Ow.

[xp_daytripper]

Logan? Ended up doing one of the things you suggested yesterday, only with Marie-Ange instead. You get to guess which.

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[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

...do I want to know?

[xp_daytripper]

The choices were get drunk, beat each other up or get laid. I'll let you work out which one Angie helped me with. *eg*

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

You enjoy tormenting me, don't you.

[xp_daytripper]

Me? Torment? Never!

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

You lie like a cheap rug, dear.

[xp_daytripper]

But it's so much fun watching your head explode. *grins*

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

I'm going to go pout now.

[xp_daytripper]

Can I watch? It's so cute...

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Grr.

[x-scarletwitch.livejournal.com]

Each certainly has their own merit. ;)

[xp_daytripper]

This is true. Well, I'm not too sure about the merits of getting the shite beaten out of me, but hey, it works for the leather brigade, by all accounts. ;)

[x-scarletwitch.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, they are very special. But then again, so are we...

[xp_daytripper]

I like how our specialness involves going to the place with the beer, and theirs involves hitting each other a lot.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

I knew that camera I planted in your apartment would do me good someday!

[xp_daytripper]

I just hope you got my good side. ;)

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Oh baby, they were all good sides.

[xp_daytripper]

Damn right, matey. *grins*

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

With Logan, those are always the choices.

[x-wolverine.livejournal.com]

They _work_.

What else is there? Fight it out, drink it out, or fuck it out.

[x-wolverine.livejournal.com]

So how'd it go?

[xp_daytripper]

Good. Did the trick - there's less grr argh. Which I think your knees and my head are grateful for.

[x-wolverine.livejournal.com]

Toldja.

[xp_daytripper]

You didn't guess yet, tho'.

[x-wolverine.livejournal.com]

Contrary to popular belief I _can_ read.

You got drunk.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Which does remind me, why did I bring home a beer mat with writing on it? I cannot -read- the writing. Is it mine? (The writing, not the beer mat.)

[xp_daytripper]

I have no idea... oh, I know! The bloke behind the bar who gave us those shots towards the end of the night. I think he gave you his email address and number. Only you might have ended up spilling your last drink on it...

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

The one with the hair and the ... hair?

[xp_daytripper]

And the hair. Yeah, that one. *grins*

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

At least it was pretty hair.

[x-scarletwitch.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you know he was not bald.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Wanda, three men could have not been bald from the length and thickness of hair that he had.

He had prettier hair than I have. And it was -very- possibly thicker than yours.

Now I wish I had not ruined his email address. He may very well be Medusa's long lost twin...

[xp_daytripper]

We could always go back? *grins* Or take Medusa out one night and 'accidentally' drop in? ;)

[x-medusa.livejournal.com]

I find myself speechless.

(And no one has better hair than I do. That is not vanity speaking it is fact.)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was certainly not better than yours, but for a man, and one who was not you (unless you have a mutant power you have not told us of), it was quite amazing hair.

It was brown, though. A very nice chestnut brown, but brown nonetheless.

[x-medusa.livejournal.com]

A shame. Everyone knows that redheads are best.