A/N: I would really like to thank the person who reviewed. I realized after I posted the first two chapters that I completely forgot to include a disclaimer.
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The figure that had just entered seemed to banish the smoke and exude pure light. As a husky man with a drink in one hand and a broad in the other said, she was a walking advertisement for starch and bleach. The figure closed her eyes for a second, laughed, and said, "Does your pregnant wife know that you're planning to sleep with that broad tonight?" The walking bleach advertisement walked away from the burly man who was trying, pathetically, to refute the pillar of bleach to the buxom blond next to him with failed results. The redhead was staring like she had never seen the wonders of bleach before. The bleach queen grabbed a chair with a daintily gloved hand and pulled a chair over to the redhead's grimy table. The redhead kept staring with her dainty mouth wide open like she was trying to catch flies while the platinum blond stood jauntily with one hand on the chair. A little voice penetrated the wall around her mind and while sounding like warm honey said, "Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?"
The redhead jolted out of her staring fest and spoke a little too quickly, "Erm yes, Emma, sit down." The bleach queen smiled and daintily seated herself into the rickety chair. That honeyed voice yet again invaded the redhead's mind and admonished, "Why Jean, where are your manners? You invited me to sit, you should start up conversation."
Jean, startled, said a mere one word to begin conversation, "Why?"
Emma Frost's honeyed eyes took on a dull sheen like they had been iced up. She pushed her shining platinum hair behind her quaint ear like it was burnished white gold and let her gaze wander over to the two teenage lovebirds. A quiet voice resounded in Jean's head, "You know, those two are just like you and Scott." Jean tried to mentally answer back, but here words slammed up against a massive mental wall. The redhead snorted softly and replied, "Everyone says that, it's not a revelation or anything." The bleached one's eyes slowly slid back to Jean's condescending face and locked in like a torpedo launcher. That voice, which was starting to make Jean nauseous, quietly skated back into the redhead's skull, "I know, all of you feign affection because you are too chicken to do anything contrary to precious public opinion." Saying that, the visitor stood up and disappeared in the haze which parted to her gleaming white hair and clothes.
Bobby ran to catch up with Marie's long strides as she dragged him across to the floor to the billiards tables. Upon arrival, Marie instantly hooked herself upon the Canadian's muscled arm as he was trying to hit the cue ball. Bobby's arm rested itself against the worn, grimy surface of the table's edge. When dinosaurs roamed the earth, the wood pool table probably shone with the sheen of fresh plastic McDonald's toys. Time had taken its toll and the stomach acids from dead drunk boozers barfing over the table had worn off the polish to reveal the dull wood beneath. The one advantage was that the oil from countless of fingers had mingled and soften the edge. Bobby reflected on the idea that his finger oil would mingle with the oil of countless other people. Smiling to himself, he wondered whose oil he was touching now until a sound like a bowling ball hurdling into a bag full of raw flesh reached his ear. His blue eyes scanned the people around him to see if they had heard it. His eyes brought back a negative answer as his brain assimilated the knowledge that everyone minus Bobby were engrossed in the pissing contest between the two arch-nemesises, i.e. Scott and Logan.
The blond asked in a soft voice if anyone else wanted a drink. The crowd around the pool table had their minds focused on the battle that their pink ears filed his voice away in the puny file cabinet of their memory. Seeing that his bases were covered in case anyone asked why he left, the blond walked smoothly from one pool table to the other one, way off in the haze, from which the noise had come. When he was close enough to the table to read the worn out date on the side, his taut stomach was nearly neatly skewered by a cue being held dangerously lax in the crook of the arm of an angry looking girl. A fist belonging to the girl, nicely accented with loud colored bracelets, was being shaken beneath the nose of a coarse looking individual. The individual's mouth, surrounded by coarse stubble, was piteously blubbering out that the girl must have cheated. The girl cocked an eyebrow so high that it nearly touched the rim of her cyber goggles which were acting in lieu of a headband for her lustrous blue-black hair. The raven-haired girl's fist stopped shaking and instead took a firm hold on the front of the man's greasy denim jacket. Her petite little mouth was frowning as she said, "Now, if I'm such a stupid little ditz like you mentioned earlier, how would I be able to scrap up the brains to cheat? I won the bet fair and square so pay up, or else."
The individual showed his true colors when hoisted off his heels by a vice grip on his clothes. He slowly took out an equally greasy fake leather wallet and peeled of a couple of twenty's like each one was adhered by the grease to the others in the wad. With her free hand, the raven haired girl pinched the bills with her thumb and forefinger and carefully slid them into her bra, for safekeeping. It was then that she caught a flash of spiky blond hair to her right. The sound of the grease man colliding with the floor after the hand keeping him up was removed didn't come close to overpowering the voice of the bossy female as she said, "Heyya Bobby-O, what brings you to this neck of the joint? Did that dumbass Scott send you after me to check out my doings?" Her hips, which were slanted severely towards the floor and jutting out shifted to the left side. Bobby saw her eyes wander over his firm shoulder and her petite mouth make a nice round cheereo. "Oo-wee," she began, "trouble in paradise, eh? Damn, to take second place to a smelly Canadian oaf a good six or seven years older than her. Oo-wee, you must be a really bad hugger or whatever you do with a gal you can't touch."
The blond let out a low chuckle and replied, "I guess I don't have the magic touch with others like you seem to have with our little friend down there." True enough, the greasy greaser was still in a crumpled up heap at their K-Swiss clad feet. Bobby gave him a small nudge with the tip of his scuffed up shoe. The girl shrugged, "I sure have a way with the guys, you must admit."
Bobby attempted to hold back a laugh, which made him sound like a seal with a woopie-cushion shoved down its throat. If possible, the girl raised her eyebrow even higher and considered her options if the blond exploded and made her into an ice cube. Thankfully for the girl, because her options were fairly bleak, Bobby pulled himself together and asked, "Are they still intent upon the demise of one of their teachers?"
The girl lifted her head up and came back down with an answer, "Looks like Cyclops got his ass kicked by a half-drunk Canadian. Oo-wee, looks like your sweetheart is looking for you and she looks angry. Beware Bobby-O, she may kiss ya." Her head started its journey back to its normal position when it shot up again. Her head recoiled and she said simply, "Oops, my bad, she's latched onto Logan like a leech again." Bobby swiveled his head and sure enough, Logan was leading Marie into the haze further down the room. A sympathetic look fluttered over the girls face before it disappeared to her hard demeanor. Looking towards one of the 5 garishly colored watches on her arm, she stated clearly, "Come on, we're going to get a drink, happy hour is starting in Azerbaijan."
Bobby started walking, but stopped suddenly with one foot dangling in the air. "Erm," the foot went down, "Jubes, you do realize that we are underage?" Jubes pretended like the goggles affected her hearing and took a vise grip upon his elbow. Smirking she said, "Don't worry, besides, you'll thank me later."