Disclaimer: Still don't own X-men…Wish I did though…. . Damn! I don't own Trace Adkins either…nor Honkytonk Badonkadonk…
A/N: lol…I got a couple of amusing reviews so I forced myself to continue though I started writing it out on paper…Well, ENJOY!
Scooter in Smokey, Country, Karaoke Bars (With Drugs)
Scott just sat there with his mouth agape looking very much like a dying fish, which made the girl laugh then sway a little. No doubt she was drunk. Charles rolled up to her and smiled. The girl smiled back and nodded, obvious to Logan that they had just had a telepathic conversation.
Scooter decided to chime in at that precise moment in time and invade Logan's personal space. He got right up in Logan's face and asked "And Why the HELL are you in a Texas Bar?"
Logan just chuckled. "Well with that zuped up bike of yours, Scooter, I made it to Texas in a DAY." Logan blew in Scott's face just to make sure that he knew that this wasn't the first bar he stopped at. (A/N: OOOH…evil thoughts…. XP) A group of guys got up and headed toward the still nameless girl and a bad aura started pulsing through the bar.
"Hey Babe, why doncha sing us 'notha' song?" slurred the drunken leader. Several drunken followers hooped and hollered at the girl. Someone was already up at the stage getting the mic ready and picking out a song. An idea popped into the girl's head that made Charles snicker slightly.
"Na, I need a break first, but Scooter here will be happy to entertain you until I'm ready!" the girl replied to the drunken motorcycle gang, who seemed to be okay with the idea. Scott however was horrified. He had just been volunteered to sing a song he couldn't possibly know. He was pushed up onstage (mostly by Logan) and was handed the mic. Music started playing and Scott was even more horrified. Honkytonk Badonkadonk lyrics flashed across the screen and Scott had a fleeting thought that Logan was going to pester him about knowing this song in particular. Even Scooter has his secrets. (A/N: grins evilly)
Turn it up some.
All right boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?
So, if we play it good and loud, she might get up and dance again.
Ooh, she put her beer down: here she comes, here she comes.
Left, left, left, right, left: whoo.
Scott slipped immediately into the song and did all the actions he remembered from the music video. (A/N: now I'm not gonna interrupt this song unless it seems completely necessary, imagine the Trace Adkins Vid…)
Husslers shootin' eight-ball,
Throwin' darts at the wall,
Feelin' damn near ten feet tall.
Here she comes, Lord help us all.
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair,
Poor ol' boy, it ain't his fault: it's so hard not to stare.
At that honky tonk badonkadonk,
Keepin' perfect rhythm: make you wanna swing along.
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong,
And ooh ee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma,
There outta be a law; get the Sheriff on the phone.
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on.
That honky tonk badonkadonk.
(Aw sorry.)
Now, honey, you can't blame her,
For what her Mama gave her.
It ain't right to hate her,
For workin' that money-maker.
Band shuts down at two but we're hangin' out till three:
We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave.
With that honky tonk badonkadonk,
Now, keepin' perfect rhythm: make you wanna swing along.
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong,
And ooh ee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma,
There outta be a law; get the Sheriff on the phone.
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on.
With that honky tonk badonkadonk.
(Oh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey.)
We don't care 'bout the drinkin', barely listen to the band.
Our hands, they start a shakin' when she gets the urge to dance.
Drivin' everybody crazy: you think you fell in love.
Boys, you better keep your distance: you can look but you can't touch.
With that honky tonk badonkadonk,
Now, keepin' perfect rhythm: make you wanna swing along.
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong,
And ooh ee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma,
There outta be a law; get the Sheriff on the phone.
Lord, have mercy, how's she even get them britches on.
That honky tonk badonkadonk.
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk.
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do.)
Once Scooter finished he was sure he was blushing from head to toe. Everyone clapped and Logan was laughing his ass off. God, this was NOT going to be lived down. Scott walked up to the bar and ordered the strongest drink the place had.
"You might not want to drink that…" The girl directed towards Scott as he raised the glass to his lips.
"Why the hell not?" Scott grumbled at her as she was the cause of his humiliation and he badly needed a drink. The girl just nodded and let him drink his death.
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!
A/N: What was in the drink? I don't know…read the next chapter…If I put it up…KEEP MOTIVATING ME!! R&R I'd do it for you!