Disclaimer: X-Men = Marvel's, Ilehana Xavier and Ori = Corrinth's, Golan =
Star's, Blaze and all other OCs = Lamby's
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 07
"Kitty, can I ask your opinion?" Jean grabbed the younger girl as she walked towards her bedroom, whisking her into Jean's own room. "Do I wear the cream," The redhead held up a pasty coloured strappy top, before throwing it on her bed. "Or the blue?" The blue top was strapless, shot through with silver threads.
"The blue, definitely." Kitty answered as outside all chaos broke loose as Scott and Kurt fought over what music was best to get ready to.
"Give it a rest, guys." Rogue commented, fighting her way through to the bathroom with a towel in hand. How come seven thirty had seemed like hours away all afternoon, but now suddenly it was quarter to seven and she'd not even started to get ready? It was always the same, but at least every other kid at the institute was having the same crisis. "Hey Kitty, what are you wearin'?"
"Who knows?" Kitty called back, dodging a ball of ice as Iceman tried to nail Omara for singeing his new shirt. "Whatever's ironed I guess. Scott if you're looking for your hair gel, Berserker borrowed it last week and accidentally toasted it."
"Oh great." Cyclops sulked. "Jean, you are wearing the top I bought for you, aren't you?"
"Um, yeah." Jean smiled sweetly at her boyfriend until he'd walked past. Telepathically she appealed to Kurt, making the German mutant laugh out loud. #Which top was that? #
"Ray, Blaze is here!" Storm called from downstairs to be echoed by Blaze's shout of "And if you're not in three seconds, I'm taking Cannonball instead!"
"Comin' through!" Berserker legged it down the corridor, tossing a pot of hair gel at Scott as he did. "Sorry 'bout the last lot, but here, Bobby wont mind you stealing his!" Flying through the air, the lid came off the gel pot at the apex of its flight, drenching Scott in purple goop and sending Kurt and Kitty both into spasms of laughter. "Sorry!" Berserker span round to wave bye, and disappeared downstairs as Scott wiped the gel from his shades despairingly.
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Not surprisingly, Rogue was running late. It took her far longer than usual to decide on an ankle length black skirt and a dark green top with flared sleeves and a low neckline. Equally unsurprising, Gambit was running late too. Everybody else, that is, all the institute students who were going to the dance, had already left by the time he got to the mansion. By the time they arrived at the dance, Blaze was already corrupting a choice selection of Bayville students, human and mutant, with a few lessons in drinking games involving the gloopy fruit punch the school had provided. Kurt thought his sides would split when Scott actually missed his mouth, spilling the reddish liquid down the front of his fortunately similarly coloured shirt.
On the stage, Jonnie was cranking up the volume on the music system and flicking through a large CD collection. Rogue felt a huge relief, so that was why he hadn't asked her out, not because he had asked someone else, but because he was DJ for the night. She risked a wave in his direction, and he returned it with a smile. Gambit folded his arms.
"Go say 'hi' already Cherie, I get us some drinks."
"Fine." Rogue replied, knowing he was going to talk to Blaze as much as get drinks. Gambit walked away without a backwards glance, making Rogue mutter. "Some date this is."
"You made it!" Blaze exclaimed as she extracted herself from the other X- Men to greet her friend. She'd outdone herself tonight, Gambit realised, in a strapless silk black dress with ruffle trim to the skirt combined with knee high black boots.
"How you expect that dress to stay up all night, Cherie?" He asked, unable to draw his eyes from it to her face. Blaze didn't laugh, stepping a little too close to him as she replied.
"Who says I expect it to?" She cracked up completely as he met her eyes, before Berserker cleared his throat by her shoulder. Blaze stepped back from Gambit obediently and turned her giddy smile on her date. "Take it you've met Gambit, Ray?"
"Once or twice." Ray replied, accepting Gambit's outstretched hand and shaking it. "You guys got drinks?"
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"I'm glad you came Rogue." Jonnie offered her a hand up onto the stage. "I used to do this thing all the time at my last school, but I've no idea what I'm getting myself into here........."
"I'm sure you'll do fine." Rogue reassured him with a smile.
"Looks like that Gambit guy of yours is fitting right in anyway." Jonnie pointed out, nodding to where Gambit and Blaze were discussing her outfit. "Who's the redhead?"
