Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men, Marvel does. I wish I was so lucky
A/N: I know some of you are wondering why I am only focusing on certain characters. Well this is a story about getting crazy in Vegas and only a certain number of X-Men don't have a stick up their ass about having fun. Those are the ones I will focus on the most. Don't worry, all of them will have some time in the spotlight but expect to see a lot of Logan, Remy, Kurt, Bobby, Hank, Betsy, Rachel, Kitty, and Anna. Don't expect a lot of romance either. Sure Vegas is the wedding capital of the world, but it is also the biggest den of iniquity ever, and that is why I go there once a year! Read and Review please.
The guys strolled down the street to destinations unknown. The Red Square had turned out to be a good time. Peter liked the bar because they served types of vodka he thought were only sold in Mother Russia. Bishop had actually loosened up, having a vodka martini or two. Remy and Logan took glasses of straight Grey Goose and started to have a pissing contest about who was the better poker player. A cute bartender actually flirted with Bobby, saying she liked a man who could cool her down while she was all hot and bothered. If Bobby wasn't made of ice, she would have seen him blush. Alex was about to make a point of letting Bobby know he was going to tell Lorna of his flirtations, but big brother Scott told him to let it go.
Kurt enjoyed the fact that the bar was made of crushed ice. It was kind of fascinating. He mentioned to Hank that the idea was quite ingenious. Hank was about to respond when a foxy looking blonde sauntered over, stepped between them, cupped some of the ice, and rubbed it along her neck and the tops of her breasts.
"It's amazing how vodka in moderate quantities can make your blood race." She said, voice dripping like honey.
Hank and Kurt just sat with their mouths agape. The rest of the guys watched with interest. She reached out with her hands and stroked Hanks blue mane before moving down his neck and arm. His body had an automatic reaction to this affection, which he hadn't experienced since his childhood. He adjusted himself quickly on the stool and blushed. The foxy blonde laughed a low sultry laugh and turned to Kurt, repeating the same touch and caress on him as she did to Hank.
"Mmm, I love blue velvet." She then turned around, facing the bar, leaned over and grabbed a napkin.
"Would one of you fine gentlemen have a pen?" She gave Kurt a sultry glance with hooded eyes.
Hank cleared his throat, "I believe I have the answer to you predicament." Fumbling through his pocket he pulled out a pen. The gorgeous woman quickly scribbled on the napkin, then lifted the leafy paper to her full lips and planted a kiss on it.
"If you two boys are looking for a little affection, I wouldn't mind stroking more….,"she looked down at Hanks groin then flicked her gazed to Kurt's, "velvety soft fur." She brushed the napkin across Kurt's nose before placing it in his hand. She then returned Hanks pen to him by tracing his cheek and jaw line with it, following all the way to his left pant pocket before slipping her hand in and placing the pen there. Hank cleared his throat again with wide eyes. She smiled back suggestively and moved away.
"Don't forget about me boys, I'll be here all week and I'll be waiting…" She sauntered off, hips and ass swinging beneath the fabric of a skin tight blue dress. She turned her head and blew them both a kiss before disappearing into the crowd. Kurt and Hank sat on their stools looking at where the woman was once occupying space longingly. Kurt then looked down at the napkin and spoke in a quavering voice.
"Kellee, room 1612, Venetian Resort…." Kurt looked at the imprint of those lips and wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his-
"Holy shit! Did that just happen!" Bobby broke the silence. Hank looked at the guys, before turning to his cocktail, downing it in one gulp.
"You ok Hank?" Scott said with a huge grin on his face. Hank looked at Scott and swiped his cocktail, downing that drink in one gulp. "I'll be fine," he rasped, as long as I don't have to get up of this stool for awhile." Scott laughed at this response and waved the bartender over to order Hank and himself another drink.
After twenty minutes, they guys left the bar and wandered around Mandalay Bay. After hitting a few of the tables and having no luck, with the exception of Logan and Remy, who were smoking the competition, they decided to make their way down the strip. Once outside, they hailed three cabs and felt that the next stop should be Caesars Palace. Once inside they wandered around looking for something to do.
It was by no surprise to any of them that Bobby had a sudden interest in dining on Cleopatra's Barge. It was probably the fact that the front of the ship was a bust of Cleopatra with very full breasts. Alex rolled his eyes while Peter averted them. Scott said maybe some other time, at which Bobby whined. The usually stoic Bishop came up behind his icy friend and patted his back, telling him that he would come back with him to dine on the barge. Bobby gave a mock sniffle and mumbled an ok.
