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Chapter 10 – Pappy and Wolvie Hit the Town

Motor Pool, the Institute, evening

Logan had to admit, it really was a sweet little ride. Once he had gotten it painted to match his cycle, and had 'Pappy Rocks!' airbrushed on the side, it really looked sharp. He knew the old coot would like it, and maybe it would get him off his back about taking him for a 'ride on ye motorbike' every other minute of the day. He walked over to the intercom and paged the gatehouse.

"Who the devil is it and what do ye wants?" Pappy's voice crackled.

"It's Logan, you old goat. You ready to go? I'm gonna swing by to pick you up in a minute or two." Logan shot back.

"Yeah, I be ready!" Pappy giggled. "Going out fer a pint with me knickers on tight! Lads, lock up yer lassies!"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll be there in a bit, be ready!"

"Wolvie, lets be takin' yer motorbike! Ladies like motorbike men!" Pappy begged.

"NO!" Logan smiled.

The Gatehouse, the Institute, 5 minutes later

Logan rolled to a stop near the front door and tooted the horn.

"Alright ye hairy bugger, here I comes- Great Goose Eggs! What's that, Wolvie?" Pappy asked.

"It's a sidecar, Pappy. Kitty found it on ebay, and I got Chuck to spring for it. Whatta you think, old man?" Logan grinned.

"Whats it say on the side there?" Pappy squinted. "'Pappy Rocks!' YIPPEE! That I do, laddie, that I do! Logan, ye shouldn't have, ye big lout! Ye did this jest fer me!" gushed the old man.

"Don't go tryin' to hug me," Logan held his hands up, "and no waterworks or we ain't goin' nowhere, bub. Just get in the buggy."

"Me own buggy! YIPPEE!" Pappy shouted again. "Wait, now let me get me helmet!"

"I got you a helmet right......" Logan started, but Pappy had already ran back in the gatehouse.

When he came back out, he was wearing a bomber jacket like Logan's, and he had a world war 2 era gunner helmet and goggles on. "Saved these from me war days! Thought me days of feelin' the wind on me face were over, but here we go! YIPPEE!" Pappy climbed in the sidecar, pulling his goggles down. "Gunner to Pilot! Contact! Go, Go, Go!"

Logan couldn't help but laugh at the old guy. He straddled the cycle, kick starting it in the process. He revved the engine good and loud, once again making Pappy shout 'YIPPEE!' in delight. They drove out of the gate with Pappy singing pub songs at the top of his voice.

Sparky's Pints 'n' Pool, outskirts of Bayville

They pulled into the parking lot at the bar Logan liked, Sparky's. It was one of few places left that let you smoke inside. Plus, he got the feeling that Sparky either was a mutant himself, or had a family member that was. He didn't put up with much anti-mutant crap in his bar, which Logan of course appreciated. Logan helped Pappy out of the sidecar, holding his cane while he climbed out.

"Thank ye, Wolvie. Now, lets go inside this fine establishment and take the chill offa me bones!" Pappy still had a schoolboy grin on from the ride.

Logan agreed. "Yeah, sounds like a good deal to me, bub." He said, lighting up his stogie.

Inside, lights were low, the air was thick, and oldies music came out of a jukebox in the corner. Logan and Pappy took seats at the bar.

"Hey Sparky, how's it hangin' bub?" Logan nodded at the barkeep. "Two Guinness, shot of whiskey on the side. Thanks."

"Hey Logan," Sparky nodded back, "Whos the old timer ya got wit ya?"

"Me names Angus O'Bryanson, sir, and I complement you on this lovely place you have. Thank you for the stout, and please call me Pappy." Pappy shook his hand.

Sparky smiled. "Pappy, eh? You Logan's Granpa or Great Uncle or sumthing?"

"No, my friend, I'm a co-worker of his. I tend the gate at the school where me friend teaches. Me boy goes to school there too." Pappy explained.

"Okey dokey, Pops, works fer me." Sparky turned to Logan. "You want yer stick now or later on?"

"Later. Let us get a few beers down before I beat the old goat at pool." Logan smirked.

"Beat me?!", Pappy yelled, "Why I'll have ye know I was division champion back in me Army days, an I still know how to sink the likes of you, Wolvie!"

Sparky laughed, then went to draw a beer for another customer.

Logan and Pappy sat and nursed their beers in silence for a moment, just enjoying the atmosphere. Pappy spoke up.

"How's me Mally doing in his 'self-defense' training? Is he learnin' to take care of himself?"

"Yeah,", Logan grunted, "the kids got one helluva powerful kick. I had ta order more weights for some of the machines, his legs are really strong. I'm gonna show him some Japanese fighting styles that relate to his usin'

that cricket bat. He's a quick learner, and he asks smart questions." Logan smiled. "Hard to believe he's from yer stock."

