"A lovely night, a lovely night, a finer night you know you'll never see.
You meet your prince, a charming prince. As charming as a prince will ever
be. The stars in a hazy heaven, trembling above you, while he whispers,
darling I love you." ~ Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella 'Lovely Night'
Disclaimer: My support group insists that I pummel it into your head that I do not own the characters featured. ^_^
A/N: Beware this chapter contains: Slash related material and the cruel mistreatment of food!!!
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The hours flew by at a merciless speed. Kitty sighed in reprieve as the last plate of food was placed neatly on the table. The cooking process itself had been outlandishly free of mishaps and silly errors. This came with great liberation and pride; no one could dub her a dangerous cook from this moment on. St. John stood at the edge of the table, practically drooling, as he ogled the red velvet cake sitting tauntingly on the sterling silver cake tray.
"Ahem. That's for after dinner."
St. John stepped back, grinning from ear to ear at her. She warmly smiled back as he pulled out a chair for her, seating himself directly to her right. In no time the dining room grew full with the dinner guests, all sitting impatiently waiting to eat. Scott sat across the table from Lance; each stealing uneasy glances at each other. Kitty rose from her chair, clearing her throat as loudly as she could manage; only to have it backed by a deeper and much louder 'ahem' from beside her. The prattle slowly subsided and all attention was focused on her.
"Okay, so like, here's the deal. Thank you all for trusting me with dinner duties. It wouldn't have happened without the help from our newest affiliate." a hushed whisper circulated through the room, the students all gawking at Pyro. "I would like to introduce you formally to St. John Allerdyce, regardless of whether or not you've been acquainted prior."
St. John politely nodded his head, choosing to ignore the malevolent dagger like stares Lance was throwing in his direction. Murmurs continued to flow around the table and Kitty decided it was best to go ahead and commence the dinner.
"Let's eat!"
There was a moment's pause and great hesitation before everyone brought the food to their mouths. To Kitty's pleasure there was a sudden outburst of compliments and flattering remarks from every end of the table. The meal went peacefully by, course by course until dessert approached.
"Ya' know there is a reason you aren't getting the sheilas mate." Pyro scratched the bottom of his chin, smiling maliciously at Lance. "Just so happens they t'aint attracted to the queer variety."
A large piece of cake flew full force at St. John; he ducked, just narrowly missing it. The color had risen in Lance's cheeks and he was obviously fuming as he fumbled around his plate, scooping up any piece of food he could mash together. St John was quicker though, already on his feet he jumped on top of the table, grasping the remaining cake parts in his hands. In two throws, Lance was covered in red cake and white icing. Scott joined in the brawl chucking balls of rice and soggy napkins at any un-guarded part of St. John's body. It wasn't long before the other students took the opportunity to start in on the food fight, creating an absolute amount of chaos.
Kitty rose from her seat, shaking in rage. Opening her mouth to speak, she was silenced before she could even begin by a swift blow to the face with a piece of Cuban bread. She fell backwards into St John's arms, she looked up at him, partially crying and partially laughing. Not only did he look like he had been dumpster diving, but he had the silliest grin on his face.
"Eeeeee-nough!!!" Logan growled huskily, looking about the room as all dropped what food was in their hands, plopping down into their seats. He focused his gaze upon Lance in Scott who had apparently 'fallen' on top of each other and were now 'attempting' to get to their feet. Logan snarled, "To think I was going to say something to half pint about inappropriate romping behavior on the school premises. Scott, Kitty, St John, Lance; clean up this mess, now!"
Scott and Lance scrambled to their feet uneasily as the rest of the students hurriedly bustled out of the dining room. Scott cocked a sideways smile at Lance, and Lance chuckled apprehensively back.
"Looks like we've got ourselves some bonding time am ah right mates?" St John had a mop in his hand, and stood as regally as it was possible while being covered in food, beside Kitty.
"Let's get to it then!" Scott snapped somewhat sarcastically.
