But we're all just dancers on the Devil's dance floor
Characters: Jubilee, Wolvie, OT everyone at the Mansion Setting: Xavier's School for Gifted Youth, PIZZA NIGHT! Content: Could get political, and thus spark disagreement, but nothing bad to start Summary: Jubilee pounces the hell outta reunites with Wolverine, and they head to the kitchen for pizza. Er, more pizza.
Jubilee dashed down the steps of the Mansion. The sun was nomming the tops of the trees, and she realized she'd spend too much time talking with that Wanda Maximoff woman inside the front hallway. Damnit. The girl had no sense of time and was often late for things, and gathering everyone for dinner would be no exception to her usual tardiness. As she headed down the steps, she espied some of the SHIELD agents who had been nice enough to help with the roofing. Paige must have missed a couple.
"Hey, guys! We have pizza in the kitchen," she greeted them. When two expressed interest, she pointed at the Mansion doors--"Turn right at the first doorway, walk down the hall, and make the second right. That's the kitchen. There's a girl named 'Ro in there--at least, there was when I left--and there's paper plates and soda on the kitchen table."
Pleased with herself, Jubilee turned to walk around the building in search of Kurt and Professor Rasputin when she noticed a short, stocky, hairy, grouchy, unshaven man heading up the walk, clad in a roughed-up bomber jacket and worn jeans.
Code Name: Wolverine. Weapon X. The Beavers' Nightmare. (Ok, she had made that one up.) Logan.
With a shriek of joy, she broke into a run, her face alight with happiness. "Logan! LOGAN!!!!!" she shouted, throwing herself at him.