Royal Flush five:
Disclamier: We're gonna party like it's ninteen ninty nine!
Review Responses:
RoguesHeart- Meh, who doesn't like Belladonna?
ishandahalf- Cosmic forces... ALIGN! Wow, that seemed like some screwed up superhero thing to say.
Danke for de reviews mon amis!
~
"Ya'll did that fer meh?" Rogue asked. The X-Men were having a backyard bar-b-que in honor of School getting out.
"Yeah, it's like, no-biggie," Kitty said, looking over at Logan's grill. "Um, Mr. Logan can I have a tofu dog instead? Thanks!" Logan growled in reply.
"Anyone want to have a breath holding contest?" Bri asked in the pool.
"Bri, you'd win," Bobby said, sneaking up behind her and hugging her.
"Fine. Marco Pollo?" She asked, turning and looking at Bobby.
"You'd win."
"Oh. Marco Pollo, sans powers?" She looked at everyone else.
"Oui," A voice said. Rogue spun around.
"Remy!" She smiled and ran over to him about to wrap him in a hug, but she stopped short.
"What es dis? No hug for Remy?" He asked, looking hurt.
"No. No hugs from you to Stripes," Logan abandoned his grill to come to the two and rain on their parade.
"Why not, mon ami?" Remy looked at Logan and stiffled a laugh at seeing Logan in his swimsuit and his T-shirt. He looked around, and saw that everyone else was in theirs.
"Because, Homme," Logan said, mimicking Remy. "Because I say so, and she's in trouble."
"Is dis true, Chere?" Remy looked at her in her dark green bikini.
"Yeah, Ah'm not supposed ta see you untill Ah turn eightneen in September," She glanced at the ground.
"But Remy brought his swimsuit t'."
"Ah think you can stay... Right Logan?" Rogue said, challenging Logan.
"Meh. Change behind those bushes, but I'd watch out. Boom Boom's got a camera," He turned around and went back to his cooking,
mumbling about stupid Cajuns.
"You heard the ol' lumpus, git!" Rogue pointed to the bushes.
"Marco!"
"Pollo!"
"Marco!"
"Pollo!"
"Ya know, in Spanish, pollo means chicken," Sam pointed out, he was it. "Marco!"
"Chicken!" The others laughed. Suddenly, Tabby and Salem ran across the lawn, laughing with a camera and a Cajun trying to pull up his trunks
and chase them at the ame time. His trunks, Rogue noticed, had flaming cards on them.
"Hold this, thanks!" Tabby dumped the camera in Kitty's lap. Kitty upon seeing what the digital camera held, let her eyes go wide and her mouth drop to her feet.
"Oh no, they got to him," Rogue muttered, shaking her head.
"Yeha, but he doesn't know we have the pictures..." A smile played on Kitty's lips.
"Uh-uh. No. Not mah Swamp Rat. No way."
"Please?"
"No!"
"Fine, you ruin all the fun."
"Do not! You're just jealous!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!" Salem grabbed the camera from Kitty to stop Remy from grabbing it.
"Okay, who gave them the camera?" Hank asked, shaking his head.
"Charles?" Ororo looked at him suspiciously.
"It's what Tabitha wanted for her birthday," He raised his hands in defense.
"CHICKEN!"
"You're it Bobby!" Bri laughed.
Meanwhile, Tabby and Salem were hiding in the pool shed from the 'Evil Ragin' Cajun,' As they had dubed him, looking at the pictures.
"How didja get alla these, Tabby?" Salem asked.
"Professor X got me this camera for my birthday, and I set to work. My master plan: a Christmas callender," Tabby grinned and laughed.
"Poor Jamie!"
"No, he's got more than some of the others, cough cough Scott cough cough," The two girls errupted into laughter.
"What does Jean see in him?"
"A six pack of rock hard abs!" Tabby called out.
"Uhm, Tabbitha, is the shed supposed to be glowing?" Salem asked, looking around.
"Delete de pictures o' Remy or he blows up de shack!" Came Remy's voice.
"Okay, delete, deleted," Tabby held the camera up to the window and scrolled through the pictures to show him. Immediatly, the shed stopped glowing, and Remy walked away.
"Why'd ya do that?"
"Back up disk!" Tabby smiled, removing the chip from the left triangle on her bikini. The shed began to shake with laughter.
"What are those two up to, Bri?" Bobby asked. He was sitting on the side of the pool with Bri and Riche.
"Something slashy, perhaps, neh, Riche?" Bri and Riche erupted into laughter, leaving Bobby confuzed.
"Burger or hot dog?"
"Burger, mon ami," Logan dumped the burger on Remy's plate. He was the last in line to get food, and was about to sit next to Rogue, but Logan, using his newly acquired super speed, slid in next to her.
"If Salem didn' know better, she'd say dat Logan had a petite crush on de chere," Salem whispered to Tabby, Bobby, Riche, Amara and Bri, immitating Remy's accent.
"Em?" Salem turned to Bri.
"Yah, Bri?"
