Oz
Oz parked the van outside of Xavier's institute. Devon hopped out and locked his door, waiting for Oz impatiently. Oz slowly got out of the drivers side and locked his door. He nodded at Devon and they walked in together, looking for Nyx. They ran into some kid making ice with his hands.
"Hey, you lost?"
Oz nodded. "We're looking for Nyx."
"Oh, she should be down the hall and to the right."
Devon gave a thumbs up. "Thanks man."
"No worries."
Devon and Oz looked at each other and set off to find Nyx.
Nyx and Logan
Nyx lifted her head, looked around and then took off running. "WOLFIE!" She jumped into Oz's arms. "DEV!" She wrapped her legs around Oz's waist before reaching over to hug Devon. "This is so WOW!"
"Nice to see ya first thought was Oz, Nyx. I think I feel rejected." Devon sighed and Nyx giggled before kissing his cheek. Logan followed her slowly with a dark look on his face.
"That's Logan." She waved back at him.
Oz
Oz stumbled slightly under the sudden weight of Nyx. He smiled and gently disentangled her limbs from around his small stature, under Logan's glare.
"We thought we might surprise you, so surprise!" Devon said.
"That pretty much sums it up," Oz commented.
Devon gave Nyx a quick hug and then extended his hand to Logan. "Hi, I'm Devon."
Oz saluted. "Oz."
Nyx and Logan
"They're mine," Nyx told Logan. "Mine, mine, mine."
"You still have some serious issues, Nyxie. What the wanting and the taking." Devon grinned as she giggled. Logan's glare went up a few notches. Nyx pouted at her lover, and then jumped at him.
"You're mine too!"
"If I remember right, you're the one with a collar," Logan said into her ear. She threw back her head and laughed, before sliding to the ground. "Logan. Or Wolverine." He eyed Oz carefully, smelling a sort of canine scent to him. "You a mutant?"
Oz
Oz shook his head.
"Ex-werewolf."
Devon waited for Oz to elaborate for Logan, and when he didn't, Devon just nodded. "He's like that. Anyway, he was bitten by a werewolf and was one, then went to Tibet and learnt to control it."
"Yeah."
Nyx and Logan
"Oz is laconic. Why use two words, when one will do? And why use one at all when you can communicate so much with a blank stare?" Nyx said chirpily. The corner of Logan's mouth quirked.
"Been accused of that myself."
"Anyway. Now we're all meeted and greeted..." Nyx sidled up to Devon. "Did ya bring stuff? As in, stuff stuff?"
"*Somehow*," Devon turned to look at Oz, "all my pot disappeared."
Oz
As usual, Oz's expression didn't change. He slid his eyes to meet Devon's.
"Strange."
"Yes, it is. Now, I remember having it when we went underground."
"Huh."
"Then it sorta just... disappeared magically?"
"Must have."
Devon rolled his eyes and turned back to Nyx and Logan. "Sometimes I hate this laconic thing. Anyway, the point is, it disappeared. So I'll have to get some more while I'm in town."
Oz's expression hadn't shifted.
Nyx
"Oh, good. I'll send you all cashed up. I'm not allowed to actually grow my own out here. All the little kiddies, you know. Most of whom use anyway. Sometimes. Ya can smell it." Nyx shrugged. "Anyway. Let me show you around."
"Cool," Devon grinned. Nyx laughed and then darted into his arms for a hug. "Aw, I feel the love."
"I missed you guys. Really. Oh, and a warning. Don't stake Spike. Or Dru. She might turn up. Actually, how about we stake no body?"
Oz
"Sure." Oz nodded.
Devon looked confused then nodded as well. "Yeah cool. Why not. Anyway, how about you show us we're we'd be staying unless you have no room, then we'll go to the hotel... but if not, we'll see our room, then get the cash and head out."
"Yeah."
"Good plan, Oz?"
"Yeah."
Nyx and Logan
"Sweetie, this is a mansion. There's bucketloads of room." Nyx started off, humming to herself.
