Intoxication

[Wolverine]

Being that someone was stealing his beer at the academy, Wolverine decided to get a drink at the local club. He wasn't really in a partying mood, but he really needed something to help cool his nerves. Even though things were getting better with McCoy as a diplomat and the school still in order, Wolverine was still mourning the death of Jean Grey.

"A Jack Daniels," he said to the bartender. He chugged it down, hard. He could feel the liquid in his throat, pouring through his body. It couldn't erase the memory of her, which lingered in his soul. The blaring music, flashing lights, and beautiful women in the club meant nothing to him. He sighed and put his drink down. Nothing could replace Jean. Nothing.

[toad]

"Wipe tha' look off y'face, whore," Mort snapped at the woman whose hips were gyrating over him, "For as much as I'm payin' you, y'could stand to look less disgusted." If the dancer was a mutant, it didn't show. She was also getting fifty dollars for a lap dance.

He wasn't that drunk. Well, he was a little drunk, but he could still handle himself. "You want another two hundred?" he offered lightly. She made a face at him. He supposed that was a 'no'. He needed another drink.

[Wolverine]

"You should treat a lady with respect," replied Wolverine. "After all, she has to endure your ugly face." Wolverine's mind was feeling a little more "open" after downing a few Jack Daniels, and he was getting testy. Even though the woman was a stripper, he thought that any woman deserved some respect. If you had a woman in your arms, you had to appreciate it. That's what Jean taught him. Despite the fact that she never really was his lover, he still felt a closeness to her that he had shared with no one else in his entire life. Or at least that he knew of, considering he had amnesia.

[toad]

He looked up at Wolverine with a grimace. "Oh, hell, it's th'weasel," he muttered. He patted the dancer's thigh. "Tha's all f'you, Peaches." She left, looking highly relieved.

"Tha' was a fifty dollar lap dance you just blew," Toad informed him as he spun around to face him, "Someone-or-other worked hard f'that." He couldn't remember who he'd lifted the cash from. Maybe a college kid.

[Wolverine]

"Yeah, I can see." The stripper had had the look of a highly nauseaus hippotamus. He was glad that she left. Seeing someone dancing on Toad's lap was grotesque for Wolverine's tastes too. The X factor wasn't a strip club. It was a club for mutants. Therefore, he had come here to get piss drunk, not to watch hideous people ogle and disgust women. He figured that he should have a half-decent night.

[toad]

"Weasel- can I call you Weasel?-" He didn't pause for a response. "Weasel, why're you out here rainin' on my parade? You're like Mr. Raincloud or tha' one... oh, hell, y'know th'donkey on that kid show? Th'one with the house tha' always falls down? Y'like that guy." Mort motioned toward the bartender for another beer.

"I mean, wha's a goody-two-shoes gene traitor like you doin' out at this time of night anyways?" he asked conversationally, "Don' you have some puppies stuck in wells tha' need savin'?"

[Wolverine]

"I'm trying to have a decent time, which doesn't include someone bringing strippers into a mutant club," replied Wolverine. "And, no, my name is Wolverine, not Weasel, jackass." Currently, he was in the stage of being a mean drunk. He was feeling a little tipsy now that the alcohol had started travelling through his system. He felt like ranting a bit.

"Don't you have a swamp to hang around in?" Apparently, the alcohol was not really helping his wit.

[toad]

Making a sarcastic oh-that's-so-funny expression, Mort turned back to the bar and tipped back his beer. "Somethin' tells me th'stripper isn't what's got you down, Weasel," he observed, slightly slurred. He passed the bartender a few bills for his drink.

[Wolverine]

"What do you know?" replied Wolverine, with slightly drunken irritation. What suddenly the Brotherhood mutants are therapists? he thought to himself. After the death of Jean, he never thought he'd end up here, drinking himself stupid with Toad. However, times were hard and company always seemed strange when one reeked of beer. "I can't believe I'm talking to you."

[toad]

Toad spilled a bit of beer out the side of his mouth as he drank and started to wipe at the wetness on his shirt. "God, you're such a prick," he muttered, "All high-an'-mighty like because you could pass for human." He added quickly, "A really, really ugly human, mind you, but human still." He glared at his bottle.

[Wolverine]

He snorted. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?" It was mildly funny to be called ugly by Toad. It seemed the Brotherhood mutant was running of ideas for insults. He might as well have called Wolverine a stinky poohead. It was completely laughable.

[toad]

Making a noise almost like a growl at that, he gripped his beer tighter and drained the rest. Oh, he tried not to look at himself. The buzz of the alcohol was sinking down into the pit of his stomach, starting up that inevitable phase of self-loathing. "Y'lucky I don' call in th'whole team," he muttered at Wolverine, "They'd come down here an' kill you." There was a childlike quality to his bragging.

[Wolverine]

"Oh come on. I might be drunk, but I know Magneto isn't going to kill over things said while downing a few Jack Daniels." He laughed. "I wouldn't expect you to have your team fight your barfights for you. Not that I think this is even worth a barfight." He wondered how long Toad had been drinking tonight. It was true Wolverine was getting buzzed, but he hadn't completely lost his head yet.

[toad]

"Like that'd be fair," he complained, "You en't been here tha' long. Besides, th'healin' thing helps with booze, donnit?" He looked down toward the floor which seemed much farther away than it had a bit earlier.

He motioned for another drink. He wasn't feeling so hot anymore.

[Wolverine]

"It helps with the hangovers. I don't get any," he replied. "And I can drink as much as I want without worrying about liver problems." He had to admit that was a part of why he liked drinking so much. He didn't experience the same inconveniences that normal people did. It was a benefit of his mutation.