Dinner With The Misfits
"Vi, Carl it's time for dinner," Ororo called out to her sister and her brother in law.
"You actually try to eat like regular people in this place?" Carl grumbled. "Or do you pour the food out in a trough and let the herd gobble it down?"
"We try to encourage dinners with everyone at the table," Ororo explained. "It gives the children a sense of family and routine."
"Just as long as I don't have to sit at the kiddie table…" Carl grunted.
The dining table was huge and loaded with food. They ended up sitting between Ororo and Warren. "Wow look at all the food," Carl blinked.
"You need a lot to keep these kids going," Warren told him. "And I thought I could run up a bill getting dinner."
"That reminds me," Carl looked at Warren. "What exactly do you do?"
"Depends on what's going on at the time," Warren said. "Sometimes I fill in for Storm in teaching history. Help Logan out with training. I've also been tutoring and giving some computer lessons. We've been thinking of starting some basic business courses as well."
"That and trying to keep hold of a fortune 500 company is a bit taxing," John said sarcastically. "Interrupts your oh so busy schedule…"
"My family runs Worthington Industries," Warren sighed. "Let's just say I made some…arrangements with my family to do what business I'm allowed to do over the phone and by computer."
"Cut the act Wings," John snapped. "We all know your folks give you an allowance to do as little as possible now that you've been outed as a mutant. You know what he does all day? Sells some of his fancy stuff on Ebay and looks at porn websites!"
"I do not look at porn websites!" Warren snapped. "It was a modern art site! Beast was the one that told me about it!"
"Oh there's a reliable source of information," John quipped. "Hey Beast, care to tell me where I can find some 'art websites' to get off on?"
"PROUDSTAR!" Ororo snapped.
"How about W W W 'You Are A Loser' Dot Com?" Warren snapped.
"So one of your personal favorites huh?" John quipped back.
"Could you two not have this discussion right now?" Ororo asked. "At least not in front of the children!"
"Yeah we all know how impressionable Badger is," Tabitha snickered.
"Keep it up, Time Bomb," Logan glared at her. "I've got a level 9 training session with your name on it." He looked upwards. "ELF GET OFF THE CEILING!"
"I just wanted to get the spare ribs," Kurt was hanging from the large lamp overhead.
"If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times!" Logan snapped. "If you want something ask for it! Try to use your manners huh?" With that he used his claws to grab a roll and chomp down on it. "Good bread."
X23 watched him and repeated his actions. "Needs butter." She used her other claws to skewer a piece.
"Professor!" Jamie shouted. "Bobby froze my soup again!"
"Here you go," Amara took the bowl in her hands. "I'll heat it up." She did so with her powers. Unfortunately she went a bit overboard and it started to bubble. "Whoops!"
Some of it erupted and splattered on the table. And onto Hanks' arm. "OW! HOT! HOT!"
"Sorry," Amara apologized.
"Hey where's Dr. Reisman?" Scott looked around.
"Gee I have no idea," Ray grinned. "Do you know where she is Roberto?"
"Why I haven't a clue, Ray?" Roberto grinned. "You know I think she might still be in her room."
"And why is that?" Ororo was afraid of the answer.
"Well for some reason, I don't know how…" Jubilee whistled. "The lock on her door is stuck."
"Yeah it's the darndest thing," Logan smirked. "For some reason even I had trouble opening it. Oh well…Maybe later we'll try again."
"Oh brother…" Ororo made circling motions on her forehead with her hands to try and reduce the headache.
"Jean, pass the green beans," Kitty asked. Jean did so with her telekinesis.
"Tabitha don't even think of using one of your energy bombs in the mashed potatoes!" Scott warned.
"This is routine, huh?" Vi asked Ororo.
"Can we all please act like normal sane human beings for once?" Ororo asked everyone.
"Hello Everyone!" Pietro zoomed in. "And how are we all doing this evening?"
"Well there goes the chance of that happening," Scott groaned.
"Some days I just wish a bomb would drop on us and get it over with," Rogue groaned.
"Don't talk like that Rogue," Scott said. Under his breath he muttered. "We'd never be that lucky!"
"What are they doing here?" Carl asked as the Misfits entered the room and immediately started to chow down on the food.
"Stealing our dinner," Kurt groaned. "Like they do every night around here!"
"Every night?" Vi asked, her voice getting higher.
"More like every other night," Pietro munched on a roll. "A couple times a week. No biggie. So Mr. and Mrs. D, what's new?"
"Besides the fact our son is in jail and we're living in this madhouse?" Vi asked him.
"Well you don't have to be so touchy about it," Pietro sniffed. "I was only asking. You don't have to be so hostile to me."
"Pietro, the last time we saw you, you had managed to lock up my son in jail for stealing!" Carl glared at Pietro.
"Yes, which you had done in the first place!" Vi pointed at Pietro.
