LATER...
As Jubilee and Wolverine entered wearily the boat's main lounge, they were greeted by an over-enthusiastic Bobby who practically dragged them to the seats he had kept for them.
They also noticed a malicious-looking rabbit that was tied with a leash to the only empty chair around the small, round table (probably Evita's chair, who was absent at the time). The evil little creature snarled viciously to their direction and they both quickly turned their attention back to Bobby, who was on the verge of exploding from bliss. It was obvious that the poor bastard was in love.
"Do we get to meet the reason for all that enthusiasm?" Logan inquired with a half-smirk which could be interpreted in many ways; faux-sneaky for Bobby and truly mischievous for Jubilee-who knew much better than Bobster at the moment.
"Why, yes, of course you will...as soon as she finishes her performance up there. She's just about to begin" he responded with unnerving cheerfulness, pointing over at the stage near them which was equipped with a...Karaoke device!
"Uh-Oh!" Jubilee and Wolverine exclaimed in unison.
A pretty hot woman with green hair and the trademark taste in cloths of Opal Tanaka ascended on the stage and grabbed the mic.
A fairly recognisable beat of an equally recognisable 70's song started to become louder and louder by each second, dominating the whole lounge.
The other people hanging around got their attention on the scene, curious of what would their acoustical membranes would have to suffer this time.
Two women appeared behind Evita, seeming to be friends of her, and they confirmed their presence as backing vocals by beginning to sing a repeatable tune, obviously a bridge to the main vocal dish in front of them.
"--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--"
As they kept their slightly irritating tune, Evita slowly brought the mic to her lips.
"...--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--"
Then the green-haired enemy started to actually sing, while swinging her hips in synchrony with the 2 ladies who were backing behind her:
" oooh I love to love
But my baby just loves to dance
he wants to dance - he loves to dance - he's gotta dance
oooh I love to looove,
But my baby just loves to daaaance..."
She sang as she felt the rythm flowing inside her, while she pointed down to Bobby and blew a kiss to him.
"Ooooooh I love to loooove
But there's no time for our romaaaaaaance
-No no nooooooo-
I love to loooove,
But my baby just loves to daaaaaance
The minute --the minute--
a band begins to swing it --swing it--
You're on your feet and with it --with it--
you dance the night awaaaaaaay
Stop --stop--
I'm spinning like a top --top--
We dance until we drop --drop-
but if I had my waaaay
I love to loooove
But my baby just loves to dance
he wants to dance - he loves to dance - he's gotta dance
oooh I love to looove,
But my baby just loves to daaaance...
Oooh I love to loooove
But will he give another chaaaaanceee
-never knooooooow-
I love to loooove,
But my baby just loves to daaaaaance
Stop --stop--
I'm spinning like a top --top--
We dance until we drop --drop-
but if I had my waaaay
At sundown instead of going downtown
We'd stay at home and get down to what I'm tryin' to saaaaaaaay
I love to loooove
but my babyyy just loves to daaaaance
-yeah yeaaaaah-
ooh!
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--
I love to loooove
but my babyyy just loves to daaaaance...."
As she finished the singing, which hadn't been bad at all, Wolverine and Jubilee were somewhat impressed by her singing skills- but just because she had a decent voice it didn't mean that she wouldn't hurt their precious Bobby!
Evita waved goodbye at the girls who had been previously backing her as she got off the stage within a storm of exhilarating claps.
As Evita neared Bobby and his friends, Jubilee sprang up, grabbing her hand and shaking it like an earthquake of enthusiasm, her eyes almost poking out of their sockets.
"Wowww, cooool! You are veeeeery good! I would like to-"
"Calm down, kid, you're bothering the lady" Logan interrupted by poking Jubilee at the ribs, and successfully making her shut up. Thank god for his quick thinking, or else the girl would have done something stupid like asking Evita for an autograph or something.
"You were quite good, miss." he said politely, turning his head and attention towards Bobby's emotional threat, while he repressed whatever he was feeling at the time (worry, anger, awe?). "Well done for your performance."
The woman blushed, and her reddened face made a striking contrast to her green hair.
"Why, thank you. I'm Evita, by the way, in case Robbie here hasn't informed you yet." she said with a half-perky, half-arrogant grin."
"Uh-Robbie?" Both Logan and Jubes cocked their heads towards a blushing Bobby-oh, Robbie-oh....whatever!!
"Evita thinks that Bobby is too child-like for a young man... I haven't realised that until yesterday! We both agreed that Robbie is much more appropriate for a man of my age... a young Robert." Robbie said all those words like he was a damn videotape, one that Evita had winded up.
"Oh great, first day with the wench around and she already calls him childlike-very Lorna-like!" Jubilee thought to herself.
