It's evening. Everyone's home from the great flier delivery. Kurt and Jean
have promised not to tell anyone about their sneaking off, and... and the
other thing that they did. Or, as Jean pointed out, they didn't do, if
anyone asks. Rogue is giving them the evening off with the promise of a lot
more work tomorrow.
"You want to go out for the evening?" Ororo offers casually to Jean, not looking her in the eyes.
"Oh, yeah, great," Jean replies, not quite catching Ororo's eyes either. "Where were you thinking of going?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe that lesbian club place we went to a few weeks ago. Maybe Rogue and Katherine want to come along too."
Jean gives Ororo a funny look, and Ororo gets a funny feeling in her stomach. No, Katherine's straight, she thinks to herself, in case Jean is reading her thoughts and finds out what she did. "Rogue wouldn't want to come," she says eventually.
"Oh, no, she wouldn't," Ororo agrees quickly, relieved. "But erm, Katherine could help us sneak in for free."
"Great idea!" Jean grins. "I love your devious plans, Ororo."
"They really are quite good, aren't they?" Ororo smiles at her own greatness.
* * * * *
Ororo and Jean persuade Katherine to go with them, although Rogue gives them a disapproving look. She takes a book called "Obtaining Great Leadership Skills" to her room and no one sees her again until the next day. But anyway. Kurt and Logan hear about the "girls' night out" (of sorts) and start planning their own night in. Charlie and Maggie get out the chess again, even though it nearly always ends in an argument with Charlie throwing the pieces across the room.
"What do I wear?" Katherine frets, sitting in her room with Jean and Ororo sat on her bed for guidance. "I've never been to a place like that before!"
"Oh, well, Jean just wears the least amount of clothes she can, and I just dress normally," Ororo explains.
"Hey!" Jean says, not really angry but elbowing Ororo in the ribs.
"Ow!" Ororo says angrily, kicking Jean in the shins. Jean retaliates by telekinetically lifting a lamp into the air and whacking Ororo over the head with it.
"OUCH! Jean, that hurts, you evil cow!" Ororo shrieks, casting the lamp aside and leaping on Jean in an attempt to wrestle with her. Katherine gives a yelp as the lamp attacks her ankle and then tries not to watch Ororo lying on top of Jean, pinning her down. "I'll get you for that, Jean Grey!"
"No you won't!" Jean squeals, trying to pull a hardback book off the bookcase to whack Ororo over the head with, and failing because she can't see where they are. "Damn, damn, damn, get off me Ororo!"
"Make me," Ororo teases.
Jean's kicking and struggling underneath her, but Ororo's not giving up. "I can stay here all day if you want."
"No, you can't! I'll get you eventually!"
"Go on then, try," Ororo suggests. "OWWWW! Jean, you great cheat, I told you hitting me with a lamp HURTS!"
Katherine sighs. "Look you two, just kiss and make up, alright?" She's forgotten they'll take this literarily, and she spends a few minutes staring at the bookcase.
"Ahem, anyway," Jean says. "Katherine's clothes. Maybe you don't want to dress in your normal type clothes..." She neglects to mention that Katherine dresses like she works in an office everyday. A fairly casual office, perhaps, but still. "Maybe Ororo will lend you something."
"I'm too tall," Ororo says quickly. "Katherine would never fit into anything of mine."
"Alright, point taken. You can borrow something of mine." Jean frowns. "If you want to."
* * * * *
"Do we have to sneak in the back way?" Katherine asks. "I'm sure--"
"They charge you the front way. Phase us in through the wall and we get in free! It's not like they don't overcharge on the drinks anyway." Ororo pushes Katherine towards the wall. "Come on, it's just on the other side, no one'll notice."
"Do it, Dr Pryde," Jean insists.
"Alright. Hold my hands then." For just a second Katherine's tempted to let go at the last second and let the both of them walk straight into the brick wall, but she doesn't. She phases the three of them cleanly through the solid wall and they find themselves in the middle of the hot and noisy room.
