Little did Logan know, there was a good reason Marie had been keeping to herself that afternoon. It was something he would soon be finding out. Whether he liked it or not. Probably not.
It was four in the afternoon when Marie found herself sulking on her bed, going over how unfair Logan was in her mind. Lessons had ended that day and it was too early for dinner which meant it was the perfect time for her planning. However, the type of things on her mind needed someone a lot more sneaky then her.
Smirking evilly to herself, the southern girl left her bedroom, heading down to the other bedrooms. Luckily, there was no sign of the hairy assed canuck as she strolled down the halls, acting like she wasnt up to anything in particular.
"Guten tag" the blue elf she had come to think of as a friend, greeted her with the usual sparkle in his eyes.
"Hey Kurt, mind helpin' meh out with somethin'?" she asked, walking over to him.
"Depends" he replied with a flick of his tail. "What do you need?" he asked, somewhat suspicious since Marie never usually asked for anything from him unless it was bad... or fun... or both.
"Those eggs yeh keep in yeh room, Ah need two of 'em" she smirked.
In that second, the elf was gone, leaving behind a gross stink that caused Marie to cover her nose.
"Damn stink" she grumbled, leaning against the wall.
"Excuse me?!" Kurt gave her a mocking dirty look when he returned, holding two fragile eggs.
"Nothing, yeh the best" she grinned, carefully grabbing the rotten eggs before legging it down to the kitchen. Now she had the eggs, she just needed to find a way for Logan not to sense or see them. It may not have been the brightest of moves but Logan sure was asking for it. Who was Marie to deny karma?
When she entered the kitchen, she hurried right over to the chair that he always sat at, trying to come up with a way to hide the two eggs.
"What are you doing?" a voice came from behind her.
She spun around with an extremely guilty expression before sighing in relief, seeing that is was just Kitty being nosy. "Oh. It's just yeh" she said.
"Thats not very nice" the other girl complained, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, just glad yeh aint Logan" she explained, turning back to the chair but couldn't think when Kitty continued to try and figure out what she was doing.
"So... what are you doing?" she finally gave up.
"Ah'm tryin' teh do somethin' so buzz off" she grumbled, staring at the chair.
"You know that's Logan's chair, right?"
"Really? Ah had no idea!" came the sarcastic reply.
"There's no reason to be so rude!"
Marie sighed, knowing she was right. "Sorry, Ah'm just tryin' to concentrate."
"I can help" she grinned.
"Ah dont think so."
"Please! please! please! please!"
"FINE!"
Kitty grinned in triumph as she sat up on the table. "Now, what are you trying to do?" she asked since it was settled.
"Ah'm figurin' out how teh get Logan teh sit on these" she sowed her the rotting eggs, causing Kitty to scrunch her nose.
"No way, he's totally going to smell those" she gagged.
"Gee, thanks for the help" Marie rolled her eyes before setting the eggs down on the chair, trying to cover them up with a dish cloth. "What'cha think?" she asked.
Kitty looked at the chair for a few seconds before shaking her head. "Too obvious."
The two girls thought for nearly ten minutes when Kitty finally opened her mouth.
"What if we're thinking about this the wrong way?" she asked, continuing when Marie gave her a confused look. "Who said the eggs have to be on the chair? why not in the back pocket of his jeans?" she finished with an evil smile.
"One problem. Doing that would be a death wish" Marie grumped, dismissing such a ridiculous thought.
"Or would it?"
"What are yeh thinkin'?"
"Jean."
Marie smirked wickedly when she heard that, thinking they actually had a shot. "Kitty, yeh a fuckin' genius" she stated then ran for the doorway.
"I know!" she chirped, following after.
However, neither expected to run right into Logan himself.
He raised his brow, looking down at the girls. "Where ya goin' in such a rush?" he grunted.
"No where" Kitty blushed, almost giving them away.
Marie elbowed her in the ribs before looking up. "Just sortin' a few things before dinner" she said, being careful not to actually lie in front of a feral.