So the boys kept hoping to the bars, hitting the tables, and found a decent night club inside the massive casino. After drinking and dancing a portion of the night away, some of the guys began to bitch about being tired, much to the chagrin of the others. It was decided that Alex, Peter, Scott, and Lucas would head back to the Bellagio for a full night of rest, while Logan, Bobby, Hank, Kurt, and Remy would still wander around the town.
Meanwhile the girls were living it up at the famed Studio 54, especially Betsy, who was reveling in the attention that the men were giving her.
"Girl seems to be pushin' that chip off her shoulder." Rogue mused while taking a sip of her Southern Comfort.
"Hopefully her attitude will change as well,' Emma stated, "I don't need to be in competition with someone else about who is going to be the number one bitch around the institute."
"Well, I think you are going to have to get used to Betsy givin' you a run for your money." Anna laughed.
Ororo smiled and shook her head, "Be thankful she is out there dancing and enjoying her new lease on life. Betsy has always reveled in life and living it to the fullest. We just need to make sure that she does not over do it and implode. She might willingly push too far since she has a second chance in life."
Rachel and Kitty bounded back from the dance floor to the corner booth Emma had specially reserved them for the night.
"I can not keep up with Betsy," Rachel panted while fanning herself, "That woman is too much woman, even for that dance floor."
"Besides, she's hogging all the hot guys. They've decided to go into orbit around her." Kitty griped, while picking up her margarita, putting the cool glass to her brow.
"Come on now Katharine, I thought you and Peter were an item." Emma looked at Kitty, giving her a sly smile and arching her eye brow.
"That is none of your concern, Emma," Kitty shot back, "and if it was, no, Peter and I are not an item." Kitty looked down into her lap, "He still adjusting to being alive and well again. I don't think he thinks of me like that anymore." She said softly.
"Oh, Katharine, if only you were a telepath." Emma chuckled "If only you could see what he has been projecting for the last month."
Instead of snapping off a comment to Emma, Kitty quickly turned her head to Rachel, who was trying unsuccessfully to avoid her gaze.
"He's projecting? You knew? Could you have at least dropped me a hint!" Kitty looked at her best friend with a mixed look of shock, hurt, and excitement.
"Darling, he's been projecting so loud that Remys empathy powers picked up on it." No one noticed Anna flinch slightly at the mention of his name.
"In fact, I had the pleasure of eavesdropping on a little conversation between the two of them. Remy was yelling at poor Peter, telling him to put a lid on those emotions, it was getting him all confused, that he didn't like having images of you in naughty lingerie skating around in his brain. I swear I heard Peter blush."
"Ah'm surprised the Cajun didn't try to sweep you off your feet after having seductive pictures of you rollin' around in his head." Anna snapped. The women turned and looked at her. Lorna, who had been quiet most of the night, spoke up and not in the nicest of tones.
"Can we please have one night, event, or vacation where we do not talk about you and Remy, and your angst riddled relationship."
Rogue was taken aback, while the others looked at Lorna with interest. She continued, "I believe we were talking about Kitty and Peters possible relationship, where Emma, Rachel, and Remy were innocent bystanders affected by Peter's lusty projections." She turned and looked at Emma, "Please continue." Emma blinked. She was at a loss for words. Before Anna could start shouting at Lorna, causing a fight and effectively destroying the evening, Kitty decided to break the wary silence with a question for Rachel.
"So," she said a bit loudly to grasp the attention of all the women at the table, "why didn't you tell me about Peters dirty thoughts, hmm Rachel?"
"Rachel looked like a deer in headlights. She had been keeping this a secret for awhile, hoping the White Slut would keep her trap shut. 'Ha! Fat chance!' she thought to her self.
"Those thoughts are Peter's personal thoughts. It would have been wrong of me to divulge that information to you. He's been through a lot lately, being resurrected, being with the X-Men again, being around you again, me selfishly accosting him about being alive while my mom is dead. His emotions are still adjusting, just like Betsy," she waved her hand in the direction of the gyrating, purple haired beauty on the dance floor, "besides, it would have become awkward. You'd know, but he wouldn't. Your hormones would rise and so would his, then all the sickeningly heavy flirting would begin. Soon you guys would be taking your frustrations out in the new Danger Room, occupying all of the time. Finally, when you've hit the brink, you'll end up talking in our room, suddenly throwing all of you inhibitions to the wind, and have mad passionate sex on my bed. With my luck I'd walk in on you two, Pete's ass in the air, mid hump. That is something I could live without seeing in my life time, thank you."
Lorna spit her drink out at this remark while Ororo actually got a bemused look on her face. Emma started to laugh while Kitty blushed.
