X-Men belong to Marvel. Charlotte is mine.
Fox and 'America's Scariest -' belongs to whoever owns the
Fox Network. Red Dog Beer belongs to whoever owns it. I'm
not a beer drinker, I don't keep track of those things.
Trying that Food Challenge again. I hope I'm closer this time,
Rogue, Jean and Charlotte searched the kitchen cupboards,
but came up empty.
"Y'all find anythin'?" Rogue asked from inside
"Nothing," Jean answered from a footstool looking
in the higher cupboards.
Charlotte was deep in the bottom cupboards, her backside
only visible part of her. "Nothing in here."
Logan wandered in. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked, giving
Charlotte's off-balanced position a considering look. He eased
his foot under her and gave her a gentle push that sent her
head first into the cabinet, the door closing behind her.
A grin creased his face.
<You're asking for it,> she told him, the door opening
and banging against another cabinet.
<I'm always askin' for it,> he tossed back at her,
enjoying the sudden pinkness in her cheeks. It wasn't often
he could get her to blush. His smile tickled her; she smiled
back and licked her lips. His disappeared in favor of a more
"We're lookin' for Bobby's stash," Rogue explain,
wiping her forehead with a sleeve. It was hot in here, the
summer day turning humid with a vengeance.
"His soda stash," Jean clarified. "We want
his root beer."
"Would you happen to know where it is, babe?" Charlotte
got to her feet and looked him up and down. "You going
out?" He was dressed for leaving the grounds and had
the car keys in his hand.
"Gonna pick some stuff up at the store," he said.
"Can we add some things to your list?" Jean asked.
"Please?" Charlotte slid her hands up his chest
and around his neck. "A few things?"
"Sure, write 'em down." He leaned forward to find
himself kissing empty air, the three gathered around the table
and making up a list. He blew out a sigh. And they said he
had no romance in his soul. They didn't count on a woman who
wanted something. Or three.
After a whispered conversation and some quick editing Charlotte
handed him the list. "We really appreciate it."
Logan gave them an 'I'm just a dumb man under a woman's spell'
look and took it. This time he didn't let Charlotte get away
without nuzzling her.
She warmed under his attention. <Hurry back? Or are you
watching the 'America's Scariest Everything Marathon'?>
<We can talk 'bout that when I get back.>
Logan picked up the beer and snacks he'd gone for from the
list the men gave him for their TV marathon. They'd blocked
out the whole evening to watch 'America's Scariest Everything'.
None of the women had shown any interest in joining them so
they were going all out for it. Bishop had yet to experience
one of Fox's specials, they were looking forward to initiating
him into 20th century culture, from a man's point of view.
He pulled the women's list out of his pocket and read it
over twice. Never could read Rogue's writing -- she wrote
with an accent. He could make out 'beer' but the word in front
of it was a blur. It started with an 'R'.
He looked at the selection in the cold case, then spotted
it. Red Dog Beer.
Logan made a face, but picked up a twelve pack anyway. The
stuff tasted like watered-down punch to him, but whatever
the darlins' wanted...
The next item was easier. One gallon vanilla ice cream.
He might wonder why they'd want beer and ice cream, but he
wasn't going to question it. They could be downright touchy
if he tried to second-guess them.
Bishop was in the kitchen when he got back. He looked at
the items Logan hauled in with interest. "These things
are necessary for watching television?" he questioned.
"Not just TV, for marathon TV. There's a difference.
Where'd the women go?"
"Upstairs getting ready for something called a hen party."
He looked puzzled for a moment. "What exactly is that?"
Logan chuckled and set the ice cream and the Red Dog Beer
on the counter. "That's our cue to stay outta the way
for a while. They get together an' yak it up 'bout women stuff."
"What sort of women stuff?"
The security officer looked more confused than ever. "They
require ice cream and beer for this? They did say something
"They must be makin' beer floats, can't think of why
they'd want beer 'stead of root beer," he shrugged. "Here,
make yerself useful an' start scoopin' ice cream into some
Bishop did as he was asked, still wondering about the 'women
stuff'. He'd have to ask a woman about it, clearly the men
didn't have a clue. Maybe it was just one more way the women
kept the men in line, there did seem to be quite a few tactics
Once that was done, Logan opened the beer and poured it in
on top of the ice cream, careful to not let the foam overflow
the glasses. With a flourish he set them all inside the freezer
and put the extra beer in the fridge, feeling like he'd earned
whatever reward thoughtful husbands got for being considerate.
Maybe he'd offer suggestions.
He and Bishop took the rest of the supplies into the rec
room where the men had gathered.
"'Bout time," Remy said.
"Yeah, well, next time y'go an' get all this stuff."
Logan cracked open a beer and sat back with a sigh on the
Charlotte appeared in the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt,
fellas. Logan, what did you do with our stuff?" They'd
looked in the fridge and didn't find the root beer.
"In the freezer, already made 'em for ya," he answered,
still focused on the show.
She went back to the kitchen. "He says they're in the
Jean opened it up and found the glasses. "How thoughtful,"
she said, handing them all around. "I've had a real craving
for root beer floats."
"Me, too," Rogue said, getting a spoon and taking
a bite. Her face twisted into a yuck expression and
she spit it out in the sink.
Jean and Charlotte took careful tastes. "Beer. He made
them with beer!"
Betsy prudently chose not to sample hers.
Ororo entered, with Bishop behind her. She had a rather strange
look on her face.
"Bishop has asked what sort of, I believe the phrase
was 'women stuff', we discuss at a 'hen party'?"
"Oh really?" Jean smiled. She handed her a float.
Ororo's face paled.
"Let us tell you about a hen party," Jean told
Bishop. "Have a seat."
Bishop sat down and watched the faces of the women who gathered
around him. This didn't look good. They looked dangerous.
He suppressed a shiver and nodded attentively, the only safe
thing he knew to do.
Twenty minutes later he returned to the rec room, a dazed
expression in his eyes.
"Hey, Bish, you okay?" Bobby asked. He'd never
seen Bishop look quite
Bishop nodded slowly. "The women explained 'hen party'
to me." He turned to Logan. "It was nice knowing
"Oh, Logan, sweetheart, could you come out here for
a moment?" Charlotte's voice was sweetness and light.
Every man in the room was immediately suspicious.
"Ah, homme, doan' know what you did, but I'm sorry to
see you go," Remy said. "Better you den me."
They all had to agree with that.
Ten minutes later Logan came back, looking a little green
around the edges. The men all looked at him, waiting.
He just shook his head, five 'beer' floats sloshing around
inside him, making him a little dizzy. "Don't ask,"
he told them. Next time he'd be damned if he'd just take a
list, he'd take one of them.
"Any one see my keys," he asked, "gotta go
pick somethin' up."
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