Thanks to:

Todd Fan – I'm still thinking of evil things to do to Pietro so save some pity for him then too…

LadyEvils – I think of Mystique secretly lusting after Pietro and get a shudder! Nah, Crystal will probably never turn up in a fic of mine because she's evil! She dumped Pietro and for that she will never be forgiven!

Bant – Hey thanks! I'm not brilliant at summaries but I do go a touch insane during the fic!

Rogue14 – Nope, you should never eat while reading a fic of mine, you'll only get ill! I'm always going to envision hair when I think of Logan's butt now…I'll have to stop doing it!

A Cute But Psycho Bunny – I too love Vegas fics and just had to try one of my own! Pietro and Mystique, very disturbing…the next time I write a romance/ humour fic I'm gonna be hard pressed to top that one!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author Note: The end of the last chapter was as far as I wrote the original fic. So from now on I'm doing the best I can with my own initiative. And so next chapter – Logan and Storm leave the room! Oh, and I'll have the next chapter of 'And I Feel Fine' up this week, I'm snowed under at the moment and I don't have a lot of time.

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Bobby opened one eye cautiously and winced at the bright sunlight. He didn't remember much after fleeing the strip club after it started to fall down. He had lost the others and forgotten the name of the hotel so he'd gone to another bar and begun to drink away his moderate winnings. And then a blur.

His bed was hard and soggy.

Having a sudden bad thought, he sat up and looked around. He was in the middle of a car park somewhere, the igloo he had drunkenly constructed around him melting in the Las Vegas heat, the ice bed disintegrating into slush beneath him.

"Oh shit!"

He glanced around wildly for his clothes, realising he was wearing only boxers, but they were nowhere to be seen. His money was in the pocket of his jeans and now that was gone too. And his hotel key.

"Oh shit!"

A couple of guys passed by and gave him the boy in the pile of melting snow a curious look before bursting out laughing. Bobby quickly stood up and decided to hurry back to the hotel. He couldn't be that far away and if he were early enough, there would be fewer people around.

He was halfway up the strip when he ran into trouble. A gang of girls were piling out of a casino, drunk and giggling. Most of them wore pink T-shirts with slogans on – 'Boozy Barbs', 'Drunken Di' and 'Rude Ruth' among them – except for one that wore a veil covered in L-plates and condoms. Bobby's heart sank. He had just run into the single scariest thing known to mankind.

A hen party.

"It's the stripper!" Boozy Barbs pointed to Bobby and he realised this was the worst time possible to be semi-naked in the middle of Vegas.

"No! Leave me alone!"

It was too late to run. The woman surrounded him, giggling. One of them pinched his ass and Bobby squeaked and spun around.

"He's cute!" announced Drunken Di. "Can I keep him?"

"NO!"

"Did you lose you're shirt last night?" Boozy Barbs lived up to her name by blowing stale alcohol breath in his face.

"My girlfriend's waiting for me…"

"She let's you go out like that, she doesn't deserve you." Rude Ruth slapped Bobby on the ass and he turned around quickly.

"This is sexual harassment!"

"No it isn't," said Rude Ruth. "This is sexual harassment!"

"Get off that!"

"You're cold," said Boozy Barbs. "Want us to warm you up?"

"HELP!"

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Jean, Scott and Sam were walking down the road, still too chagrined about their night in jail to want to hurry back to the hotel. The plane didn't leave until mid afternoon and Jean was hoping Logan and Storm didn't make it out of their room until just before it left. That way she could take a visit home just as soon as they returned and not go back to the Institute until everyone had stopped shouting.

"Thanks for erasing my name from their memories," said Sam.

"Only because we're supposed to be looking after you and I don't want anyone to know what you did," she replied. "But you owe me Cannonball."

Scott glanced over to a nearby casino. "Can you believe there are still people gambling at this time in the morning?"

"It's not that early," said Sam.

"Jean glanced over and frowned. "What's going on over there?"

"HEEEEEEELPP!"

Jean and Scott exchanged weary looks. "Bobby."

With a sigh, Jean telekinetically lifted Bobby from the centre of the girls. Boozy Barb made a grab for his boxers as he went up and there was a moment when Bobby thought he might be suspended in the air with no clothes on and he hung on to the waistband desperately. There was a tearing sound and Boozy Barbs found herself hanging on to a strip of green fabric as Bobby flew over the road and landed safely with Jean, Scott and Sam.

Scott scowled as he noticed Bobby was wearing nothing but a pair of tattered boxers. "What's been going on?"

"Some one stole my clothes!"

"Them?" Jean indicated to the group, who were debating whether or not to go after Bobby.

"Don't let them get me! Look at me, I'm covered in lipstick!"

"That's no way for ladies to behave," agreed Jean. She concentrated for a few seconds, then suddenly the group of women began clucking, waving their arms in the air and attempting to peck at the ground.

"It has been a very long night," said Jean as she saw the looks the others were giving her. "Come on, let's get back to the hotel and find what's happened to the others, see how many other peoples minds I have to erase."

