Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men, Marvel does. I wish I was so lucky
A/N: I know I said no sexual situations, but then I remembered this is Vegas, and, well, sex is a staple of the Vegas diet. There is some sexual situations in this chapter. Not insanely graphic or anything but, well you'll see what I mean. Enjoy.
This was not how Logan thought his first night in Vegas was going to go. He knew something was going to happen. Something whacked always happened to him in Vegas, like the time he woke up in a seedy motel, arms handcuffed to the bed poster, a g-string stuffed in his mouth, with the Batman symbol shaved into his chest, and a note on the mirror opposite the bed, "Thanks for the best sex of my life!" signed with a red kiss mark. As he remembered there were liquor bottles, beer cans and used condoms thrown around the room. Most of his clothes and the furnishings were shredded. That woman sure had been a wild one. He smiled slightly at the thought until a 'rolling' Remy ran into his back.
He was jerked back into reality by the fact that Kurt and Remy were not in their right minds. Oh no, instead, they were hallucinating on a mixture of Ecstasy and Acid. The kicker was that all of this was a complete accident and Kurt and Remy were the hapless victims. Of course, from what Logan was witnessing, the two young men seemed to not mind that they were in wonderland.
Logan figured that this was not the first time that Remy had ingested hallucinogens. Remy slid into his trip very easily and just let it ride. The normally cool and calm Cajun became a total whacky goof-ball, trying to climb on things, staring at lights, poking and prodding things. At one point Remy took off in the middle of Excalibur, sprinting down the casino aisles. Hank had to chase him down. He finally caught him in the arcade, where he was on his hands and knees, looking behind a Mortal Kombat game with a determined look on his face. When Hank asked him what he was doing, the Cajun told him that he was trying to catch the Smurfs and Snorks he'd seen running around the casino. He finished his statement with a "duh!" Hank had to suppress a laugh. He told Remy that if he came back with him, they'd call Forge and ask him to make a Smurf/Snork trap so he could catch them. Remy obliged gleefully.
Hank dragged Remy back up the stairs, smacking his wandering hand away. Remy had become obsessed with Hank and his blue fur and was trying desperately to pet him all night. When they found the group, he answered their questions by relating the story. Kurt became excited and wanted to go on the Smurf/Snork hunt. He and Remy started to lay down plans on how they were going to catch the little critters. Bobby started to point a finger and laugh until Logan smacked him on the back of the head and warned him to behave himself. He then turned and glared at the quartet of young punk rockers that had been with them all night. It was their fault that the Cajun and the Elf had gone wonky in the brain, so to make up for what happened, Logan "convinced" them to come along and help babysit.
Logan sighed at the memory. He knew Kurt was a strict catholic, so he never imbibed in any vices, well except for sex and beer. This had to be Kurt's first time on Ecstasy and Acid. At first the demonic looking mutant was very skittish and had a lot of anxiety, but when Remy had his mental shields weaken, his empathy came out in waves. Kurt felt the emotions that Remy was having and calmed down. Soon he started chatting with his drugged companion and followed his every motion. Though, where Remy was hyper and energetic, Kurt was calm. Kurt became very tactile. He wanted to touch everything. He even sat down on the casino floor of New York, New York and pet the carpet. Logan had to haul him of the floor and carry him away from the gawking tourists. They finally went to the gift shop and bought him a fuzzy teddy bear to pet and hold. It was a bit disturbing when he started to converse with it and gave it a name, Spartacus.
To Logan, this was a night he was never going to forget.
Three hours earlier…
Standing at the cashier booth, Hank, Bobby, and Logan stared at their loopy compatriots.
"Remy would you be so kind to hand over that Tylenol bottle please?"
Remy fished out the bottle from his pockets and handed it to Hank while staring at the flashing lights of a slot machine. Hank took the bottle from him and sniffed the contents. He then handed the bottle to Logan to let him sniff it.
"So Hank, what is it?" he growled. This was all he needed, the Cajun and the Elf on drugs. A perfect start to a perfect vacation. He looked at Hank, who was trying to connect the scent to a chemical.
"I believe it is 4-methylendioxymethamphetamine."
Bobby and Logan looked at him like he was from another planet.
"In english, Hank."
"In common terms, they have ingested Ecstasy."