"Drinks!" Ororo cries ecstatically.
"Ororo has a great plan," Jean elaborates. "What you do, is you go up to the bar and flirt with the richest looking girl there. Then she'll buy you drinks. Lots of drinks. Then you can get drunk off your head for only a fraction of the price!"
"Isn't it amazing?" Ororo asks proudly. "Then at the end of the night, if you want someone to go--" She catches Jean looking at her. "I mean, who would I want to go home with except you, Jeanie darling?"
"That's better. Now let's go find people to buy us drinks!"
Ororo and Jean run off towards the bar, leaving Katherine stood awkwardly by the wall. She looks around. I've never seen so many lesbians in one place, she thinks, in awe.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, Kurt and Logan are still planning.
"I'm hungry," Kurt complains.
"Me too," Logan agrees.
"Ice cream," says Kurt.
"Yoghurt," Logan argues.
"Ice cream!"
"Yoghurt!"
"Ice cream, Logan."
Logan doesn't reply instantly. Instead he stops to think. "Brainwave! Kurt, you have ice cream and I'll have yoghurt."
"Wunderbar!"
* * * * *
Ororo giggles. "Oh, look, my glass is empty again. Bargirl, come refill it for me! This chick's paying, okay?"
'This chick' just hiccups.
"And my friend Jean wants one too."
"Where's Kitty?" Jean asks distractedly. She knows one of them needs to be sober enough to find them somewhere to go afterwards, ideally home and failing that anything classier than a ditch will do. If Katherine's not drinking then Jean can get drunk off her head with Ororo. She's had a few already and can't quite work out how to contact Katherine psychically. She's trying but she's just getting a headache. Charlie's always telling her telepaths and alcohol don't mix but she never listens. She looks up, trying to see through the crowd. And sure enough, there Katherine is. Dancing like she's downed more than Ororo on a "wild night out".
"She'll be unconscious in a few hours if she carries on!" Jean grumbles. "Why do I always have to be the sensible one?"
* * * * *
"Can I have some ice cream, Elf?" Logan asks, beggingly [not a real word, and I don't care!].
Kurt holds the spoon out. "Open up then," he suggests.
Logan's about to say something, and then changes his mind. After all, who WOULDN'T want to be spoon-fed by the Fuzzy One?
* * * * *
The evening passes. Maggie and Charlie get bored with chess and play strip chess instead. Then strip battleships, and then strip tic-tac-toe/nought and crosses/whatever you happen to call it. Eventually they realise they've both lost.
"What do we do now?" Charlie asks.
"Oh, I think we should put all the games away now, it's past your bedtime," Maggie says suggestively. And there'll be no more said about those two until tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Kurt and Logan are at their own "games".
"I think you're right," Kurt comments. "Yoghurt is better than ice cream. It's more runny and doesn't melt."
"I know. You want some more?"
"Oh yeah. Lots more. Hey, how much have we got?"
"A whole lot," Logan says, mentally trying to count and giving up. "Why?"
"Well, I read somewhere, this story, about these guys and a huge jacuzzi full of yoghurt. You want to try it?"
"Yeah, why not?"
[A/n: shameless plug. Kurt's referring to my fanfic 'Yoghurt'.]
* * * * *
And it's quite late when Jean, Ororo, and Katherine stumble into the garden. About four in the morning, in fact. Kurt and Logan have given up on the jacuzzi, leaving it full of black and blue hairs with traces of yoghurt around the bottom, and are now asleep in Kurt's bed. Maggie and Charlie are similarly asleep in Charlie's bed.
Ororo steps into the garden and collapses on the floor, giggling. Katherine throws up in a flowerbed.
"SHHH!" Jean hisses loudly. "You'll wake everyone up!"
"I am being quiet!" Ororo protests loudly. "Come on! Let's go inside!"
"Dungarees, dungarees, dungarees-dungarees-dungarees," Katherine sings happily.
