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Best Laid Plans
Chapter Seven: BACHELORS!!!
Bobby watched the women walk out the front door…his eyes following their every sashay…until the door closed on their very attractive backsides. Grinning like a maniac, he turned back to the others in the room. "They're gone! Party time!!!!"
"You better not have been staring at Jubes, Drake" Logan said with a low growl.
"Would I do that Logan? Little, innocent me? I know she's taken!"
"Then who were you staring at?"
"Ummm…Kit? Yeah, Kit!! And that Danver's lady."
"What is this about Kit?" asked Kurt as he walked in, hair still dripping from the shower.
Logan crossed his arms and leaned back in the easy chair "Drake here was admiring her as she left."
"She was very pretty" Bobby crossed his fingers behind his back "In fact, she was wearing more clothes than the rest of them put together."
Kurt smiled "Yes, mein fruend, she tends to do that. Who else is coming tonight?"
"The Cajun if he drags himself out of the kitchen…Scott if he drags himself from danger room…Hank if can spare the time from his lab…and you elf, you might want to get dressed. It's okay to leave the room…I won't kill Drake."
"I didn't think you would friend Logan. I shall be back in a moment." Giving a very courtly bow, Kurt retreated.
"DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM!!!!" Bobby pantomimed panic as the door closed. Then, grinning, braced to run, he faced Logan "It's not my fault Jubes has a cute butt!!!!"
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Kurt looked in the mirror and grinned. He could hear Logan chasing Bobby around the house. This was going to be a wonderful evening…even if he did have to wear the image inducer. He sighed, he wished he had caught the girls on the way out…he would have liked to have seen them off…
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The men all converged on the living room almost in the same instant. As Kurt walked out of the hall, Remy opened the kitchen door. Kurt stopped in surprise, and then waited for Remy to let the door swing too. As the door closed, both men saw, coming from the other hall, Bobby, pursued by Logan. Only a swift teleport and Remy's reflexes saved them from being part of the pile when Bobby tripped, and in turn tripped Logan.
Scott chose that moment to come in through the kitchen, having just been to the hangar. The door slammed both Bobby and Logan as it opened. Logan snarled and pushed back on the door, sending Scott flying back into the depths of the kitchen with a loud crash. A buzzing silence fell on the whole surprised group, there was a soft "Oh my" as Hank came from downstairs. Then Logan, Bobby, and Scott burst into simultaneous cursing.
After ten minutes, the cursing subsided. People were helped off the floor. Scott was extracted from the various dirty pots he had fallen into, and sent off to shower and change. "At this rate, my friends, we may never get out of here." Hank observed.
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Scott was done cleaning up and back downstairs in fifteen minutes. H passed Bobby on his way up. Bobby was covered head to toe in green goo. "I lost a fight with the amazing gelatin man, don't ask." Scott kept walking and tried to keep a straight face.
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Bobby was clean and down in ten minutes. He passed Hank on his way up. Hank's fur was dripping and sticking out at funny angles. "Hey, Hank, what did I tell you about giving yourself a tongue bath?"
With an air of offended dignity Beast stopped and looked at Bobby "If you must know, I remembered the glasses in the incubator a tad too late. Next time I will not leave an experiment running. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash this agent out of my fur or it will never come out."
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Beast, after a good half hour of copiously cleaning his fur, was hoping to finally leave when he passed both Logan and Bobby coming up the stairs, dripping wet. Logan was in such a fuming mood that Hank decided to wait and ask the folks at the bottom of the stairs. Kurt looked up from where he was curled on the couch "Frere Bobby tossed frere Logan a beer…after shaking it."
"Ah"
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Finally, all the members of the group were gathered in the living room, at once, and clean. It was going on 11:30. Bobby, grinning from ear to ear flounced to the door "Are we ready to go?" It took him a moment to realize the rest of the group wasn't following him. "What's wrong guys?"
"Our reservations were for eight."
