Last Morning in Boston

[Ironclad]

Mason instantly looked away in a grimace when Logan came and pretty much swept Aideen up without a glance at anyone else. "I'm never gonna get used to that," he muttered, focusing on Mike instead as he was in the line of vision. It didn't bother him or anything, it was just still really weird for him to see his best friend and favorite teacher making out. It was just weird, as he never ever even fathomed such an idea and it would take some getting used to, which would hopefully happen soon.

"We'll figure something out. I ain't leaving my guns behind thats for sure, and there is no way in hell I'm letting anyone pat me down," Mason said eying the breakfast that Aideen brought Logan. Normally he would keep his mouth shut from any snide comments, but being around Mike always made the more... well 'asshole' side of him come out without Mason even realizing it. "Damn, and you get breakfast brought to you? You've been living really comfortably since you two got together huh?" he said with a smirk, not able to resist the oppurtunity to tease good naturely even though he was expecting any one of the girls to set off on him. "Does she do your laundry too?" His smirk turned into a full out grin now as he shook his head.

"Me and Mike, we had this list back in the day, you know while we were still single and all." He glanced at Tracy at this point, but he knew that she would know he was playing around. "That what was it again, if you get a girl that will do your laundry, cook you food, look hot, put out, and bring you a beer and sandwich without being asked, she's a keeper," Mason said chuckling as he remembered their drunk talk that occurred whenever they went out to bars on the weekends. Times were different then though, both of them had a girl left and right, and hell had that art of a bar pickup down to an art. "What else was there on that list? That had to be the most sexist list ever invented."

He glanced at Aideen with a slight grin. "We were kinda assholes back then, but I improved." Mason winked at Tracy and had to grin. "Trace doesn't do my laundry or cook, but I kinda like her anyways," he teased affectionately. She made fun of him more than once for his previous taste in women, but he could take it. He knew he was stupid back then, but he liked where he was now with everything, so he had no reason to complain.

[Wolverine]

Logan had smiled up at his love as she placed the plate of food in front of him with his steaming cup o' joe. He sniffed it and his nose told him everything in it was edible, but the combination of ingredients was interesting to say the least. Digging in he took a last sniff of the food on his fork before he cocked his head to the side and with a shrug popped the forkful into his mouth.

It was amazingly good and it danced on his tongue in an almost caustic bubbly way, almost like omelet style pop-rocks to his uncanny senses. He enjoyed it and swallowed, about to thank the chef.. whoever that was.. and respond to Ember, when Mason broke the mood set by his Angel Eye's beautiful voice. Logan was a guy, of that there was no doubt, but he didn't find the boys 'list' to be very funny.

The disrespect he was showing was uncharacteristic for one of Cyclops hand picked Team Captains. Slumming with Network hadn't done much to sharpen the boy, but Logan had something that would tune him right up. "You came up with it and ya can't remember what else? Let's say yer list was right there.." he reached over and tapped on the tabletop right in front of Mason "..look hard- what does it say?"

He saw the odd look on the Corsair's face as he wasn't sure what Wolverine was up to. Was it some kind of meditation technique? Logan wasn't saying, what he did say was "Don't look at me.." he tapped the tabletop again ".. look at the list." Drawing Ironclad's eyes down before him he spoke in a meditative tone, at first. "Focus... look harder.. harderrr.. HARDER!" At that he took Mason by the back of his head and slammed his face into the tabletop so hard it smacked a Mason head shaped hole right clean through it. As the chunk of tabletop clattered on the floor below Logan held him down, pushing his head into his own lap, and asked. "See what it says now? Ya see that last part I added there about respectin the women in yer life? Remember it Bub."

He knew it wouldn't hurt him physically, but it should serve to knock him down a peg or two. It would also grant a wonderful display of the Corsair's power to the ladies, a floor show he hadn't intended but the sting of a slap to the ego he hoped would have the desired effect. Turning back to Aideen he smiled. "Well since ya haven't ever watched Dan Tanna in action, drivin his red 57 T-bird on the Las Vegas strip, I can see how you might not know the place like the rest of these kids. Yeah, Vega$, now that was a decent show." The fact that the program he was talking about went off the air before the rest of the groups parents hit puberty was lost on him. The decades tended to blur together after a while.

"But don't worry Angel Eyes, we'll rent a rag top and cruse it till the wheels fall off if ya want. I'll teach you kids how to gamble." He offered, turning back to the rest of them, as casual as if he hadn't just slammed Mason through the table. The looks of shock on Lai's and Ingrid's face was not what he was expecting. "Aww come on. Why do ya think they call him Ironclad?" He pulled the guy back up by the hair he hadn't let go of and brushed off his shoulders from the splinters of wood. "He's fine. Heh." Logan looked him in the eye. "Now THAT, Mason.. is how me and my friends fool around. Welcome to the club." He let himself think for just a second of all the friends he'd had over the years and the fun roughhousing times. The last memory was a bar fight, back to back with his good buddy Frank... the memory slowly dissolved into the fight he shared with his lady love, she could really hold her own.. and now, more than ever, she held his heart.

[~ N.P.C. ~]

Lai stood there for a minute with wide eyes, looking at Mason in shock. For a moment she had been pretty sure that Logan just killed him in front of all of them, and as much as that sexist comment made her mad, she'd never kill the guy! It wasn't until she saw that he was alright and didn't even have a scratch on him did she burst out laughing. "AHHHHAHAHAHHAHHA! Oh my God! That was absolutely amazing! Ahahaha," she laughed hard, tears coming down her face right now that the horror of the scene dissipated.

