Just in case you were wondering I still own nothing! And I'm not
particularly happy about that.
Chapter 2: Of Bars, Beers and Broads (I hope I spelled that right)
*~*Flashback*~*
(1 Month Ago)
Storm and Logan had followed their fearless leader, Scott Summers, to a bar in Canada. By the time they arrived Scott was slumped over the bar ½ conscious. He hadn't taking life without Jean very well.
"Flamin' hell, Scooter," was all Logan could say as he pulled Scott to his feet.
That's when Storm saw a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, "John?"
"You say somethin'?" Logan looked back at storm.
"You go on. I think I saw an old friend. I'll take a cab home." said Storm.
"Alright, Ro. That's probably for the best, Scooter and I need have a dialogue-not that he's gonna remember it."
Logan took Scott out to the car, while Storm went in search of John. She found him sitting alone in a booth drawing on a cocktail napkin.
Pyro looked up to find himself somewhere between bedwetting and a near death experience when he saw, "Ro?!"
"Hello, John," Storm greeted him in her usual friendly tone.
"What are you doing here?" asked Pyro caught off guard.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," said Ororo.
"Was that Scott I saw at the bar?" asked Pyro, changing the subject.
"Yes, he hasn't been taking life without Jean very well, but I'm sure you're new living arrangements are far more interesting than any news at the Institute."
"What do you mean?" asked John narrowing his eyes.
"Well," said Ororo sliding into the booth, "What did you have for breakfast?" She decided to start out simply.
"Nothing," responded Pyro smugly.
"You didn't eat breakfast?!" Storm was horrified.
"No we always sleep through breakfast. Trust me you don't want to be anywhere near the kitchen when Magneto and Mystique are at it. Damn, this one time I walked in and-"
"Who's we?" asked Storm cutting John off before he went anymore into detail.
"That would be us," said Toad.
Ororo looked up to see not only Toad, but Sabertooth as well. Her eyes started to glow-
"Easy, we're off duty," said Toad holding up his hands in defense.
~Time Passes~
John had fallen asleep on Ororo's shoulder while the adults swapped embarrassing stories of screw-ups on missions past. Toad had stopped after three beers, but Storm and Sabertooth just kept putting them away.
"Ok," said Toad, "Time to go home, Py, c'mon."
"MMmmmhhhh?" Pyro was in no mood to be roused.
"Let's go," Toad peeled John off Storm and wrapped one of the tired teen's arms around his neck, "Coming?" he asked Creed.
"No, I'm good for another round or two." Sabertooth assured him.
Toad took Pyro out to a jeep, put him down in the back and drove away.
That's when everything got fuzzy for Ororo.
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The next morning Ororo awoke to a splitting headache and something heavy around her waist. She figured Scott had that re-accruing where Jean made it back on the plane then bolted awake to find the other side of the bed vacant.
"Damn it, Scott, go back to your own room!"
The grip around her waist tightened and she heard a sound which can only be described as a deep purr.
She assumed it was the heater and settled back into the covers. The next thing she heard was the door knob turning and the door opening.
*Click*
Light flooded the room.
"Magneto wants to see-STORM!?" Toad yelped.
"No, fuckin' way," said Pyro as his eyes widening.
Both Victor and Storm sat up in bed and looked at each other. Needless to say they were very shocked, not to mention very naked. The only thing covering them was a blanket.
"Whoa, good thing I left the X-Men or I'd owe Bobby 200 hundred bucks," said John as a wave of relief washed over him.
"What are talking about?" asked Toad.
"We had a bet going Bobby disagreed with me that Ro was asexual-" Pyro explained the parameters of said bet.
"WHAT?!" roared Storm.
"I just said that right in front of her didn't I?" John looked directly at Toad afraid to llok away.
"Ya-ya, you did," confirmed Toad.
"For your information there is not proof we did anything!" insisted Storm indignantly.
"And denial is a river in Egypt." said Pyro as he bent down and lifted Storm's shredded pink bra from the floor.
"Why you little-" Storm's eyes stared to glow.
"Alright everyone clam down!" Toad quickly became the voice of reason, "Pyro go into Mystique' room and take some clothes. I'll stall Magneto and Mystique and as far you're concerned Pyro, we didn't see shit!"
"Ok," said John as he turned to leave for Mystique's room knowing full that he and Toad would be talking about it for days to come.
"Right," said Toad as he closed the door and went to stall Magneto.
