Miller Time
For some strange reason, the air conditioning in the danger room had been malfunctioning for over a week. The repair man had fixed it twice, and it was still roasting in there. Logan, Scott and Remy were training every afternoon at two o'clock. With the heat, it was as much a session in endurance as it was hand to hand combat.
"Remy no like dis heat, and he from Louisiana," Gambit complained.
"Damn Scooter! I thought you said they fixed the air conditioning, -twice," Logan growled at Scott.
"Hey, don't take my head off! Hank was in charge of getting it fixed," Scott said defensively.
"Hank isn't down here frying his furry ass off, we are," Logan hissed.
"Let's just get this over with," Scott said. "It's just an hour, and I already got the beer in the fridge."
"Dat's good, but it won't stop Remy from kicking your ass," Gambit said with a smile.
Logan smirked. "Bring it on Gumbo, we'll see who can last the whole hour," he said chuckling.
After an hour of beating each other up, they were hot, sweaty and thirsty. It had become routine for the trio to go out to the patio to drink a beer and cool off. By that time in the afternoon, it was shady there, and they could lounge on the lawn chairs, and rip apart each other's fighting techniques. They went through the kitchen and grabbed the beer on their way to the patio.
Kitty was getting a couple sodas out of the fridge when the three sweaty men walked in. Kitty barely spared them a glance, as she walked right past them and headed for her room.
"Bonjour, petit," Remy said with a smile.
Kitty didn't reply.
"What, no 'hello' for your old pal Logan, Half-pint?" Logan called after her.
"Hi," she hollered back, and bounced up the stairs.
"Teenagers," Scott said, shaking his head.
Logan just grunted and headed for the patio.
"Jubilee! Hey, guess what time it is!" Kitty exclaimed as she ran into their room.
"Oh my God! It's Miller time!" she said. "I'll get Rogue, you tell the girls next door to meet us at the window," she added as she dashed out the door.
Jubilee ran right into Rogue right outside the door.
"Hey, what's the emergency?" Rogue asked with a hint of annoyance.
"It's Miller Time!" Jubilee said with a wicked smile.
"Well why didn't you say so?!" Rogue demanded as they ran down the hall to the window.
At the second story window, above the patio, the girls stared through the glass like children looking into a candy store. Scott, Logan and Remy casually swaggered out onto the patio. Remy was the first one to decide it was time to remove that sweaty t-shirt.
"Oh, yeah," Rogue said approvingly. "It's sooo hot…"
"I hope Logan and Scott are hot too," a couple of the other girls said.
Logan stretched, and put down his beer. A window full of girls all held their breath. He paused, and then very slowly peeled his sweat soaked t-shirt off. He tossed it aside and lit up a cigar. He smiled at the disapproving look that Scott gave him.
Scott hated Logan's cigars. It was bad enough that it was sweltering out here; he shouldn't have to smell that too. Scott decided that losing the smelly sweat soaked shirt was a good idea and peeled his off too. The trio sat at the table drinking bear and chatting.
Above them, the girls were giggling and staring.
"Who looks better, Logan or Scott?" Jubilee asked Kitty.
"What? I don't know, Jubes, they're teachers!" she said, dodging the question.
"And you're ogling them, which one?" Jubilee repeated.
Rogue came to Kitty's rescue. "That southern fried Cajun ain't too bad to look at," Rogue said approvingly.
"Oh, oh! You like him!" Tracy exclaimed, and giggled.
"Syrin, it's not like he's ugly!" Jubilee said, and then turned back to the window to look some more. He was easy on the eyes, that was for sure.
"Scott," Kitty finally admitted.
Jubilee giggled. "I thought you would say that."
Rogue was torn, Logan or Remy? Hmmm, maybe I'll just flip a coin.
"So, what do you think they'd do to us if they ever found out we were the one's sabotaging the air conditioning, and turning on the heat in the danger room?" Jubilee asked the group.
"Does the term purgatory mean anything to you?" Kitty asked sarcastically.
A window full of girls giggled once more, and went back to enjoying the scenery.
"Well, my beer's gone," Scott said. "I think I'll go in and shower now."
"Remy's ready to go, too," Gambit agreed.
"Yeah, I think they all got enough of a look by now," Logan said. "What do you say we give them a really good scare?"
"What did you have in mind?" Scott asked with a sudden grin.
The three men leaned in for the plan, and then chuckled.
"Oh, yeah!" Scott said.
"Remy's in," Gambit agreed.
Logan gave a little smile, and the trio stood up…
"Oh, Miller time is over! They're leaving," Kitty said dejectedly.
The group watched the men stand, and oh, they didn't just do that! The trio of exquisitely chiseled men turned around to face the building. They looked right up at the window, and all struck body building poses. It would have been hilarious if the girls weren't all embarrassed about being caught watching.
"Oh, that's just too much!" said Jubilee with an appreciative smile.
"Wow," said Kitty with a sappy grin.
"We are so dead," Rogue said. Damn, that's the end of Miller Time!
The men stopped posing, and waved as they walked inside.
"Okay, every woman for herself!" Rogue exclaimed, and they all scattered.