"Chill out, Rocky. Contrary to popular belief we CAN behave in polite society." Rogue began to giggle hysterically. "It's NOT that funny!"
"Oh, yes it is!"
Fred took up the corner part of the limo to himself, grateful for the large sunroof. Rogue and Remy sat in another section, Rogue still in stitches from Tabitha. Her, Pietro, and Lance sat closest to the driver, while Todd was checking out the mini bar, which was unfortunately for them, filled with different varieties of soda. Grinning to himself, Todd inconspicuously picked out one of the more caffeine filled drinks.
"Ah've lived with these guys, Ah know what they're like! Don't tell me they can 'behave'!" She laughed again. Remy prodding her side wasn't helping either.
"I'm perfectly capable of being a gentleman," Pietro smiled.
Rogue stopped laughing enough to shoot him a glare that quite clearly said, "Right, and I'm the Queen of England, PLUS I gave birth to alien sextuplets."
"What? Why are you giving me that look?" he protested with a fake hurt expression.
"Oh, Ah don't know... Could it be any o' over a dozen things ya did when Ah lived there?"
Pietro scoffed. "Yeah, right. What things?"
"Let's see... burstin' in on me when Ah was in the shower-"
"Wow, does THAT sound familiar..." Todd interrupted looking significantly at Tabitha.
"I needed mouthwash!"
"That's for sure."
"Shut up, Froggy!"
"Don't call me that, yo!"
"-stealin' mah panties-"
"Speedy! I've been wondering where those disappeared to!" Tabitha glared at the white-haired speedster.
"I'm more worried about why he wanted them in the first place," Fred commented.
Pietro's face took on a truly maniacal cast, his eyes gleaming. "It's for a little... project." He laughed evilly and rubbed his hands together.
"He scares me, yo..." Todd inched just a little farther away from Pietro.
"I'm living in a house with a bunch of lunatics," Lance muttered, his face still buried in his hands.
"It really isn't that much worse compared ta the institute, Lance." Rogue patted his shoulder.
"Really?" he asked, hopeful.
"No, not really. It does get bad there though, especially with the new kiddies."
"Dey're fun dough."
"Yeah... Ah miss 'em... sorta." She shrugged.
"So how far is this Crystal Rose place from the institute?" Todd asked, peeking out the tinted windows at the cars they were passing. Some he made faces at, knowing they couldn't see him.
No one knew. "How about we ask the driver?" Fred suggested.
"Couldn't hurt." Pietro nudged Tabitha. She rolled her eyes but tapped on the tinted glass to get the driver's attention. The window rolled down.
"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
She smiled slyly, noticing the driver was only in his early 20's. "I was just wondering how much longer it is till we get to the restaurant. But then a more important question came up in my head..."
"And what would that be?"
"What's a hottie like you doing on the roads on this joyous eve?" She leaned her elbow on the seat and tickled his ear. "You should be at home, relaxing..." she said huskily. Lance's head found his hands again.
Rogue glanced at Remy, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head slightly towards the front. Her own alluring smirk made him question her motives. "Ah think we should mess with this guy a bit," she said, low enough that the driver wouldn't hear, but loud enough that all the guys did.
Pietro leaned in. "What do you expect us to do while we watch you guys make out?" The jealousy was back again.
"Ahh, Pietro, you're a resourceful guy. An' tormentin' is what ya do best. Ah should know." She turned her attention back to Remy, burying her head in his shoulder, biting him through the cloth of his long sleeved t-shirt.
Remy yelped, startled at the feeling of her teeth through the material. "Now, chere, don' start somet'in' y' ain't willin' t' finish," he chided, voice already going husky.
"Oh, Ah'm willing, sugah... Very willin'..."
The driver's attention was by now only partly on the road, as he was glancing in the back more often than was strictly safe.
By this time, the caffeine Todd had drunk was taking effect. He handed Pietro a bottle of the Jolt cola with a gleam in his eyes. Pietro took it and gulped it down as fast as his namesake. He convulsed a bit as the caffeine ran through his system, his eyes all but bugging out of his head. "Ooooohhhh yeah..."
