WHO: Bobby Drake and CJ Barton WHAT: Bobby's going on an adventure when he becomes an inadvertent welcome wagon WHEN: Wednesday morning WHERE: Town Square, then SPACE WARNINGS: Swearing, flirting, bad jokes
"Lookin' good, feelin' fine. Bobby Drake? Total babe."
It certainly helped his vanity that Bobby could create a reflective surface wherever he wanted. He ran a hand through his hair (which, bereft of his typical hair products was slightly frozen in place) and winked at his own damn self before spinning around. He was in the same t-shirt and jeans that he'd arrived in. It wasn't that serious. But they say confidence is half the battle of looking like a million bucks and Bobby always had that 500K on lock.
"Dada da, dada da, livin' it up in the city, hey," Bobby sang to himself as he strode out the front door of his ramshack house and made toward the center of town. It was nice that space wasn't so limited that they needed to share, but Bobby kinda missed living in the X-Mansion with other people. No one around to constantly see how cute and funny he was? A damn shame.
Passing the weirdo wizard's house on his left, Bobby made the sign of the cross (the privilege of being Jewish and Irish Catholic, thank you). Something about it just gave him the heebie jeebies, like you could just tell there was spooky magic shit happening inside. He kept going, past Tony Snark's house. Just a few more...
"I'm too hot (hot damn) called a po-lice and fireman," Bobby continued singing, doing a little two step as he went and pumping his arms near his chest, "I'm too hot (hot damn) make a dragon want to retire man. I'm too hot (hot damn) say my name--"
Next thing he knew, Bobby was on the ground as a bright light flashed out and knocked him the fuck over. His palms pressed into the ground and he sprang up onto his feet in that Jackie Chan way that Kitty loved to do.
"And that name is ICEMAN, dickwad!" He shouted, skin starting to blaze blue with arctic energy. Okay, maybe blaze wasn't the right word.