"Just a question...was she like this with you?" Logan asked Devon and Oz.
Devon grinned. "Dude, she was worse! This is *nothing*."
"Ah." Logan nodded slightly.
"*Hel-loo*, I can hear you. Now, c'mon!" Nyx bounced at the end of the corridor, before screaming and running around the corner. "SPIKE!"
'Lo, pet."
"Don't call me pet! He's your pet."
"Yeah, true. But it pisses you off so much, pet."
"Don't tease the kitty, Spike." The conversation echoed from around the corner. Logan shrugged.
"But she goes all growly, sunshine. How can I resist?"
"Easily," the younger male voice retorted snippily. "No. Don't even start-mmph!"
"You know, one day you're going to be connected at the lips, permenatly," Nyx commented.
Oz
Oz nodded a greeting and continued to follow Nyx.
Devon stared. "Whoa."
Oz smacked him gently. "How much pot are we getting?"
Devon stared at him in surprise. "Was that a sentence?"
"Yeah."
Logan and Nyx
"Oz said a sentance!" Nyx jumped around. Logan watched her carefully as Spike finally let Vortigern come up for air.
"Did you have coffee?" Logan asked.
"Nup! No coffee! This is the cat, unaldurated, no additives and accept no subsitutes!" Nyx ran to Devon and Oz again. "I think you looooooove me," she sang suddenly.
"Yeah, all there with the love, Nyx cat." Devon grinned. Spike walked up with one arm draped over Vortigern's shoulder.
"Hey, Jojo."
"Spike, be nice," Nyx pouted. "Oz is my friend."
"Thought you had better taste then Red's mongrel, pet."
"Ignore him, he's an arsehole. I'm Vortigern," the mutant introduced himself.
"And he's mine!" Nyx declared.
"No, mine." Spike flashed yellow eyes at her. "Do we really wanna fight about this, pet?"
"Spike, I could kick your ass back in the 70's, and it still hasn't changed."
Oz
Oz nodded.
Devon looked over at him. "That was intense. For a second there I thought you were going to make an expression."
"I felt one coming on, I won't lie to you."
Nyx and Vortigern
Spike chuckled slightly. "I only met 'im a couple of times, and even I could tell ya he don't let on what he's thinking."
"You know, he is standing right there," Vortigern pointed out.
"Don't bother me none, luv. Mutt knows what I think of 'im. Ya have good taste in women, I'll give ya that much." Spike grinned, before sauntering off with Vortigern. "Red always was a looker. Even back in high school."
"Nice meeting you two, anyway!" Vortigern called back. Spike's hand was firmly plastered to the young man's ass as they walked away. Nyx shook her head fondly.
"Rooms!" She started walking off. "Do ya mind sharing?"
Oz
Oz shook his head.
"You know, she can't see that," Devon said to Oz.
Oz shrugged.
"And no, we don't mind sharing," Devon said, following behind quickly to catch up.
Nyx and Logan
"Goodo!" Nyx bounced down the corridor. Logan shook his head slightly. "I can feel the disapproving glances from here, Logan, so don't even!"
"Even what?" Logan called back.
"Just, *don't*!" Nyx settled down to walking normally. "Anyway. Room." She opened a door to show a room with two single beds in it and usual furnishings. A door at the back was open slightly, showing a small bathroom. "Here's your room. S'ok?"
"Looks shibby, Nyxcat." Devon laid an arm over her shoulder and looked inside. "Looks damn fine. Better then the place the other guys are staying. What do you think Oz?"
Oz
"Suits me just find. I'm easy to please."
"Was that... two sentences in a row?" Devon asked melodramatically.
Oz nodded. "Shall we get some pot?"
"And another sentence! Nyxcat, the world must be ending!"
Oz put his bag and guitar case down near the bigger bed he'd chosen.
"What if I'd wanted that bed, man?" Devon asked.
"Territorial."
"You're lucky."
Nyx and Logan
"YEAH! Let's go get stooooooned." Nyx shook her hair out as she danced around, then spun into Logan. "I wonder how pot works on you?"