Lance just watched. Then he shook his head in a resigned fashion. The main thought in his head: "If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em." He extended his hand to Todd, who happily handed him a bottle of Mountain Dew, which he drank down, watching as Fred was doing the same on the other end of the limo. They all raised their now empty bottles in a toast that by standards was considered late. But it didn't matter. They were given their mission, and they were ready to go.
Remy pulled Rogue onto his lap. "Is that yoah bo staff or are ya just happy ta see me?" she purred.
"Ain't de bo staff, chere."
"Too much information!" Pietro complained loudly.
She stuck her tongue out playfully at him before she focused on Remy. One of his gloved hands had made it to more sensitive areas and she didn't need the Brotherhood seeing the look on her face.
Meanwhile, Tabitha was still working her magic up front. "So... how long have you been a limo driver?"
"A year and a half," he gulped.
"Best way to pick up chicks, hmm?" With that line, she slid completely out of the back and into the passenger seat, if almost on the driver's lap was considered the passenger seat.
"Uh...huh..." In his head, he was chanting 'Must.keep.eyes.on.road...'
She trailed a finger down his chin and giggled. The heat couldn't help but climb onto his face. Tabitha was leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek, when she heard footsteps on the roof. Before she could check on who was still in the back, Todd stuck his head down on the windshield, laughing wildly.
"Ahhhhhh!!" The driver began to swerve violently.
"Hey, watch it, yo!!!" The head disappeared from the windshield.
"Oh, don't mind him..." Tabitha scooted a little closer and put her hand on his thigh. The driver swallowed. Hard.
Pietro stuck his head into the front part of the limo. "Hey,steponit,wouldyou?Icouldgetoutandwalkfasterthanthis!"
After a moment of mental translation the driver understood what he'd said and glanced at the speedometer. It was at 75 mph. "Oh, yeah? I'd like to see you try!" he responded angrily, not liking his driving ability questioned.
"Soundslikeachallenge!"
Tabitha sighed and shook her head. "You had to say it, didn't you?"
There was the slamming of one of the doors. The driver looked back frantically only to see one of his passengers missing. That passenger showed up an instant later next to his window and tapped on it.
"What the HELL?!?" He rolled his window down.
"I'llraceyou!" Pietro shouted over the rush of the wind.
Competitive male instincts took over, burying shock and disbelief, and the driver slammed his foot on the gas pedal. "You're on!" There was a shriek from the top of the roof. It was duly ignored.
"Hahaha!Isthatallyougot?!"
Another shriek from the roof. "Guys! A little help please?!"
Suddenly, the back of the limo was weighed down immensely and the front wheels actually lifted off the ground. "Gotcha, little buddy."
"Poppingwheeliesnow,eh?" Pietro taunted him by speeding up even more until he was a good twenty feet in front of the limo. The driver narrowed his eyes and sped up even more, using the speed to get back on four wheels.
Tabitha smirked as her hand slinked further into the driver's lap. His eyes rolled up into his head as she grazed his groin. Reflexively, because what else could he do, he slammed on the brakes, stopping the car from upward of 85 mph. Everyone in the car slammed forward, and fell into a heap.
"What the hell is going on up there?" Lance hollered.
The driver only saw Tabitha as he unbuckled his seat belt and climbed over to her seat. "Ohh, no, I don't think so," Tabitha growled. She gave him a nice right hook, proceeding to daze him. He gave one last attempt, before Lance reached up and clubbed his head with a full bottle of Coke. The driver fell unceremoniously on Tabitha. "Eww..." She pushed him off.
"Ya WERE feelin' him up. What did ya expect?" Rogue muttered from under Remy.
"How did you know what I was doing?"
"It doesn't take a psychic ta figure it out. Ya're not exactly what they call chaste."