"That li'l tramp!" Rogue seethed as she watched Berserker enter the conversation and all three mutants move towards the drinks stand. "Her name's Blaze, she's one of the X-Men, Ilehana Xavier's li'l pet project.........."
"Hey don't worry about it." Jonnie offered, smiling. "Whoever she is, she's not a patch on you." Rogue returned his smile, before making a move to go reclaim Remy. "Good luck!" Jonnie called after her, watching her go. Mystique's yellow eyes flashed briefly behind her disguise. Breaking Gambit and Rogue up was going to be even easier than she'd thought.........
As if on cue, Quicksilver and Avalanche entered the pleasantly decorated hall, each with a female student on his arm. Across the room Kitty's mouth dropped open as Lance entered with someone else. His brooding eyes met her blue ones briefly, before he pointedly looked away. Besides Shadowcat, Golan peered unblinking at the Brotherhood of Mutants member, extra arms twitching underneath the smart jacket Jean had adapted for him.
"You know dis person who enters with de white-haired one?" He asked Kitty carefully.
"Yeah I know him." Kitty pouted, folding her arms across as she watched Lance fetch his date a drink.
"You wish maybe to talk to him?" Golan prompted. "Golan does not mind if Kitty does what she wishes, Golan is here as Kitty's friend, does not expect to be able to keep her here all night........."
"Yeah well, I wish the same could be said for her, whoever she is." Kitty sulked, turning her back on Lance and his date as Golan patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly.
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"I got our numbers." Rogue brandished two slips of paper with printed numbers on at Gambit, who held up his hands to protest.
"I said we should come tonight, but I didn't mean enter this t'ing."
"Too late to back out, Cajun." Rogue pointed out, pinning his number to his sleeve. "An' I ain't been practicin' for nothin'."
"Practicin'?" Gambit smirked as he let himself be led onto the dance floor. "No, wait Rogue, seriously I can't dance!"
"Well that's tough, 'cause I ain't gonna let Jean or Blaze beat me, okay?" Looking up at him, she had to smile; he looked terrified. "Hey, where's the big tough bad guy who had us X-Men runnin' scared not so long ago?" She flattered him as he shook his head and shrugged. But at least he smiled too as Jonnie called the contestants onto the dance floor. Here goes nothing.........
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 07
"Kitty, can I ask your opinion?" Jean grabbed the younger girl as she walked towards her bedroom, whisking her into Jean's own room. "Do I wear the cream," The redhead held up a pasty coloured strappy top, before throwing it on her bed. "Or the blue?" The blue top was strapless, shot through with silver threads.
"The blue, definitely." Kitty answered as outside all chaos broke loose as Scott and Kurt fought over what music was best to get ready to.
"Give it a rest, guys." Rogue commented, fighting her way through to the bathroom with a towel in hand. How come seven thirty had seemed like hours away all afternoon, but now suddenly it was quarter to seven and she'd not even started to get ready? It was always the same, but at least every other kid at the institute was having the same crisis. "Hey Kitty, what are you wearin'?"
"Who knows?" Kitty called back, dodging a ball of ice as Iceman tried to nail Omara for singeing his new shirt. "Whatever's ironed I guess. Scott if you're looking for your hair gel, Berserker borrowed it last week and accidentally toasted it."
"Oh great." Cyclops sulked. "Jean, you are wearing the top I bought for you, aren't you?"
"Um, yeah." Jean smiled sweetly at her boyfriend until he'd walked past. Telepathically she appealed to Kurt, making the German mutant laugh out loud. #Which top was that? #
"Ray, Blaze is here!" Storm called from downstairs to be echoed by Blaze's shout of "And if you're not in three seconds, I'm taking Cannonball instead!"
"Comin' through!" Berserker legged it down the corridor, tossing a pot of hair gel at Scott as he did. "Sorry 'bout the last lot, but here, Bobby wont mind you stealing his!" Flying through the air, the lid came off the gel pot at the apex of its flight, drenching Scott in purple goop and sending Kurt and Kitty both into spasms of laughter. "Sorry!" Berserker span round to wave bye, and disappeared downstairs as Scott wiped the gel from his shades despairingly.