"Were you and Tabby doing something.... Slashy?" She asked.
"No, I've got my Pie," Salem rolled her eyes at Bri.
"An' I've got my cute little hot head, Raymond Crisp!" Tabby then made this apparent by twiriling one of his bangs around her fingertip.
"Then what were you doing?" Riche asked the two.
"You'll find out at christmas," Tabby grinned.
"But that's too far!"
"Fine, your brithday then."
"Only 58 more days, Scott! I can't wait!" Jean gushed.
"Will they shut up about it already?" Rogue asked, looking at Remy and Logan.
"Why are you so down, Rogue?" Ororo asked across the table.
"It's jus' that if Ah were ta hold it, an' Ah touched it, even for half-a-secon', then Ah'd have two very angry parents head-huntin'"
"But you have your gloves," Ororo pointed out.
"What if mah shirt slipped, or summat? An' Ah don' wanna be tha 'Auntie Rogue' who can't hug o' kiss tha little bugger," Rogue looked at her food.
"If Chere is de 'Auntie Rogue' den would dat make Remy 'Uncle Gambit'?" Remy asked, raising an eyebrow,
"No. It's Auntie Kitty, Aunt Rogue, Uncle Kurt, Uncle Logan, Grandpa Charlie, Aunt Ororo, and cousins Ray, Tabbitha, Bobby, Amara, Sam, Roberto, Jamie, Bri, Riche and Salem. No-one else," Logan said gfruffly.
"Remy was jus' jokin'."
"Well, it wasn't funny," Jean snapped.
"Woah, Jean, like, the lack of your period doesn't mean, like, you have lack of PMS!" Kitty grinned cheekily.
"Be nice to Jean! She only has 58 more days left!" scott said, putting a comforting arm around Jean.
"Yeah, then we loose one of the X-Men," Logan frowned.
"But, we like, gain another!" Kitty clapped her hands together.
"Carrying of the X-gene is probable," Professor X said, setting down his corn-on-the-cob.
"Vell, ziz Uncle Nighty vans anozer hamburger," Kurt then bamfed to the grill and bamfed back.
"Until then, we need another replacement," All eyes of the table turned towards the Newbie table and reseted on one man.
"And so, the string says, 'I'm a frayed knot!'" Bobby finished his joke to hords of laughter.
"Bobby," Amara poked him in the head.
"Ow? Yeah?" He looked at her.
"Everyone is starring at you." Bobby turned around and was met witl all the eyes of the older X-Men. Yessire, Ladies and Gents, they had chosen Robert Drake, the great Iceman.
Disclamier: We're gonna party like it's ninteen ninty nine!
Review Responses:
RoguesHeart- Meh, who doesn't like Belladonna?
ishandahalf- Cosmic forces... ALIGN! Wow, that seemed like some screwed up superhero thing to say.
Danke for de reviews mon amis!
~
"Ya'll did that fer meh?" Rogue asked. The X-Men were having a backyard bar-b-que in honor of School getting out.
"Yeah, it's like, no-biggie," Kitty said, looking over at Logan's grill. "Um, Mr. Logan can I have a tofu dog instead? Thanks!" Logan growled in reply.
"Anyone want to have a breath holding contest?" Bri asked in the pool.
"Bri, you'd win," Bobby said, sneaking up behind her and hugging her.
"Fine. Marco Pollo?" She asked, turning and looking at Bobby.
"You'd win."
"Oh. Marco Pollo, sans powers?" She looked at everyone else.
"Oui," A voice said. Rogue spun around.
"Remy!" She smiled and ran over to him about to wrap him in a hug, but she stopped short.
"What es dis? No hug for Remy?" He asked, looking hurt.
"No. No hugs from you to Stripes," Logan abandoned his grill to come to the two and rain on their parade.
"Why not, mon ami?" Remy looked at Logan and stiffled a laugh at seeing Logan in his swimsuit and his T-shirt. He looked around, and saw that everyone else was in theirs.
"Because, Homme," Logan said, mimicking Remy. "Because I say so, and she's in trouble."
"Is dis true, Chere?" Remy looked at her in her dark green bikini.
"Yeah, Ah'm not supposed ta see you untill Ah turn eightneen in September," She glanced at the ground.
"But Remy brought his swimsuit t'."
"Ah think you can stay... Right Logan?" Rogue said, challenging Logan.
"Meh. Change behind those bushes, but I'd watch out. Boom Boom's got a camera," He turned around and went back to his cooking,
mumbling about stupid Cajuns.
"You heard the ol' lumpus, git!" Rogue pointed to the bushes.
"Marco!"
"Pollo!"
"Marco!"
"Pollo!"
"Ya know, in Spanish, pollo means chicken," Sam pointed out, he was it. "Marco!"
"Chicken!" The others laughed. Suddenly, Tabby and Salem ran across the lawn, laughing with a camera and a Cajun trying to pull up his trunks
and chase them at the ame time. His trunks, Rogue noticed, had flaming cards on them.
