Disclaimer- I do not own the characters, the Car-X jingle, or the Walter E. Smith jingle.
Please forgive me if there are any errors. I rushed in posting this chapter because of the long time since I last updated. Hopefully there's not a lot. Not my best chapter either, but it's better than nothing, right?
Chapter 17- At the Club
The seven people exited the X-Van as they parked in a parking spot just outside of the club. Tabby cracked her knuckles and grinned, turning to face the others.
"That's it," she said, "When Lance gets here he's taking some of you guys. It was cramped in there!"
When they entered they found it was warm inside from the body heat and smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. Booths lined the outer walls, waiters and waitresses weaved through the dancers to serve drinks, and couples were kissing in the shadows trying to be hidden but not really achieving.
"Jamie get a table enough for eight," Ray ordered, shoving the younger mutant forwards a bit. Jamie, although used to being picked on, glared and gave him a rude gesture before venturing off in search of a decent place for them to sit.
Ray looked around the place with his arms crossed. He paused, a brief smile crossing his features and he straightened, cleared his throat and made his way towards the middle of the crowd. He stopped at a very attractive and scantily dressed woman with dark hair and bronze skin and she smiled at him as he said something and they both started dancing.
Tabby snorted and looked around the place with a satisfied expression. She nudged Pietro in the ribs and pointed to a short lady sitting at the bar with a few giggling friends. She has straight brown hair that fell to the middle of her back and she was wearing a red tank top and black leather pants.
"Recognize her?" Tabby asked with a wink. Pietro frowned.
"No."
Tabby groaned and smacked him on the arm. "No memory at all? Geez, how could you not remember her? You did her twice!"
"So I've been told," Pietro said nonchalantly as his eyes scanned the area for Jamie, who had found a corner booth but did not bother to get them. He started walking in that direction.
"Jamie you snot!" he heard Tabitha snap behind him as the rest followed his lead.
They stopped at the booth and as Tabitha raised her hand threateningly to Jamie he cowered away and put his hands up in defense. "Don't hit me unless you want to give us away!"
She paused and then lowered her hand. Everybody slid into the booth until she was the only one standing. Tabby realized this, and immediately sat next to Jamie, who moved to his right a little away from her.
Pyro raised his hand and immediately a waitress sauntered over. "Give us eight beers please."
She smiled and walked bouncily away to get their order.
"Where are you from?" Johnny questioned Pyro, a curious expression on his face.
"Tha land down undah," Pyro said, thickening his accent so it was even wilder than Steve Irwin's. "Australia to you, if you're stupid."
Johnny's eyes narrowed slowly and Crystal rolled her eyes, lacing her fingers through his from under the table to calm him.
"Crystal," Jamie piped up from across the table, "Would you dance with me for this song? As friends, of course." He gave her a handsome grin and Crystal could not do anything else but comply.
"Sure," she said, smiling. He stood up and she followed him out to the dance floor, dancing to Sir Mix-A-Lot's "Baby Got Back". Johnny scowled, 'How appropriate,' he thought. He was not a happy man at the moment.
Tabby stood up abruptly and made her way across to the bar.
"Hey, where're you going?!" Pietro called after her as he watched her retreating back. He scowled. "She better not be getting that Jeannie girl. I don't want to see her; I don't care if I've slept with her or not."
"Don't know what you see in her," Pyro said, gulping down his Miller Genuine Draft. The bottle emptied quickly, and Pyro (being cheap) took another off of the table that was supposed to be Ray's. "She's not that good, an' I know how picky you are with women. Hey, if you get laid tonight, it'd be your third time with one girl! Tha's a record now, innit?"
"Oh crap," Pietro moaned as he saw Tabby and the girl Jeannie approaching the table. He buried his face in his hands and waited in doom.
Pyro chuckled as he took out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it with his favorite Zippo lighter. Coincidentally or not, the smoke seemed to always blow in the direction of Johnny's face, which greatly irritated him. He waved a hand in front of him in an attempt to breath fresh air, but it was futile.
"Pietro baby!" The girl had a rather high voice and it grated on all three men's ears for a moment. Pyro winced.
"Oy, I forgot about that!" he hissed.
"Hi...Jeannie," Pietro said in false cheeriness, fixing a smile on his face. The girl, being very bold, straddled his lap without any permission but Pietro didn't seem to protest very much.
"You remember Jeannie, don't you, Pietro?" Tabby asked, giving Pietro a bright smile although her eyes glared at him.
"Yeah, yeah I do," Pietro lied through his teeth. When did he ever have sex with this girl? He racked through his mind and tried to remember, but with no such luck. Perhaps he was too drunk to remember both times. Or maybe the girl was a liar.
"'Ello Jeannie," Pyro called, finishing his second beer already. Jeannie twisted around to glare at him.
