"O-oooo-ow," Mikhail sobbed as his friend fanned his still warm butt. Cain had been able to save him from the majority of what his brother was gonna give him, but not from ten rapid hits of metal palm.
Cain snickered, "That looks like it hurts a lot."
"F-k you and your inability to feel pain!" he growled.
"Thats a great way to thank me for saving your butt."
"You apparently didn't save it soon enough!" he complained, "Just keep fanning, it's gonna take me all night to heal from that and I can forget going back home anytime soon," he sulked.
Cain snickered and waved the handheld fan, "Maybe you can fit some of my stuff and it won't look like a sack on you."
"So...he gave them vodka to sleep?" Logan raised a brow as Remy leaned on him.
"I'm going to take a strap to him when he gets back," Piotr was seething.
"For what?"
"What do you mean 'for what'!"
Logan shrugged, "Thats how we use to get kids to go to sleep back in my day. We'd give them a colorless alcohol so that when they woke they wouldn't have much of a hangover."
The Russian just stared, "You don't even remember when exactly 'your day' was."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying your brother was doing something that use to be a common practice, so you shouldn't be too pissed off at him. Asides thats what you get for leaving him here with an unlimited amount of vodka and toddler minded teens."
"Well it doesn't matter, its a no longer practiced thing and he knows better than that. Do you have any idea how much it'd take to make someone pass out from intake?"
"Depends on how much of a ligth weight they are. I'm pretty sure the kids would easily be knocked back after four shots. And thats about a baby bottle full, now isn't it?" Logan looked at him.
"That reminds me," Piotr looked, "Cain left Magneto's child here."
Logan looked over, "Oh grand..."