Scott gazed out over the dance floor crowd thinking.~ Why did I come? I was just trying to be nice, but I really don't belong here...~ He walked over to the bar and ordered a water and turned back around to observe the group.
" Hey Scotty, what's wrong?", Remy wandered over to him.
" Hmm..? Oh, hi Remy. Nothing's wrong."
" Yah..sure, Scotty..."
" Okay...so I don't feel exactly comfortable here... I just don't belong in a dance club."
" It don' mean ya can't fit in for one night!", Remy argued
Scott looked at him, ~ He's right...would it actually hurt you to cut loose for one night?~ He cracked a slight smile, " Why not?"
A small grin spread across Remy's face, " C'mon, mon ami...let's get back to de rest o' da gang."
When they arrived back at the table, Bobby was half standing on his chair singing disco and looking goofy, Hank was laughing so hard he couldn't stop and Warren was encouraging him. Bishop just sat and watched in stupefied wonderment.
" Do a little dance, make a little noise. Get down tonight! Get down tonight!"
" Geez...mes amis...what'd he drink?"
" Kool-aid?", Warren suggested.
Bobby hopped up from his chair, " I didn't drink anything! I am just practicing for karoke!"
" You aren't doing karoke..." , Bishop growled at him.
Logan looked at Bobby like he was crazy and turned back to the group. "Okay, what are we going to do?! Where's the dancers?"
" I know! Why don't we teach Bishop and Scott how to play pool?! That'd be a trip!" , Bobby laughed at the thought.
" Oh, I don't know Bobby...Ol' fearless could probably beat everyone at this table.", Hank looked at the group challengingly....
" Hank! I don't play pool anymore!", he hissed.
" I bet ya twenty bucks that Cyke couldn't beat a little girl."
" You're on!"
" Hank!"
Meanwhile....
Jean worked with Betsy in the boathouse to set up the finishing touch for Rogue's bachelorette party.
" Oh, I remember the party you guys threw for me...wow, this one should be good....I mean, after all, you planned it." Jean mentioned to her.
" I know how to party...and just for your info...we are never, *ever* again letting Ororo plan a party.
And back to the club....
" Okay, Cyke...show me what ya got..." Logan laughed and handed him the cue stick.
Scott took the stick from him and took his turn...three of the balls flying into the side pockets. Bobby stood there stunned and Logan's jaw hit the floor, " Beginner's luck." , he claimed.
Logan stepped up for his turn and knocked one of the balls into the pocket." Dang!" he growled..the turns continued until Scott had won..proving Logan a fool and winning Hank twenty dollars.
" So what's next guys?" spoke Scott...kinda giddy about beating Logan.
The guys turned around stunned...Scott had asked what's next? What was wrong with him?
" Scott, are you feeling dizzy? Delerious?" , Hank looked at him
" Henri...he's okay...really..", Remy walked around and put his arm around Scott, " He's just having fun...he's just being one o' de guys!"
After the shock wore off the guys decided to take off in the jeep and go racing down some backroads that they *knew* no one used...or so they thought.
Okay guys, sorry this took so long...I broke my foot falling down two, count 'em two stairs...and I broke two bones. I had to have surgery and my foot swells up like a balloon every time I get on it.=Þ So anyhoo...Rogue's bachelorette party next time! See ya! -- Jer
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