Gonna Party All Night

It was around 8 p.m. when they finally got to their room after getting a quick bite to eat. "Well it's a bit cozy but I suppose it will have to do," Hank looked around.

"It's not so bad," Xavier sighed. "But we'll have to share the bed."

They looked at each other. "I wonder how comfortable that bathtub is?" Hank scratched his head. He peeked in. "Nope. Too small."

"And the chairs don't look comfortable enough," Xavier sighed. "Look I won't tell anyone if you won't tell anyone."

"Deal," Hank rolled his eyes. "Just don't hog the covers will ya?"

Meanwhile outside there was some very suspicious window washers on the ledge. "Hey Zartan," Monkeywrench gulped. "Ain't we supposed to be on some kind of scaffold or something?"

"Quiet you dolts!" Zartan snapped. "We're supposed to be spying on General Hawk! You idiots got the wrong room!"

"Well excuse me," Buzzer snapped. "Next time why don't you get one of your brilliant siblings or your kid to do the job?"

"Because they have other plans, such as getting ready for the heist tomorrow along with the other Dreadnoks," Zartan spoke as if speaking to a child. "Now follow me and be quiet!" Zartan started to climb along the window.

"It's getting kind of chilly," Hank said. "I think I'll close the window." And he did, right on Zartan's fingers.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" Zartan shouted on his way down.

"Hey that ain't exactly quiet ya know?" Monkeywrench snapped. He then winced. "Oooh! That's gotta hurt!"

"Good thing there was a pool down there," Buzzer said.

"Not so good for that geek in the glasses walking by," Monkeywrench snickered. "Hey he looks familiar."

"Well he should," Buzzer said. "That's Senator Kelly."

"Oh yeah so it is," Monkeywrench snickered. "I always said he was all wet."

"How do we get down?" Buzzer looked around. "I ain't doin' any more climbing."

"Go the same way Zartan did," Monkeywrench shrugged. "Hey Kelly's still standing there! Bet I get him wetter than you!"

"You're on!" Buzzer said. They both jumped.

Hank perked up his ears. "Boy there's a lot of noise out there tonight. You would think that an exclusive hotel like this would be quieter."

"It's probably just some kids playing around," Xavier waved. "Now…" Suddenly a loud raucous blast of music shook the room. "Now what's going on?"

"It's coming from next door!" Hank said. "Isn't that General Whithalf's room?"

They went out to the hallway and saw General Hawk ready to kick down the door. "What's going on?" Xavier asked.

"I'm afraid the General is having another one of his parties," Hawk sighed. "He has this habit of inviting everyone he meets in a hotel and having a party." He opened the door. Sure enough there was a large crowd of people inside from all walks of life. Men in tuxedoes were dancing with maids. A punk rocker was talking to a lady in pearls. Some guy in the corner was wearing a flowered shirt and strumming a ukulele along with a kid with an electric guitar.

"Oh great I forgot to take all the alcohol out of the room," Hawk groaned.

"Hello boys join the party!" General Whithalf was talking with a few attractive ladies. "This is Beverly and Sylvia. They're stewardesses. This is General Hawk and Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy."

"Oh my god a real mutant!" Beverly giggled. "Hi! I'm Beverly. Never met a real mutant before."

"Well I never met a real stewardess before," Hank kissed her hand. She giggled happily.

"Sir don't you think your wife might object to this?" Hawk sighed.

"Oh like she doesn't do the same thing when I'm out of town?" Whithalf waved. "It's not what you think dirty minds! She throws parties all the time. We don't run around and sleep with other people we just socialize."

"One of your guests is socializing in the bathtub," Hawk blinked.

"Oh he took some pills and now he thinks he's King Neptune of Atlantis," Whithalf waved. "It's fine with us. Just give him a few martinis and some shrimp cocktails and he's all set. Would you like to join the party?"

"Why not?" Hawk shrugged. "Obviously this isn't gonna just stop until at least midnight."

"Works for me," Hank shrugged.

"Actually I think I'll call it an early night," Xavier sighed. "I'll see you later Hank."

"Oh well, to each his own. Margaritas for everybody!" Whithalf shouted. The crowd cheered.

That was when someone started pounding at the door. "SHUT UP IN THERE!"

"You shut up out there!" Whithalf chuckled. He looked out the spy hole. "Oh it's that party pooper Kelly. I'm not letting you in!"

"I'M NOT HERE TO CRASH THE PARTY YOU DRUNK! GIVE ME BACK MY SECRETARY!" Kelly shouted. "OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

"She's a bit indisposed," Whithalf opened the door and grinned. "She is currently making out with King Neptune."

"You!" Kelly growled when he saw Hank and Xavier. "You're making this racket aren't you? I'm going to call security!"

"Don't bother," Hank pointed.

Several beefy security men walked up carrying kegs of beer and ice. "Who wants some ice?" One shouted.

"Now we can have a party!" Whithalf laughed.

"I am going to get some peanuts and get back in my room!" Kelly growled as he went to the vending machine down the hall. "And turn that racket down!"

"Well he's a real life of the party isn't he?" Hank sniffed.

"Still I should have told him that machine doesn't work," Whithalf told them. "Wouldn't give me anything. I even put a grenade in there to blow it up. Unfortunately it turned out to be a dud. Nothing happened."

KABOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Well I'll be damned," General Whithalf looked out in the hallway. "It wasn't a dud after all."

"Hey cool!" One girl said. "It's a tidal wave of potato chips and candy bars."

Kelly staggered out covered in chocolate and other snack items. "I hate mutants…" He growled.

"Kelly we didn't…" Xavier tried to explain.

"Don't say you didn't have anything to do with it!" Kelly shouted. "You're mutants! Whenever you're around explosions always happen! I'm going to get my lawyer!" Kelly stormed away.

"What a grouch," Whithalf sniffed. "I'm going to get another margarita."

"I'll get one too," Hawk sighed.

"I am not getting any sleep tonight aren't I?" He groaned.

"I don't think anyone in this hotel is going to get any sleep tonight," Hank told him.

Next: More madness as Xavier meets an unlikely supporter for mutant rights! And of course more Kelly torture. Send in those suggestions!