Bobby threw his hands up in the air and whined, "Oh now that is just fucking great! I guess it is time to go get a cab and take them to the hospital. Damnit, I can't believe this happened."
"Logan, do you think we should alert the others?" Hank turned toward his short, stocky friend.
"Nope, they'll just flip out and some how they will blame this all on Remy for having the bottle. Poor kid needs a break, especially after what has been happening." Logan was thinking about the whole Mystique problem. He smelled Mystique on Remy, as well as Hank had. There were also the faint scent of arousal, but there was also one more, disgust. Remy was reeking of it, as well as of anger. The kid had been turned on to the extreme, no doubt, but he had kept it in his pants, like a good boyfriend should. Both Hank and him knew the kid was innocent. Logan had never informed Rogue of this at all. Instead she had sought help from the White Bitch, who refused her proposal of reading his mind without his permission. Rogue never asked Logan about any lingering scents. If she had asked before he would have told her, but he also would have told her to ask Remy about Lili Penrose. He figured the kid never slept with the lady, but he was pretty sure he got in some heavy petting before he knocked her sleazy ass out. He knew it was a moment of weakness, but he also knew that Remy could of just knocked her out from the get go and skipped the touching and kissing. He felt it was only right that Rogue be informed of this incident. Sometimes that crazy Cajun did not think straight, and either let his emotions or cockiness drive his decisions.
He never knew why Hank didn't speak up about the scents. He figured it had to do along the lines of Anna never asking him about it. Remy did not press anyone about the matter. Instead he tried to win back her trust with out help, but he was failing. Soon he had gotten tired of everybody being pissed at him once again and Anna treating him like her own personal doormat. Logan had noticed that Remy was completely ignoring her and giving everyone else the finger. Logan noticed that Remy had gotten his spine back.
Logan snapped back to the present.
"Ok, lets get them out of here."
Hank grabbed Kurt, who was playing with his tail, so he could avoid any further petting from Remy. Logan and Bobby snagged the Cajun and the troop headed toward the entrance to grab a cab. Upon entering the entrance lobby, they were flagged down by four desperate looking Punkers. The female had bright pink hair. The young man running besides her had his hair done in liberty spikes. The guys behind them both sported even stranger hair. The tall guy had a huge Mohawk, which made him look even taller. The shorter Punker had what looked like a pattern dyed on his head. It gave his hair a very mottled appearance.
"Hey you! Southern dude, wait up!" The girl yelled and sprinted toward him. When she finally reached them, she was out of breath. She tried her best to speak while panting.
"Oh…..thank god……I found you!" She swallowed hard and continued, "I think …..you have something…..of mine…..and I have something…. of yours." She produced a Tylenol bottle and held it out to Remy. Remy just looked at her hand and then looked at her.
"Hey I know you. I found your tampon!"
Eyebrows, except for Kurt, shot up all around. The young lady blushed then spoke again.
"Yeah, uh, thanks for helping clean up the mess that spilled out of my purse. I believe there was a mix up though. You took my bottle of Tylenol and I took yours. So here it is," she gestured to the bottle in her hand, "and I'll take mine back."
Logan stepped forward and gave the quartet a most menacing glare, which caused them all to step back.
"Explain to me again how a tampon, your purse and two bottles of Tylenol led to my friends over here to start petting themselves."
The girl, who introduced herself as Zoe, told the whole story about the gift shop, her spilt contents, the mix up, and the discovery of the switched bottles.
"I was praying to God that I would find him. I hope he hasn't taken any yet."
Logan stepped up further to her. "Not only had he taken some, but since he thought it was an innocent bottle of pain relief, he gave some to my friend as well."
He gestured to the two men who were touching things and seemed to be trying to adjust to these new sensations.
"Look, I'm really sorry about all this. I really am, but could you please give us that bottle back. We've been waiting all night to do this." Zoe gave the man a pleading look, but he was not phased in the least.
"Oh you mean this bottle?" Hank held up the Tylenol bottle, shaking it so the pills rattled against the plastic, "Why should I give this bottle back to you. So you can indulge in a night of euphoria while my companions and I escort these men to the local hospital, so they can have their stomachs pumped, then have relaxants pumped into them to make them sleep? All the while why the three of us spend the rest of the night being questioned by doctors, authority figures, and eventually our friends? That does not sound very fair to me."
The young man standing behind Zoe, the one with the huge Mohawk, spoke up next.