"Hold this, thanks!" Tabby dumped the camera in Kitty's lap. Kitty upon seeing what the digital camera held, let her eyes go wide and her mouth drop to her feet.
"Oh no, they got to him," Rogue muttered, shaking her head.
"Yeha, but he doesn't know we have the pictures..." A smile played on Kitty's lips.
"Uh-uh. No. Not mah Swamp Rat. No way."
"Please?"
"No!"
"Fine, you ruin all the fun."
"Do not! You're just jealous!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!" Salem grabbed the camera from Kitty to stop Remy from grabbing it.
"Okay, who gave them the camera?" Hank asked, shaking his head.
"Charles?" Ororo looked at him suspiciously.
"It's what Tabitha wanted for her birthday," He raised his hands in defense.
"CHICKEN!"
"You're it Bobby!" Bri laughed.
Meanwhile, Tabby and Salem were hiding in the pool shed from the 'Evil Ragin' Cajun,' As they had dubed him, looking at the pictures.
"How didja get alla these, Tabby?" Salem asked.
"Professor X got me this camera for my birthday, and I set to work. My master plan: a Christmas callender," Tabby grinned and laughed.
"Poor Jamie!"
"No, he's got more than some of the others, cough cough Scott cough cough," The two girls errupted into laughter.
"What does Jean see in him?"
"A six pack of rock hard abs!" Tabby called out.
"Uhm, Tabbitha, is the shed supposed to be glowing?" Salem asked, looking around.
"Delete de pictures o' Remy or he blows up de shack!" Came Remy's voice.
"Okay, delete, deleted," Tabby held the camera up to the window and scrolled through the pictures to show him. Immediatly, the shed stopped glowing, and Remy walked away.
"Why'd ya do that?"
"Back up disk!" Tabby smiled, removing the chip from the left triangle on her bikini. The shed began to shake with laughter.
"What are those two up to, Bri?" Bobby asked. He was sitting on the side of the pool with Bri and Riche.
"Something slashy, perhaps, neh, Riche?" Bri and Riche erupted into laughter, leaving Bobby confuzed.
"Burger or hot dog?"
"Burger, mon ami," Logan dumped the burger on Remy's plate. He was the last in line to get food, and was about to sit next to Rogue, but Logan, using his newly acquired super speed, slid in next to her.
"If Salem didn' know better, she'd say dat Logan had a petite crush on de chere," Salem whispered to Tabby, Bobby, Riche, Amara and Bri, immitating Remy's accent.
"Em?" Salem turned to Bri.
"Yah, Bri?"
"Were you and Tabby doing something.... Slashy?" She asked.
"No, I've got my Pie," Salem rolled her eyes at Bri.
"An' I've got my cute little hot head, Raymond Crisp!" Tabby then made this apparent by twiriling one of his bangs around her fingertip.
"Then what were you doing?" Riche asked the two.
"You'll find out at christmas," Tabby grinned.
"But that's too far!"
"Fine, your brithday then."
"Only 58 more days, Scott! I can't wait!" Jean gushed.
"Will they shut up about it already?" Rogue asked, looking at Remy and Logan.
"Why are you so down, Rogue?" Ororo asked across the table.
"It's jus' that if Ah were ta hold it, an' Ah touched it, even for half-a-secon', then Ah'd have two very angry parents head-huntin'"
"But you have your gloves," Ororo pointed out.
"What if mah shirt slipped, or summat? An' Ah don' wanna be tha 'Auntie Rogue' who can't hug o' kiss tha little bugger," Rogue looked at her food.
"If Chere is de 'Auntie Rogue' den would dat make Remy 'Uncle Gambit'?" Remy asked, raising an eyebrow,
"No. It's Auntie Kitty, Aunt Rogue, Uncle Kurt, Uncle Logan, Grandpa Charlie, Aunt Ororo, and cousins Ray, Tabbitha, Bobby, Amara, Sam, Roberto, Jamie, Bri, Riche and Salem. No-one else," Logan said gfruffly.
"Remy was jus' jokin'."
"Well, it wasn't funny," Jean snapped.
"Woah, Jean, like, the lack of your period doesn't mean, like, you have lack of PMS!" Kitty grinned cheekily.
"Be nice to Jean! She only has 58 more days left!" scott said, putting a comforting arm around Jean.
"Yeah, then we loose one of the X-Men," Logan frowned.
"But, we like, gain another!" Kitty clapped her hands together.
"Carrying of the X-gene is probable," Professor X said, setting down his corn-on-the-cob.
"Vell, ziz Uncle Nighty vans anozer hamburger," Kurt then bamfed to the grill and bamfed back.
"Until then, we need another replacement," All eyes of the table turned towards the Newbie table and reseted on one man.
"And so, the string says, 'I'm a frayed knot!'" Bobby finished his joke to hords of laughter.
"Bobby," Amara poked him in the head.
"Ow? Yeah?" He looked at her.
"Everyone is starring at you." Bobby turned around and was met witl all the eyes of the older X-Men. Yessire, Ladies and Gents, they had chosen Robert Drake, the great Iceman.