Logan’s Room
Instructor’s Wing
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Westchester, NY.
3:30 A.M.
The phone rang out of the blue in the middle of the night. Logan growled as he rolled away from Marie to answer it.
“I don’t care what time it is. Your wishes have been granted, plus a surprise from the President, and the First Lady. It seems you two have fans even though this is all against regulations. You can thank me later. Good Night,” the line went dead.
Logan half asleep, barely registered in his head what Henry McCoy had just told him. He rolled back over and went back to sleep. Suddenly, he bolted out of bed when he filtered the information from Hank…The President and First Lady? Had he asked for too much? Marie would just have to love his surprise and accept his proposal right away.
McCoy Residence
Washington, D.C.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
10:00 A.M.
Ororo was busy with little Charles on the counter,while prepping food for a wonderful New Year’s Eve party later that evening.
“Mama, may I haave the weenie things.”
“Which ones sweetie?”
“Thewoneswifchweese.”
“Sure you can.”
Ever since Ororo let him stay up a half an hour later on New Year’s Eve one year, little Charles discovered he had fallen in love with cocktail wieners, with the cheese filling. So now, every New Year’s Eve, Ororo and Hank let their son stay up a half an hour later because it was a holiday, and so that he could have the cocktail wieners he liked. He was still put to bed in time for the adult party to begin. The phone suddenly rang and she picked up the portable hand-held phone while she stirred the no-bake cheesecake mix for the little cherry cheesecake tarts for desserts. She delicately balanced the receiver on her shoulder.
“Hello?”
“Mornin’ ‘Ro, happy New Year’s Eve.”
“Good morning Logan, same to you. What can I do for you?”
“I forgot, what time is the party?”
“We’re starting it a little later this year. Eight thirty is about when you all can start arriving. I’ll start heating the hot foods early so they’ll be ready when you all get here. I know it’s a long drive.”
“Great ‘Ro, can I ask a small favor?”
“Sure,” Ororo said as she began to pour the cheesecake mixture into small graham cracker crusts.
“I need to steal Marie from the party tonight, just for a while.”
“What’s have you got in mind, Logan?”
“I need you to make sure that Marie gets into the limo I hired to pick her up from the party by 11:00 tonight. After she gets in the car, make sure the driver doesn’t tell her that she’s headed for the White House Rose Garden. I’ll be coming to the party but, I’ll sneak out about 10:45. Don’t worry about her car. I’ll be bringing her to the party.”
“Ok, hold on let me get a pen.”
Charlie ran into the kitchen unexpectedly a pen.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to run with things in your hand, young man?”
“Sorree. Mama is that Unca Logan?”
“Yes, I’ll let you talk to him in a minute.”
“I’ll make this short and sweet. 10:45 I leave. 11:00 Marie in limo to White House Rose Garden,” Logan repeated.
“Got it.Anything else?”
“I can’t say yet. I’ll tell ya later.”
“Ok then, here’s Charlie,” Ororo replied and handed him the phone. Her son swiftly ran off with it.
Ororo knew Logan was up to something; the White House Rose Garden? Wasn’t it closed in the winter? If not wouldn’t it be closed that late at night and on a holiday? Without warning her husband walked in withgrocery bags from his last minute shopping trip for Ororo.
“Hank, Logan’s up to something isn’t he?”
“What was that, my dear?”
“He wants me to make sure Marie is in a limo by eleven o’clock tonight and headed for the White House Rose Garden.”
“They had their first date there. I had to pull some major strings to them get in there that late.”
Ororo felt like kicking herself in the head. She should have known her husband would have details about what was going on.
“Oh I’m not worried about that. I want to know why he wants to meet her there that late.”
“It’s not our business, so why worry,” Hank said as he put the extra beer in the fridge.
“Maybe because Logan might get into trouble,” Ororo responded, knowing Logan’s moods.