"Don't take them to the hospital dude. I agree that will definitely ruin the night for you guys. Instead why don't you just let them 'roll'."
"Roll?" Hank arched his eyebrow to the term.
"Yeah, 'rolling' is what you do when you are on E. Just let them ride it out for the night and you guys babysit them."
Logan gave them a menacing grin and popped his claws.
"I got a better idea, why don't we let them roll, and you help us babysit. After all, this whole mess is your own damn fault. I'm not taking no for an answer so the next words out of your mouths better be 'yes'."
The punkers looked at the short man with the menacing metal claws in fear. Each one of them stammered out a yes.
"That's nice to know. Hank why don't you go to the guest service desk, see if you can wrangle up a limo for the night. Between the cash that you, Remy, and I won tonight, I think we can afford one of those nice stretch jobs."
Hank took off to the guest desk, leaving Remy with Bobby, who was also trying to keep an eye on Kurt.
Zoe spoke up, "Well, um, since we're helping you babysit and all, we're going to need supplies for the guys so they can be comfortable for the rest of the night. We have stuff in our room. I can go get it if you like?"
Logan looked her up and down, "Go ahead kid, but your friends stay here. Don't even think about bolting. As you have already guessed, we're mutants. The tall furry guy you saw go get the limo, and I have enhanced senses." He leaned forward and sniffed her. She backed up in fear.
"We'd have no problem tracking you down."
Zoe went to stammer out a response, but instead, turned tail and bolted for the elevators. Logan turned to the other guys,
"Same goes for the three of you as well."
The guys stammered out what sounded like yes'. Hank returned five minutes later informing the group that there would be a limo waiting outside shortly. He added that the man at the guest services desk had said that there would be a wait, but then a hundred dollar bill had him all the sudden remember that he could have been wrong and he would get on it shortly. Zoe returned 10 minutes later with a backpack in each hand. Both looked heavy.
"Ok, so here's the drill. We want to keep both of them hydrated the whole time, and we want them to stay warm. When you roll, you tend to get very uncomfortable with the cold and you become very dehydrated. They'll probably be clenching their jaws and grinding their teeth, so we have to keep their mouths occupied at all times. In the back packs, I have all the stuff we were going to use tonight: Water, Jolly Ranchers, Blow Pops, pacifiers, hand massagers, glow sticks, you name it. It would probably be best if we took them club hopping. People tend to like the sensation of touch on E as well as music, so that would be our safest bet. I guess since this is my fault, I'll ultimately be in charge of the babysitting, but help would be nice. You should make sure and pair up with one of them, to watch them, but let them be together and let them do their thing. They are going to be all happy, euphoric, and acting like they are in the world of Teletubbies. Don't make fun of them, just let them be."
With that Zoe handed a back pack to her boyfriend, who gave it a disgusted look and thrust it upon the guy with the patterned hair. They guy gave him a dirty look while he put the back pack on. Zoe put on the other back pack. Logan led the way outside. Once outside, Hank informed the valet that they were awaiting the arrival of their limo. The young man with the liberty spikes walked up to Hank afterwards.
"Can we have our pills back now or what."
Hank looked at this young man and shook his head. The man had the audacity to ask for the pills back after all that had transpired.
"I'm afraid the answer is 'or what'."
Hank tossed the pills to Logan, who promptly popped the lid off, and turned the container so the contents would spill. The pills landed on the ground and bounced. Logan then proceeded to crush them under his boot heal. The punker was furious. He ran up to Logan and got right in his face.
"What the fuck do you think-"
SNIKT
The punker backed of with wide eyes.
"Do not do that again you worthless piece of shit or I'll give you something to complain about."
Logan sheathed his claws and gave the young man a death glare. The man backed off and stood with his friends, who looked just as afraid.
"Damnit, Zoe, this is all of your fault! If you had just been paying attention we wouldn't be at the mercy of these guys. You are such a stupid bitch-"
CRACK!
Zoe landed a right hook to her boyfriends face. Her other two compatriots looked on in shock before bursting out into laughter.
"You need to stop taking your frustrations out on me you selfish pig. I'm so sorry I lost your precious Ecstasy. The Ecstasy I paid for. Next time you want E, get a job, get some cash, and pay for your own goddamn drugs!"
