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Snow and Fire don't mix!

Ch. 5

Fun & Games

Bobby lay on his bed watching T.V., twiddling his thumbs, legs stretched out to the max.

'Man, it's boring without John. What's that saying he always says? Oh right, 'if you're bored then all you have to do is make some fun'. Ha, John's bored 24/7, but he always finds a way to change that.' With those current thoughts at the forefront, Bobby rolled off the bed in search of some fun.

First, he decided to see what Kitty was up to...

-Knock, Knock-

"Ahhh," Bobby yelled as Kitty opened the door.

"What?"

"What's on your face?" he asked, averting his eyes to avoid looking at her face.

"It's just mud."

"What's it for?"

"To clean my pores. Hey, I think you need this stuff more than I do." Kitty grabbed Bobby's arm and pulled him into her hotel room. "Sit," she demanded.

'What did I get myself into?' Bobby thought as he complied. Kitty applied the mud to Bobby's face starting with his forehead. 'This is NOT fun.'

"I'm all done. Now you just have to let it sit on your face for half an hour."

"Are you serious?" Bobby was on the verge of freaking out.

"Yeah, why?" Kitty questioned.

"I can't go out like this and I've got stuff to do!" he said in a huff.

"Like what?"

"Stuff," Bobby answered, removing the makeup bib from the front of his shirt.

"That's not an answer..."

"Well, it's my answer!" Bobby shot back.

"You've been hanging out with John too much."

"Probably." He shrugged then grinned. "I guess I'll do my stuff with this crap on my face."

John leaned over to kiss Rogue, but before their lips touched, Bobby threw a snowball at the back of John's head.

"Oh yeah! Score one for Iceman!" Bobby screamed in joy raising his hands in the air.

"You are so dead, ice-moron!" John growled and turned around. "What..." he paused mid-growl as his tone completely changed to puzzlement, "the hell is on your face?"

"Kitty said my pores needed to be cleaned...that reminds me; it's time to get this stuff off my face."

"I'll burn it off for you!" John offered as he motioned to get his pants from the table.

"No, you don't." Bobby ran over and held up John's pants and grinned. "You can have them and your lighter back after you calm down."

John pointed a finger at Bobby. "Don't do it," he warned still standing in the hot tub.

"Sorry," Bobby said as he ran past the hot tub John and Rogue were in and out the door.

"Oh, not as sorry as you're going to be!" yelled John as Bobby ran off.

Rogue asked, "Why did he take your pants and not just your lighter?"

John raked a hand over his face as he sighed. "Because like I said...he's a moron!"

"A dead moron," Rogue added.

"Exactly."

'Oh man, I'm so dead' Bobby thought to himself as he fell back on the bed, 'Well, at least John can't get back in…I have his key too.'

Bobby got up and walked over to a mirror.

"Ahhh," Bobby yelled, "Oh right...it's just me." He laughed at himself. 'Glad no one saw that." He wiped off the mud. 'Kitty was right...it did help.'

"Are you okay?" Rogue asked John.

"I'm fine...I'm sorry that Bobby's an idiot."

She half-shrugged. "He can't help it."

"Let's go get my lighter back as well as my pants." John got out of the hot tub followed by Rogue.

"Why so fast?" Rogue said as she grabbed John's ass.

"Hey!" John squeaked at the unexpected pinch.

"What?" She said as she grabbed his ass again.

"Is it pick on Pyro day or something?" John asked, drying himself off.

"Yeah, it just started today..." Rogue smirked as she exited the hot tub. Rogue covered herself with a towel and John put on a black shirt.

Walking back to the hotel room, John was moving his hand, pantomiming, as if he had his lighter.

Rogue was staring at him.

"What?" John looked at his hand. "That's one habit that will never be broken," he told her proudly just before arriving at his room. He pounded on his door. "Bobby let me in!"

"Did you chill out yet?" Bobby asked.

John laughed sarcastically. "Of course not!"

"Well, then...you can't come in," Bobby said as he started to play with John's lighter.

-Click...click...click-

"Dude, stop playing with my lighter!" John yelled, hitting his fist against the door.

"No! And there is nothing you can do about it!" Bobby mocked, flicking the lighter.

-Click...click...click-

"I'll get in…just you wait and see," he warned.

"Waiting," Bobby announced cockily.

John whispered to Rogue, "I've got a solution but I need Kitty's help."

"I'm sure she will help you. All you have to do is ask." Rogue said as she and John went into her room.

Kitty was brushing her hair and painting her nails.

"What's up?" Kitty asked casually and then noticed John. "Umm John...where are your pants?"

"An idiot took them," he replied bluntly. "Will you help me, Kitty? Bobby thinks he's so smart because he's got my key but I've got my own unique key." John winked at her.