"Hey!" She glared back at her. "I expect a remark like that out of Lance, but considering you were busy doing something else..." A blush rose on Rogue's cheeks, but Remy just grinned.
Pietro popped his head in the driver's window. "What happened? I looked behind my shoulder and I couldn't see you guys at all! I ran back three miles and here you are all stopped and stuff." He saw the unconscious driver pushed to the side. "Whoa! What happened to him?"
"He was getting fresh so I hit him," Tabitha replied, arms crossed over her chest.
"Good for you, but now how do we get to the restaurant, eh?"
"I can dri-" Tabitha started to offer.
"NO!!!" Everyone in the car shouted at once. Tabitha crossed her arms and turned away with an offended look. Pietro opened his mouth.
"There is NO WAY IN HELL we are letting you behind the wheel," Lance told him.
"But-"
"Yeah, you're even worse than her, yo!"
"Hey!" Both Pietro and Tabitha turned and glared at the younger boy. He shrugged sheepishly and hid behind Fred.
"Ugh, watch out," Rogue moaned as she slid into the front seat. She stripped off a glove. "Technically, none of us know how ta get there, so, Ah'll solve that problem. You guys can quarrel amongst yoahselves ta figure out who's gonna drive an' Ah'll direct."
With a bit of squabbling, Lance was picked to drive. Remy was a likely candidate, but the Brotherhood debated over whether he would keep his eyes on the road with Rogue sitting next to him. He snorted at their accusations and handed the wheel over to Lance.
Five minutes and about twenty honking horns later they were ready to move. The driver was securely placed in the back under the careful watch of Fred. Remy struck up a card game between Tabitha, Pietro and Todd while Rogue directed Lance amongst the streets of New York. After she had absorbed the driver, Rogue had some lingering thoughts of attraction towards Tabitha, but she quickly swallowed the bile in her throat and concentrated on more important matters.
"Okay, we're here," Lance announced as he handed the keys to a valet. "Try not to get us kicked out."
"Lance. I'm shocked. Don't you have any faith in us?" Tabitha asked in an innocent tone.
"None whatsoever."
TBC...
"Oh, yes it is!"
Fred took up the corner part of the limo to himself, grateful for the large sunroof. Rogue and Remy sat in another section, Rogue still in stitches from Tabitha. Her, Pietro, and Lance sat closest to the driver, while Todd was checking out the mini bar, which was unfortunately for them, filled with different varieties of soda. Grinning to himself, Todd inconspicuously picked out one of the more caffeine filled drinks.
"Ah've lived with these guys, Ah know what they're like! Don't tell me they can 'behave'!" She laughed again. Remy prodding her side wasn't helping either.
"I'm perfectly capable of being a gentleman," Pietro smiled.
Rogue stopped laughing enough to shoot him a glare that quite clearly said, "Right, and I'm the Queen of England, PLUS I gave birth to alien sextuplets."
"What? Why are you giving me that look?" he protested with a fake hurt expression.
"Oh, Ah don't know... Could it be any o' over a dozen things ya did when Ah lived there?"
Pietro scoffed. "Yeah, right. What things?"
"Let's see... burstin' in on me when Ah was in the shower-"
"Wow, does THAT sound familiar..." Todd interrupted looking significantly at Tabitha.
"I needed mouthwash!"
"That's for sure."
"Shut up, Froggy!"
"Don't call me that, yo!"
"-stealin' mah panties-"
"Speedy! I've been wondering where those disappeared to!" Tabitha glared at the white-haired speedster.
"I'm more worried about why he wanted them in the first place," Fred commented.
Pietro's face took on a truly maniacal cast, his eyes gleaming. "It's for a little... project." He laughed evilly and rubbed his hands together.
"He scares me, yo..." Todd inched just a little farther away from Pietro.
"I'm living in a house with a bunch of lunatics," Lance muttered, his face still buried in his hands.
"It really isn't that much worse compared ta the institute, Lance." Rogue patted his shoulder.
"Really?" he asked, hopeful.