Bobby started clapping. Zoe's friends joined in telling her that she was now their official hero. By this point, the limo had pulled up. The driver got out and came around to open the door. Zoe swiftly brushed past everyone, head proudly upturned, and entered the limo. The rest of the group got in and settled down. Remy and Kurt were sat by windows so they could be occupied with the ride. The men sat on one side of the limo while the punkers sat on the other side. Zoe decided to speak up
"Well I guess since we are stuck together tonight, we should at least find out each others names. I'm Zoe, this is Nate," she gestured to her boyfriend who was still rubbing his tender jaw.
"The tall guy is Will, and the guy with the patterned hair is Carlos." Both guys grinned and waved. They were still giddy over watching Zoe sock Nate.
"So who are you guys?"
Hank spoke up to do the introductions, "The gruff looking man over here is Logan. He is a man of a few words, but as you have seen, it is not a good thing to get on his bad side." he gestured to Logan, who had already pillaged the mini bar and had a vodka on the rocks in hand. He acted like they didn't exist.
"My icy friend over here is Bobby, practical joker extraordinaire and my dubious partner in crime." Bobby grinned and waved. He was also cheery due to the recent assault on the arrogant young man sitting across from him.
"The demonic looking man over here is Kurt, but don't let appearances deceive. He is quite likable and the ladies can't get enough of him." Kurt didn't know they even existed. He was to busy petting the seat in the limo.
"Over here we have the irresistible Cajun, Remy. Even in the state he's in right now, you'll see by the end of the night that he'll have hundreds of women fawning all over him." Remy didn't even pay attention. His face was pressed against the window looking at the strip.
"And my name is Hank." He bowed his head slightly.
Zoe smiled, "So if you don't mind me asking, where are you guys from?"
"We hail from different places all over the world. But we all reside in Westchester, New York."
"Well, we're from Los Angeles. It's my twenty first birthday. Genius over here," she pointed at Nate, "felt it would be better if we rolled. Me, I just want to get plastered since I'm legal and all. I guess I should of listened to my gut instinct, huh."
Hank smiled, "You should not be even ingesting narcotics. I've seen what some of the worst can do to the students we teach."
Will raised his eyebrows, "You guys are teachers? Fucking awesome! I wish I had cool teachers like you when I was in school."
"We'll the school we work at is an all mutant school. We take in mutant children, teach them, and help them with their mutations."
Zoe looked at Hank, her face lit up, "I totally know what school you guys are from. You're from the Xavier Institute! Holy crap, I can't believe I didn't connect with it earlier. My brother went there! He graduated last year! I never got to go to his graduation and all, since I go to UCLA. The quarter system doesn't allow for much leeway in vacation time. That means that you must be Dr. Hank McCoy! You were one of his favorite teachers."
Hank grinned, "Who was your brother, if I might ask?"
"Louis Talbert. He's attending Cal Poly now, but I figured you knew that!"
Hank felt his grin grow. Louis was an excellent student. His mutant power was nature based. Kid had a knack for biology and botany. He wanted to become a landscape architect as well as specialize in greenhouses and atriums. Louis was a good student. He always turned his work in on time and studied hard. None of the teachers complained about him. He remembered how Louis would always rave about his kooky sister, Zoe, who wanted to get her degree in Psychology and Sociology. Louis said that even though she was human, she wanted to help mutants in the worst way. Hank had figured that Zoe was over protective of her little brother.
"So I guess that means," Zoe looked at the other men in the limo, "You're Bobby Drake, the funniest teacher in the school, Kurt Wagner, the most entertaining, Remy LeBeau, the coolest teacher, and Mr. Logan, the teacher that makes you shit your pants even in your dreams."
Logan grunted at that description, "Most kids say that, but I have to say, Louis was a real good self-defense student. Always came in for extra practice and followed directions."
Zoe looked at Remy, then back at Hank, "So is it true," she jerked a thumb in the direction of the Cajun, "that his girlfriend is a psychotic bitch?"
Logan choked on his drink. Bobby and Hank raised their eyebrows. Remy and Kurt had no clue what was going on and probably didn't care.
"Louis used to tell me that she would have these crazy ass fits and was always yelling at him for doing something she didn't like. He said that a lot of the female students liked her, but the male students thought she was a mean lady, even though she was hot."
