"Motherfucking cock sucker!"
"You're such a juvenile insult, you damn moron!"
"Bite my fat dick you faggot schlongaholic!"
"Asshole, your daughter is right on the couch-"
"Don't you even fucking dare suck her into this you Goddamn bastard!"
Shortie winced as she heard her father yell at Scott in a "controlled rage", or so he had explained to her before. As she recollected, the two men were in an intense argument that started with Scott's accusation that Logan was eying Jean like a starving wolf does a hunk of meat. The battle hadn't escalated to a physical one yet, but the words were stabbing at Shortie's patience. Certainly, she enjoyed a light vulgarity once in a blue moon, but they had hardly ever been "curse words". The temperature outside was freezing, but this battle was quickly heating up.
"You see those eyes? MY eyes. You see that hair? MY hair. You see those tits? MY tits!" Scott jabbed.
"You keep acting like a pussy bitch, and watch her leave for a real man."
Logan wasn't in pursuit of Jean, and hadn't been in a long time, but he still considered her to be one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. It wasn't like he had only looked at her; Ororo had caught his eye, especially in the summer months when she donned the dark bikini; not to mention his numerous partners throughout his life time. He considered it a look-but-no-touch ordeal. Besides, she was wearing a V-Neck as she bent down to pull out the last turkey from the oven. A sexy red head cooking mouthwatering foul. Who the fuck wouldn't look?
Scott wanted to do nothing more than to blast the bastard, the only restraint on him being he didn't want to traumatize Shortie as she sat on the couch, watching them intently. She was mildly entertained with a splash of disgust. The fight that had been erupting for a few minutes was broken up by the annoyed subject, telling the two immature boys to get to the damn table and prepare for dinner. Logan took Shortie into his arms and walked into their designated dining area.
Thanksgiving at the X Mansion was a fiasco every single year, yet the gluttonous holiday prevailed annually. To accommodate the massive crowd of students, they held the feast in the cafeteria. Teachers were evenly distributed amongst the students as a means to keep them under control should they act up. Xavier held the honor of sitting at the head of the gargantuan table, at least one of the two. They took up the whole room when combined with the buffet-style food tables. All were told to be dressed nicely, and if possible, in autumn colors. Logan begrudgingly wore dark tan pants and a black button down. Shortie was dressed in a little black dress with buckled shoes. Earlier, Ororo had spent the better part of an hour curling the child's hair. With her eyes that seemingly alternated from blue to green and vice versa, she was absolutely radiant. The dark skinned woman couldn't help but kiss the fuck out of her face, which Shortie didn't mind at all.
Rather than having her own seat, Shortie sat on Logan's lap and decided to pick at his plate, not having a huge appetite, contrasting her father's, who would likely make multiple trips. All of the attendee's were situated as Xavier wheeled to his position at the head of the one table. The other was ambiguously headed by Ororo. It was tradition that Xavier initiated the list of what they were thankful for all together. Like every year past, he was thankful for the students being able to be banded together in a nurturing and instructive environment. The rule was that until ten genuine thankful interjections were made, nobody was to leave the table and get food. Multiple people hammered their half serious gratitude's; he only found nine in five minutes. He didn't hold it against them, but he couldn't help but let his face fall in disappointment in his student's collective ungrateful nature. None of the non-telepaths could distinguish any statements.
Shortie was introduced to the concept of the holiday that morning. She was bluntly told by Logan that it was not a day of peace and banquet between the Natives and the Pilgrims, rather the beginning of one of the most powerful Goddamn genocides in history. The stories shocked her to the core, but now that seemed to be a recurring element in his history lessons. Still, it had been indoctrinated into a day where gluttony was placed over the concern of the lesser men. One theme of the day that she actually appreciated was the thankfulness that was associated with it. She racked her brain; what was she really thankful for? Soon she found an answer she was content with.