"Not well," Logan said shortly. "Enhanced healing factor, remember?"
"Ooooh, yeaaaahhh. Show them the claw thing! It's so cool!"
"You, are a brat."
"Do it, do it!" Nyx wriggled up his body and claimed his mouth for a hungry kiss. He raised his eyebrows at her then with an affronted sigh, slid his claws out of one hand.
"Happy now?"
"Yes! See, shiny..." Nyx tapped one with her fingernail and Logan watched her with a patronising expression. "Shiiiiinnnyyyy..."
Oz
Oz's eyebrows raised at Logan's claws and Devon cheered tirumphantly.
"An expression! He made an expression!"
Oz nodded. "yes, can we go get the pot now?"
"Expression!"
Nyx and Logan
Nyx giggled, watching her reflection in the claws. "Pooooooor Oz...ok, bored now." She snapped her fingers at Devon and Oz. "Let's get that pot now." The claws slid back inside Logan's hand and he flexed his hand slightly.
"Whoa, dude..." Devon watched the skin heal over almost instantly. "Does that hurt?"
"Every time. Every single time." Logan looked down at Nyx. "Don't take my bike."
"Why would I want your bike? My bike is such the coolest bike!" Nyx flipped him off. "And we'll take one of the cars."
"Stay out of Scott's way."
"Oh, god yes. Whine, whine, nag, nag, naggety nag. Pfffttt." Nyx made a face. "I just wanna get high."
"Ok. Well, that's all sorted, let's go!" Devon said happily.
"Ya betcha, sweetie! C'mon!" Nyx took Devon's hand and started dragging him off. "See ya, sexy!"
"See ya, darlin'." Logan nodded at Oz and then turned on his heel and left.
"OZ! Hurry your behind, wolfie!"
Oz
Oz casually nodded and sauntered out after them. They went down to the garage and Oz whistled.
"Nice cars."
"Yeah, can we take one?" Devon asked, bouncing slightly at the thought of a good car and pot.
Nyx
Nyx laid her head along the bonnet of one of the cars, stroking it with a hand. "This is Scott's baby. He said if I touched it again, he'd find out how many ways he could skin a cat. Wanna take it for a spin? I *adore* pissing Scottie boy off." The car in question was a blue Rx8 Mazda. Nyx wiggled her ass in the air. "Let's annoy the living hell out of our Fearless Leader."
Oz
Oz nodded and Devon bounced again. "Let's go for it, man! I wanna take this bad boy out." He paused. "Ok, I know how bad that sounded."
Oz nodded again. "Yeah. You driving, Nyxie?"
Nyx
"Do ya wanna take Scotty's baby for a spin? Mainly I'm doing this cos his wife pisses me off something shocking, oh, and he annoys me for some general reason." Nyx dangled the keys in front of Devon and the guy grabbed them.
"Let's go, guys!"
"SHOTGUN!" Nyx opened the passanger door and jumped in. "I was gonna pay my child support, and then I got high!" She sang.
Oz
Oz hopped in the back and leant back against the seat, then realised it was Devon driving, so he held on for dear life as Devon started the car.
And backed out of the garage. The over the gutter. Then knocked over a sign in the yard. Then someone's letterbox.
Eventually, Devon managed to drive into the city. He parked the car and raised an eyebrow happily. "Best car ever."
Oz nodded as he got out of the car. "Ok, I'll drive home."
Devon grinned as he looked at the huge scratch across the front of the car. "Hmmm, that wasn't there before."
Nyx
Nyx almost cackled as she got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. "Oh, he's gonna be sooooo pissed." She hooked her arm in Devon's and started walking. "C'mon, sweetie, let us go find the sweet leaf of the marijuana plant. And smoke it."
"Oz, you have got to drive this car!" Devon said to his friend. "It is just fantastic!"
Oz
They walked down a few streets till they found Devon's usual NY dealer. Devon walked over and high fived him.
"Hey man, can ya?"
"Sureeeeee, how much you want?"
