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| Oh, What A Night; Late the night before the Big Event | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 5 2012, 01:47 PM (383 Views) | |
| Shadowcat | May 5 2012, 01:47 PM Post #1 |
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Humming tunelessly to herself, not walking as steadily as she'd have liked to have imagined she was, and with a small, purple dragon wrapped around her neck and giving her a mock-scolding look, Kitty Pryde attempted to quietly sneak through the kitchen door near the back of the mansion. It was a stealthy effort that was somewhat hampered by the humming, and the occasional attempts to shush her dragon, despite the fact that he wasn't the one making noise. "Shhh, Lockheed. Almost there," she told him again in a stage whisper, to yet another unseen rolling of dragon eyes and soft, mildly indignant puff of smoke from his nostrils. Stopping at the back door, Kitty looked around her again and frowned slightly. Somewhere along the way, she realized, she'd lost Illyana. And Rachel. And...most of everybody else. She wasn't really sure when that'd happened. Pondering it briefly, the slender brunette kind of hoped they hadn't gotten lost in Limbo, or the future, on their way back. It was possible there had been waaaay too many jello shots involved for successful navigation in either instance. Or, possibly, she realized as she grabbed for the doorknob, hand going right through it, phasing. Whoops. Giggling just a little to herself, Kitty concentrated and made another grab, this time making successful physical contact. See! She was fine, not too much to drink at all. No matter what Betsy said. Finally managing to get the doorknob turned the right way for the door to actually open, she slipped inside and pulled it closed softly behind her with exaggerated care. There. They were in, safe and sound. Now. Where was the light again? |
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| Cannonball | May 5 2012, 03:00 PM Post #2 |
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Sam worked very hard on walking one foot in front of the other, very slow and deliberately. He was a level of drunk that usually only happened when Berto opened an unlimited tab at the local bar and Shatterstar started challenging people to drinking contests. It always ended with having to get Tabby off of a table and out of there before they were banned. If he tripped though, he'd probably poke large holes in several walls, wake the dead- or passed out- and take on Jean's wrath. He wasn't so drunk that he didn't know what would happen if he ruined the house before the wedding. Talking to her earlier...was it only that day...yeah, yeah he hadn't been here that long. "Just need a sammich," he muttered to himself. Sam stopped himself from stumbling and blasting off through a wall. He really didn't need to get killed tonight. He was pretty sure, though, if anyone remembered anything about the party and let it slip to Jean...well, Logan might not live another twenty four hours. Sam looked around. He thought he hadn't been the only one heading to the kitchen, but he had no idea where anyone else had gone. Sam opened the door and eased inside. He reached his hand out for the switch on the wall and found himself running into a small body in front him. Sam stumbled and put his hands on the shoulders of the body he hit and tried to steady them both. He could have sworn he felt something else on the person's shoulders too. "Woah," he whispered, "Sorry." Sam was just thankful he hadn't sent them both to the ground or through the roof. |
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| Shadowcat | May 5 2012, 03:52 PM Post #3 |
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Right. Light switch. It was here somewhere. She was a genius, she could do this. A little groping along the wall, or what she hoped was the wall, anyway, quickly proved that the light switch might be a bit too wily for her at the moment. And then it attacked her. Or, well, no Kitty realized a second later, after a surprised "whoa," some swaying around, and a supreme effort to maintain her balance. Not the light switch. Person. Person, with arms, hands (one of which Lockheed was gently but determinedly trying to nose off his back, while grumbling in mild annoyance), chest. Face. Hmm...who did she know that fit that description? "Woah," echoed the as yet unidentified voice, "Sorry." Despite the hand on her shoulder, and the one almost on her shoulder, but actually on Lockheed, Kitty still teetered a little, but didn't fall over. Or take the owner of the hands in question with her. Brow furrowed, she tried to peer at the face in front of hers in the dark, but since it was dark she may have been just peering at his shoulder. Or collarbone. Ok. Male. Accent, that wasn't British or Brazilian or one of the other assorted foreign ones. She knew this one... With more mental effort than it should've likely taken - and far more than it would've taken to just ask, but that didn't quite occur to her - it finally clicked. Sam! "Sam!" she echoed in pleased surprise, patting his arm affectionately. "Where'd you come from?" Or maybe he was here the whole time, since it was still dark. "Have you seen the light switch?" she asked hopefully, brow furrowed again. "I think it moved while I was gone." And see, she didn't sound like she'd had...way too many jello shots at all. |