She slowly raised her hand in the sea of sound. Charles noticed, sending a telepathic message to everybody to be silenced. Everybody turned to see her hand drop. She was nervous to be the center of attention, but she knew that she had to proclaim what was in her mind rather than focus on something so damn insignificant.
"I'm..." She shied into Logan's chest. He gently rubbed her back and told her to go on, that he was right behind her. To raise her, he stood and placed her upon his shoulders, truly placing her in the spotlight. She took a deep breath, knowing that expressing it would get her out of that situation sooner.
"Thank you for letting me live here, Grandpa. I love living with Auntie Jean, Uncle Scotty and Auntie Ro. I love my friends Kitty, Rogue and Eddie. I love the food," That incited some laughter, "most of all, I love daddy. He kicks major ass." She mimicked the last part as he recited to her on almost a daily basis. Xavier had never heard a more sincere thank you from such a young child. He decided that it was time to feast.
Most were now on their second and third helpings. Shortie had taken this time to discover she loved the mashed and sweet potatoes the most out of all of the food. Logan egged her to try the turkey but she utterly refused, threatening to throw a temper tantrum, the likes of which would be previously unseen. She found that she had a bigger stomach than she thought, devouring most of the fruits and vegetables from his plate. He really only got them for her, shoveling a bit at a time into her mouth for her, knowing she wasn't the best at pacing herself, as seen when she tried to eat on her own after a bit, nearly chocking on green beans.
"Jesus fucking Christ kid, nobody's gonna steal it from you, slow the fuck down." She frowned deeply, but complied.
The wine had filled the cups of all who were seated, the only time that the school had ever allowed alcohol consumption by minors. Logan only offered her a small sip of his. She liked it, but not enough to try it again any time soon, the fermented fruit being a bit strong for her virgin throat. Unbeknownst to everybody, Logan had furtively filled his water glass with his moonshine he saved for weekends and holidays. It was the only thing, that if consistently consumed, would actually sport a worthy drunk for him. None of the students had ever been around something so strong, so those who neighbored him and Shortie simply shrugged it off as the wine. He had a pitcher full of it. By now he actually learned how to enjoy the taste.
The dessert trays had soon been rolled out for the hungry populace to devour. Logan had both not a sweet tooth nor the motivation to move and compromise his intensifying buzz. Shortie had went and finally filled a plate, granted with multiple sweets, including her namesake, shortcake. She climbed back into his lap and was about to eat, but was pulled back to him in a tight hug.
"Oh how I fucking love you, Shortie!" He proclaimed with his eyes shut. She writhed, desperately wanting her sweets. He eventually let go. She rolled her eyes. It made sense that the only time she didn't want his affection, he gets all cuddly. His rambling had only begun, as nearly three quarters of the students were leaving their banquet, ten pounds heavier than they arrived. The staff had then moved next to one another, all near Logan's station, that was only a few seats down from Xavier. He and Scott were giving each other nasty looks, as usual.
"Hey, cutie pie," Hank had said, "what you said was very sweet."
She began to say that she really meant it, but she was cut off by Logan's proclamation; "Did you hear how fucking much this kid loves us. So Goddamn unbelievable how smart you are, baby. You better not let those brains melt to fucking mush, you hear? I'll beat the living shit out of ya." He roared in laughter while she look mortified, arching her eyebrows and hanging her mouth open, at least for a few moments.
"What did you like most, sweetie?" Jean had asked. "Did you try my turkey? I've been making them all day."
Shortie looked a bit guilty, admitting that she had not due to her bad past experiences with the meat she had tried so far. Since there were (surprisingly) leftovers, she promised to eat some later.
"I tried to get the little bastard to try it, but she's stubborn as a fuckin' mule. You're a Goddamn brat sometimes, you little shit." He gave her a ruffle of the hair. She wore a distinctive scowl.
"Logan, please take a conscious effort to watch your language." Charles warned.
"I always talk like this, what the hell are you riding my ass for? Party a little, you old bastard."
