A/N: Hope you all had a blessed holiday! Thanks for reviewing you guys! Here goes another chapter:
Ororo couldn't recall ever being this drunk before. The streets of New York were twisting and spinning as she navigated her way out of the club. Jean, decked out in a tulle veil, was being absolutely no help. She was shouting to anyone who happened past them that she was getting married next week. Being Manhattan, most people either ignored her completely or responded rudely. A few wished her congratulations before hurrying past. Ororo tried to drown the sound of her voice out as she waved her hand for a taxi. Or at least, she tried to wave her hand. Her arm seemed to weigh about 200 pounds.
"Taxi!" she mumbled into the street, stumbling forward in her stiletto boots. Behind her, Jean was trying to sit down on the filthy sidewalk in her white dress. Rogue, sober and irritated, dove forward and wrenched the red head by the arm.
"Hell, girls. What's gotten into you?" she pushed the redhead back to her feet.
"I would think it was the entire bottle of Tequila," Kioni commented helpfully. The African woman was tipsy, but nowhere on the level of Ro and Jean.
"Don't forget the vodka!" Jean chirped happily from Marie's arms.
"Who could forget that?" Ro swallowed thickly, regretting the last five or so drinks.
"How's that cab coming?" Rogue asked Ororo.
"Badly; they're not stopping. You'd think that someone would stop for four women in short dresses even if we do have coats over them." Ororo mused.
"Probably don't want you guys hurling in the back of their car," Rogue groused.
"Let's go to plan B." Jean suggested.
"Which is what, exactly?" Kioni asked, pulling Ro backwards before she tumbled headlong into the street.
"Call someone for a ride." Jean smiled, twirling around. "Call Scott!"
"Great idea, but he's at his bachelor party." Rogue reminded, rolling her eyes.
"Shit," Jean said.
"No shit." Rogue replied.
"I will call Wade. He and his friend went to a concert in the park." Kioni supplied the solution.
"Is his friend hot?" Jean asked.
"You're getting married," Ro reminded as her head spun.
"Oh yeah." Jean seemed disappointed for the briefest of seconds. "But I'm getting married to Scott!" she resumed announcing her impending nuptials to passersby.
"Please don't be like this at your party," Rogue requested, giving up on trying to control Jean.
"I think I've drunk enough to last me a lifetime, so no worries." Ororo fished a water bottle from her bag and began taking small sips to settle her stomach.
"He will be here soon," Kioni dropped her phone back into her coat pocket. "He requests that no one vomit in his car."
"My friend's getting married too!" Jean's shouts reclaimed the group's attention. "To a hairy mechanic! He's hot though, so don't worry," she told a man who looked like he would happily hit her if it made her go away.
"Jean," Ro warned, pulling her away. "They don't care."
"Sure they do," Jean began spinning again, wiggling precariously on her Louboutins. "Everyone cares about true love."
Kioni began laughing. "Wow," she said simply.
Rogue laughed as well. "You'll have to excuse her, it's her bachelorette party" she told the man.
He harrumphed. "Lay off the booze, Red." He said, speeding away.
Jean sniffed after him. "Barbarian." But she sobered a bit.
A black BMW swung to the curb ten minutes later. It was a welcome sight. The frigid February air was biting through Ororo's jacket.
"Wade drives a Beemer?" Rogue asked in shock. "If he's got money for that, why does he live in the same crappy apartment building you do?"
"Hey!" Ro and Kioni protested at the same time.
"I've got too much stuff to move out of it now," Wade answered happily as he stepped out of the car. "Looks like some of you ladies had more fun than others," he observed, glancing at Jean.
"One of you ladies can have the front seat," offered a deep voice Ororo didn't know. A man stepped out of the passenger seat. He was the biggest person Ro had ever seen, nearly 7 feet tall and muscular with imposing blue eyes and brown hair cut severely short.
"Nathan this is Ororo, Jean and Marie, better known as Roro, Red and Rogue. Ladies, Nathan, better known as Cable." Wade gestured as he made introductions. Nathan nodded at them.