Then another thing crossed her mind; the wench had already changed Bobby's name in what was their second day together.
Women bother to change stuff on their boyfriends only when they really intend to go very far with them-like, marriage. Jubilee, being a woman, plus having some experience herself with guys or other couples, knew that little detail very well. So, she gasped in realisation, making herself unavailable for the rest of the conversation.
Logan, seeing Jubilee gasping for unknown reasons, and still being unable to comment properly Robbie's (...Bobby's...oh, well, Popsicle's) name change, decided to change the subject instead, before the sudden silence reached an embarrassing length. And what better subject could that be if not for the little critter tied to Evita's chair?
"So, who's the little fella down there?" he called to Evita and pointed at the white rabbit below her.
The rabbit shot him a evil look that actually meant something, but it can't be translated from the bunny-language because the fic will then have to get a NC-17 rating.
"Oooh, my Fluffy is a very special bunny. He's from a very rare Tibetan race, the Karate-bunnies."
"Why do they have such a ridiculous name?" Logan asked again, intrigued. He had started to act as planned toward Evita so that he could prove what a loser she was. In the meanwhile, Jubilee just glared in shock that added to the previous one.
"Hey, you won't believe what you're gonna hear-but it's all true!" the slavish man known as Robbie intervened to support the little witch.
"They actually know Karate! They function like a computer programme when it comes to beating someone up, and they never lose! If I tell my little Fluffy: 'Karate-Bunny" and the word or words that stand for whatever you want him to attack, he will attack it and never stop until the thing gets chopped in pieces"
"Oh yeah? Show me!" Logan said, rather bemused. This couldn't be possible. he thought. Jubilee just kept glaring, overwhelmed by the incoming shocks from the crazy stuff she's been hearing since she set foot in that damned lounge.
"Heh, you won't believe what you're gonna see now!" Supportive Robbie intervened again in enthusiasm.
"You asked for it. Let me prepare a little exhibition." Evita said with irritating confidence.
She got off her chair and set it a bit more far than the table and rest of the chairs. Her pet bunny snarled, pissed at having to to be pushed around for the stupid human's entertainment. But it couldn't do otherwise, for obedience was flowing in its species blood, passed up from its ancestors. It would obey to the orders given to it like its nature always forced it to.
"Now, watch." Evita announced to all of them, dragging some looks from the other tables too. "Karate-Bunny, chair!"
Fluffy attacked the chair he was tied to and chopped it in dozens of little pieces using his lethal paws.
The clients sitting at the near tables dragged themselves a bit more far from the chopped up pieces of wood in terror, the feet of their chairs scratching the floor.
The Karate-bunny cleared some dust off its paws and sat back in all fours again, waiting for more commands.
A furious waiter, still holding an empty platter in his hands approached Evita and snarled at her:
"What have your little monster done here, lady? You're gonna pay for that chair, or else I'm calling security and you're spending the rest of the trip in a little room with no light and-"
He stopped talking as he saw the indifferent look in Evita's eyes. She was considering whether she should paint her fingernails green next time, or keep that purple colour she liked too much. The waiter's eye bulbs grew even more in frustration.
"Are you even LISTENING to me, you stupid wench? Do I really have to drag-"
"Karate-Bunny, waiter." the green-haired disaster commanded with untold apathy, her eyes still fixed on her fingernails.
The bunny got up again and kicked the waiter's ass with ease.
The other clients dragged their chairs and tables even more far, leaving a small clearing around the table of Robbie and the others.
Logan was even more intrigued by now. "I wanna try too!" he announced with a childish grin. The bunny just looked at him with an evil look, almost saying "You wouldn't dare..."
"Karate-Bunny...table!"
The bunny lashed on their table and tried to chop it into pieces, but the table was not like those wooden chairs that accompanied it...it was made of solid steel, painted up to look like wood.
The bunny royally failed to respond to the commands, since the metal has too hard for it to even bend, so after a few minutes Fluffy withdrew his paws in pain, sitting back by the wooden chair pieces.
Logan was now officially unimpressed at the bunny's show-off and couldn't help comment on it with amused apathy.
"Yeah, yeah. Karate-bunny, my ass..."
Both Robbie and Jubilee glared at Logan in terror. Evita just had a "Now you've done it" look in her eyes.
"Wo-Wolvie...you co-commanded it to-"
"What?" he interrupted the girl, still unaware of the huge mistake he had done and the big danger that awaited him in lethal, nasty paws.
Nobody had the chance to speak no more, because the bunny lashed on Wolverine, for the first time pleased to follow the commands it was given (even those made by mistake).