"Shouldn't you do something about them?" asked Scott, indicating to the group who were clucking loudly.

"It'll wear off soon."

"Not too soon I hope," said Bobby, examining the ruins of his underwear.

"In about a week or so."

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Ray had escaped from the others early in the night and had no idea that no one had noticed he was gone. He was planning to return soon but this had been too good a chance to miss.

A quick word with Phinneus Smash had secured him all of his rides on the largest, highest, fastest roller coaster in Vegas free. He had been riding it since 8pm the previous night and was still going strong.

He yelled along with the others in the car as it went down a steep dip at top speed. The others could get as drunk as they liked and play cards right up until the moment the plane left for all he cared – there was nothing better than twelve straight hours on a roller coaster.

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Roberto took in the surroundings and realised he was in trouble.

His father was a billionaire. His family home was a mansion that put the Xavier Institute to shame. He was used to the best hotels, the best rooms, the best of everything.

He'd never before experienced dank.

There were mushrooms growing on the ceiling. He blinked a couple of times, wondering if he was hallucinating, but the mushrooms remained. He sat up, looking blearily around. He had been lying on a bare mattress, a blanket thrown over him and he was pleased to realise now that he was fully dressed, if somewhat rumpled.

"Dude!"

He glanced into the far corner and realised there was a scrawny boy sat over there, overgrown hair so pale it was almost white and his body almost lost beneath the voluminous purple shirt he was wearing. His knees were pulled up to his chest and the jeans he wore were torn and covered with scribbling in magic marker.

Roberto blinked as the boy gave him a smile. "You hungry? Spooky's making breakfast. Hope you like tofu."

"Spooky?"

"Yeah man, she thinks you're the best! She said last night that you tipped her three hundred big ones before you went in the club and when it started falling down you carried her to safety!"

Roberto thought back furiously and suddenly remembered giving a waif-like busker near the club three hundred dollars. She looked like she needed feeding up. Pietro had snorted and said she'd probably spend it all on drugs. Then he'd gotten cosy with a dancer and vanished. Then Sam had gone to the bar, tripped over and smashed through a load-bearing wall. The building had begun falling down around them and he'd done what he could to help before realising he couldn't see Sam, there were cops everywhere and he was bound to get the blame when they found out he was sitting with the person who caused it all and he was a mutant…

"She said it was totally gnarly."

Roberto regarded the man, who also looked like he could do with a decent meal. "I was pretty drunk. Didn't Sam come back here too?"

"Nah, you were looking all over for him but Spooky made you come back here before they could bust you. She saw the cops take one of your friends away and figured you might be going with."

Spooky chose that moment to walk in, a thin girl with a shaved head, a tuft of pink at one side and a thin green plait at the back the only remnants of hair. She went straight over to Roberto and handed him a plate of mush.

"Eat up."

Roberto looked doubtfully at the plate and took a careful mouthful. It tasted better than it looked. Spooky regarded him with some amusement. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Not too good," admitted Roberto. "I should have gone after Sam."

"Nothing you could do," said Spooky casually. "You seemed to think that some one called Logan would stab you if you went back to the hotel so I brought you back here."

Roberto froze, forkful of tofu halfway to his mouth. "Oh no, Logan's gonna disembowel me!"

"No dude," said the skinny boy casually. "Violence solves nothing man. It's bad for your karma."

"Do you remember RJ?"

"Not really," said Roberto weakly.

"No problem dude." RJ dug into his shirt pocket and pulled out a slightly battered joint. "You were wasted!"

"We met in Texas," explained Spooky. "Picked him up hitch-hiking. Been travelling together ever since."

"Trying to make it to California, figured we might as well stop in Vegas for a while." RJ took out a box of matches and lit one, cupping his hands to protect the flame. "No hurry man, no hurry."

"We've been making good money," added Spooky. "Getting enough for gas so we don't have to stop anywhere on the way."

"Right." Roberto finished the tofu and stood up. "Look, I ought to get back to the hotel and let some one know what happened to Sam."

"I'll give you a ride," said Spooky, grabbing some keys from her pocket. "Let's go."

"You don't have to…"

"I know. Let's go."

"Hang loose bro!" shouted RJ as he watched the pair through a cloud of fragrant smoke.

Spooky showed Roberto to a hot pink Beatle and he winced as he slid into the passenger seat, hoping none of the others saw hi arriving back in that. Spooky drove him all the way to the front of the hotel, a surprising distance away and Roberto insisted on giving her the address of the Institute, telling her to call by if they were ever in the neighbourhood. He smiled a little, imagining what the others would say if Spooky and RJ ever appeared on the doorstep. Logan would have a fit.

Always assuming he was still alive to greet them after Logan had finished with him. The only choice he had was to find Scott or Jean and get them to do something before Logan found out that Sam had been arrested and Roberto hadn't gone to get help for him.

Exiting the car and fighting his way through a group of woman who were all inexplicably clucking, he ran into the hotel and