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| Cannonball | May 6 2012, 06:14 AM Post #4 |
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When they were finally steady, Sam had enough sense to note the differential in how high his hands were on the shoulders. There was also something nosing at him, with hot breaths hitting the interior of his higher palm. He was wracking his brain about who the little critter could be. Sam's brow furrowed in confusion as a pair of slight hands made their way over his body, including his face. "Sam!" she echoed in pleased surprise, patting his arm affectionately. "Where'd you come from?" Or maybe he was here the hold time, since it was still dark. "Have you seen the light switch?" she asked hopefully, brow furrowed again. "I think it moved while I was gone." "Kitty!" Sam greeted, just as pleased to have run into someone he knew well enough to know he wouldn't end up getting beaten around a bit. "Oh, sorry Lockheed," Sam said, taking his hand off of the dragon. "The hall," he answered, not understanding the question. Where else would he have come from. "And it should be around here somewhere," he mumbled and he was pretty sure his words weren't slurring together. Sam placed his hands on the wall and felt around wildly with both palms until they came into contact with the switch. "Let there be light!" Sam crowed, flicking on the switch. The room was quickly illuminated, causing him to squint a little as he turned around to face Kitty. "Light, m'lady." |
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| Shadowcat | May 6 2012, 07:40 AM Post #5 |
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They hadn't fallen over! Kitty considered this to be in the column of Very Good Things, especially since she wasn't entirely sure they wouldn't have gone directly through the floor and ended up somewhere in the lower sub-basements if they had. She was starting to suspect she may have had a little bit too much to drink. "Kitty!" [Yep, definitely Sam] greeted, just as pleased to have run into someone he knew well enough to know he wouldn't end up getting beaten around a bit. "Oh, sorry Lockheed," he added as he apparently removed his other hand from on top of her dragon. Whoops! At least Lockheed was taking it well, with just a little minor grumbling and ruffling of his wings to straighten them out. Probably because he liked Sam. Pete, he would've just set on fire. She liked Sam, too. He was nice. Which is why she was sure, where ever he'd materialized from, he'd help her find the elusive light switch. It seemed to have moved since the last time she saw it. "The hall," he answered and Kitty frowned in confusion. They put the kitchen light out in the hall? That was pretty inconvenient... "And it should be around here somewhere," he mumbled though hadn't he just said it was in the hall... The brunette's confusion deepened, and she teetered a little again when Sam moved off and started...possibly beating up the wall, from the sound of things. Maybe she was wrong, but she didn't think that would help and she was opening her mouth to point out that he'd just said the light switch was out in the hall, but then was momentarily blinded as light suddenly flooded the kitchen. "Let there be light!" Sam crowed, flicking on the switch. The room was quickly illuminated, causing him to squint a little as he turned around to face Kitty. "Light, m'lady." Blinking furiously as she tried to adjust her already somewhat blurry vision to the new circumstances, Kitty grinned over at him as Lockheed made a little snorting noise and lifted off her shoulder to perch on the counter. "Thanks! Much better," she told him, grinning happily in his general direction. So it wasn't out in the hall, after all. Or it was moving around on them. Shaking that slightly disturbing thought out of her head, Kitty peered over at the friend she hadn't seen in quite a while and hadn't really had a chance to talk to yet, with everything else going on. "You got taller," Kitty pointed out with a smile, just in case he may not have noticed that. And he wasn't the gangly kid she remembered anymore, either, the brunette realized almost with a start, though her foggy brain supplied her with the sudden realization that he was actually a few years older than she was. Huh. How about that. "Emma threw Jean a bachelorette party," she continued, pretty much out of nowhere as a new train of thought took over. It came out almost in a stage whisper, like a secret, as her hand groped for chair. Then she frowned, both in thought and disapproval, adding, "But I'm pretty sure she's still evil." Sitting. Sitting would be really good right now. The room was doing some weird tilt-y thing that her body really didn't like. |