"A lot."
"More than usual?"
"Yep."
Devon paid the guy and received his stuff and headed back over to Nyx and Oz. "Shall we get going?"
Oz nodded and led them back to the car. He hopped into the drivers seat and took the keys from Devon.
Nyx
Nyx crawled into the backseat with Devon and lay with her head in his lap as they gossiped.
"You know, Devvy sweetie...you really need to start learning how to actually play."
"I can sing. And I write the songs."
"There's a kid at the mansion who writes and plays his own music. He's pretty good...but depressing."
"I don't like depressing..."
They talked almost nonstop until Oz parked the car inside the garage. With a bit of a grin on her face, Nyx sauntered into the school, one arm around Devon's waist and the other around Devon's. "Let's get stoned. We'll do it in your room, since it will no doubt soon smell like that anyway."
"Cool, Nyxcat."
Oz
Oz led Devon and Nyz to their room, surprised that he actually remembered where it was without trouble and he flopped onto his bed.
"Dev."
Devon grinned and rolled Oz a joint and tossed it over to him.
Oz rifled through his pockets and found a lighter, and lit it up, sighing in contentment as he smoked.
Nyx
Nyx grinned as Devon handed her a joint, then lit up one for himself. With a flicker of fire summoned by magick, hers lit up and she drew it back into her lungs. "Mmmmhmmmm...your dealer's good."
"Yeah." Devon sat down on his bed and then kicked his shoes off. Nyx crawled up onto Oz's bed because it was bigger and sat with her back against the wall. "He's always got good weed..."
"And thank the godess for that." Nyx blew smoke at the ceiling. "I was stoned when I was talking to Oz. When you were all doooooown under the ground like rats. Or something."
Oz
Oz closed his eyes. "Yep."
Nyx
Nyx grabbed the bottle of him and tilted her head back
as she drank. She passed it back. "You have got to
meet Sergei. He turns water into vodka. Scott couldn't
work out where the hell he was getting all the vodka
from. And Sergei, he is Russian, da? Oh, and captured
by the government and used as a labrat for two years.
He is good to talk to."
"Shit, Nyxcat...what the hell is up with you people?"
Devon rolled his head loosely around on his neck.
"Bah. Governments. Always there with the kidnapping
and experimenting...bad bad people."
Oz
Oz grinned and blew a smoke ring above his head.
He gazed contentedly at his work.
"We should stay for awhile."
Devon nodded his agreement. "Hear hear!"
Nyx
"Yes! Stay! I can not be a teacher!"
"You're a teacher, Nyx?" Devon looked at her.
"Yeah huh. I teach physical defence and demon
identification." Nyx beamed, then sank down lower onto
the bed.
"Sounds cool..."
"I get to beat people up and I get paid for it. What's
not to love?"
Oz
Oz gave her a thumbs up and slid down so he was lying down
completely. He looked over at Nyx and smiled.
"Nyx, are there any good looking single girls here?" he asked.
Devon perked up. "Good question, man!"
Nyx
"More single guys then girls, I don't know why..." Nyx
frowned.
"Nyyyyxxx, that totally sucks."
"I would agree. Maybe some of them will break up with
their boyfriends and or significant others?"
"Here's hoping. Hey, Oz man, pass us that vodka."
Oz
Oz took another swig and screwed the cap back on. He tossed it to
Devon, who tried to drink with the cap still on.
"Nyx, it's not working!"
Oz chuckled and took another puff of his joint.
Nyx
Nyx giggled, then slowly slid off the end of the bed
and kinda lunged in Devon's direction. She collapsed
over his legs and started laughing hysterically before
crawling up and uncapping the bottle from him. "Here."
Then she took it back and slugged back a good few
mouthfuls. "Here, really." She handed it to Devon and
cuddled into his side.
"Nyx...I love you, you're such a nice girl." Devon
ruffled her hair and Nyx purred.
"Tankies, Devvie sweetie babe."
Oz
Oz chuckled and reached over for another joint. He lit it up and
sighed in bliss as he lay back against his pillows.