"Not tonight, Pyro," she sneered, "I want to do it with somebody who's actually good." She turned back around and started kissing Pietro's face and neck. Pyro flipped her off and made faces behind her back, which had Tabby trying to muffle her giggling with her hand.
"Pietro, I haven't had somebody as good as you in a very long time," Jeannie murmured in his lips. He smirked, his old arrogance taking over again.
"Nobody's as good as me," he sneered and wrapped his arms around her waist. Tabitha started applauding while Johnny slid away from the couple with a disturbed look on his face.
Jeannie jerked her head towards one of the exits. "Then come on, my car's out back." She got off and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "I'll bring him back in about an...hour?" She raised a questioning eyebrow to him.
He grabbed Tabitha's wrist and peered at her watch. He licked his lips and furrowed his brow. "Make it twenty minutes at the most. I wanna make this quick tonight. Others call for my attention." He pulled Jeannie towards the exit after him.
"You know you can go quicker than that, Speedy!" Tabby called after them, cackling. He responded by flipping her off without turning around.
"Well, c'mon guys let's dance!" Tabby cheered, grabbing both Pyro and Johnny's hands and pulling them to the dance floor. Pyro was cackling madly, swigging down the beer he ordered for Crystal and started dancing wildly with anybody within ten feet of him. Johnny just looked panicked.
But to his relief, Tabby was leading them to Crystal and Jamie, who were still dancing together. Crystal was laughing quite a bit too much for his liking.
"C'mon Mult, let the boy dance with his girlfriend," Tabby laughed, pulling Jamie away from Crystal and making him dance with her. Jamie grinned lopsidedly at Crystal and winked.
They danced for about fifteen minutes when Lance entered and Pietro came back.
"Oh, lookie Lancey's here!" Tabby cooed, rushing over to the brown-haired man who barely took two steps into the doorway.
Pietro stood next to Jamie, breathing rather calmly but looking sweaty with Jeannie clinging to his arm. She was still trying to catch some breath.
"Well, I'm going back to my friends now, Pietro," Jeannie heaved, standing on her tiptoes to give him a very heated kiss on the mouth.
Pietro wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched her retreat to the bar. He looked vaguely disgusted. "She's dirty and it's not in a good way. It's almost too much. "
Jamie started laughing hysterically, doubling over and clutching his stomach. Pietro shuddered.
"Wookie who decided to wetwurn fwum the dead!" Tabby said in a baby-voice behind them, her arm looped around a very sulky looking Lance.
"Shut up," he muttered, but Tabby just laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him to dance the slow dance with her.
"Hey, Crys, I'm going to the washroom," Johnny told her, kissing her cheek. Crystal smiled and nodded.
Crystal turned to Pietro the moment Johnny left. "So you made love to her?"
Pietro scowled at her. "Not 'made love'. Had sex. So?"
"That's very," Crystal struggled to find the right words, "sluttish of you."
"Yeah, whatsit to ya?" Pietro snapped in irritation. "Where'd John go?"
"Bathroom. And it doesn't mean anything to me!" she said.
"I meant Pyro. And if it doesn't mean anything, why d'ya sound so bothered by it?" Pietro snapped back at her. "Oh there's John. Stupid idiot, he had like four beers already. What's he doing with another one?"
Crystal opened her mouth to say something more when she suddenly found herself crushed against Pietro's frame and spun wildly around to face the other way. She struggled for a moment but he only held her tighter. She glanced at his face and saw in surprise that his eyes were wide with something akin to fear.
"Don't let them see me," he whispered. "Tabby, Tabby!"
"What?" she turned, pausing for a moment dancing with Lance.
"A Friend. Over there, there's a Friend." At her confused look he continued, "A Friend of Humanity. I recognize him! He's over there...we gotta get out!"
She nodded firmly, and Lance immediately went to collect Pyro, while Tabby told Jamie to get Johnny from the bathroom. She herself went to get Ray.
They managed to escape the club unnoticed by the FoH; it was a struggle trying to quiet Pyro down since he had one too many beers. He kept singing commercial jingles in an awful out of tune voice.
"Walter E. Smith you dream it we build it," he slurred, his arm draped over Tabby's shoulder as they dragged him to Lance's jeep. "When your car's runnin' funky an' ya need a ha-aa-aand, don't worry see your Car-X man!"
"Speedy, Pyro, you guys go with Lance," she ordered, "We need to hit the road now. Oh, I can not believe they're here..."
Pietro said nothing the entire time. He spent all of his energy trying to control his shivering, but somehow it was beyond his control to help it.
"C-can't we just go now?" he sputtered out, looking wildly around from his seat in the front. Lance nodded and slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and his jeep screeched out of the lot, the X-Van following closely behind him.
Hey, sorry, sorry, sorry for the really late update! My computer has seriously been in a coma for the past month and a half. But don't worry! I'm back! Hopefully updates will start getting a move on again...Thanks to all who reviewed!