As Jubilee and Wolverine entered wearily the boat's main lounge, they were greeted by an over-enthusiastic Bobby who practically dragged them to the seats he had kept for them.
They also noticed a malicious-looking rabbit that was tied with a leash to the only empty chair around the small, round table (probably Evita's chair, who was absent at the time). The evil little creature snarled viciously to their direction and they both quickly turned their attention back to Bobby, who was on the verge of exploding from bliss. It was obvious that the poor bastard was in love.
"Do we get to meet the reason for all that enthusiasm?" Logan inquired with a half-smirk which could be interpreted in many ways; faux-sneaky for Bobby and truly mischievous for Jubilee-who knew much better than Bobster at the moment.
"Why, yes, of course you will...as soon as she finishes her performance up there. She's just about to begin" he responded with unnerving cheerfulness, pointing over at the stage near them which was equipped with a...Karaoke device!
"Uh-Oh!" Jubilee and Wolverine exclaimed in unison.
A pretty hot woman with green hair and the trademark taste in cloths of Opal Tanaka ascended on the stage and grabbed the mic.
A fairly recognisable beat of an equally recognisable 70's song started to become louder and louder by each second, dominating the whole lounge.
The other people hanging around got their attention on the scene, curious of what would their acoustical membranes would have to suffer this time.
Two women appeared behind Evita, seeming to be friends of her, and they confirmed their presence as backing vocals by beginning to sing a repeatable tune, obviously a bridge to the main vocal dish in front of them.
"--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--"
As they kept their slightly irritating tune, Evita slowly brought the mic to her lips.
"...--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--"
Then the green-haired enemy started to actually sing, while swinging her hips in synchrony with the 2 ladies who were backing behind her:
" oooh I love to love
But my baby just loves to dance
he wants to dance - he loves to dance - he's gotta dance
oooh I love to looove,
But my baby just loves to daaaance..."
She sang as she felt the rythm flowing inside her, while she pointed down to Bobby and blew a kiss to him.
"Ooooooh I love to loooove
But there's no time for our romaaaaaaance
-No no nooooooo-
I love to loooove,
But my baby just loves to daaaaaance
The minute --the minute--
a band begins to swing it --swing it--
You're on your feet and with it --with it--
you dance the night awaaaaaaay
Stop --stop--
I'm spinning like a top --top--
We dance until we drop --drop-
but if I had my waaaay
I love to loooove
But my baby just loves to dance
he wants to dance - he loves to dance - he's gotta dance
oooh I love to looove,
But my baby just loves to daaaance...
Oooh I love to loooove
But will he give another chaaaaanceee
-never knooooooow-
I love to loooove,
But my baby just loves to daaaaaance
Stop --stop--
I'm spinning like a top --top--
We dance until we drop --drop-
but if I had my waaaay
At sundown instead of going downtown
We'd stay at home and get down to what I'm tryin' to saaaaaaaay
I love to loooove
but my babyyy just loves to daaaaance
-yeah yeaaaaah-
ooh!
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get down--
--get-get-get-get-get get get -oooh! get get get -oooh!--
I love to loooove
but my babyyy just loves to daaaaance...."
As she finished the singing, which hadn't been bad at all, Wolverine and Jubilee were somewhat impressed by her singing skills- but just because she had a decent voice it didn't mean that she wouldn't hurt their precious Bobby!
Evita waved goodbye at the girls who had been previously backing her as she got off the stage within a storm of exhilarating claps.
As Evita neared Bobby and his friends, Jubilee sprang up, grabbing her hand and shaking it like an earthquake of enthusiasm, her eyes almost poking out of their sockets.
"Wowww, cooool! You are veeeeery good! I would like to-"
"Calm down, kid, you're bothering the lady" Logan interrupted by poking Jubilee at the ribs, and successfully making her shut up. Thank god for his quick thinking, or else the girl would have done something stupid like asking Evita for an autograph or something.
"You were quite good, miss." he said politely, turning his head and attention towards Bobby's emotional threat, while he repressed whatever he was feeling at the time (worry, anger, awe?). "Well done for your performance."
The woman blushed, and her reddened face made a striking contrast to her green hair.
"Why, thank you. I'm Evita, by the way, in case Robbie here hasn't informed you yet." she said with a half-perky, half-arrogant grin."
"Uh-Robbie?" Both Logan and Jubes cocked their heads towards a blushing Bobby-oh, Robbie-oh....whatever!!
"Evita thinks that Bobby is too child-like for a young man... I haven't realised that until yesterday! We both agreed that Robbie is much more appropriate for a man of my age... a young Robert." Robbie said all those words like he was a damn videotape, one that Evita had winded up.