"What things?" he growled.
"Personal girl things!" Marie said quickly, causing Logan to get so uncomfortable, that he didn't even notice the lie.
The large man made a strange cough/snort noise before avoiding eye contact. "Right. Off yeh go" he grunted.
Stifling their snickers, they ran passed him, going right up the stairs.
"That was close" Marie smirked once they were safe.
"I dont get it, what made him uncomfortable?" Kitty frowned.
Snickering more, she leaned into her clueless friend and whispered in her ear. "When a guy hears 'personal girl stuff', they think..." she continued to whisper into her ear, causing her to blush scarlet.
"Oh! but we... oh goodness" she groaned, hiding her face behind her hands.
Marie snickered all the more, nudging her. "Calm down, it worked didn't it?" she smirked at the dirty look she was getting.
Shaking her head, she followed her up to Jean's room.
"Jean! open up!" Marie called, knocking on the door.
"What?" the redhead did as she was told, wondering what on earth was going on.
"We need your help" Kitty grinned.
"Help?"
"Yeah. We're pullin' a prank on Logan an' yeh gotta get these eggs into his jean pockets" Marie smirked, showing her the offending eggs.
"I dont know..."
"Please? It aint like he doesn't deserve it! he's got it comin'" Marie pouted.
"Oh alright but if anyone asks, I had nothing to do with it" she shook her head, grabbing the eggs before making her way down to dinner. It was Remy's night to cook so there wasn't a doubt that it would be something spicy.
"Logan, can I talk to you for a moment?" she asked once she spotted him in the kitchen.
"Sure, darlin" he grunted, going over to the doorway. "Is everything..." his eyes widened when she was suddenly kissing him and could feel her hands on his ass.
She kissed him until she had the eggs in his back pockets, pulling away the second he tried to kiss back. Smiling innocently, she patted his head then went into the kitchen, leaving him confused.
Marie and Kitty had trouble controlling their laughter when he walked back into the kitchen.
"Logan, can yo' help Remy with 'de bowls?" Gumbo asked as Marie shot him a glare. Logan was so close to sitting down but was now walking over to the cabinets, grabbing the bowls. Damn swamp rat.
"Here" he set the bowls down next to the pot on the stove then walked back to his seat, pulling it out as he sat down.
"Any beer left?" he asked, getting up before his ass touched the seat, heading over to the fridge.
Remy merely shrugged.
He looked in the fridge, grabbing one of his bottles of beer then went back to the table. By this time, the food was being placed at the table.
He stopped when he pulled the chair out. "What's that smell?" he sniffed the air in disgust.
Marie pointed to Kurt without the blue boy looking.
"Damn elf, quit leaving that smell everywhere" he growled as Kurt looked up.
"What did I do?" he complained.
Logan just shook his head, sitting down at his chair, raising his brow when he heard something crack.
"Holy- what is that smell?!" Scott demanded to know, covering his nose for dear life as the most rank, disturbing, eggy stench filled the kitchen.
"Sure it aint you, slim?" Logan asked, trying the food Gumbo made.
"It most certainly is not!"
"Logan, I think it's coming from you" Hank tried his best to be polite but couldn't help a few coughs.
"The hell are ya talkin' about?" he stood up, turning to try and find the smell. The whole table erupted in laughter from the mess on the back of his jeans.
"It is you!" Scott snickered.
He rose his brow, placing his hand on the back of his jeans, feeling the goo. His eyes narrowed and a growl ripped through his throat as he glared over everyone at the table. "Who did this?" he demanded but everyone was too busy laughing to fess up so he sniffed, using his senses to find the culprits. "You two" he snarled, eyes set on both Marie and Kitty.
The two girls looked up, hiding their hands. Damn ferals.
"Ah shit... RUUUN!" Marie and Kitty practically fell over each other as they legged it from the kitchen, an angry Logan close behind them.