"Oh man, I'm gonna remember that. You see that baby? Next time you go and spew off sexist comments, or I ever hear about this 'list' again." Lai glared at him to make a point. "I'm just gonna do what Logan just did and slam your face into a table." She dissolved into giggles again even more at the look on Mike's face. "Oh wow too precious. Logan I need to give you a hu-" She cut herself off and looked over at Aideen. The girl didn't seem like the jealous type, but if she was anything like Logan, she rather not take the chance. "Uh thank you! That was absolutely brilliant and it's nice to see that chivalry isn't totally lost," Lai said giving a pointed looked now to both Mason and Mike while she patted Logan on the shoulder.

"I am so never forgetting that. But okay so Las Vegas? This is a definite thing then? Cause I am sooo down. I don't know crap about gambling, but I want to play the slots, and you know dress up like all the chicks do in the movies Ingrid loves." She winked at Ingrid and grinned widely. "So we do this by plane? And is it gonna be just us or do you guys plan to bring along some strays?" Lai asked looking mainly and Tracy and Mason. Logan and Aideen for some reason didn't strike her as people persons.

[Network]

"Yeah, wait- WHAT!?!" Mike looked a bit startled. "What did I do? I'm totally innocent like little baby Bambi, oh hold up- was Bambi a girl?" Mike confused himself and his innocent act fell apart right then and there. "Aww fine, no more list, no more pokin fun at the fairer sex, no more go make me a sandwich. I'm gonna have to re-think this whole respect thing." He winked at Lai, she knew he respected her and that he was just an overgrown kid, but he was all heart and loads of fun, even when they fought.

The two had a great chemistry and 'the list' had been a go to shtick for him for so many years, it would be hard to break the habit. "I guess I'll work on it, cause ya know it'd be a shame to bust up such a pretty face." He stroked his cheek as he grinned. "And let me remind you that I don't have indestructible skin, so that would, you know.. kinda hurt if you put like all of your girl muscles behind it." he wanted to add 'and both boobs' but he was sure Logan would have helped his girl carry him into the bathroom for a good old fashioned swirlie and she might flush the toilet more than once if that big metal boned bastard's holding me.

"Oh hey not to change the subject and bust everyone's bubble, well I guess actually to change the subject, but the bubble thing is just a side effect- well, whatever -anyway." He swiped a hand away to clear his ramblings from the air before him. "How can the old man there get on a plane with METAL STINKIN BONES? You guys think of that?" Mike shook his head. "What kind of Plan-B do we have in mind? I mean I can fly us as long as we can get a jet I got no problem with piloting as long as you guys don't mind if I drink and fly? Eh? Eh?" He put two thumbs up in hopes that they would go for that, but he was half joking.

More or less.

[~ N.P.C. ~]

"Um, well I think I can help with that," Ingrid said from Dylan's lap, where she reclaimed her spot.
"The agency has their own jet, and I think I can ask them to allow me to use it. It might be that we have to share the plane with some of the other models in the agency, but it can be done." She didn't know if they would be alright with that, and truth was she was a little worried who might be on the plane. Yes most of the women she worked with were sweet girls, but they did act rather stuck up, and there were a few that were rather... well loose in the worst way. Ingrid was slightly worried that one of her fellow models would end up burned to a crisp or with a severely broken body that nobody would heal if they would all be on a plane together.

"It's one solution, and Mike I do love you very much, but I do not think they would allow you to fly the plane, even if you are sober. My agent is still a little wary after the New Years fiasco," She smiled warily at him, patting him on the shoulder, not wanting to say more. She did honestly adore Mike, and despite being a bit out there sometimes, he was a true friend. After last night, Ingrid didn't know how she could thank him and he wasn't even mad at her in the least bit for being the reason they were in that situation. "I can ask though, but you must be sober," she said with an impish smile at him.

"I think the agency gets a discount on hotels in Las Vegas, but I will have to check. And please, if you have anyone else you want to come, bring them! I do enjoy big groups on vacation, and I am sure that despite all that we will still have alone time," Ingrid said with a smile as she leaned her head on Dylan's shoulder. "So Vegas next month? We're really doing it?"

[Ironclad]

"Yea, I say we do it," Mason said shaking the splinters out of his hair. "Did you have to make it a wooden table man?" It seemed like he pretty much had a head full of shavings, and he knew it was gonna be a bitch to get out. He wasn't mad at Logan, hell it was kinda funny the whole thing and he should have expected him to be the first to react when it had something to do with Aideen. That guy was like a venom spitting viper when it came to her, even though he had seen Aideen make Kelly Burns cower behind Ariel with a single glance.

"I don't think we got anyone to bring along. I ain't bringing Kelly to Vegas with me. He's gonna blow all his money in the strip clubs and he'd be the one to end up marrying some chick named Cinnamon he met at one of them," he said plainly, knowing that anyone who knew Kelly would probably agree with him. "And Trace, I know we told Joce next time, but she's only 17, there ain't gonna be nothing for her to do in Vegas and I ain't babysittin'. Plus, she's gonna be spendin' the entire trip hitting on Aideen, and probably you two as well. And if we're on a plane full of models, forget about it." Mason had to admit, Jocelyn had really filled out since he last saw her, and she looked really good. That also meant she probably mastered the whole picking up a chick thing, and he just expected trouble.

"Na I don't know, as of now I don't think there is anyone I wanna invite. I can deal with a plane full of models." He really didn't care on that factor, hell Mason can admit that he's had some beautiful women in the past, and they were all the same to him. No one really compared to Tracy in his eyes, and for a long time now he didn't even bother trying. "Vegas it is then! We'll figure out the details later, right now, I think all of us better get ready to head out. I wanna beat the rush hour traffic," Mason said getting up and grabbing his coffee cup, looking at the hole in the table. "I'll shell out the dough for the replacement table," he said with a slight smirk at Logan as they all gathered their items and got ready for their final goodbyes... for the time being at least.