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Okay, just a quick note about my Scott-Death fic. Fanfiction.net removed it. It's highly unfair, but, well, what can I do? So I'm sorting out getting them uploaded somewhere else. I'll tell you where, when I know.
"You want to go out for the evening?" Ororo offers casually to Jean, not looking her in the eyes.
"Oh, yeah, great," Jean replies, not quite catching Ororo's eyes either. "Where were you thinking of going?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe that lesbian club place we went to a few weeks ago. Maybe Rogue and Katherine want to come along too."
Jean gives Ororo a funny look, and Ororo gets a funny feeling in her stomach. No, Katherine's straight, she thinks to herself, in case Jean is reading her thoughts and finds out what she did. "Rogue wouldn't want to come," she says eventually.
"Oh, no, she wouldn't," Ororo agrees quickly, relieved. "But erm, Katherine could help us sneak in for free."
"Great idea!" Jean grins. "I love your devious plans, Ororo."
"They really are quite good, aren't they?" Ororo smiles at her own greatness.
* * * * *
Ororo and Jean persuade Katherine to go with them, although Rogue gives them a disapproving look. She takes a book called "Obtaining Great Leadership Skills" to her room and no one sees her again until the next day. But anyway. Kurt and Logan hear about the "girls' night out" (of sorts) and start planning their own night in. Charlie and Maggie get out the chess again, even though it nearly always ends in an argument with Charlie throwing the pieces across the room.
"What do I wear?" Katherine frets, sitting in her room with Jean and Ororo sat on her bed for guidance. "I've never been to a place like that before!"
"Oh, well, Jean just wears the least amount of clothes she can, and I just dress normally," Ororo explains.
"Hey!" Jean says, not really angry but elbowing Ororo in the ribs.
"Ow!" Ororo says angrily, kicking Jean in the shins. Jean retaliates by telekinetically lifting a lamp into the air and whacking Ororo over the head with it.
"OUCH! Jean, that hurts, you evil cow!" Ororo shrieks, casting the lamp aside and leaping on Jean in an attempt to wrestle with her. Katherine gives a yelp as the lamp attacks her ankle and then tries not to watch Ororo lying on top of Jean, pinning her down. "I'll get you for that, Jean Grey!"
"No you won't!" Jean squeals, trying to pull a hardback book off the bookcase to whack Ororo over the head with, and failing because she can't see where they are. "Damn, damn, damn, get off me Ororo!"
"Make me," Ororo teases.
Jean's kicking and struggling underneath her, but Ororo's not giving up. "I can stay here all day if you want."
"No, you can't! I'll get you eventually!"
"Go on then, try," Ororo suggests. "OWWWW! Jean, you great cheat, I told you hitting me with a lamp HURTS!"
Katherine sighs. "Look you two, just kiss and make up, alright?" She's forgotten they'll take this literarily, and she spends a few minutes staring at the bookcase.
"Ahem, anyway," Jean says. "Katherine's clothes. Maybe you don't want to dress in your normal type clothes..." She neglects to mention that Katherine dresses like she works in an office everyday. A fairly casual office, perhaps, but still. "Maybe Ororo will lend you something."
"I'm too tall," Ororo says quickly. "Katherine would never fit into anything of mine."
"Alright, point taken. You can borrow something of mine." Jean frowns. "If you want to."
* * * * *
"Do we have to sneak in the back way?" Katherine asks. "I'm sure--"
"They charge you the front way. Phase us in through the wall and we get in free! It's not like they don't overcharge on the drinks anyway." Ororo pushes Katherine towards the wall. "Come on, it's just on the other side, no one'll notice."
"Do it, Dr Pryde," Jean insists.
"Alright. Hold my hands then." For just a second Katherine's tempted to let go at the last second and let the both of them walk straight into the brick wall, but she doesn't. She phases the three of them cleanly through the solid wall and they find themselves in the middle of the hot and noisy room.
"Drinks!" Ororo cries ecstatically.
