Turning the key as quietly as he could in the lock, Logan entered his apartment, noting the women still soundly asleep. Good thing I know where are the creaks are, conscious of his squeaking exoskeleton, he stepped around the women until he go to his room. Bag still slung over his shoulder; Logan was just about to turn the handle when someone collided with him from around the corner. Before he even turned, he muttered, "Careful, are you all right?"
The woman touched his shoulder in gentle apology for her clumsiness, motioning with her free hand she made a 'shh' gesture, indicating the other women. "So sorry about that. Don't worry, I'm just fine."
So startled by how she looked, and the bare hand resting on his shirt-covered shoulder, it took Logan a minute to realize what the woman was saying and that she didn't quite look like who he had first thought. What is this? She looks exactly like Max… no, not exactly, but… "It's, umm… I'm sorry, you just look very familiar."
A soft smile graced her face, as Maria took in the man's appearance, tall, with kind eyes, if somewhat questioning. She noticed the keys in his hand and the overnight bag slung over his shoulder and quickly figured out who this must be. Hmm, so this is our divine benefactor… "You must be Max's friend," at his slight nod she continued, "yes, it was so nice of you to lend us all your apartment. I'm Maria Rodriquez, Max's… mother…"
It was right at this moment that Logan finally twisted the handle on the door, and found it most stubbornly locked. Slightly confused, having not remembered locking his door, he chalked it up to stress and none-the-less pulled out his key again, trying to make sure that he had heard… Maria… right. "Max's mother?"
"Yes, I did… oh dear…" The door had swung open just as Maria had started her reply, revealing quite the scene. Something Maria was not exactly prepared to see, and from the fact that Logan dropped his keys, she imagined he wasn't quite ready for either.
Instead of being predictably empty and unscrupulously tidy, the room was littered with large peach-colored throw pillows, jackets, a pair of jeans, shirts, boots, and assorted other piles of mess. In the center of a large, four-poster, bed, tangled up in what appeared to be a mass of covers, were two figures. All that could be seen of the first figure was messy blonde hair, while the other was sprawled over the first, almost totally covering them from view, visible from her waist up.
The sounds of Logan's keys dropping startled both figures, the second, Max, sat up, jumping a tad but not really moving due to being trapped in the tangled mass of covers. While she scanned the room to figure out where she was and what had been going on, the other, Alec, was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, apparently not worried. The first words out of both transgenics mouths were, "What?"
Max spotted the intruders first, and made an almost a sound somewhat like 'eep.' She looked down to attempt to untangle herself and noticed several very obvious things all at once, she was laying on Alec, his shirt was off, so was hers, and it very much looked as though… "Uh, so not what you think…"
This statement successfully clued Alec into the fact that something was going on. Looking up he spied both Maria and Logan, wearing equally unreadable expressions. Hastily yanking at the covers to get free, Alec started to explain, "Everyone was asleep, and this was the only place for us to crash and… we're not as undressed as it may look."
Rolling her eyes skyward at his stupid rambling, Max gave a mighty heave and managed to expel Alec from both the warmth of the covers and the bed. He landed on the floor, revealing that he was indeed wearing his jeans. Now able to climb out of the mess of covers herself, Max did so and headed for the rest of her clothing, clad only in her tank top and underwear. "What the idiot over there was trying to say is that it was late and we decided to be mature adults and share sleeping arrangements instead of fighting over it." Bed. Don't say bed. Just don't.
Giving his best smug grin, Alec nodded and collected himself, having already donned his shirt again. Carefully, he stepped around Max in a wide arch and fixed his best sincere eyes on Maria. Let Max deal with Logan, who cares what he thinks. "Yeah, like on a mission. Used to share beds with our group on missions all the time, it was almost sibling like."
Sure enough, Maria's panicked look began to recede slightly, remembering both Max and Alec having mentioned several things about their siblings during talks the night before. "I really should be going, I think I hear some others waking. I just ran into your friend here, Max, and… well, good morning, rise and shine!" She finished on a cheery note before beating a hasty retreat.
Alec stayed exactly where he was, unsure what would happen if he got to close to Logan, the man was giving off very strange scent vibes. Max gave her most winning smile, but refused to offer more of an explanation. If Logan couldn't see the obvious, well, she'd deal with that when she didn't have a hundred other higher priorities. "I know we made a mess, but if you want to give us just a minute, we'll clean up." Yanking on her jeans, she advanced forward, forcing Logan back by her proximity, and smiled once more before closing the door again.
To find Alec collapsed in a fit of laughter, rolled back on the bed and clutching his stomach. She hastily finished doing up her jeans and put her hands on her hips, waiting. It took Alec a moment to recover himself, "The look on his face… and he thought," Alec gestured helplessly between himself, Max, and the bed.
Before either really knew what was going on, Max had moved forward and pushed Alec back until she was straddling him and had him trapped under her. Biting her lip slightly, Max looked him over and announced, "I don't see what is so very funny, Alec. We need Logan's help with this. And as for us, the closest you're going to get is a spanking if you keep acting this ridiculously."
"You dirty girl. I always knew you were into that, Maxie," Alec cocked his head at her and gave a grin that made his meaning perfectly clear. Is she serious?
Jumping back slightly, Max released him and winked slightly. "You'll just have to find out, won't you?" grabbing her boots, over shirt, and jacket, she started to walk out, calling back, "Oh, and would you clean up this mess, since you made it." I can't believe I just said that! Oh god…
She heard, "Oh yeah, and just who got up in the middle of the night and threw half her clothes and the blankets all over the room?" behind her retreating back, but the door was already closed, and she wasn't heading back for any reason.
Alec, meanwhile, tossed the scattered pillows and blankets in a pile on the bed, and grabbed the rest of his stuff before following Max outside. Two can play that game. Besides, let Logan deal with the mess. What kind of man has peach pillows?