"Well…," Hank spoke, "Rogue unfortunately has a very serious mutation, that hinders her from being completely social. She can't make skin to skin contact with others or she will absorb their life force. Her mutation cannot be controlled. She does have a foul temper that has scared quite a few of us over time."
"Doesn't help that the Cajun over here makes stupid decisions and likes to goad her." Logan interjected
"Or the fact that he fuck-" Bobby was stopped from his statement by a glaring Logan.
"I don't think Remy would like these fine people to know of his personal problems."
"What don't I want?" Remy said, turning to look at the guys.
"Nothin' gumbo. This lady here had her brother attend the school."
"Really?" Remy looked at Zoe, "Who was your bro?"
"Louis Talbert"
"Hey, I remember Louis. He was in my advanced French class. Good Kid. Good student." Remy turned around and looked out the window.
"Wow, talk about small world. Damn, Louis is never going to forgive me for giving drugs to his teachers."
Bobby raised his eyebrows, "You're going to tell him about this?"
"Of course," she sighed, "Louis and I don't keep secrets from eachother. It is how we get along so well. No secrets, no lies. Plus my conscience will eat at me anyways. I mean these poor guys were totally innocence, and my flakiness cost you guys a good time. God, Louis is going to be so pissed." She sighed and leaned back, allowing for an uncomfortable silence to spill into the limo.
The window separating the driver from the passengers lowered.
"Sorry to bother you gentlemen and ladies, but where would you like to go?"
Hank looked at Zoe, "It's up to you my dear, I'm no expert."
Zoe looked around, "Our attire is not fit for any of the classy clubs, so….I guess we'll be going to The Beach."
"The Beach it is then." The tinted glass divider raised again, cutting of the driver from the passengers.
The rest of the drive was in silence. Fifteen minutes later, the arrived at the club called The Beach. It looked like a club that had been taken from Tijuana's infamous Revolución Ave. and inserted in Las Vegas. It wasn't like Studio 54 in the MGM Grand or Ra in the Luxor, which were sleek and classy. This was a place where people got drunk and raunchy, and hooked up on the dance floor. Lots of bump and grind happened in this club.
The group exited the limo and strolled to the entrance. Zoe noticed that Kurt was touching everything he could, so she retrieved a hand massager from her pack and started to rub his arms. Kurt almost went limp. He absent mindedly wrapped his tail around her arm to make sure she wouldn't leave his side. Carlos had to give Remy a blow pop to keep him from clenching his jaw.
After IDs and backpacks were checked, they entered the sleazy club. Zoe asked if Logan would mind watching the backpacks while she, Will, and Nate kept an eye on Kurt and Remy on the dance floor. Logan obliged if, and only if she bought the group alcohol. Zoe handed Logan fifty bucks and told him to by an ice bucket of beers. After the group went on to the dance floor, Logan strolled to the bar and ordered the bucket.
After retrieving the bucket, filled with ice cold Pacifico bottles, we walked back and plopped the bucket on the table. Bobby, Hank, and Logan cracked open a Pacifico and drank, watching Kurt and Remy move on the dance floor. Zoe was grinding up against Kurt, Nate doing the same behind her. Will had found a hot brunette who dug his Mohawk. She was in front of him wiggling her ass into his crotch. Poor boy looked like he was going to fall over dead. Remy, as predicted, had numerous females surrounding him, begging for his attention. He happily obliged. Logan figured the relationship was pretty much off again, so Remy could be allowed to do what ever he pleased with the ladies.
Hank had his attention wander to someplace else. He noticed Carlos was on his knees, having tequila poured down his throat by a sexy blonde in a red bikini. Carlos had his eyes glued to the generous breast on the woman while he gulped down the tequila. He finally signaled for her to stop. She helped him to his feet and planted a kiss on his mouth before sauntering off. Hank watched Carlos stumble back to the table and sit down, a satisfied smile on his face.
"May I ask what you just did?"
Carlos looked to Hank and smiled, "It's called a tequila popper or whistler. You have tequila poured down your throat till you can't drink any more. Fucks you up real good, but it's worth it to be able to gaze at a hot woman and her breasts."
Bobby looked excited, "Can you get her to come back over here!"
Carlos gave a wicked grin and got up from the table to search for the sought out lady. He returned a few seconds later.
"Oh my, aren't you guys unique." She gave them a seductive grin, "So who's going to be my first victim?"