"R-Ra-Rachel, you didn't have to be so graphic." Kitty stammered
"I know, but you wanted to know why I didn't tell you, and since we're best friends, when you ask, I have to tell the truth. So now you know. Just promise me that when we get back to the institute I will not catch you guys having sex anywhere in the mansion. I've seen a lot of spooky shit in my lifetime, but I think that would push me over the edge." Rachel smiled at Kitty and gave her a wink. Kitty's blush grew darker as she playfully slapped Rachel on the arm.
"Y'know, all this sex talk is making me a little edgy. I think I'm going to go relieve some tension on the dance floor." Anna said quickly, getting up and walking to the dance floor, where Betsy was still grooving and shaking.
"Lorna, do you think you could have been a little nicer when you made that comment?" Emma asked.
"Not really, unless you wanted to spend the rest of the night watching Anna cry her eyes out, get slobbering drunk, and bitch about what a hound dog Remy is." Lorna finished off her martini and sighed.
"I know Rogue is going through an extremely difficult time, with her not being able to trust her man, who possibly slept with her mother. I also know that the rest of us in relationships are going through some huge problems of our own. For once, I felt that the depressing relationship talk should stop, and the cute budding relationship talk should bloom. So, sue me. Besides, once she gets started she won't stop. All of you know that. Sometimes Anna is a little selfish in her behavior. She feels that because she can't have physical contact, that she suffers the most. She needs to learn that is not always true."
The women at the table looked at each other. Finally Emma lifted her glass, "Here, here. I'll talk to Anna and explain about this vacation to her and let her know how you feel. Once she cools off, she'll get over it."
Meanwhile, the boys had left Caesars Palace and had stumbled over to Paris hotel. Yes, they were starting to stumble. They had been partying hard into the night. The only one seemingly unaffected was Logan, whose healing power made it almost impossible to stay drunk too long. Even Remy, who was well known fro drinking most people under the table, had a glazed look in his eye and would wobble slightly now and then. When they entered the casino, they separated for an hour or so. Logan headed straight for the Texas Hold-Em table; Remy decided he wanted to play at the Caribbean table. Hank decided to test his luck and mathematical knowledge at Roulette, which was known for having the worst odds in a gambling event. Kurt and Bobby followed him.
After about an hour, Remy felt a headache throbbing at the base of his skull. 'Damn, I'm sobering up.' He thought to himself. He thought about getting another drink to get rid of it, but changed his mind. He collected his quite large batch of chips, tipped the dealer and went to the cashier. After cashing in at about six hundred dollars, a meager pile for him, he went to one of the tourist shops to buy some aspirin. He wandered around inside, looking at all of the goofy knick knacks, silently laughing to himself. He found some Tylenol and a bottle of water he walked up to the counter. While he walked up to the counter, he tore off the plastic on the bottle, opening it, removing the foil and cotton. His head was starting to pound. He was about to shake out two pills when someone bumped into him in a rush to the counter. It was a hyper looking young woman with bubble gum pink hair formed into a bi-hawk and more facial piercings than you could shake a stick at.
"Damn, I'm so sorry. I'm not paying attention. I'm in a total hurry." Remy grinned at her, despite the headache. He figured it was her first time in Vegas and she was in a rush to go party and have a good time. He put the cap back on the bottle and proceeded to the counter.
At the counter a bored looking woman to his items and started to scan them. Remy looked at her and shook his head. 'This woman needs to go out more often,' he thought to himself. As he took out his wallet, he asked the clerk for a pack of Marlboros. The pink haired woman stood next to him at the counter, fumbling impatiently through her quite large bag, looking for her wallet. She finally got frustrated and dumped her bag out, spilling her contents everywhere. Her items sent a tsunami towards Remy's stuff, knocking it across the counter.
"Aw Fuck, I'm so sorry!" She looked at him with glazed eyes. This girl was definitely wasted. She found her wallet, pocketed it, and started to pick up the contents.
"Dude, I'm way sorry. I was lookin' for my I.D. My boyfriend is waitin' for his cigs." She smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back and started to help her with her scattered contents. He picked up a tampon, handing it over with a sly grin. She smirked at him.
"Yeah, whatever. Y'know, Mother Nature isn't that kind to every gender." Remy laughed at that response. He paid for his stuff, gathered the cigs, aspirin, and water and told the girl that maybe she didn't need all that crap in her purse. Still holding the tampon she pointed it at him.
"Y'know, not all of us are blessed with such awesome looks as you my friend." He laughed turned around and left. He shook two tablets out, popped them in his mouth, and took a swig from the water bottle. While walking back to the casino, he ran into Bobby, Hank, and Kurt. Hank looked particularly please with himself.