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A/N: Review please! I would like to thank those of you who have reviewed, awww my nice faithful readers! Next chapter to come!
Disclaimer: My support group insists that I pummel it into your head that I do not own the characters featured. ^_^
A/N: Beware this chapter contains: Slash related material and the cruel mistreatment of food!!!
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The hours flew by at a merciless speed. Kitty sighed in reprieve as the last plate of food was placed neatly on the table. The cooking process itself had been outlandishly free of mishaps and silly errors. This came with great liberation and pride; no one could dub her a dangerous cook from this moment on. St. John stood at the edge of the table, practically drooling, as he ogled the red velvet cake sitting tauntingly on the sterling silver cake tray.
"Ahem. That's for after dinner."
St. John stepped back, grinning from ear to ear at her. She warmly smiled back as he pulled out a chair for her, seating himself directly to her right. In no time the dining room grew full with the dinner guests, all sitting impatiently waiting to eat. Scott sat across the table from Lance; each stealing uneasy glances at each other. Kitty rose from her chair, clearing her throat as loudly as she could manage; only to have it backed by a deeper and much louder 'ahem' from beside her. The prattle slowly subsided and all attention was focused on her.
"Okay, so like, here's the deal. Thank you all for trusting me with dinner duties. It wouldn't have happened without the help from our newest affiliate." a hushed whisper circulated through the room, the students all gawking at Pyro. "I would like to introduce you formally to St. John Allerdyce, regardless of whether or not you've been acquainted prior."
St. John politely nodded his head, choosing to ignore the malevolent dagger like stares Lance was throwing in his direction. Murmurs continued to flow around the table and Kitty decided it was best to go ahead and commence the dinner.
"Let's eat!"
There was a moment's pause and great hesitation before everyone brought the food to their mouths. To Kitty's pleasure there was a sudden outburst of compliments and flattering remarks from every end of the table. The meal went peacefully by, course by course until dessert approached.
"Ya' know there is a reason you aren't getting the sheilas mate." Pyro scratched the bottom of his chin, smiling maliciously at Lance. "Just so happens they t'aint attracted to the queer variety."
A large piece of cake flew full force at St. John; he ducked, just narrowly missing it. The color had risen in Lance's cheeks and he was obviously fuming as he fumbled around his plate, scooping up any piece of food he could mash together. St John was quicker though, already on his feet he jumped on top of the table, grasping the remaining cake parts in his hands. In two throws, Lance was covered in red cake and white icing. Scott joined in the brawl chucking balls of rice and soggy napkins at any un-guarded part of St. John's body. It wasn't long before the other students took the opportunity to start in on the food fight, creating an absolute amount of chaos.
Kitty rose from her seat, shaking in rage. Opening her mouth to speak, she was silenced before she could even begin by a swift blow to the face with a piece of Cuban bread. She fell backwards into St John's arms, she looked up at him, partially crying and partially laughing. Not only did he look like he had been dumpster diving, but he had the silliest grin on his face.
"Eeeeee-nough!!!" Logan growled huskily, looking about the room as all dropped what food was in their hands, plopping down into their seats. He focused his gaze upon Lance in Scott who had apparently 'fallen' on top of each other and were now 'attempting' to get to their feet. Logan snarled, "To think I was going to say something to half pint about inappropriate romping behavior on the school premises. Scott, Kitty, St John, Lance; clean up this mess, now!"
Scott and Lance scrambled to their feet uneasily as the rest of the students hurriedly bustled out of the dining room. Scott cocked a sideways smile at Lance, and Lance chuckled apprehensively back.
"Looks like we've got ourselves some bonding time am ah right mates?" St John had a mop in his hand, and stood as regally as it was possible while being covered in food, beside Kitty.
"Let's get to it then!" Scott snapped somewhat sarcastically.
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A/N: Review please! I would like to thank those of you who have reviewed, awww my nice faithful readers! Next chapter to come!