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| Cannonball | May 6 2012, 09:52 AM Post #6 |
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"You got taller," Kitty pointed out with a smile. He kept smiling at her, trying to figure out what exactly it was he had been doing before he ran her down. He'd been doing something. Something...sandwich! "Emma threw Jean a bachelorette party," she continued, pretty much out of nowhere as a new train of thought took over. It came out almost in a stage whisper, like a secret, as her hand groped for chair. Then she frowned, both in thought and disapproval, adding, "But I'm pretty sure she's still evil." Sam nodded. Seemed about right considering his evening. "Logan threw one for Scott. Y'dont think...I don't...s'little odd right?" Sam finished, not sure it made sense. It had made sense in his head. "Just thinkin' as Emma and Logan aren't biggest fans of Jean and Scott respectively," He clarified for her. Hopefully that made more sense. It was weird, Sam decided, heading a little sideways towards the island in the middle of the kitchen. And it was totally Logan's fault he was drunk, that they were all drunk. Darn man and his healing powers. Saved him all kinds of trouble while the rest would have to suffer. The last line about Emma Frost clicked in and Sam "'Sides, don't let my sister hear you say that 'bout Ms. Frost, or you'll be hearin' about the wonders of Ms. Frost for-ev-er." As he had been since Paige had joined Generation X. She liked to talk a great deal about what Ms. Frost thought or said or did and how wonderful it all was. It gave Sam the heebie-jeebies, even if Ms. Frost had helped them out a time or two. She was still shifty. Finally, after what seemed like a very long walk, Sam found himself in front of the fridge. He took the handle and then turned to Kitty, who looked a little unsteady. "I'm gonna make a sammich, want one?" He grinned at her as he pulled the fridge door open, stumbling a bit. This one was a lot easier to open than the one in Murderworld. Still, should be fixings for a sandwich and he hadn't seen Kitty in forever. Not much at all since she'd moved across the pond, so to speak. |
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| Shadowcat | May 6 2012, 11:01 AM Post #7 |
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As any sane person would, Sam agreed with her assessment that Emma was, obviously, still evil. Jean's bachelorette party was probably just somehow part of some deeper, evil scheme. Possibly one involving killing them all with jello shots and then taking over the world. With white leather underwear. "Logan threw one for Scott. Y'dont think...I don't...s'little odd right?" Sam finished, not sure it made sense. It had made sense in his head. "Just thinkin' as Emma and Logan aren't biggest fans of Jean and Scott respectively," He clarified for her. Kitty started out nodding, then transitioned into shaking her head (which didn't help the tilt-y room problem at all), frowning and trying to remember what in that she agreed or disagreed with in that. It took a second, but it finally came to her. "Wellll, we kind of maybe...um...browbeat Logan into the bachelor party. Just a little." Looking over at Sam, she nodded again for emphasis. Yes. There'd been browbeating. And guilting. She specifically remembered guilting from Rachel. And possibly threats involving hyping Jubes up on a lot of sugar and caffeine and leaving her with him for the night. She was pretty sure it was that last bit that finally did it. "Good will gesture, y'know?" the still a little dizzy brunette added with a shrug and just the hint of a sheepish smile. Still groping for the chair as Sam made his not at all steady way (and god, was she glad it wasn't just her) over to the fridge, she finally found one and pulled it out. Plus, she knew there'd be enough other X-Men there to keep anybody from dying. Probably. But Sam hadn't said anything about tragic bachelor party related deaths or dismemberings, so she guessed it was all ok. "'Sides, don't let my sister hear you say that 'bout Ms. Frost, or you'll be hearin' about the wonders of Ms. Frost for-ev-er." Uggh. Seriously? Emma was recruiting minions. Was she the only one seeing this? "No thanks, I think I'll pass." The idea had her wrinkling her nose, trying to contemplate how that could ever happen. Kitty plopped down into the chair she'd managed to pull out. "Are you sure she's not brainwashing them or