"Been awhile since we had a bed."
"You mean a comfortable one, right, Oz?" Devon asked, still
snuggling with Nyx.
"Hmm."
"Damn, I thought I was gonna get another sentence. You do talk a lot
more when you're stoned."
Nyx
"Yeah...I remember once I had a realllllllly long
conversation with Oz when he was stoned. Do you
remember, Oz? We talked about...stuff...." Nyx made a
loopy gesture with her hand and Devon laughed.
"You are sooooo stoned, Nyxcat."
"Wasn't that the point?"
Oz
Oz grinned. "Yeah, I remember that. It was fun!"
Devon made a face of mock horror. "Did we get a variation in tone?
Yay!" He threw the vodka back to Oz.
Oz unscrewed the cap and stood the bottle up on his stomach for a
second, then took a long swig.
Nyx
"Dededeeeeedeeeeeedeeeeeeeeee!" Nyx sang.
"Higher then a kite. You're so funny when you're
stoned, Nyx."
"I aim to please." She grinned devillishly. "I even
wore a collar for Logan."
"Tell, Nyx!"
"It had sparkly shiny things in it. Black leather. I
love leather."
Oz
Oz grinned. "Domesticated?"
Devon chuckled. "Do you have a kitty litter box too?"
Oz took a swig of vodka. "I want a girl."
"As opposed to a boy?"
"Shut up, Dev."
Nyx
"I am not either domesticated," Nyx sniffed. "And
what's wring with boys? They have ripply
muscles...hey, Dev, you actually have muscles!" Nyx
poked his arm.
Devon chuckled. "I started working out a bit."
"Can you do the ripply thing? Do the ripply thing!
Flex, flex!" Nyx cheered as he flexed his arm for her,
then they both started to giggle hysterically. "Flex,
flex, flex!"
Oz
Oz grinned then pouted. "Aw, I don't have muscles."
"Yeah, but you can turn yourself into a werewolf."
"Point."
NYx
"My wolfie! Mine, mine, mine..." Nyx chanted, clapping
her hands. "Mine, mine, mine..."
"You know, you really need to work on that."
"What, put collars on all of you? You'd look so cute
with a collar on, Devvie sweetie. You too, Oz. Red
leather for Devvie, and black with spikes for my
wolfie."
Oz
"At least my collar sounds manly," Oz said.
Devon stuck his tongue out. "No collars. For either of us. Oz
already wears nail polish."
"So?"
"Nothing."
Nyx
"You'd look so cute, Devvie," Nyx wheedlod.
"Nyx, I'd havta be a lot more stoned then I am to even
consider it."
"For me?" She gazed at him with limpid soulful eyes
filled with an inexpressable sadness.
"Oz, make her stop looking at me like that! OZ!"
Oz
Oz shrugged.
"Hey, not my fault if you cave under that look."
He toked on his joint.
"Yeah, goodo."
Nyx
"NO! I am not wearing a collar!" Nyx sighed in a heartbroken
fashion. "No. Read my lips, Nyxcat, N-O. No collars for the lead
singer of 'Dingoes ate my baby'. And Oz? You cave plenty under the
kitty pitiful stare of ultimate humilation. Remember?" Devon turned
to look at Oz, and fell off the bed. Nyx giggled and bent so she
looked down on Devon.
"Man, you *are* wasted." Devon blinked up at her from his position on
the floor.
Oz
Oz giggled hysterically at the sight of Devon on the floor.
"Yeah, probably."
He rubbed his chin.
"I don't want a collar either. This is one wolf who'll never be
house trained."
Nyx
"Keep telling yourself that, wolfie. You know I own
you." Nyx laid out on her stomach and trailed her
hands alongside Devon's shoes. "You have really cool
shoes, Devvie."
"I do?"
"Yep." Silence for a moment. "C'mon, wear the
collars...please?"
"No. No collars."
Nyx quavered another sigh, and even sniffed slightly.
Oz
Oz shook his head. "No."