"So we'll hit a bar!"
"Only one still open on a Wednesday is the one the girls are at."
"Oh. Uh, I guess we have orders to stay away from there right?" Emphatic nodding met his guess. "So what do we do? Make a run for beer and movie rentals?" The rest of the group glanced at each other and shrugged.
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It was three am…two twenty-four packs of beer and a bottle of wine had disappeared as they watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre. "That…was horrible Bobby. Why did you rent it?"
"It was the only one still there?"
"You're lying Drake"
"Yep, I am"
"Mein fruends, please, let us just talk then. I am sure our female counterparts are taking this time to giggle and compare ideas for marriage."
"Excellent idea Kurt. How shall we start with this…guy talk?"
"I know!!!"
"Shut up Drake"
"But I do know!!! Let's start with what our dream girl is!!! Sides, we promise not to tell if it's not your…significant other. Hank, you start."
"Me? Alright then. She'd have to be intelligent, preferably a doctor, even a geneticist…she'd have to look good in a lab coat…be about my height…like fur, and the color blue of course….And have grey eyes. Grey eyes are a very…stimulating feature. How about yours Bobby?"
"Hmmm….I'd have to say…short, maybe five three, preferably oriental" A low growl started to issue from Logan's direction "Long, black hair, Sorry Logan, Jube's is to short for my taste…Preferable my age, if not a year older…likes winter sports…painting…and rescuing the world. That's the way to my heart. Your turn Logan."
"Mines easy. Jubes fits the bill. She even puts up with my need to disappear sometimes. Doesn't get any better. Cajun?"
"Same here Logan, Ma Chere is my dream…pale skin, green eyes, red hair, attitude, makes up for my short comings. Scott?"
"No use asking him guys, he's devoted to Jean"
"Actually Bobby…I've been rethinking my commitment to her…"
"WHAT???? That must be the drink talking Scott…You've been together since almost forever…"
"I know…but I don't think she loves me…not anymore. It's like she changed, almost over night. She's condescending…hurtful…spiteful…" Tears start to trickle down Scotts cheeks.
"If that's the case Kid…divorce her. Don't put up with her, find someone who can make you happy. That's something I finally realized about her…after all those years…huh, guess I needed someone to keep me occupied while I waited for Jubilation to grow up…"
"That gives us quite an insight as too your recent behavior Scott, my condolences."
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Five AM rolled around. Scott was passed out on the floor, Hank had gone to check something in the lab, and Bobby had passed out in the kitchen while going to get more beer. Kurt looked over at his two soon-to-be-wed team mates, who had been grinning like maniacs for the past hour. "You two are extremely lucky you know, to find two that complement you so well."
"We know elf, we know. Hey, we never did get to hear who you liked. Fess up!"
"My…love…is not extremely far fetched. But I'm afraid to tell her…I doubt she feels the same. If it's all the same to you gentlemen, I will keep her name to myself and just continue to guard her well being."
"No martyrs here Kurt, tell us. Or we'll guess and when you get agitated we'll know we're right."
Kurt sighed and looked at his clasped hands that were shaking violently. "I've liked her ever since she joined us…but first there was Peter…Colossus, then there was Wisdom…She has never even once looked my way. And I don't have much room to blame her…I have certainly had my share of women…most flaunted in front of her. Pathetic yes?"
"Non, it is often very hard to be truly debonair with those we truly care for. The opportunity is bound to present itself. If a "swamp rat" like me can attract a southern belle, a kind gentleman like yourself can sure catch the intelligent little sparrow."
"Thank you friends. I will bid you good morning…I have much to think on…and you all have much to sleep off." Kurt disappeared in a puf of smoke.
"You know Cajun…I think Kurt is the only one I won't have a problem with if he dates Kit. He's decent."
"Oui"
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End of Chapter 7…drum roll…etc. Wedding soon I promise. This is turning into a right soap opera it is….