"No, not really. It does get bad there though, especially with the new kiddies."
"Dey're fun dough."
"Yeah... Ah miss 'em... sorta." She shrugged.
"So how far is this Crystal Rose place from the institute?" Todd asked, peeking out the tinted windows at the cars they were passing. Some he made faces at, knowing they couldn't see him.
No one knew. "How about we ask the driver?" Fred suggested.
"Couldn't hurt." Pietro nudged Tabitha. She rolled her eyes but tapped on the tinted glass to get the driver's attention. The window rolled down.
"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
She smiled slyly, noticing the driver was only in his early 20's. "I was just wondering how much longer it is till we get to the restaurant. But then a more important question came up in my head..."
"And what would that be?"
"What's a hottie like you doing on the roads on this joyous eve?" She leaned her elbow on the seat and tickled his ear. "You should be at home, relaxing..." she said huskily. Lance's head found his hands again.
Rogue glanced at Remy, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head slightly towards the front. Her own alluring smirk made him question her motives. "Ah think we should mess with this guy a bit," she said, low enough that the driver wouldn't hear, but loud enough that all the guys did.
Pietro leaned in. "What do you expect us to do while we watch you guys make out?" The jealousy was back again.
"Ahh, Pietro, you're a resourceful guy. An' tormentin' is what ya do best. Ah should know." She turned her attention back to Remy, burying her head in his shoulder, biting him through the cloth of his long sleeved t-shirt.
Remy yelped, startled at the feeling of her teeth through the material. "Now, chere, don' start somet'in' y' ain't willin' t' finish," he chided, voice already going husky.
"Oh, Ah'm willing, sugah... Very willin'..."
The driver's attention was by now only partly on the road, as he was glancing in the back more often than was strictly safe.
By this time, the caffeine Todd had drunk was taking effect. He handed Pietro a bottle of the Jolt cola with a gleam in his eyes. Pietro took it and gulped it down as fast as his namesake. He convulsed a bit as the caffeine ran through his system, his eyes all but bugging out of his head. "Ooooohhhh yeah..."
Lance just watched. Then he shook his head in a resigned fashion. The main thought in his head: "If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em." He extended his hand to Todd, who happily handed him a bottle of Mountain Dew, which he drank down, watching as Fred was doing the same on the other end of the limo. They all raised their now empty bottles in a toast that by standards was considered late. But it didn't matter. They were given their mission, and they were ready to go.
Remy pulled Rogue onto his lap. "Is that yoah bo staff or are ya just happy ta see me?" she purred.
"Ain't de bo staff, chere."
"Too much information!" Pietro complained loudly.
She stuck her tongue out playfully at him before she focused on Remy. One of his gloved hands had made it to more sensitive areas and she didn't need the Brotherhood seeing the look on her face.
Meanwhile, Tabitha was still working her magic up front. "So... how long have you been a limo driver?"
"A year and a half," he gulped.
"Best way to pick up chicks, hmm?" With that line, she slid completely out of the back and into the passenger seat, if almost on the driver's lap was considered the passenger seat.
"Uh...huh..." In his head, he was chanting 'Must.keep.eyes.on.road...'
She trailed a finger down his chin and giggled. The heat couldn't help but climb onto his face. Tabitha was leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek, when she heard footsteps on the roof. Before she could check on who was still in the back, Todd stuck his head down on the windshield, laughing wildly.
"Ahhhhhh!!" The driver began to swerve violently.
"Hey, watch it, yo!!!" The head disappeared from the windshield.
"Oh, don't mind him..." Tabitha scooted a little closer and put her hand on his thigh. The driver swallowed. Hard.
Pietro stuck his head into the front part of the limo. "Hey,steponit,wouldyou?Icouldgetoutandwalkfasterthanthis!"
After a moment of mental translation the driver understood what he'd said and glanced at the speedometer. It was at 75 mph. "Oh, yeah? I'd like to see you try!" he responded angrily, not liking his driving ability questioned.