"Shortie does not need to take this examp-"
"How the hell did you not fuckin' hear her say that I kick ass earlier? She doesn't give a shit about what I say." Her scowl deepened.
They all just decided to let it go and let him relish in whatever he was gaining from being the vicinity of obscenity. The adults had been conversing on various topics, downing the wine like it was water. They weren't alcoholics, or anywhere near Logan's standard of seasoned, but it would take a lot of wine each to get them intoxicated. They were slightly astounded that they had lost track of the glasses they had each, and when they felt a satisfying buzz, they slowed down, some even stopped. Jean and Ororo clanked their glasses together for one more, as the classy women they were.
Shortie was bored then. She could tell the adults were tipsy, and from what she heard from the other students as they walked out, drunk people were easier to pry truth and stories out of. She figured that she could use this time to hear a cool story about one of them. She turned to her hero.
"Daddy?"
"What is it, pumpkin?" He said, chuckling and hugging her.
"What was the weirdest thing that happened to you ever?" She curiously asked. He made a "bssh" sound and thought for a moment.
"I guess it would go back to when I lived in that icy wasteland in Canada. I was in the bathroom of a titty bar-"
"Logan!" Ororo snapped, head gesturing to the minor sitting in his lap, "I don't think this story is appropriate."
"What? All that fuckin' happened was I put my dick in-"
"What's a dick, daddy?"
"Something you're never going to fucking see as long as I'm alive." Everybody's face was aghast at his crude behavior. They were disgusted at how inappropriate he was acting in front of his own child, particularly Jean, Ororo, and Charles. Scott's vindictive side was hoping he would get worse as he cockily smirked at each remark.
"Are you drunk, Logan?" Hank asked, a bit on the angrier side, "I thought it took a lot to get you loaded."
"Yeah, if you're stickin' with the fucking pussy liquor."
Shortie quietly stated, "Daddy, I don't think you should be swearing so much."
"Honey, listen here. I'm the adult. I can say whatever the fuck I want, when the fuck I want, to who the fuck I want to. Got it?" She angrily and reluctantly nodded.
"Logan, please take heed to what she says. It's proving to be quite cumbersome and rude."
"So fucking what? Shit! Piss! Fuck! Cock sucker! Motherfucker! Tits! Twat! Asshole! Dick head! Pussy! Cun-"
He received a swift and sharp slap in the face from Shortie before he could finish the last word. She stood in his lap to reach his face. Everybody's face dropped in complete shock. They were worried that he was going to lose his temper, and God forbid, hit her back. He felt his cheek with his hand, rubbing it a bit. It looked quizzically at her, still scowling.
"I'm not sorry, daddy."
He sighed, "You shouldn't be, I should. I'm sorry honey. I guess I should start filtering around ya." He hated restricting his first amendment. As a mutant, rights were seldom granted, so he more than indulged in the naughty language. He didn't want to be like the rest of the parents that went out of their way to shelter their kids from vulgarity. He still wasn't exactly going to, but he was certainly going to make an effort to watch his tongue more often. He had a hard enough time keeping his rage locked away, so this couldn't possibly be that bad.
"Daddy? If you do have to say bad words, please don't say the c word. That's very dirty."
"You're right, sweet heart. You're growing into a classy young lady." He held and kissed the girl in his arms, who was soon being carried down into the recesses of sleep. He excused himself from the table to put her to bed, likely to join her. The whole time he walked up to their room, she would randomly go into bursts of giggles. When he laid her down and she continued, he just had to ask why she was laughing like she was being seized by a tickle monster.
"I'm in the museum!" She said.
"Of?"
"The happy thoughts I've been thinking."
"Am I an exhibit?"
"Maybe."
"Don't be a smart ass."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, sweet heart. I love you." He kissed her on the head and told her goodnight. He laid on his own bed and passed out. Holy fucking jumping shit balls did he want another drink.