something?" There really wasn't any other explanation she could come up with, because she just was not buying the 'Emma goes straight' thing. Nope. Not in this lifetime. "I'm gonna make a sammich, want one?" Sam asked as he finally made the hazardous journey to the fridge. Kitty smiled back, nodding. She knew she liked Sam. "I'd love one, if you're sure you don't mind?" Something to soak up all that jello. And whatever it was that was in all that Jello. Yes. That would be of the good. "And coffee," she added, with sudden inspiration. "I'll do coffee. I think I need coffee at this point." She could even make it to the coffee pot, Kitty decided as she got up unsteadily and kind of weaved her way to the counter. God, please let someone have already filled it up for in the morning. She wasn't at all sure she could remember where they kept the coffee, or what it looked like for that matter. |
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| Cannonball | May 6 2012, 12:46 PM Post #8 |
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"Wellll, we kind of maybe...um...browbeat Logan into the bachelor party. Just a little." Looking over at Sam, she nodded again for emphasis. "Good will gesture, y'know?" That...that would make a lot more sense than Logan just hosting Scott an unwanted bachelor party out of the kindness of his heart. Him being coerced into it but a bunch of girls, particularly Kitty and Jubliee, made lots of sense to Sam. Sam also nodded along to Kitty's assertion that Emma might be brainwashing Gen X. He wasn't entirely sure she wasn't. Although, Paige had always been a little crafty and would likely enjoy some of Emma's tactics. His sister wasn't always on the side of excellent moral scruples. "Coffee would be ex-excellent," Sam stammered through as he found items in the fridge. "There were strippers, I think, at one point. Maybe. Scott didn't like it but he just kept on drinking." Sam scrunched up his face as he put deli meat on the sandwiches. "There was also a lot o' singing. A lot o' singing. I think even Warren Worthington sang." It was a weird, weird night. A very weird night. Still there were sandwiches and there was going to be coffee. |
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| Shadowcat | May 6 2012, 01:31 PM Post #9 |
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Logan, Kitty realized, was probably going to make them pay for that bachelor party at some point. But it'd been for his own good. Really. Plus, she could probably think of some way to blame it all on Emma. Otherwise he would've just sat around and sulked. And refused to admit he was sulking. Or taken off somewhere over the whole Jean thing. And, no, she did not understand the Jean thing. She did not want to understand the Jean thing. In fact, she didn't even want to really admit the existence of the Jean thing. In the World of Kitty, Jean went with Scott, Logan went with Mariko, and any random mixing of the two just led to chaos. Right. Moving on from that. Her brain wasn't sufficiently non-fuzzy to deal with it anyway. Sam was making sandwiches and the brunette was pretty sure they could both benefit from some coffee at this point. Making her way out of the chair and to the counter to the coffee pot wasn't as effortless as it should've been, but she got there without the room tilting too much. Also without falling over. This, she considered a victory. "Coffee would be ex-excellent," Sam stammered as she pulled out the filter on the coffee maker and noted with relief that there were already fresh grounds in there, and water in the inlet. "There were strippers, I think, at one point. Sam added and Kitty frowned in confusion, giving the small appliance a wary look. In the coffeemaker? That couldn't be right... Maybe. Scott didn't like it but he just kept on drinking." Oh! Bachelor party. Right. God, she definitely needed that coffee. With great care, she punched the appropriate buttons, hopefully, and was relieved when the coffeemaker started making the appropriate brewing noises. "No, I'm guessing not," she agreed with a wrinkle of her nose as she turned back to look at Sam. "Strippers don't sound like Scott's idea of a good time." Or Sams for that matter, but maybe she was wrong there. It had been a while since she'd seen him. "Actually, that sounds like a good way to give Scott a stroke." Hmm...maybe Logan as party host hadn't been that great an idea after all. "There was also a lot o' singing. A lot o' singing. I think even Warren Worthington sang." Sam made a face and Kitty joined him. That couldn't have been pretty. "Please tell me Pete wasn't singing?" Because she wasn't sure anyone would be able to recover from that before the wedding. "Or Brian?" Equally bad, and possibly enough to get them kicked out of the country immediately for some kind of violation of international anti-torture treaties or something. Leaning back against the counter, since she was tending to sway precariously otherwise, Kitty shot him a sympathetic look, then made another face. "If it makes you feel any better, I had to watch Ororo and Betsy do mutual body shots. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to see Rory for therapy when we get back to Muir." |
