Queen of Random: Oh, my. We have a drunken teleporter, and embarrassed
Scott, and a stupid Australian. This is going to be fun.
Deemma_4w: Who like's music by the Afroman? He did 'Because I got high'. I'm just curious about that. Oh, and we don't own Simple Plan's or Nelly's songs.
Queen of Random: Is there going to be more singing?
Chapter Four: Is it possible for guys to do so?
Scott, still seething about what Rogue had made him do, was trying to think of the best way to get his revenge. He couldn't get her to do a dare, as she had gone earlier. He couldn't forget that she had touched him, either. He looked around the room, and smiled, as his eyes focussed on the one person who could help him in this situation.
Gambit.
"Gambit, truth or dare?"
"Dare," replied the Cajun.
"I dare you to," Scott, paused, pretending to think (pretending to think?), "give Rogue a lap-dance," he said, drawing out each word.
"What?!" shrieked Rogue. "You can't do that!"
"Yeah!" agreed Gambit. "Is it even possible for guys to give lap-dances?"
"Yeah, it is," said Freddy. Everyone looked at him, shocked. "What? I'm allowed to know stuff, aren't I?"
"Do you want music with that, Gambit?" asked Pietro, grinning from ear to ear. (Or, from ear to ego : ) Sorry!)
"I'll have fries with that shake!" called Kurt, still drunk as a skunk. Then he fell asleep, and started drooling on Amanda's new skirt, muttering things like, "Stupid bunny rabbits and their stupid high heels!"
Then suddenly, the song 'Getting hot in here', by Nelly, began to play.
"All right, Gambit!" said Wanda. "Shake that thang!"
"Wanda!"
"Oh, knock it off, Pietro. You're not the only twin that can cut lose!"
Gambit slowly moved towards Rogue. His movements were stiff as he began to unbutton his shirt. It was painfully obvious that he was uncomfortable with this. But then he caught Rogue's eyes, and smiled. It was just like the first time, and, more importantly, like all the other times.
As he threw his shirt off, moving more in time with the music, a spark flew down the seams of his jeans. Which was followed by several shocked - and then jealous - gasps from the girls, as POOF! his jeans fell to the floor, leaving him standing there, wearing only his tightie-whities.
"Oh, Gambit," whispered Jean.
"Jean!" yelled Scott. This was not going according to plan. He had wanted to get Rogue back, not lose Jean to some French-speaking Cajun guy with a bad accent.
As the song finished, Gambit went back for his jeans, and put them on. Or, at least, attempted to. He had not realised that by blowing the seams of his pants off, he could not put them back on. When he tried, they just fell off. Giving up, he sat down next to Rogue, still in his underpants.
"My turn," he said, his eyes shining. "Pyro, truth or dare?"
"Dare. I'm not some Kiwi wuss."
"Kiwi, huh?" asked Gambit. "Okay. I dare you to bet $500 that the New Zealand rugby team will beat Australia."
"What?! There's no way that the All Blacks are going to beat the Wallabies! They're just a bunch of poofters!"
"Then bet on them," ordered Gambit.
"Fine! Where's a phone?!"
"There is one right here, just for emergencies," called the bus driver. "The TAB is number 8 on the speed-dial."
I'm starting to hate this bus driver," grumbled Pyro as he walked to the front. "He's like a Girl Guide, prepared for anything."
After placing his bet, Pyro walked angrily back to his seat. He was in an even fouler mood because he found out that the TAB was offering higher odds on the New Zealanders to win. "My turn," he practically shouted. "You, Amanda, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"How furry is blue-boy," demanded Pyro.
Amanda, going brighter red with each passing second, stuttered, "Um. . . um. . . how am I supposed to know?"
"Oh, come on," said Jean "I know you're lying, so just get on with it."
"Fine," said Amanda. "he's just as furry as Colossus is metallic."
"Oh! Another mental image alert!"
"He's my brother! I did not need to know that!"
"Anyone else just think that's wrong?" asked Todd.
"Yes," replied Freddy.
"Hey!" cried a voice. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about!" Something blue launched itself on Todd, and he was gone in a puff of sulfurous smoke.
"Where did you take him?" asked Amanda, when Kurt returned.
"Not far," came the answer.
"As long as he isn't hurt, that's fine by me."