"Ororo has a great plan," Jean elaborates. "What you do, is you go up to the bar and flirt with the richest looking girl there. Then she'll buy you drinks. Lots of drinks. Then you can get drunk off your head for only a fraction of the price!"
"Isn't it amazing?" Ororo asks proudly. "Then at the end of the night, if you want someone to go--" She catches Jean looking at her. "I mean, who would I want to go home with except you, Jeanie darling?"
"That's better. Now let's go find people to buy us drinks!"
Ororo and Jean run off towards the bar, leaving Katherine stood awkwardly by the wall. She looks around. I've never seen so many lesbians in one place, she thinks, in awe.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, Kurt and Logan are still planning.
"I'm hungry," Kurt complains.
"Me too," Logan agrees.
"Ice cream," says Kurt.
"Yoghurt," Logan argues.
"Ice cream!"
"Yoghurt!"
"Ice cream, Logan."
Logan doesn't reply instantly. Instead he stops to think. "Brainwave! Kurt, you have ice cream and I'll have yoghurt."
"Wunderbar!"
* * * * *
Ororo giggles. "Oh, look, my glass is empty again. Bargirl, come refill it for me! This chick's paying, okay?"
'This chick' just hiccups.
"And my friend Jean wants one too."
"Where's Kitty?" Jean asks distractedly. She knows one of them needs to be sober enough to find them somewhere to go afterwards, ideally home and failing that anything classier than a ditch will do. If Katherine's not drinking then Jean can get drunk off her head with Ororo. She's had a few already and can't quite work out how to contact Katherine psychically. She's trying but she's just getting a headache. Charlie's always telling her telepaths and alcohol don't mix but she never listens. She looks up, trying to see through the crowd. And sure enough, there Katherine is. Dancing like she's downed more than Ororo on a "wild night out".
"She'll be unconscious in a few hours if she carries on!" Jean grumbles. "Why do I always have to be the sensible one?"
* * * * *
"Can I have some ice cream, Elf?" Logan asks, beggingly [not a real word, and I don't care!].
Kurt holds the spoon out. "Open up then," he suggests.
Logan's about to say something, and then changes his mind. After all, who WOULDN'T want to be spoon-fed by the Fuzzy One?
* * * * *
The evening passes. Maggie and Charlie get bored with chess and play strip chess instead. Then strip battleships, and then strip tic-tac-toe/nought and crosses/whatever you happen to call it. Eventually they realise they've both lost.
"What do we do now?" Charlie asks.
"Oh, I think we should put all the games away now, it's past your bedtime," Maggie says suggestively. And there'll be no more said about those two until tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Kurt and Logan are at their own "games".
"I think you're right," Kurt comments. "Yoghurt is better than ice cream. It's more runny and doesn't melt."
"I know. You want some more?"
"Oh yeah. Lots more. Hey, how much have we got?"
"A whole lot," Logan says, mentally trying to count and giving up. "Why?"
"Well, I read somewhere, this story, about these guys and a huge jacuzzi full of yoghurt. You want to try it?"
"Yeah, why not?"
[A/n: shameless plug. Kurt's referring to my fanfic 'Yoghurt'.]
* * * * *
And it's quite late when Jean, Ororo, and Katherine stumble into the garden. About four in the morning, in fact. Kurt and Logan have given up on the jacuzzi, leaving it full of black and blue hairs with traces of yoghurt around the bottom, and are now asleep in Kurt's bed. Maggie and Charlie are similarly asleep in Charlie's bed.
Ororo steps into the garden and collapses on the floor, giggling. Katherine throws up in a flowerbed.
"SHHH!" Jean hisses loudly. "You'll wake everyone up!"
"I am being quiet!" Ororo protests loudly. "Come on! Let's go inside!"
"Dungarees, dungarees, dungarees-dungarees-dungarees," Katherine sings happily.
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Okay, just a quick note about my Scott-Death fic. Fanfiction.net removed it. It's highly unfair, but, well, what can I do? So I'm sorting out getting them uploaded somewhere else. I'll tell you where, when I know.