WHO: Logan and Jean WHEN: July 10th WHERE: X-Mansion: Kitchen WHAT: Logan isn't Scott's biggest fan - right now, neither is Jean. Scheming ensues.
Following her discussion with Scott, Jean had been avoiding the general school population. Didn't really want to put up with the whispering, pointing, and, in Emma's case, smug looks and pointed remarks. She's fine. Fine. Just going to be in a non-exclusive dating relationship with Scott. It's okay. But for the moment, she needed some junk food. Possibly ice cream. They should still have some in the freezer, right? Assuming Bobby hadn't eaten it all. Kitchen time it is.
Logan was, as usual when not propping up the couch in the TV room, sitting in the kitchen with a bottle of Scott's beer open in front of him, the sports pages spread out over the worktop. The hockey page had been scrawled on and he was somewhat pissed about it, which was probably why he was alone - the expression on his face wasn't exactly the kind that'd foster friendly thoughts. It was still present when he looked up as the door opened.
Unfortunately for him, Jean isn't as intimidated by that look as the student body. In fact, she barely batted an eyelash. "What'd he do now?" She questioned, heading straight for the freezer.
Logan raised his brows then apparently thought better of the statement he'd been about to make, something uncomplimentary about her boyfriend like that'd be new. He shrugged and pointed to the scrawled-on page. "I wanted to read that."
She came back with a tub of ice cream and a spoon, taking a seat across from him. "You can kinda read through it. Or you could check online. The paper does have a website, you know."
He shrugged again. "Yeah, you see me surfin' the net?" he asked, and turned the page. She didn't need to see Scott's comments about her bathing habits, after all.
She shrugged, taking a big spoonful. "You could." But never mind. "What started it this time?" He doesn't have to answer if he doesn't want to. She's just curious.
"Somethin' about the Cajun kid, I think," he said, frowning. He actually found it kinda hard to remember what'd started it, truth be told. He just knew the note-passing had pissed him off. "Guess your boyfriend's got a touch'a the homophobes. Surprised me, really."
She sighed. "Scott's a walking mass of contradictions." Can he be called her boyfriend anymore, though?
He chuckled in spite of himself and gave up on the newspaper, folding it back up then dropping it into the trash. He raised his brows over the counter at her, and nodded at the ice cream. "So. What'd he do now?"
She took another spoonful before answering. "You saw what happened at the party." She's sure everyone did. We had a talk. Gonna be taking a break for a little while. Go back to non-exclusively dating each other."
His brows raised slightly and he took a swig of his beer as he processed that. He'd have to start drinking more of Scott's stuff, it looked like Jean was pretty irked about this thing and hell, Logan was *not* shy about choosing sides. "You okay with that?" he asked, already pretty convinced she wasn't.
"Kinda have to be," she answered. "I wish it hadn't come to this, but..." A shrug. "Don't want to trap him in anything he doesn't want to be part of."
"So, what? Scott gets to screw around with Emma and you're just gonna go along with that till he changes his damn mind?" He shook his head. Didn't sound like the Jean Grey he knew.
A shake of her head. "I'm still furious at him. Hurt, too." A shrug. "Maybe I'll give him a taste of his own medicine. Find someone he hates and go out with him. Mess with Scott's mind a little." She can have a little fun with this.
He pondered this for a second, taking another swig of beer, then set it down on the countertop as a faintly wicked smile spread over his face. Of course, all of his smiles tended to look that way. "I think this might be fate, Jeannie," he told her, with a knowing nod.
She looked confused for a minute, but had to smile as she got it. "Really?" He's sure?
"C'mon, don't tell me that ain't perfect. He'd be so pissed off he couldn't see straight." And there was nothing in the world quite so satisfying as pissing off Scott Summers. "You got yourself an accomplice right here if you want it."
Her smile widened. "I might have to take you up on that offer, Logan... thanks."
"Yeah, don't mention it." He shrugged, leaning over to pull another of Scott's beers from the fridge, and opened it in much the same way as normal - chipping off another small piece of the side of the counter. "Deserves it if ya ask me. Jackass."
Nice to know she has some people on her side. She did kinda lose her temper with Emma there. "Takes two to tango," she replied. Emma had to be considered as part of the equation. "Besides... I might've been able to do something." What, she didn't know.
"Yeah, well. We all know what Emma's like. Would'a thought One-Eye had enough self-restraint to keep it in his pants, though." He shrugged, and frowned at his last statement. Way to go, Mr. Sensitivity. "Uh. Ya know what I mean."
"I would've thought so, too," she answered. "But maybe Scott and I are just...growing apart... It happens."
"Don't mean ya can't get yer own back, though." In which he was a firm believer. So maybe vengeance wasn't his thing most times but where Scott was concerned... He reached over and gave the back of her hand a quick pat. "You're too good for that guy, Jeannie. Cross my heart and hope to die and all that bullcrap."
A soft smile. "You always thought so." But... "Thanks." And she really means that.
He shrugged. Yeah, well, he guessed he always had, though whether that had more to do with how bad Summers pissed him off or whatever feelings he'd had for Jean was never all that clear, even to him. "No problem. Ya know where ta find me if ya wanna give this thing a try."
A nod. "I'll come looking for you. Maybe we can even borrow Scott's baby." A wink.
Logan smirked. "I like the way ya think," he told her. "Loves that thing like the kids he don't have. Guess I'd better try not to scratch her, huh?"
"Not too badly," she replied innocently. "Maybe just a small one. See how long it takes him to notice it."
He snickered, with a nod. "Wheel well. He'll get it when he's waxin', it'll be freakin' hilarious."
Jean grinned. It's childish, but... she can't help it. "I like the way you think."
"An' I'm pretty sure Scotty-boy won't," he agreed. Oh, this was going to be fun.