"Whatever," Jean, still drunk, slurred. "Dibs the front seat!" she dove into the warmth headlong, flashing everyone her white lace thong. Nathan raised an eyebrow and Wade laughed.
The other three women piled into two seats in the back of the car. Actually, it was more one and a half seats; though Nathan was doing his best to confine himself to a small space, his girth was pouring over. Ro didn't care though; any body heat was welcome at this point.
"You named your bird after him?" Ororo asked once they were on the road. She saw little resemblance between the tiny Toucan and the man beside Kioni.
"Asshole," Cable muttered. Wade just grinned in the rear-view mirror.
"Just a joke between work buds," he explained.
"What do ya'll do?" Rogue yawned.
"We do government work." Nathan said.
"What kind of government work?" Ro asked.
"The kind we can't talk about." He answered.
A silence spread through the car. Ro noticed Kioni didn't share the same look of shock that the rest of the women wore. Wade, ever the motor mouth, broke the silence.
"Who am I dropping off first?" he asked as snow began to fall onto the windshield.
By the time they arrived at Jean's apartment, the snow had begun to fall in sheets. Visibility was so pour that Wade was driving with his head out of the window just so he could see the entrance to the parking garage.
"This is insane," Ro said. Frost was starting creep up the windows. "Wade, you can't drive in this."
"Sure I can," Wade said cheerfully. "We might crash and get stuck in a snowdrift and be forced to cuddle naked for warmth, but with four hot women in the car, that's a risk I'd happily take."
"Not me," Nathan grumbled. "I don't want to see you naked, Wilson."
"Afraid you'll be jealous?" Wade teased.
"Oh for God's sake," Jean looked moments from passing out, "just spend the night up here." As Wade eased his car into a space, she swung the door open and hurled.
"Nice aim," Wade reached over to pat her back.
In the end, Nathan had to swing Jean over his shoulder fireman style to get her up the stairs while Wade helped the tired trio of increasingly sober women. All four of them lost their shoes the moment they crossed the threshold into the heated apartment. Remy was on them before the door was even shut, chastising Rogue in a mixture of French and English.
"You need rest, petite. This Cajun was worried about you." He dragged her off to the guest room, offering only a prefatory greeting to the rest of the troop.
"You all right Ro?" Logan's gruff voice soothed her aching head.
"Better than Jean," she said. Nathan was dropping the redhead into her fiancé's arms. "When did you get back?"
"'Bout an hour ago. Scooter said he wanted to shower the smell of stripper's perfume off before Jeannie got back." Logan laughed. "Not that she's gonna notice now."
A tired looking Scott was carting his girlfriend off to bed. "Just grab some blankets out of the hall closet. You guys are going to have to camp out in here. Remy already claimed the spare."
"I guess it is only fair that the pregnant couple get the bed." Kioni agreed on a yawn.
"Who's that?" Scott pointed to Cable.
"Nathan," he answered gruffly. "Friend of Wade's."
"Are you crazy?" Scott asked.
"I've got nothing on Wilson,"
"All right then. Grab a spot on the floor." Scott moved off to his bedroom.
"Everyone here has got a girl but me," Nathan grumbled jokingly ten minutes later.
Scott and Jean's living room had been turned into a fort of blankets and pillows. Ro and Kioni, faces washed and in Jean's borrowed pajamas, were curled into their respective boyfriends.
"I'd offer to share, but—" Wade joked. Kioni reached up and smacked him lightly on the cheek. "Besides, you could have had that blondie at the concert tonight."
"Would have been awkward, bringing her back here." Nathan said.
"No more awkward then that port-a-potty." Wade fired back. He was rewarded with a pillow to the face.
"Joke all you want, Wilson. You've gotta sleep some time." With a devious smile, Nathan drew the covers over his head.
"I think I like that guy," Logan whispered in Ro's ear while Kioni laughed at her boyfriend.
Giggling, Ororo snuggled closer to him, drifting into a quiet sleep as snow fell outside.
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