A/N: Okay…I just had a pint of ice cream and I feel extremely hyped up so let's get this show on the road!!!! Beware…language ahead…there is a reason this is rated T or M…
Disclaimer: Still own NADA!!! Don't own JT or his musak!
Scooters in Smokey, Country, Karaoke Bars (With Drugs) PART TWO!!!!
Scott took a deep swig of the hard liquor and choked.
"What the HELL is in thi-whoa I feel weird…" Scott started then trailed off. He looked around himself and stared in amusement at various objects and started giggling at the fact that he saw a neon orange dancing weasel in a trash can. The STILL yet to be named girl laughed at him and knew what he was seeing. (A/N: Cause she coo like dat! Her name will now be Sarah)
"I tried to tell you but I figured that since you fussed at me I would let you find out for yourself." Sarah told the hysterically laughing Scott. "It has very powerful, most likely illegal drugs in it that make you have extremely fucked up visions. Ignore the weasel."
"Why ignore the PWETTY weasel? I's so cute!" Came the drugged reply of Scott still watching the weasel dance. Sarah ignored the Scott and stood up announcing that due to her friend's drugged state, they would have to go home. The biker group groaned and said good-bye. (A/N: Not what a biker group would do…but hey! Why couldn't have Sarah been friends with them…we don't know her past…) Scott was reluctantly dragged away and pushed into the parked jet the was taking up the entire parking lot. Logan grabbed Scott's bike and wheeled it in to the plane.
"Shit. We have no one to fly the freakin' plane. Scott's out the normal level of sanity and I'm slightly drunk." Logan stated when realization of the situation dawned on him.
"Logan, you are immune to alcohol and I can fly the plane if I have to. You be the backup pilot." Charles, being the reasonable one, solved the issue. It was one LONG FUCKING flight back to the mansion in NEW FUCKING YORK with a freakin' druggie on board. Or at least that's how Sarah felt. She was happy with her life in Texas but she just HAD to be uprooted and taken to a freakin' cold ass state in the middle of FUCKING WINTER wearing nothing but loose jeans, biker boots, and a tank top. She was a Texan! AND, not to mention…she had absolutely no cloths to wear…all she had was her duffel full of electronics and underwear. The mansion was huge. I mean freakin' castle size huge. There should be some warmer cloths inside, she hoped. Once they entered the castle they were greeted by warmth and a worried Jean Grey (A/N: is it Jean or Gean or some other spelling? Not a real fan of her…) The still snickering Scott suddenly burst out laughing which made Jean take a second worried glance at him.
"JEANY!!!!! MY LOOVE!!" Scott said before bursting out and singing My Love by Justin Timberlake. It was obvious that something was up with him.
Sarah looked to the by now extremely worried girlfriend and tried to explain about the drugged drink. Jean took Scott to the X floor to check on his systems and Sarah was pulled away by Charles towards his office. (A/N: couldn't think of a name for the place to get 'healed' after a large battle…almost called it 'The Hospital Wing' lol) Much was to be discussed about what kind of Mutant powers Sarah had and where she would be staying. She was given a credit card to buy clothes for the wintery state and a room number in the teacher's wing of the castle…er…mansion. Sarah was finally situated and after a loooong day she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
SORRY this chapter is so short…I didn't add much detail…It's getting late and I have school tomarrow…but hey…2 chapies in 1 night…I'm impressed! R&R PLS!!!