"I take it you must have one some cash." Remy observed, taking another swig from the bottle.
"Why yes I did. About four hundred dollars to be exact," Hank beamed in satisfaction.
"Yeah, breakfast is on him," Bobby smiled and swatted Hank on the back.
"So what are you guys doing over here," Remy asked, "All of the action is in the casino."
"I have a headache," Kurt groaned, "too much alcohol."
Remy grinned, "Here," he pulled the bottle from his pocket and handed it to Kurt, "this'll help ya some."
"Thank you" Kurt took the bottle, popped out two tablets and popped them in his mouth. He suddenly got a sour look on his face. "Cah ah aff home wawa?"
Remy smirked and handed him his water bottle. Kurt nodded a thank you and drank from the bottle. Handing both the pills and water back, he asked, "Should we go find Logan and call it a night?"
Hank shrugged and Bobby whined, but they headed toward the table Logan was playing at. When Hank said it was time to go, Logan gave him the evil eye.
"You can wait bub. I've done what you wanted to do tonight; it's my turn to indulge."
Hank sighed and looked at his companions. They decided to wander around for awhile. After an hour of uneventful wandering and more imbibing of alcoholic beverages, they returned to the table. Logan saw them, and grunted. After he finished his hand, he gathered up quite a large pile of chips, tipped the dealer and walked to the cashier. The group followed like puppy dogs.
Kurt was starting to feel tingly. Everything looked a little brighter than usual. He was sweating quite a bit and was thirsty. He had absentmindedly been petting his own arm. The sensation felt quite good. He looked around and noticed Remy was walking with his head facing the ceiling, mouth agape, not even paying attention to where he was walking. Hank had to grab him and put him on track, so he wouldn't run into people, poles, or slot machines. When they got to the cashier, Remy ran right into Hank.
"Sorry Mon Ami," he slurred a bit. All the sudden, without warning, Remy shot his hand up and started to stroke Hanks mane.
"Wow," he drawled, "that feels so cool."
Hank jumped back in surprise, the sudden affectionate onslaught from the very hetero Cajun shocking him. "Remy, what in the-" Hank noticed that Remy's eyes were more black than usual. Hank leaned in closer to inspect, while having swat the Cajuns wandering hand away, and noticed that his pupils were fully dilated.
"Remy, what narcotics did you imbibe tonight!" Hank asked while sniffing the young man, trying to detect the chemical scent that was coming off of him.
"Not'ing, no drugs. Just alcohol, nicotine, and aspirin." He was still transfixed on the mane, trying to pet it.
"Gumbo ain't the only one." Hank looked at Logan, who nodded toward Kurt. Kurt had suddenly found that his tail was of great interest.
"Same smell is coming off of him. I think they've been dosed."
Hank rolled it over in his head, trying to think of when Kurt and Remy ingested the drugs unknowingly. Both hadn't sat next to each other. Both of them were keen enough to notice if someone was trying to slip them something. 'Damn,' he thought, 'what could it be?' Then it hit him square on the face.
"Oh my stars and garters…"
Zoe, her boyfriend, Nate, his friends, Carlos, and Will, were in their room, waiting for Zoe to dole out the ecstasy she had hid in a Tylenol bottle. She fumbled through her large bag, filled with crap, as that hot southerner with the demon eyes, had pointed out. She dumped out her purse again and rummaged through the contents. She finally found the bottle and tossed it to Nate.
"All right, it's time to role!" He popped open the cap and poured out the pills into his palm. He had to do a double take. These were real Tylenol pills, not ecstasy tablets.
"Um, sweetie?" he asked with some worry.
"Yeah?" she replied
"Babe, this is regular Tylenol."
"What!" She grabbed the bottle from him and looked inside. She then grabbed his upturned hand, occupied by Tylenol, and inspected. She then turned to the contents on the bed and started to frantically rummage through her stuff.
"Zoe, what the hell is going on?" Nates tone had changed into irritation.
As she frantically threw around her stuff, it hit her. Her purse, her contents, the hot southerner. He had bought some Tylenol as well. Same looking bottle…
"Oh Shit!"
A/N: Ok, for all of you Rogue fans don't get too angry at me for painting her as immature. I guess I'm just tired of her 'woe is me attitude' toward everyone. She does act pretty selfish sometimes, thinking she has the worst problems out of everyone because of her mutation. I decided that I didn't want Remy to wallow in self-pity and grovel at her feet for once. Hence the cold shoulder to Anna. Also, don't worry about not seeing the girls, they are going to have just as much crazy fun as the guys, and this is just the first night. R&R please.