"Me, me, me, me!" Bobby shot up and stood in front of her.
"I bet girls like you in the sack," she purred, "being able to keep her cooled off while you heat her up."
Bobby gulped
"Are you single sweetie? Cause I'd love to take you back to my place," she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "and fuck you till you melt."
Bobby almost fell over and died.
"R-Right now, I'd give anything to be single." He stammered.
She pouted a bit, "That's too bad." She traced a finger down his chin to his chest, "Well in that case," she looked him up and down, "Down on your knees bitch."
Bobby lowered to his knees, his eyes locked to hers, praying to god that his quickly growing erection was being concealed. The girl leaned over, her lips inches away from him.
"Open wide baby."
Bobby opened his mouth and felt the tequila flow in, over his tongue, down his throat. God, all he could think about was having this hot lady in his hotel room, her on top of him, sliding up and down on his stiff cock, crying out his name. Yep, he would defiantly melt after a hot night with her. After tonight, he was going to have to take out his frustrations on Lorna.
Bobby had to finally signal the woman to stop. She smiled and helped him up. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue sliding over his lower lip begging for entrance. He parted his lips and let her tongue slide in. 'Oh my good God, she can kiss!' He thought to himself. Without a second thought, he reached around, grabbed her buttockes and pulled her closer. He deepened the kiss without a second thought, his arousal becoming obvious. They finally broke apart, panting.
"Holy shit." Bobby gasped
The woman smiled, "Well I can see why you're taken. Too bad."
She turned to the other gentlemen at the table, whose jaws had dropped open at the sight, "Anyone else want to try for their luck?"
Hank and Logan shot their hands in the air.
"I think the kitty cat should go next," she motioned for Hank to come over to her with her index finger. He happily got up from his seat and walked over. She smirked, looking him up and down, stopping at his crotch briefly, raising an eyebrow, before continuing her ocular sweep of him.
"Fuzzy." She drawled, reaching up to stroke his silky mane, "Down on all four kitty cat."
Hank obediently got on all fours and opened his mouth. He guzzled the tequila for a bit before stopping her. As much as this woman and her wares turned him on, common sense told him to stay as sober as he can, healing factor and all. She helped him off his knees and planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips.
"I think I made the kitty purr."
Logan spoke up, "Darlin' for my turn, I think you should come to me."
Hank and Bobby returned to their seats, eager to see how Logan was going to handle this. She walked over, smoothly and stood in front of him. She eyed him before straddling him and sitting down.
"Do I have to ask?" she purred.
Logan opened his mouth and felt the cool liquid pour down his throat. He was going to out do Carlos, Hank, and Bobby, and show this woman who the alpha male of this pack was. She watched with interest as he kept gulping down tequila. When she went to remove her arm from his face, he reached up and held it firmly in place. A crowd began to draw around them, cheering. Finally the last drop of tequila was poured out and slid down Logan's throat. He reached up with his free hand, grabbed the back of the lovely ladies head and pulled her down for a searing kiss, which she obviously liked. The crowd roared at the sizzling sign of affection.
When they broke apart, she lifted herself off him and smiled. Logan caught her hand as she started to move away.
"Hold up darlin', we have something for you." He brought out his wallet and produced some bills. He handed her two, one hundred dollar bills.
"Thanks for the drink darlin'. We all thank you."
She smiled wickedly at him. "Anytime you want to come back. The name is Tiffany." She looked at her empty bottle, "Well, I guess I need to find a replacement. Have a good night boys." She turned and sauntered off, winking at Bobby as she left.
"HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT! YOU GUYS ARE MY HEROES!" Carlos yelled
Logan smirked at the kid. He was one of the punkers he started to tolerate better, him and that Will kid. They definitely thought Nate was an asshole. He could smell it on them, but they were friends with Zoe, so they tolerated him foe her sake. He was a loyal friend.
On the dance floor, Zoe had moved herself closer to Kurt, sensually grinding herself up against him. The friction felt good, she knew that. The glazed look in Kurt's eyes confirmed it. It wasn't anything sexual for either of them, she was just trying to make his roll better. Maybe when Nate was busy some place else, she'd make out with him. Kissing was always fun while rolling.
Remy on the other hand, was basically dry humping a beautiful blonde. He was trailing his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw while his hands ran all over her body. She looked as if she was going to come any moment.