"Soundslikeachallenge!"
Tabitha sighed and shook her head. "You had to say it, didn't you?"
There was the slamming of one of the doors. The driver looked back frantically only to see one of his passengers missing. That passenger showed up an instant later next to his window and tapped on it.
"What the HELL?!?" He rolled his window down.
"I'llraceyou!" Pietro shouted over the rush of the wind.
Competitive male instincts took over, burying shock and disbelief, and the driver slammed his foot on the gas pedal. "You're on!" There was a shriek from the top of the roof. It was duly ignored.
"Hahaha!Isthatallyougot?!"
Another shriek from the roof. "Guys! A little help please?!"
Suddenly, the back of the limo was weighed down immensely and the front wheels actually lifted off the ground. "Gotcha, little buddy."
"Poppingwheeliesnow,eh?" Pietro taunted him by speeding up even more until he was a good twenty feet in front of the limo. The driver narrowed his eyes and sped up even more, using the speed to get back on four wheels.
Tabitha smirked as her hand slinked further into the driver's lap. His eyes rolled up into his head as she grazed his groin. Reflexively, because what else could he do, he slammed on the brakes, stopping the car from upward of 85 mph. Everyone in the car slammed forward, and fell into a heap.
"What the hell is going on up there?" Lance hollered.
The driver only saw Tabitha as he unbuckled his seat belt and climbed over to her seat. "Ohh, no, I don't think so," Tabitha growled. She gave him a nice right hook, proceeding to daze him. He gave one last attempt, before Lance reached up and clubbed his head with a full bottle of Coke. The driver fell unceremoniously on Tabitha. "Eww..." She pushed him off.
"Ya WERE feelin' him up. What did ya expect?" Rogue muttered from under Remy.
"How did you know what I was doing?"
"It doesn't take a psychic ta figure it out. Ya're not exactly what they call chaste."
"Hey!" She glared back at her. "I expect a remark like that out of Lance, but considering you were busy doing something else..." A blush rose on Rogue's cheeks, but Remy just grinned.
Pietro popped his head in the driver's window. "What happened? I looked behind my shoulder and I couldn't see you guys at all! I ran back three miles and here you are all stopped and stuff." He saw the unconscious driver pushed to the side. "Whoa! What happened to him?"
"He was getting fresh so I hit him," Tabitha replied, arms crossed over her chest.
"Good for you, but now how do we get to the restaurant, eh?"
"I can dri-" Tabitha started to offer.
"NO!!!" Everyone in the car shouted at once. Tabitha crossed her arms and turned away with an offended look. Pietro opened his mouth.
"There is NO WAY IN HELL we are letting you behind the wheel," Lance told him.
"But-"
"Yeah, you're even worse than her, yo!"
"Hey!" Both Pietro and Tabitha turned and glared at the younger boy. He shrugged sheepishly and hid behind Fred.
"Ugh, watch out," Rogue moaned as she slid into the front seat. She stripped off a glove. "Technically, none of us know how ta get there, so, Ah'll solve that problem. You guys can quarrel amongst yoahselves ta figure out who's gonna drive an' Ah'll direct."
With a bit of squabbling, Lance was picked to drive. Remy was a likely candidate, but the Brotherhood debated over whether he would keep his eyes on the road with Rogue sitting next to him. He snorted at their accusations and handed the wheel over to Lance.
Five minutes and about twenty honking horns later they were ready to move. The driver was securely placed in the back under the careful watch of Fred. Remy struck up a card game between Tabitha, Pietro and Todd while Rogue directed Lance amongst the streets of New York. After she had absorbed the driver, Rogue had some lingering thoughts of attraction towards Tabitha, but she quickly swallowed the bile in her throat and concentrated on more important matters.
"Okay, we're here," Lance announced as he handed the keys to a valet. "Try not to get us kicked out."
"Lance. I'm shocked. Don't you have any faith in us?" Tabitha asked in an innocent tone.
"None whatsoever."
TBC...