Creed smiled smugly, putting both hands behind his head and leaning against the head board, "Guess you don't owe me that scream anymore,"
Storm hugged the blanket around her upper torso and glared at Sabertooth, "If you tell anyone I swear-"
*~*End Flashback*~*
Chapter 2: Of Bars, Beers and Broads (I hope I spelled that right)
*~*Flashback*~*
(1 Month Ago)
Storm and Logan had followed their fearless leader, Scott Summers, to a bar in Canada. By the time they arrived Scott was slumped over the bar ½ conscious. He hadn't taking life without Jean very well.
"Flamin' hell, Scooter," was all Logan could say as he pulled Scott to his feet.
That's when Storm saw a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, "John?"
"You say somethin'?" Logan looked back at storm.
"You go on. I think I saw an old friend. I'll take a cab home." said Storm.
"Alright, Ro. That's probably for the best, Scooter and I need have a dialogue-not that he's gonna remember it."
Logan took Scott out to the car, while Storm went in search of John. She found him sitting alone in a booth drawing on a cocktail napkin.
Pyro looked up to find himself somewhere between bedwetting and a near death experience when he saw, "Ro?!"
"Hello, John," Storm greeted him in her usual friendly tone.
"What are you doing here?" asked Pyro caught off guard.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," said Ororo.
"Was that Scott I saw at the bar?" asked Pyro, changing the subject.
"Yes, he hasn't been taking life without Jean very well, but I'm sure you're new living arrangements are far more interesting than any news at the Institute."
"What do you mean?" asked John narrowing his eyes.
"Well," said Ororo sliding into the booth, "What did you have for breakfast?" She decided to start out simply.
"Nothing," responded Pyro smugly.
"You didn't eat breakfast?!" Storm was horrified.
"No we always sleep through breakfast. Trust me you don't want to be anywhere near the kitchen when Magneto and Mystique are at it. Damn, this one time I walked in and-"
"Who's we?" asked Storm cutting John off before he went anymore into detail.
"That would be us," said Toad.
Ororo looked up to see not only Toad, but Sabertooth as well. Her eyes started to glow-
"Easy, we're off duty," said Toad holding up his hands in defense.
~Time Passes~
John had fallen asleep on Ororo's shoulder while the adults swapped embarrassing stories of screw-ups on missions past. Toad had stopped after three beers, but Storm and Sabertooth just kept putting them away.
"Ok," said Toad, "Time to go home, Py, c'mon."
"MMmmmhhhh?" Pyro was in no mood to be roused.
"Let's go," Toad peeled John off Storm and wrapped one of the tired teen's arms around his neck, "Coming?" he asked Creed.
"No, I'm good for another round or two." Sabertooth assured him.
Toad took Pyro out to a jeep, put him down in the back and drove away.
That's when everything got fuzzy for Ororo.
-------------
The next morning Ororo awoke to a splitting headache and something heavy around her waist. She figured Scott had that re-accruing where Jean made it back on the plane then bolted awake to find the other side of the bed vacant.
"Damn it, Scott, go back to your own room!"
The grip around her waist tightened and she heard a sound which can only be described as a deep purr.
She assumed it was the heater and settled back into the covers. The next thing she heard was the door knob turning and the door opening.
*Click*
Light flooded the room.
"Magneto wants to see-STORM!?" Toad yelped.
"No, fuckin' way," said Pyro as his eyes widening.
Both Victor and Storm sat up in bed and looked at each other. Needless to say they were very shocked, not to mention very naked. The only thing covering them was a blanket.
"Whoa, good thing I left the X-Men or I'd owe Bobby 200 hundred bucks," said John as a wave of relief washed over him.
"What are talking about?" asked Toad.
"We had a bet going Bobby disagreed with me that Ro was asexual-" Pyro explained the parameters of said bet.
"WHAT?!" roared Storm.
"I just said that right in front of her didn't I?" John looked directly at Toad afraid to llok away.
"Ya-ya, you did," confirmed Toad.
"For your information there is not proof we did anything!" insisted Storm indignantly.
"And denial is a river in Egypt." said Pyro as he bent down and lifted Storm's shredded pink bra from the floor.
"Why you little-" Storm's eyes stared to glow.
"Alright everyone clam down!" Toad quickly became the voice of reason, "Pyro go into Mystique' room and take some clothes. I'll stall Magneto and Mystique and as far you're concerned Pyro, we didn't see shit!"
"Ok," said John as he turned to leave for Mystique's room knowing full that he and Toad would be talking about it for days to come.
"Right," said Toad as he closed the door and went to stall Magneto.
Creed smiled smugly, putting both hands behind his head and leaning against the head board, "Guess you don't owe me that scream anymore,"
Storm hugged the blanket around her upper torso and glared at Sabertooth, "If you tell anyone I swear-"
*~*End Flashback*~*