Will and the brunette had moved off the dance floor and into a dark corner of the club, where they proceeded to make out and participate in some light petting. The sexual tension in this place was running high.
Eventually the club started to become more raunchy and rowdy with the further imbibing of alcohol. At one point they had a set up of a bunch of toilet paper rolls, lined up together, on reams. They turned on a huge industrial sized fan behind the rolls, which blew them out like streamers. It looked pretty cool, until Nate got bonked on the head by a stray roll. That pissed him off, which ruined the vibe Zoe had going to Kurt. Eventually it was time to move on.
They exited the club and headed to the limo. Will had brought the hot brunette along. Her name was Shelly and she was from Colorado. They all packed into the limo. When the driver asked Bobby where they wanted to go to next, He asked him to hold on a bit while they conversed.
"So, where to now?" Bobby inquired.
"I don't know. I wanted to keep the guys in the club for the rest of the night, but I don't know what we can do now." Zoe explained.
"Don't you guys have any nice clothes at all?" Hank asked.
"Well yeah, but they are back at the hotel. We weren't planning to go to Ra till tomorrow night."
Bobby leaned over and rapped on the divider with his knuckle, which lowered a bit. The driver smiled, "Come to a conclusion yet?"
"Yeah, we would like to go to Ra, but first we need to go back to the hotel. Some of us need more proper attire."
The driver smiled, nodding before raising the divider. The trip back to the Bellagio was quick. Hank told the driver they would be back down in a half an hour. The driver replied with a no problem.
The guys followed the punkers and Shelly to their rooms. They had adjoining rooms on the eighth floor. When they got inside, Hank and Bobby had Remy and Kurt play with some "fry toys". Zoe searched her closet and came up with a black leather corset dress that bound on the sides and not the front. Nate found a black suit, a black shirt, and a black tie. He went to change when he suddenly stopped. He dropped the clothes and ran into the bathroom. The guttural noises told everyone else that he was vomiting.
"Oh, shit!" Zoe said as she ran to the door. She waited patiently till the door opened and Nate stumbled out.
"I think my night is over guys." He said while he walked to the bed and flopped on it.
"I think we'll wait outside." Hank said. Logan went to get Remy and Kurt who were playing with rainbow colored slinkies.
"Let them play, I'll bring them out when I'm done." Zoe sighed before attending to Nate. After fussing over him a bit and getting him a glass of cool water, she grabbed her dress and went of to the vanity to change, away from the eyes of Kurt and Remy.
Kurt started to rub his eyes, they were dry from the desert air.
"Remy, do you have eye drops?"
"Nope." He was fascinated with the feel of his slinky on his skin.
Kurt got up and walked over to Nate, tapping his shoulder gently. Nate looked up at him. "Yeah?"
I'm sorry to bother you, but do you have any eye drops. My eyes are really dry and I don't really like the…sensation."
"Um, yeah hold on." Nate sat up slowly before getting up and looking through his duffle bag. When he found what he was looking for he tossed it to Kurt.
"That should do the trick."
Kurt put a drop in each eye. It stung like hell. "Mein Gott! That hurts!"
"What do you expect, between the desert air, cigarette smoke, and fog machines. Your eyes probably have lost all their moisture. You should probably give some to your friend too."
Kurt walked over to Remy, who was still focused on the slinky, and handed him the eye drops.
"What the hell is this for?" He looked up at Kurt.
"They are for your eyes, to help with the dryness."
Remy shrugged, dropped the slinky and took the bottle. He squeezed a drop into each eye.
"Merde! This stuff stings!" He handed the bottle back to Kurt, who walked over and placed back in Nate's bag. By this point Zoe was ready. She had washed of her harsh make up and put on a more subtle face. Most of her piercings were taken out, replaced by flesh colored plugs. She looked very different.
"Are you boys ready to go?" She looked at Kurt and Remy, who nodded. Remy got up of the floor, dropping the slinky without a second thought. The two men headed out the door to meet the rest of the group. Zoe went to the bed and kissed Nate on the forehead.
"Are you going to be ok sweetie?"
"Yeah," he groaned, "Go out and have fun. I'm going to sleep it off."
She kissed his forehead again before turning around and leaving. When he heard the door click shut, and evil grin spread across his face. He stretched his arms out before resting them behind his head.
"Oh yeah, those assholes are going to have a fun night indeed."