"Or in the bathroom," added Wanda. "Excuse me." With that, she got up, and headed for the bathroom.
Deemma_4w: Who like's music by the Afroman? He did 'Because I got high'. I'm just curious about that. Oh, and we don't own Simple Plan's or Nelly's songs.
Queen of Random: Is there going to be more singing?
Chapter Four: Is it possible for guys to do so?
Scott, still seething about what Rogue had made him do, was trying to think of the best way to get his revenge. He couldn't get her to do a dare, as she had gone earlier. He couldn't forget that she had touched him, either. He looked around the room, and smiled, as his eyes focussed on the one person who could help him in this situation.
Gambit.
"Gambit, truth or dare?"
"Dare," replied the Cajun.
"I dare you to," Scott, paused, pretending to think (pretending to think?), "give Rogue a lap-dance," he said, drawing out each word.
"What?!" shrieked Rogue. "You can't do that!"
"Yeah!" agreed Gambit. "Is it even possible for guys to give lap-dances?"
"Yeah, it is," said Freddy. Everyone looked at him, shocked. "What? I'm allowed to know stuff, aren't I?"
"Do you want music with that, Gambit?" asked Pietro, grinning from ear to ear. (Or, from ear to ego : ) Sorry!)
"I'll have fries with that shake!" called Kurt, still drunk as a skunk. Then he fell asleep, and started drooling on Amanda's new skirt, muttering things like, "Stupid bunny rabbits and their stupid high heels!"
Then suddenly, the song 'Getting hot in here', by Nelly, began to play.
"All right, Gambit!" said Wanda. "Shake that thang!"
"Wanda!"
"Oh, knock it off, Pietro. You're not the only twin that can cut lose!"
Gambit slowly moved towards Rogue. His movements were stiff as he began to unbutton his shirt. It was painfully obvious that he was uncomfortable with this. But then he caught Rogue's eyes, and smiled. It was just like the first time, and, more importantly, like all the other times.
As he threw his shirt off, moving more in time with the music, a spark flew down the seams of his jeans. Which was followed by several shocked - and then jealous - gasps from the girls, as POOF! his jeans fell to the floor, leaving him standing there, wearing only his tightie-whities.
"Oh, Gambit," whispered Jean.
"Jean!" yelled Scott. This was not going according to plan. He had wanted to get Rogue back, not lose Jean to some French-speaking Cajun guy with a bad accent.
As the song finished, Gambit went back for his jeans, and put them on. Or, at least, attempted to. He had not realised that by blowing the seams of his pants off, he could not put them back on. When he tried, they just fell off. Giving up, he sat down next to Rogue, still in his underpants.
"My turn," he said, his eyes shining. "Pyro, truth or dare?"
"Dare. I'm not some Kiwi wuss."
"Kiwi, huh?" asked Gambit. "Okay. I dare you to bet $500 that the New Zealand rugby team will beat Australia."
"What?! There's no way that the All Blacks are going to beat the Wallabies! They're just a bunch of poofters!"
"Then bet on them," ordered Gambit.
"Fine! Where's a phone?!"
"There is one right here, just for emergencies," called the bus driver. "The TAB is number 8 on the speed-dial."
I'm starting to hate this bus driver," grumbled Pyro as he walked to the front. "He's like a Girl Guide, prepared for anything."
After placing his bet, Pyro walked angrily back to his seat. He was in an even fouler mood because he found out that the TAB was offering higher odds on the New Zealanders to win. "My turn," he practically shouted. "You, Amanda, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"How furry is blue-boy," demanded Pyro.
Amanda, going brighter red with each passing second, stuttered, "Um. . . um. . . how am I supposed to know?"
"Oh, come on," said Jean "I know you're lying, so just get on with it."
"Fine," said Amanda. "he's just as furry as Colossus is metallic."
"Oh! Another mental image alert!"
"He's my brother! I did not need to know that!"
"Anyone else just think that's wrong?" asked Todd.
"Yes," replied Freddy.
"Hey!" cried a voice. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about!" Something blue launched itself on Todd, and he was gone in a puff of sulfurous smoke.
"Where did you take him?" asked Amanda, when Kurt returned.
"Not far," came the answer.
"As long as he isn't hurt, that's fine by me."
"Or in the bathroom," added Wanda. "Excuse me." With that, she got up, and headed for the bathroom.