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Not surprisingly, Rogue was running late. It took her far longer than usual to decide on an ankle length black skirt and a dark green top with flared sleeves and a low neckline. Equally unsurprising, Gambit was running late too. Everybody else, that is, all the institute students who were going to the dance, had already left by the time he got to the mansion. By the time they arrived at the dance, Blaze was already corrupting a choice selection of Bayville students, human and mutant, with a few lessons in drinking games involving the gloopy fruit punch the school had provided. Kurt thought his sides would split when Scott actually missed his mouth, spilling the reddish liquid down the front of his fortunately similarly coloured shirt.
On the stage, Jonnie was cranking up the volume on the music system and flicking through a large CD collection. Rogue felt a huge relief, so that was why he hadn't asked her out, not because he had asked someone else, but because he was DJ for the night. She risked a wave in his direction, and he returned it with a smile. Gambit folded his arms.
"Go say 'hi' already Cherie, I get us some drinks."
"Fine." Rogue replied, knowing he was going to talk to Blaze as much as get drinks. Gambit walked away without a backwards glance, making Rogue mutter. "Some date this is."
"You made it!" Blaze exclaimed as she extracted herself from the other X- Men to greet her friend. She'd outdone herself tonight, Gambit realised, in a strapless silk black dress with ruffle trim to the skirt combined with knee high black boots.
"How you expect that dress to stay up all night, Cherie?" He asked, unable to draw his eyes from it to her face. Blaze didn't laugh, stepping a little too close to him as she replied.
"Who says I expect it to?" She cracked up completely as he met her eyes, before Berserker cleared his throat by her shoulder. Blaze stepped back from Gambit obediently and turned her giddy smile on her date. "Take it you've met Gambit, Ray?"
"Once or twice." Ray replied, accepting Gambit's outstretched hand and shaking it. "You guys got drinks?"
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"I'm glad you came Rogue." Jonnie offered her a hand up onto the stage. "I used to do this thing all the time at my last school, but I've no idea what I'm getting myself into here........."
"I'm sure you'll do fine." Rogue reassured him with a smile.
"Looks like that Gambit guy of yours is fitting right in anyway." Jonnie pointed out, nodding to where Gambit and Blaze were discussing her outfit. "Who's the redhead?"
"That li'l tramp!" Rogue seethed as she watched Berserker enter the conversation and all three mutants move towards the drinks stand. "Her name's Blaze, she's one of the X-Men, Ilehana Xavier's li'l pet project.........."
"Hey don't worry about it." Jonnie offered, smiling. "Whoever she is, she's not a patch on you." Rogue returned his smile, before making a move to go reclaim Remy. "Good luck!" Jonnie called after her, watching her go. Mystique's yellow eyes flashed briefly behind her disguise. Breaking Gambit and Rogue up was going to be even easier than she'd thought.........
As if on cue, Quicksilver and Avalanche entered the pleasantly decorated hall, each with a female student on his arm. Across the room Kitty's mouth dropped open as Lance entered with someone else. His brooding eyes met her blue ones briefly, before he pointedly looked away. Besides Shadowcat, Golan peered unblinking at the Brotherhood of Mutants member, extra arms twitching underneath the smart jacket Jean had adapted for him.
"You know dis person who enters with de white-haired one?" He asked Kitty carefully.
"Yeah I know him." Kitty pouted, folding her arms across as she watched Lance fetch his date a drink.
"You wish maybe to talk to him?" Golan prompted. "Golan does not mind if Kitty does what she wishes, Golan is here as Kitty's friend, does not expect to be able to keep her here all night........."
"Yeah well, I wish the same could be said for her, whoever she is." Kitty sulked, turning her back on Lance and his date as Golan patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly.
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"I got our numbers." Rogue brandished two slips of paper with printed numbers on at Gambit, who held up his hands to protest.
"I said we should come tonight, but I didn't mean enter this t'ing."
"Too late to back out, Cajun." Rogue pointed out, pinning his number to his sleeve. "An' I ain't been practicin' for nothin'."
"Practicin'?" Gambit smirked as he let himself be led onto the dance floor. "No, wait Rogue, seriously I can't dance!"
"Well that's tough, 'cause I ain't gonna let Jean or Blaze beat me, okay?" Looking up at him, she had to smile; he looked terrified. "Hey, where's the big tough bad guy who had us X-Men runnin' scared not so long ago?" She flattered him as he shook his head and shrugged. But at least he smiled too as Jonnie called the contestants onto the dance floor. Here goes nothing.........