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| Cannonball | May 7 2012, 04:12 PM Post #10 |
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Sam caught his tongue between his teeth while he carefully loaded up two sandwiches. His mind vaguely though about asking Kitty if she wanted anything other than the X-Force drunken night special, but he couldn't hold on to it. She was busy talking about Scott and Strokes. "Please tell me Pete wasn't singing?" Because she wasn't sure anyone would be able to recover from that before the wedding. "Or Brian?" Equally bad, and possibly enough to get them kicked out of the country immediately for some kind of violation of international anti-torture treaties or something. Pete and Brian? Pete...and...Brian. Brian and Pete? Sam wracked his brain as he continued working. He tried to remember who they were. He knew them, didn't he? The names sounded familiar. Leaning back against the counter, since she was tending to sway precariously otherwise, Kitty shot him a sympathetic look, then made another face. "If it makes you feel any better, I had to watch Ororo and Betsy do mutual body shots. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to see Rory for therapy when we get back to Muir." Ah! The Brits! Excalibur. If Sam hadn't been living with Tabby for years he probably wouldn't have known what body shots were. As it was, he couldn't help but think that Ororo and Betsy doing body shots off each other wasn't a bad idea. He couldn't help the blush that crept up his face though. "It still sounds like you got the better deal," Sam muttered, carefully laying the tops on the sandwiches. "Here, Suicide Special, an X-Force original." "And, uh yeah, they sang," Sam knit his brow, "together, actually. God Save the Queen and Fat Bottom Girls." Sam shook his head and wished he could get the sound out of his head. "Scott seemed to prevent the stroke with copious amounts of whiskey. As did we all." He almost wanted more whiskey. Well no, he didn't, it would only make life more tilty. He was about to take a bit of his sandwich when he hit a horrifying thought. "My sister wasn't doin' any body-shots or nothin' was she? Actually, no, don't answer that. I don't need to know." Sam took a bite of the sandwich, really wishing it was whiskey. |
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| Shadowcat | May 7 2012, 05:20 PM Post #11 |
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Coffee. There was almost coffee. Things would be better and less spin-y when there was coffee. She may not need as much therapy when she got back if she could get some into her now. Rory was bound to have his hands full with appointments after tonight and Jean's bachelorette party. "It still sounds like you got the better deal," Sam muttered, carefully laying the tops on the sandwiches. "Here, Suicide Special, an X-Force original." With a smile, Kitty took the sandwich, chuckling to herself. He would think that, wouldn't he? Sam was a very nice guy, but he was still a guy. Though the blush creeping over his face was cute and very much still the Sam she remembered. And she hadn't even told him about what Jean and Lorna had been up to (which she was, at the first available opportunity, going to get Rachel to scrub from her brain), or the table dancing. Or...well, there'd been a loooooot of drunken kind-of-wrongness going on. "Thanks. And don't be too sure," she replied, setting her sandwich on the counter, only wobbling a little this time, before trying to remember where the coffee mugs were. "Ororo and Betsy are just the tip of the bachelorette trauma iceberg." Which was further proof, as far as the slender girl was concerned, that Emma was evil. Obviously, she'd arranged this whole thing so that everyone would...well, possibly drink enough beer, wine, jello shots and assorted forms of alcohol to make them lose their minds. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility and it seemed to have worked. Aha! There they were! Mugs located and gotten down from the cupboard with minimal wobbling, no falling over,and without sending them all crashing to the floor, Kitty poured the coffee and very, very carefully handing one over to her partner in drinking induced unsteadiness. Food, coffee - she might even be able to deal with the idea of Pete and Brian singing, if they had. Though from the look on Sam's face, she was guessing not. If they had, she doubted there was enough whiskey in the world to make him forget it. "And, uh yeah, they sang," Sam knit his brow, "together, actually. God Save the Queen and Fat Bottom Girls." Sam shook his head and wished he could get the sound out of his head. "Scott seemed to prevent the stroke with copious amounts of whiskey. As did we all." Oh. Dear. God. With a groan, Kitty closed her eyes against the bad, bad, wrong mental images that suddenly assaulted her brain. So. Much. Wrong. "I'm really, really sorry I asked." And now she needed to find Rachel, or another handy telepath that wasn't evil, because she was definitely in need of some mindwiping. "My sister wasn't doin' any body-shots or nothin' was she? Actually, no, don't answer that. I don't need to know." Kitty was proud of herself for not outright choking on the sip of coffee she'd just taken while she contemplated the possible need for extensive mindwiping. He would have to ask, wouldn't he? "Erm...uh...no," she managed to get out, not meeting his eyes and becoming very, very interested in her sandwich. Because she really didn't want to be the cause of Paige's death. "She wasn't doing any bodyshots that I saw." Kitty emphasized that with a shake of her head and a bite of her food. Yes. Sandwich. Concentrate on that. And hope he didn't ask about the table dancing. Or, well, there was the whole attempted strip-tease thing. |
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| Cannonball | May 8 2012, 03:41 PM Post #12 |
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Sam considered her very shaky denial. He shook his head as he chewed and finally swallowed. "Let's make a pact about not askin' any questions that could further break our brains. 'Cause, I don't know about you but mine is pretty rough already." He did not need to know things. He could live the rest of his life not knowing. He needed to get his brain away from the bad, bad place it had traveled. He also needed the room to stay still and not get all tilty on him. "Karaoke and whiskey is a bad, bad idea. I think even Scott sang. But that may have been to get away from the strippers." Sam had only been to see strippers once before and it was all Bobby's fault. Him and his drinking and his love of awful, stupid things. He hadn't really liked it then and he didn't really liked it now. He would have much rather watched people he knew taking body shots. "One of them looked like she could have been Shi'ar," he said before shuddering. |
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| Shadowcat | May 8 2012, 05:32 PM Post #13 |
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Yeaaaaah. That wasn't really the sort of news she wanted to give Sam about his sister. Ever. Kitty was sure it was considered very bad manners to drop in for a visit and incite a family riot. And she was doing such a good job of looking like Paige hadn't been up to anything at all. Obviously. Maybe if she stared at her sandwich a little more earnestly, he'd actually buy that. It could work, right? "Let's make a pact about not askin' any questions that could further break our brains. 'Cause, I don't know about you but mine is pretty rough already." Sam suggested, saving the brunette from staring at her food for the rest of the evening. Yes. She could get on board with this plan. Noooo problem. Nodding solemnly, she finally looked up at the blonde man across from her. "I like this plan. It's a really good plan." She nodded again for emphasis. No wonder Sam was a team leader. He was good at coming up with plans. Plans not to break her already, she was sure, rather cracked brain. Brian and Pete and Fat Bottom Girls had made a crack in her brain. She could feel it. "Karaoke and whiskey is a bad, bad idea. I think even Scott sang. But that may have been to get away from the strippers." Taking a bite of sandwich, Kitty wrinkled her nose. Then paused, brows drawing together. "Why were the strippers making everybody sing?" She couldn't figure that one out, and the leap of logic there wasn't quite right she was pretty sure. Sadly, Kitty was having trouble deciphering exactly why. But at least the sandwich was good! "One of them looked like she could have been Shi'ar," he said before shuddering and Kitty found herself mirroring that gesture. Shi'ar strippers? Ewww. "There are alien strippers?" Torn between curiosity and more 'ewwww' (because, yeah, feathers in odd places and she did not want to think about that ever, ever), Kitty just kind of blinked at him. Huh. Who knew? Reaching over a little unsteadily, the brunette gave Sam's arm a pat and shot him a reassuring smile. "It's ok. Next time you can come have jello shots with us, and we'll save you from the strippers." After a moment's thought she added, "Maybe not from the body shots, but definitely from the strippers. But Rachel's really good at body shots." See, that'd be a lot more fun than feathery, alien strippers who made Pete and Brian sing Queen's Greatest Hits. |
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| Cannonball | May 8 2012, 06:03 PM Post #14 |