She finished putting a spoon of three Comstock cherries with sauce on each of the small cheesecake tarts. Then she handed the tray to Hank to put in the fridge.
“Trust me, Logan won’t get into trouble tonight, my dear,” he responded with a wink.
Marie’s Room
Instructor’s Wing
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
11:00 A.M.
Marie pulled out every outfit she had in her closet and put them on her bed. Now all she had to do was decide on which one that Logan would really go nuts over. An hour later without a clear decision, her stomach grumbled. She went down to the kitchen and made her a sandwich before she went back up to her room. Jubilee would know what to do but she was in New Orleans for the holidays. Ororo was the next best choice. So she picked up her portable hand-held phone and dialed the number.
“Mornin’ ‘Ro,”
“Oh hello Marie, please hold,” said Hank as he passed the phone to Ororo. “It’s Marie.”
“Hi Marie, what can I do for you?”
“Ah need help. Ham having’ trouble picking’ out what to wear fertha party.”
“How ‘bout something black and short?”
“Ah wore black and short last tahm. Ah wanna wear somethin’ that Logan cain’t keep his hands off of.”
“In that case, this calls for a shopping trip. The mall should still be open. I’ll pick you up something as soon as I can. Fashion emergency!” Marie heard Ororo yell before she hung up.
Marie’s Room
Instructor’s Wing
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
2:00 P.M.
Several hours later, Marie had her dress via bamf by Kurt. Ororo sent it that way to save travel time because it was four hours from Ororo and Hank’s back to the school. In the end, Ororo chose for her the right dress for the evening because of what she knew Logan was up to… Well almost. She picked out a Tommy Bahama, Sand Dune Serenade Dress, in a butternut color, sleeveless with a boat neck, draped just below Marie’s knees, and printed silk sheer georgette with spandex came with it. Marie was very pleased with it as she looked at it hanging on the back of her bedroom door. A shower and dressing, and then a decision about what to do with her gold colored glitter hair gel? She laughed as she thought about how Logan and everyone were going to react to her hair style. Almost an hour later, she looked in the mirror. The new style came out perfect. She had it in a romantic style, the white stripes framed her face while the rest of her hair was pulled back, and rolled. Pinned back like the top of a paper bag and it hung vertically. She had put in stripes of the gold colored glitter hair gel in a kind a rainbow from her forehead to the back where the stripes disappeared into the gathered hair.
“Ok, Logan will be heah in ‘bout twenty-fahv minutes and fifteen seconds. Tahmfer make-up and last minute thangs that have tabe done,” she reminded herself.
Minutes later, face beautiful, Marie checked her internal clock and her last minute checklist.
“Nahnteenminutes and twenty-fahv seconds until Logan gits ta mah door. Tigger is in his spot in the scratching post. The garbage has been taken out. Oh,ah’ve got ta gita handbag tagethah,” and that was what brought the left over time to quickly pass before Logan was due to arrive.
Marie’s Room
Instructor’s Wing
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
3:00 P.M.
Logan casually strolled up to Marie’s Room trying not to look too nervous. He took his time getting up to her room so he wouldn’t look too eager and sweaty like one of the horny geeks around the school. That was the last thing he needed.
Marie could somehow sense Logan was in the main building, so she paced quietly near her door waiting for his hand to thud against said door. He hadn’t been able to knock gently because of the adamantium in his hands. Then she suddenly heard the thud and almost jumped to grab the doorknob but, she didn’t want to be too anxious. She took a couple deep breaths and opened the door.
“Hiya, sugah,” she said and her eyes gave him a once over.
He chose dark blue stingray boots, black jeans, a navy blue dress shirt, and a black blazer. He still wore his heavy parka due to the cold weather out.
“Hhii,” Logan stuttered as he barely got out his greeting.