"Oh great, first day with the wench around and she already calls him childlike-very Lorna-like!" Jubilee thought to herself.
Then another thing crossed her mind; the wench had already changed Bobby's name in what was their second day together.
Women bother to change stuff on their boyfriends only when they really intend to go very far with them-like, marriage. Jubilee, being a woman, plus having some experience herself with guys or other couples, knew that little detail very well. So, she gasped in realisation, making herself unavailable for the rest of the conversation.
Logan, seeing Jubilee gasping for unknown reasons, and still being unable to comment properly Robbie's (...Bobby's...oh, well, Popsicle's) name change, decided to change the subject instead, before the sudden silence reached an embarrassing length. And what better subject could that be if not for the little critter tied to Evita's chair?
"So, who's the little fella down there?" he called to Evita and pointed at the white rabbit below her.
The rabbit shot him a evil look that actually meant something, but it can't be translated from the bunny-language because the fic will then have to get a NC-17 rating.
"Oooh, my Fluffy is a very special bunny. He's from a very rare Tibetan race, the Karate-bunnies."
"Why do they have such a ridiculous name?" Logan asked again, intrigued. He had started to act as planned toward Evita so that he could prove what a loser she was. In the meanwhile, Jubilee just glared in shock that added to the previous one.
"Hey, you won't believe what you're gonna hear-but it's all true!" the slavish man known as Robbie intervened to support the little witch.
"They actually know Karate! They function like a computer programme when it comes to beating someone up, and they never lose! If I tell my little Fluffy: 'Karate-Bunny" and the word or words that stand for whatever you want him to attack, he will attack it and never stop until the thing gets chopped in pieces"
"Oh yeah? Show me!" Logan said, rather bemused. This couldn't be possible. he thought. Jubilee just kept glaring, overwhelmed by the incoming shocks from the crazy stuff she's been hearing since she set foot in that damned lounge.
"Heh, you won't believe what you're gonna see now!" Supportive Robbie intervened again in enthusiasm.
"You asked for it. Let me prepare a little exhibition." Evita said with irritating confidence.
She got off her chair and set it a bit more far than the table and rest of the chairs. Her pet bunny snarled, pissed at having to to be pushed around for the stupid human's entertainment. But it couldn't do otherwise, for obedience was flowing in its species blood, passed up from its ancestors. It would obey to the orders given to it like its nature always forced it to.
"Now, watch." Evita announced to all of them, dragging some looks from the other tables too. "Karate-Bunny, chair!"
Fluffy attacked the chair he was tied to and chopped it in dozens of little pieces using his lethal paws.
The clients sitting at the near tables dragged themselves a bit more far from the chopped up pieces of wood in terror, the feet of their chairs scratching the floor.
The Karate-bunny cleared some dust off its paws and sat back in all fours again, waiting for more commands.
A furious waiter, still holding an empty platter in his hands approached Evita and snarled at her:
"What have your little monster done here, lady? You're gonna pay for that chair, or else I'm calling security and you're spending the rest of the trip in a little room with no light and-"
He stopped talking as he saw the indifferent look in Evita's eyes. She was considering whether she should paint her fingernails green next time, or keep that purple colour she liked too much. The waiter's eye bulbs grew even more in frustration.
"Are you even LISTENING to me, you stupid wench? Do I really have to drag-"
"Karate-Bunny, waiter." the green-haired disaster commanded with untold apathy, her eyes still fixed on her fingernails.
The bunny got up again and kicked the waiter's ass with ease.
The other clients dragged their chairs and tables even more far, leaving a small clearing around the table of Robbie and the others.
Logan was even more intrigued by now. "I wanna try too!" he announced with a childish grin. The bunny just looked at him with an evil look, almost saying "You wouldn't dare..."
"Karate-Bunny...table!"
The bunny lashed on their table and tried to chop it into pieces, but the table was not like those wooden chairs that accompanied it...it was made of solid steel, painted up to look like wood.
The bunny royally failed to respond to the commands, since the metal has too hard for it to even bend, so after a few minutes Fluffy withdrew his paws in pain, sitting back by the wooden chair pieces.
Logan was now officially unimpressed at the bunny's show-off and couldn't help comment on it with amused apathy.
"Yeah, yeah. Karate-bunny, my ass..."
Both Robbie and Jubilee glared at Logan in terror. Evita just had a "Now you've done it" look in her eyes.
"Wo-Wolvie...you co-commanded it to-"
"What?" he interrupted the girl, still unaware of the huge mistake he had done and the big danger that awaited him in lethal, nasty paws.
Nobody had the chance to speak no more, because the bunny lashed on Wolverine, for the first time pleased to follow the commands it was given (even those made by mistake).