Devon nodded. "Yeh, your tears have no power here."
Nyx
"I seem to remember them having a lot of power. I just
need to get you reaccustomed to doing my bidding." Nyx
nodded slightly. "Ever gonna get off the floor,
Devvie?"
"I don't know...the floor's kinda cool. It might get
lonely if I left it."
Oz
Oz took a deep breath, and then reached for another joint.
"I can see through timeeeeeeee," he murmured.
Devon rolled over onto his stomach on the floor. "You are so stoned.
But aren't we all?"
Nyx
"Hands! I have hands!" Nyx stared at her hands in rapture.
"Whooooaaa...so do I! Hey, Oz, duuuuude, do you have hands?"
Oz
Oz frowned.
"Noooo, I don't! I have... whoa, claws!"
He watched as his hands transformed into his werewolf claws.
Nyx
"Whooooaaaa, so do I!" Nyx's claws shot out of her hands and she
waved them lazily. "Devvie, sweetie, do you think Oz would look
better without s shirt?"
"Nooooo. Take your shirt off."
"Noooooo. Logan would dismember you."
"I've seen your chest before. Is it still as good?"
"You bet your ass my boobs are still good!" Nyx said in
indignation. "And no, I'm not taking my shirt off!"
Oz
Oz transformed into a werewolf completely, then turned back. He
looked down. "Ooh, naked."
He pulled some pants from his bag and a bowling shirt and dressed.
Nyx
"Wolfie, wolfie, wolfie!" Nyx giggled some more. "*My* wolfie."
"You are so possessive."
"MINE!" Nyx fell out of the bed and sprawled over Devon. The two of
them started to laugh even harder.
Oz
"You know what we should do? Bake something. Like a cake," Oz said,
nodding his head.
"Or cookies!" Devon grinned.
"But I don't know how to bake."
"Neither. But maybe we could call in for some delivery cookie cake."
"Or cake cookies!"
Oz and Devon cracked up laughing.
Nyx
"Let's go bake something!" Nyx said excitedly. "We can make hash
cookies, and I can corrupt all the children here further. Heck, Sabre
already gave two of the girls some dreamgum."
"Dreamgum?" Devon asked.
"Something he gets from a hell dimension. I don't want to know what
it really is. Makes you high, like the sky. Hey, let's go outside and
look at clouds." She bounced.
Oz
Oz took another toke. He looked through his bag slowly.
"What are ya looking for, man?" Devon asked.
"My car."
"You don't own one."
"Oh."
"What can we bake? I'm already pretty baked!"
Nyx
"COOKIES!" Nyx screeched.
"Ow, Nyxcat, tone it down." Devon winced.
"COOKIES! COOKIES! COOKIES! I'm hungry. Let's go find munchies!" Nyx
bounced and then pounced on Oz. "Feed me!"
Oz
Oz lay here for a second then closed his eyes, taking another puff
of his joint.
"Why don't we call for cookies."
"Yeah, I don't wanna leave here," Devon put in.
Nyx
"No problemo!" Nyx got up and swayed over to the door. "YO! I need
coooooookies!" Nyx carolled.
"Yeah, what she said!" Devon called about.
Oz
"Coooookies!" Devon cried.
"And nachos!" Oz put in.
Devon laughed. "Whoo yeah! Nachos!"
Nyx
"Coookies and nachoooooos!" Nyx sang. "We need snacks cos we got da
munchies! Munchies!"
"God, that is such a funny word," Devon giggled. "Munchies..."
"No one is appearing with bountiful gifts of food, guys!" Nyx said in
dismay, and she sniffed slightly.
"Aw, don't cry Nyxcat! Someone bring this kitty some food!" Devon
cried out. "She's huuuuungry. And so are we."
Oz
Oz frowned. "Fooood for the belly!"
He reached into his bag and found some bags of packaged cookies. He
tossed one to Nyx and one to Devon.
"Cookies!" he said proudly.
They all munched happily on their cookies, smoked their pot happily
and got steadily more high and more drunk.