by November Tuesday
--- Taryn (loganx@neo.rr.com) wrote:
This is what I wrote in response:
Sigh. The daily postings are gonna stop for a while. While I have written more, chapter 90 was the last of the ones I edited. So I prolly won't be posting for a few days.
But, here's a lil' somethin'-somethin' for ya:
"Sugar?"
"Shut up!"
"Well, well, aren't we grumpy?"
"Um, yeah!"
Rogue leaned against the bedroom door, pouting in her red polka-dotted dress.
"I look ridiculous!" he yelled from behind the door.
"So you're saying that I look ridiculous by extension?"
"No," the door opened to reveal Logan's head. He grinned and looked down at her. She was stunning in her red dress with appliqued black dots, luscious lips red and glossy. "You look hot."
"Why thank you."
"I don't wanna wear this."
"Just put on the damn costume. Besides, Scott's going as Robin Hood, and if he can wear tights, you can wear that."
"Oh for fuck's sake."
"Just get dressed, before I come in there and dress you. You're startin' to piss me off."
Finally, Logan emerged from the bedroom. He was wearing jeans and a new bright red tee shirt with the same appliqued dots.
"Fine. But I'm not wearing this. He held up the headband with the springy antennae.
"Fine. Here. Help me put this on."
"You look hot."
"Just put my shell on."
Logan lifted the polka-dotted wing apparatus over her head. It consisted of black tulle wings underneath a curved red shell.
"You look cute."
Rogue gave him a winning smile. "Why thank you, darlin'."
"Can't I just go like this?"
"Logan, I spent several hours turning these old sleds into ladybug shells so just fucking suck it up already!" She plopped his shell and wings over his head and scowled. "There. You look cute."
"Marieee... I don't wanna look cute."
"Oh, allright, you look like a butch, manly ladybug." She rolled her eyes.
"That's more like it."
Before he could balk more she grabbed his wrist and dragged him downstairs to the party.
"Everyone's staring at us."
"Now, sug, that's just because they've just never seen such a manly, testosteron-y lady bug before."
"I hate you."
"I know. Let's get some punch."
They stood in the corner. There were a bunch of strangers here. It was a fundraiser and they both hated the things.
"Marie!"
"Yeah, hon?" Rogue turned from chatting with the society matron next to her to look at Logan.
"Scooter is NOT dressed as Robin Hood."
Marie looked at Scott and Jean, who had just come in. Scott was wearing blue scrubs and a lab coat.
"Hmm," she said innocently. "I guess he changed his mind."
Jean made her way through the crowd. Scott, less comfortable in their contrived surroundings, made his way over to them.
"Cool costumes."
"Great. Now my humiliation is complete." Logan said, rolling his eyes so everyone present knew that he was not a happy camper.
Scott grinned. "So, Rogue, I guess I owe you that twenty."
"What?" Logan hissed.
"And Jean left her purse upstairs so I'll just pay you for both of us. And I owe Hank from that last bet we made so I'll just give you sixty now. And... I'm in the hole for god knows how much with Jubilee, and if I recall she bet fifty, so here's a hundred and ten."
"Thanks, sug." Rogue took the $110 and tucked it into her bra. "Oh, and Scott?"
"Yeah."
"What happened with Robin Hood?"
"Please. No way in hell could Jean get me to wear green tights."
Rogue's shoulders lost some of their proud stance and she rolled her eyes. She fished the $110 from her bra, peeled off one twenty, and handed it to Scott. "Give that to Jean," she said dejectedly.
Logan was seething, his glass about to break under the pressure of his white-knuckled fingers.
"Marie, I am fucking going to-"
Before he could finish, Xavier wheeled over. He was wearing a Yankees uniform. A baseball glove lay in his lap. "Rogue, Logan, you look wonderful," he chuckled.
"Thank you," Rogue said.
"Rogue, I believe I owe you this." He pulled a fifty from his wallet.
"Thank you."
She tucked the fifty alongside the four twenties and a ten. Her strapless bra was starting to get crowded.
She glanced at Logan.
"Marie, I can't fucking believe you BET-"
Marie was giggling.
"WHAT?" He bellowed so loudly that several of the guests turned to stare at him.
Marie giggled some more. And while he normally loved that sound, now he felt the need to drink. A lot. And then some.
"I'm sorry, honey, it's just that your face looks about as red as your shirt."
"I think this is grounds for divorce in the state of New York."
She giggled again, then touched his chest with her red-gloved fingers. "Wait," she pouted. "You don't know how I was planning on spending the money."
"I don't care-"
"See, I got Stormy to watch the kids this weekend-"
"Keep talking."
"And I figure a hundred and forty bucks is enough to put us up at one of the better hotels." She traced one of the black dots on his chest with a satiny finger.
"Oh?"
"Or, we could go to one of the less good ones, maybe one with a cheesy jacuzzi."
"I'm listening."
"That way we'd have some money left over for... say whipped cream and chocolate sauce..."
"Continue."
"That's it."
"How long 'til we can leave this godforsaken place?"
"Twenty two minutes and forty-three seconds."
"Great."
"Thought you might like that."
"Don't get cocky."
"I'm cocky."
"Don't get cocky, Marie, or you may have to have your little sundae party alone."
She pouted. "Logan..." Her fingers curled on his bare arms and he relaxed, then tensed, looking over her shoulder.
"All bets are off."
"What?"
"Here comes Hank with a camera."
"Right there, use the side door."
"Right behind ya, darlin'."
Damn, that evolved into a big somethin'-somethin'. On well. Happy 43 minutes remaining of your birthday!
XOXO
November
> Thanks, chica! And you know....a really wonderful
> birthday present
> would be some MORE chapters of SoG (hint, hint)!!