Karaoke

"It's been days of complete silence, I can't take it any more!" Peter said. "Kitty won't even sit by me in class."

"John, you are the biggest ass-hole at this school," Bobby said firmly.

"Guilty," he agreed solemnly.

"I can't believe you propositioned Rogue like she was some…" Bobby accused.

"I was joking," John lied.

"Liar," Bobby said flatly.

"You're right, I actually propositioned Rogue and Kitty and Jubilee," John admitted.

"At the same time?" Bobby practically yelled.

"Enough," Peter said. He was more than a little angry at the human torch for being a creep. "What do we do about it?"

"Yeah, the girls won't even look at us," Jamie said sadly.

"Oh, yes they will," Bobby said. "I have an idea."

"Heaven help us! The Icicle has an idea," John said.

"Shut up John!" the group said in unison.

It was his night to watch the kids, but Logan needed to get drunk. Since he had to stay at the mansion, he went to the liqueur store for some groceries. Logan was in a black mood. The itch on his knuckles was begging for him to release his claws. Any target would do, but he wanted the ass-hole that spoiled the fun.

Marie was ignoring him. Logan tried everything short of throwing himself at her feet to get her to notice him. But Rogue and her two pals were giving the male population the cold shoulder, in fact, all the girls were. Siryn's revelation that seventeen was legal put ideas into a lot of the guy's heads, and someone stepped over the line. Logan didn't know who the jerk was, but he knew that the girls were exacting revenge on all of them without discrimination, including him. That was going to change. He would fix things between him and Marie even if it meant he had to die of embarrassment to do it.

But first he had to talk it over with Jack (Daniels), and Jim (Beam), and the Captain (Morgan). He stalked down to the adult lounge with his sack of 'groceries' and started drinking. He was drinking up the courage to talk to Marie. He didn't expect her to feel the same, but he had to do it. The games were killing him, he had to know if he had a chance. He prayed the numbness would last long enough to dull the embarrassment when he did it.

"Bobby, you are a complete…" Jamie was interrupted.

"Nimrod!" John said.

"Genius," Jamie finished.

John groaned. He'd set his own hair on fire before he'd sing. No girl was worth the humiliation.

They set up in the gallery, and then all the guys went to their rooms to change. You can't grovel in just anything, you need to dress up. Jamie and Peter wore suits. Bobby found a flashy silk shirt and dress pants. John put on a clean t-shirt, but still refused to sing. Then Bobby taped a note to Rogue's door, knocked, and ran.

"Have we made them suffer enough yet Rogue? I miss the boys," Kitty said earnestly.

"Yeah, John was the only one who did anything wrong," Jubilee agreed. "I'm all for supporting you in this, but come on, a girl needs companionship."

"Yeah. Have you seen poor Logan trying to get your attention? He hasn't worn a shirt except to class for days!" Kitty exclaimed. "Not that I mind," she added.

"Don't worry," Rogue said. "Sooner or later they'll find a way to apologize for whatever pissed us off."

"I see," Jubilee said thoughtfully. "This is a ploy."

"It better work soon, because I miss Peter!" Kitty said, and then slapped a hand over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Reeeeeally?" Jubilee said.

"So Kit-Kat dreams of Russia…" Rogue teased.

"Be nice," Kitty said blushing.

"We are nice!" Jubilee said defensively. "Why didn't you say so before? We'd have been all for getting you two together."

"I sort of want it to be his idea," Kitty said quietly.

Rogue was about to say something when she heard the knock at the door followed by someone running down the hall. She opened the door, and found the note. Hmmmm.

"Hey, get a load of this!" Rogue said. She read them the note:

"Dear Ladies,

We the men of the X-mansion grovel at your feet. We request your presence in the gallery at 9:00 pm for a formal apology. It is our hope that you will forgive us for whatever we did to cause you to resort to such a harsh punishment. Please attend.

Yours truly,

The guys"

"Oh, Chica, I take it back, you are a genius!" Jubilee said. "What time is it?"

"8:55 pm," Kitty exclaimed.

"Round up the girls, we're in for an interesting night," Rogue said.

Logan was done talking to Jack, and Jim. He was finishing up his last few words with the Captain when he heard the music. Well, noise really. He downed the last gulp from his bottle and headed in the direction of the unpleasant music. He found it in the gallery. The boys were on stage, the girls were in the audience, and they had one of those annoying Karaoke machines. He hung back and watched.

"….You lost that lovin feelin, whoa that lovin feelin! You lost that lovin feelin cause it's gone, gone, gone, whoa-oo-ao-oo-ao…" Bobby was singing, only semi-horribly.

"Baby, baby, I get down on my knees…" Peter continued in his thick accent. He was singing right to Kitty and she seemed impressed.

This was ridiculous. But it seemed to be working. The guys were serenading the animosity right out of the girls. It seemed to be turning into a party, and Logan suddenly got an idea. Rogue wasn't going to be able to ignore him this time.

The boys were finally done with their song, and Logan stormed right up to the stage, made a selection on the machine and grabbed the microphone. The music blared and everyone's eyes got huge. No one had any idea that Wolverine could sing, or that he'd even want to.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt; so sexy it hurts," Logan started singing and dancing. He ripped his shirt off as he continued. "I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan!"

He wasn't a bad singer, and the girls were screaming at him like he was a rock star. The boys were dumbstruck. They'd just been outdone by the resident sourpuss. How the hell did that happen?

"….too sexy for your party the way I'm Disco dancing!" Logan was really getting into it, with his hand in the air and swiveling his hips like John Travolta in Saturday night Fever. "I'm a model you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk…" Logan continued to dance, and then twirled. (Yes, twirled, it was even in the song, so he twirled.)

Rogue's eyes were as big as dinner plates, and Logan stared at her as he danced. He was making an impression all right. Rogue watched him shake his…booty, and tried not to drool. She could kick herself for ignoring him so long, but realized he'd never have done this if she hadn't.

"Rogue," Jubilee said.

"Yeah?" Rogue answered.

"You are the Bomb! I'll never doubt again," Jubilee said as she stared at Logan's bare chest approvingly.