"Rubbish, man, he's part Scot! An O'Bryanson, mind you, not to shabby!" Pappy stated, throwing back his shot of whiskey. "What about the other kids? Any hard cases?"

"Nah, all in all, their a good bunch a rugrats. Don't tell them I said that, though, I'm gettin' to soft as it is." Logan signaled Sparky for two more. "I mean, they drive me crazy some days, but I wouldn't trade 'em for all the money in the joint. I wish the world wasn't so screwed up, these kids are the same, if not better than any others. Take Kitty, for example, ya know, the little dark haired girl? She's turning into a computer whiz, I mean, so what if she can phase thru stuff? Shouldn't matter, but it does. It just sucks."

"Aye, some people in this world need a good stiff kick in the arse, tis true. Like that Kelly fellow, on the tellie. Why, he needs to know the pain me Mally went thru when his body changed. And friends turned away from him, just because he was different. That's why we moved to the outback, just so he could do as he does without folks causin' a ruckus." Pappy hit the bar to make his point. "God Bless those kids, everyone!", he shouted, then burped quite loudly.

"Excuse yerself, bub," laughed Logan, "that was a good one."

"Many pardons, me Wolvie, better out than in, I always –"Pappy stopped talking and grinned, looking towards the entrance.

Two women walked in and took a table near the pool tables. One brunette, the other a redhead. They looked to be in their late 20's, and still had cute figures.

Pappy arched his eyeblows at Logan. "Me thinks it's time for a game of pool, me Wolvie. An not a secord to soon, I was getting' tired o' lookin' at you!" Pappy waved to Sparky. "Send two pints to the ladies, innkeeper, with my regards if ye would. Put it on Wolvie's tab." With that, he shuffled over to the pool table closest to the ladies.

Logan shook his head. "Great. Scotlands version of Romeo is on the loose.", he said, taking his pool cue from Sparky.

Logan walked over to the pool table, where Pappy was introducing himself to the women. "...names Angus, and tell me lassies, am I sleeping?"

"No, you seem wide awake to me.", said the redhead. "Why?"

"Because you two stepped right out of a dream! What are your names, angels?" Pappy smiled as the women giggled at his corny line.

"Ladies,", Logan said, tipping his cap, "names Logan. This character's with me. Let me know if he gets fresh."

"Wolvie, you wound me!" Pappy grabbed his heart, staggering.

"No problem," the brunette laughed, "and my names Nicole. This is my friend Jodi. Thanks for the beers."

Jodi, the redhead spoke. "You guys wanna play doubles? I warn you, me and Nicki are pretty good."

"A challenge!" exclaimed Pappy. "Do ye think we're up to it, Wolvie me lad?"

"I'm game if you are Pappy. You better be good with a stick like you said.", growled Logan.

"Why does he call you 'Wolvie'?" asked Nicole.

"Long story......" muttered Logan.

They began to play pool, the ladies breaking, sinking a couple balls. Pappy made the girls laugh over and over again.

'He got a way with the ladies' thought Logan.

Jodi missed and Logan stepped up. He sank four, but scratched on the fifth shot. He growled a little, causing looks from Jodi and Nicole.

"Easy there, buddy," smirked Nicole, "we'll go easy on you guys."

She proceeded to sink three more balls before she missed. Pappy grabbed his cue. "Ladies, watch as the all-time division champion in the RAF, Scots Brigade, shows how to win a ballards match." He leaned down, took aim, squinted and stuck his tongue out. He then ran the table, closing his eyes and smiling while sinking the eight ball, humming Rod Stewarts 'If you think I'm sexy' the whole run.

"Fini!" he proclaimed, bowing to the ladies, who wear clapping and cheering. Logan had to laugh. The old goat was good.

"That was great Angus," said Jodi, "Glad we didn't bet!"

"A kiss for the winner, ladies?" Pappy asked, fluttering his eyes and smiling.

"Pappy." Logan sternly looked at him.

Nicole turned to Jodi. They smiled at each other, then turned to Pappy. "It's OK Logan, he's cool." She moved closer to Pappy along with Jodi, and they both hugged him around the waist, then planted great big kisses on each cheek. Pappy looked as if he would melt. When the girls let him go, he did a little jig.

"Kisses from the angels, la-la-la! What do ye think of that, me Wolvie!"

Logan couldn't believe it. The old goat had game. 'Maybe I should start bein' more sociable' he thought, clapping the old guy on the back.

"Good game, Pappy, Good game."

End – Chapter 11 – Driving Lessons