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"Why were the strippers making everybody sing?" "No. No. No," Sam insisted emphatically, "The strippers weren't making people sing. People were singing to scare the strippers." Right? that was right. Sure. The singing had been enough to scare most people. Logan had looked pretty disgusted anyways. He was not attending another bachelor party hosted by Logan ever. No sirree. Well, or unless he forgot all about this in which case he might. Sam took another bite of the sandwich and swallowed. "There are alien strippers?" Torn between curiosity and more 'ewwww' (because, yeah, feathers in odd places and she did not want to think about that ever, ever), Kitty just kind of blinked at him. Huh. Who knew? Sam shrugged at Kitty's blink. He was pretty sure that she had been Shi'ar. She had been scary enough. All weird hair and bondage clothes and there were feathers...weren't there? Or had she just been on top of Warren? It was hard to be sure. Sam looked down at the hand that was erratically tapping his arm in an attempt at comfort. "It's ok. Next time you can come have jello shots with us, and we'll save you from the strippers." After a moment's thought she added, "Maybe not from the body shots, but definitely from the strippers. But Rachel's really good at body shots." "There ain't gonna be a next...well, there could be." While Sam thought it would be far more pleasing to be watching girls who did not look like aliens doing body shots, he worried about being the only guy at a bachelorette party. He'd probably get awkward and stupid and make an ass out of himself like he was 18 and staring at foreign princess all over again. "I think we should make a new pact to not let Emma or Logan throw parties for people they don't like ever, ever again." Sam thought about it and nodded again decisively. "Ever, ever again." They'd all be safer. There would be no plots from alien strippers or from evil telepaths with their clearly evil jello shots. "I thought going out with X-Force had been scary." |
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| Shadowcat | May 8 2012, 06:56 PM Post #15 |
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Now she was all confused again. Kitty found herself practically awash in stripper confusion, which was a completely novel state of being for her. "No. No. No," Sam insisted emphatically, "The strippers weren't making people sing. People were singing to scare the strippers." Ok. That...kind of made sense. Maybe. With a considering expression, the brunette gave it some serious consideration. Pete and Brian singing was scary. Pete and Brian singing Queen was also scary. Scott, Logan, Warren, and whoever else might have been singing was probably scary, too. (If Logan had been singing, which she wasn't sure he was, because she'd lost track of who was singing and who was being attacked by strippers.) So, ok. That could work. Only it sounded like it hadn't so much. Because they were alien strippers, apparently immune to the effects of bad, drunken mutant Karoke. It would be a good power to have, she decided, taking another bite of her sandwich and pondering that, too, making a hazy mental note to discuss it with Moira later. Moira would totally know about the effects of bad singing on alien strippers with super-powers. And feathers. Ewww. But it was ok, because they'd save Sam from the evil strippers and Brian's singing. They'd save him with body shots. "There ain't gonna be a next...well, there could be." Sam amended and she nodded seriously. Because there could be. Someday someone else would get married. Probably. And then there would be saving. And more jello shots. "I think we should make a new pact to not let Emma or Logan throw parties for people they don't like ever, ever again." Sam thought about it and nodded again decisively. "Ever, ever again." And they had another plan! They were on a roll tonight. Kitty nodded seriously, shifting over along the counter closer to Sam. Because his face was a little blurry, and she wasn't sure he realized that. "Never, ever again," she agreed solemnly, crossing her heart with her sandwich, because she'd forgotten she was holding it. "Or singing. They can't sing anymore, either. And they can't bring anymore feathered strippers from space." "I thought going out with X-Force had been scary." Sam added, and Kitty gave him a curious look, leaning on the counter again. Or possibly on Sam. It was hard to tell, but the goal was to minimize the current wobbling, which was making her a little seasick. The room needed to stop that. "X-Force is scary?" Pausing, she thought about that a little and conceded, "Well, Cable looks a little scary, but I think that's the big metal arm." Then, giving him a look of trepidation, she added, "He doesn't sing, does he?" |
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