpture!"
"I refuse to toast that!"
"Have it your way, Allen."
"Ya know, slipper girl," Allen leaned flirtatiously towards Rogue. "I'd REALLY like some real beer!"
"No."
"Rogue."
"No, forget it."
"Roguey…"
"NO!"
"Aw, slipper-baby—"
"Slipper-whatty? Bobby, pull your lower lip back in your mouth! No! No! Puppy-dog eyes do not work on me, Andy! I said—John! Stop that! Someone's gonna get hurt, now cut that—"
"This is Plan B, guys! Blanket!" Andy and Allen threw a blanket over Rogue, pinning her down underneath while Bobby and John took up the grim task of tickle torture.
"Auugh! Help! Help! Nadine! Kitty, Jube, somebody—haha! Stop that—eeee! You—ah!—you big—heeheehee—TWERPS!!! Hahahahahahaha!"
Jubilee, Kitty, Charlotte, and Nadine were laughing so hard that they couldn't come to Rogue's rescue, but Jubilee finally began shushing the others frantically, "Okay" (giggle) "guys, enough of that, we're gonna get in so much trouble if somebody hears us."
"Everybody shut up!" Charlotte paused, listening intently.
"Anything?"
"Just someone going to the bathroom," they looked at her expectantly. "What, you want details?"
"No, just who," John said nervously.
"Logan."
"Whew! Rogue, can you breathe?"
"Dang it, Bobby, lemme out from under this thing!"
"Not till you promise to get us some beer, sugah!"
"Now I'm gonna kick your butt!"
"Kick away, bunny feet!"
"BOBBY!!!" (Shriek!)
"Sshh! Bobby, let the girl out!" Nadine ordered.
"I want my beer—"
"Bobby, if you don't let her out, I'll do to you what I did to your sculpture."
He let her out.
*****
To Be Continued…
*****
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"Is the cream soda cold yet?" John demanded.
"Just pour it on some ice, you dweeb!"
"Who're you calling a dweeb, Kitty? Every cream soda purist knows you don't pour it on ice."
"Seeing as you're the ONLY cream soda purist, I suppose that's true. Besides, it's root beer that you don't pour on—"
"Enough arguing about how to serve the dang drinks!" Nadine exclaimed.
"Rogue, break open that bag of marshmellies," Andy ordered.
"John, come here and toast this marshmallow for me."
"Nadine, chere, would you be good enough to use that little flame of yours for something more constructive than that artistic endeavor?"
"If it has something to do with bodily functions, count me out."
"Please, you wound me!" Remy pressed his hand against his chest. "I only wanted a toasted marshmallow, petite!"
"Oh, well, that's okay then."
"OW!!! John, watch where you're torchin'!"
"Sorry, Rogue. Did I burn you?"
"No, sugah, I'm just tryin' to get a tan. Nadine, I need a competent roaster!"
"Coming right up, get in line behind Remy."
"Hey, are you insulting my toasting prowess?"
"You toasted my ankle AND my new slippers pretty dang well!"
"Oh NO!" Everyone began rushing over in horror. "Not the fuzzy bunny-rabbit slippers!"
"Look at that; her left bunny has all the blue fur singed off his ear!" Bobby told John accusingly.
"Get that bunny a band-aid!" Kitty commanded.
"Where's Logan when we need him?"
"Sorry, as far as I know there aren't any mutants with fuzz-growing powers," Jubilee snickered, but she produced a band-aid which she promptly wrapped around the ear of Rogue's bunny. "There, all better!"
"Here's to the bunny slipper vet!" Nadine hollered, raising her glass.
"Ssh!" (Clink, clink)
"To the bunny slippers!" (clink!)
"To the Ice Sculpture!"
"I refuse to toast that!"
"Have it your way, Allen."
"Ya know, slipper girl," Allen leaned flirtatiously towards Rogue. "I'd REALLY like some real beer!"
"No."
"Rogue."
"No, forget it."
"Roguey…"
"NO!"
"Aw, slipper-baby—"
"Slipper-whatty? Bobby, pull your lower lip back in your mouth! No! No! Puppy-dog eyes do not work on me, Andy! I said—John! Stop that! Someone's gonna get hurt, now cut that—"
"This is Plan B, guys! Blanket!" Andy and Allen threw a blanket over Rogue, pinning her down underneath while Bobby and John took up the grim task of tickle torture.
"Auugh! Help! Help! Nadine! Kitty, Jube, somebody—haha! Stop that—eeee! You—ah!—you big—heeheehee—TWERPS!!! Hahahahahahaha!"
Jubilee, Kitty, Charlotte, and Nadine were laughing so hard that they couldn't come to Rogue's rescue, but Jubilee finally began shushing the others frantically, "Okay" (giggle) "guys, enough of that, we're gonna get in so much trouble if somebody hears us."
"Everybody shut up!" Charlotte paused, listening intently.
"Anything?"
"Just someone going to the bathroom," they looked at her expectantly. "What, you want details?"
"No, just who," John said nervously.
"Logan."
"Whew! Rogue, can you breathe?"
"Dang it, Bobby, lemme out from under this thing!"
"Not till you promise to get us some beer, sugah!"
"Now I'm gonna kick your butt!"
"Kick away, bunny feet!"
"BOBBY!!!" (Shriek!)
"Sshh! Bobby, let the girl out!" Nadine ordered.
"I want my beer—"
"Bobby, if you don't let her out, I'll do to you what I did to your sculpture."
He let her out.
*****
To Be Continued…
*****
Feedback: Pwetty pweese? (Picture me making puppy-dog eyes at you.)