"Oh, that was a couple of years ago," Pietro waved. "Besides I grew out of that phase!"
"When?" Lance asked. "Even Toad doesn't steal as much as you do!"
"I'm in a 12 step program," Todd said proudly. He dug out a chip and showed it to them. "Here's my 30 day chip for not stealing stuff."
"This is an AA chip," Carl remarked.
"Yeah, well they don't have real chips for what I have so I took this," Todd explained. "It was just lying around in somebody's drawer doing nothing so…"
"Is he serious?" Carl looked at Roadblock. "Please tell me he is not serious."
"Well odds are he didn't get it from any of us Joes or at the mansion," Roadblock shrugged. "So…"
"Unbelievable," Carl moaned.
"Hey, Rock Head go away!" Peter snapped as Lance situated himself between Kitty and himself. "This table is not big enough for losers!"
"They made room for you didn't they?" Lance asked.
"Did you guys have to come here tonight?" Kitty snapped.
"Of course," Fred told her. "It's spare rib night. Duh!"
"Yeah we know Remy and Rogue helped make this," Pietro quickly ate some corn on the cob. "It would be different if either you or Jean made it."
"That's for sure!" Todd nodded as he chowed down on a rib. He grabbed one with his tongue, rolled it in his mouth and spat out the bone. "Ahh! That's good barbecue!"
"And what's wrong with our cooking?" Jean snapped.
"Besides the fact that the Poison Control Hotline has both of you on its ten most wanted list?" Pietro asked.
"Speaking of most wanted lists," Scott said. "Mr. and Mrs. Daniels these are the Misfits."
"We've met," Shipwreck grinned as he moved his chair between Ororo and Vi. "So how are you lovely ladies doing?"
"We'll do better if you leave!" Ororo snapped. "We were hoping to make it a family night!"
"Sounds good to me," Shipwreck grinned. "Quicksilver and Wanda are family last I checked. Right Rogue?"
"And people think it's my powers that would drive me to consider suicide," Rogue moaned. "How little they know me…"
"Oh please Rogue, you'd never kill yourself," Wanda waved.
"You're right," Rogue glared. "Murder is a much more interesting option!"
"Can we please not talk about murder at the dinner table?" Vi asked.
"Oh right," Fred talked with his mouth full. "The whole Evan in jail thing. Okay guys no more talk of killing or any other subjects like that."
"Thank you," Carl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did anybody watch that new cop show last night?" Fred asked looking around. "It was really cool!"
"BLOB!" Jean snapped.
"What?" Fred asked. "What'd I say?"
"Pay no attention to him," Pietro ate some food off of Ray's plate. "We never do."
"You also don't pay any attention to manners!" Ray snapped as he pulled it away from Pietro. "Get your grubby mitts off my food!"
"Yum!" Baby Claudius had managed to climb on the table and grab the food from the other side of Ray.
"What the…?" Ray looked at him.
"Oh great the babies are crawling all over the table again!" Jubilee groaned as she managed to grab Barney. Claudius was still scampering around, knocking over food and dishes and splattering people.
"Well you guys got some booster seats around here this wouldn't happen," Todd grabbed another rib with his tongue and took off the meat. "You're really very inconsiderate."
"I thought you were gonna teach these kids some manners?" Logan snapped at Roadblock.
"Said the pot to the kettle," Low Light harrumphed.
"I thought that too," Roadblock sighed. "Well at least they're sitting upright."
"Well you wanted to see a family dinner and you got one," Logan said to the Daniels. "Wait a minute? Where's Charles?"
"Hiding in his study with his meal, where else?" John scoffed.
"Oh no," Logan stood up. "He is not doing this to me again! I told him what I'd do if he tried to pull a stunt like that!"
"Yeah why should he not suffer like the rest of us?" Warren snapped.
"Aww, what'sa matter?" Low Light asked sarcastically. "Poor little rich boy not like eating with the commoners?"
"The Internet is for porn…" John sang. "The Internet is for porn…"
"Hey Thunderbird! Have a roll!" Warren threw one at him. John threw one back at him along with Low Light. Soon a full-fledged food fight broke out with the majority of adults and students.
"I have had it! Come on Boom Boom!" Logan ordered. "I need you to blow up a lock! Maybe two if Reisman's regained consciousness. X! Jubilee! You're back up! Let's go!" The four of them left the room to retrieve Xavier.
"Every day huh?" Carl's eye started to twitch as he looked at Ororo. "So that's another reason why Evan left!"
"Keep in mind Evan left before this was a regular occurrence," Hank pointed out. "Which proves he's a lot smarter than the rest of us."
"Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear," Pietro snickered. Then he was hit on the back with some mashed potatoes. "HEY! COVER GIRL! NO FAIR!"
"You took the words out of my mouth…" Vi groaned. "My life is so unfair…Why can't our door lock stick?"