She looked so gorgeous, he was struck speechless. Almost like an angel, her hair, perfectly goldglitter streaked, and her dress just fit in the right places. He smelled his favorite scents on her; vanilla, magnolia, and a touch of lavender. She wore citrine teardrop bracelet and teardrop earrings that she told him Chloe had made one year at Xavier’s Mutant Summer Camp. The Professor had created the camp to make the student’s lives as normal as possible and to get them out of the school to keep the power costs down.
Marie could tell he was lost somewhere in that adamantium laced brain of his so, she grabbed her coat and handbag. She gently pushed him back out the door, made sure she had her keys before she shut and locked her door. She took his arm and lead him carefully out to the school’s SUV that Logan was borrowing for the evening. She watched as the cold finally made him snap to and he opened the door for her. He made sure the dress wasn’t in the door before he shut it. Then she put on her seat belt and waited for him to get into the vehicle. She was kind of bummed she couldn’t drive her baby ‘Vette to dinner and then to the McCoy’s for the party. The roads were just too dangerous and she noticed the chains on the tires as she got in.
Logan looked up and whispered a prayer to the sky.
“Thanks for such a miracle,” he said with Marie on his mind.
Then he quickly scrambled into the driver’s seat and buckled in, remembered the first time they met and she wanted him to put a seat belt on. Soon the heater was back on and like a flash of déjà vu; Marie put her hands up to the vent to warm them. He looked at her and smiled.
“So, where we goin’ for din-ah,” Marie asked.
“The party’s around eight so, I was thinkin’ of somewhere close to Blue and ‘Ro’s.”
“That’s fine, just feed me.”
“You got it,angel girl.”
“Ohmm, ah lahktha new nickname.”
“You look like an angel Marie, and you’re my girl.”
“Ah wanna hear it again.”
“What,” Logan asked as it dawned clear in his brain, “You’re my girl.”
Marie leaned over and snuggled into his right arm. He lifted it up and over her head to her shoulders to let her in closer to his side.
Mama Ayesha’s Restaurant
Washington, D.C.
7:15 P.M.
Logan pulled up to the Authentic Middle Eastern Cuisine restaurant and helped Marie out of the SUV. Marie took his arm as they walked in to the building. The inside walls were covered in black silk,split with cherry colored wood below, sparsely adorned with magazine reviews of the restaurant, a portrait of Mama Ayesha, and a couple past and one current Presidential picture with the First Lady in the entry. In front of them were two doors covered in black leather in a kind of basket weave pattern. The hostess greeted them in English and found their reservation. She took them through the doors into the main dining room. It was like another world. The walls were covered in billowy layers of red wine red satin. Up above the tables, more of the billowy satin was bunched together and fastened with a giant button. In the center was a giant Arabic styled chandelier. The décor reminded Marie of harem’s quarters. Very interesting and peaceful with lots of curves, few straight lines; not too soporific either. There were no chairs but large pillows on the floor and the tables were low to the floor.
The hostess brought them to the table. Marie hiked up her dress a little and she took Logan’s hand to steady her descent to the lushly filled pillow below her. Then she noticed the Arabic music playing in the background. The décor set an interesting scene to find out what kind of plans Logan had for the rest of the evening. Logan sat down across from her and kissed the inside of her wrist. She immediately felt tingly all over. Suddenly, a waitress came up to take their order. She noticed something shiny in her tongue and she could almost see the drool form as the woman looked at Logan with googlie eyes.Marie looked away from her and rolled her eyes behind the menu, tried to suppress a laugh. Somehow she knew she was going to have to get over it because Logan was all kinds of hot… Women were going to flock to him.
“I am Adara and the other waiter tonight is Ahmed. We will be available to get you anything you desire.”
Ahmed came up next to her with a tray of water glasses. He set two down and moved on. The place was full of hungry diners.
“Could you give us a few more minutes,” Logan asked.
“As you wish.”
The waitress went away and Marie just let a short giggle escape.
“What’s so funny Marie,” Logan asked, trying not to be irritated.
“Don’t tell meh ya didn’t notice her tongue.”
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