“This is stupid!” Jean-Paul grumbles as he yanks a comb out of Shiro’s hand.
“This again?” Shiro snatches it back.
Both men were standing in various shades of undress as they wander around Shiro’s room, trying to get ready. Jean-Paul’s hair was slicked back with cool wet water, with a pair of pants unzipped around his waist. Shiro’s red shirt was unbuttoned, he tried to wrap the brass buttons through the holes with his free hand.
Shiro went back to running the smooth dark comb through his hair. “I don’t see why you feel the need to steal my comb, I got you your own set.”
“Yes, but now I can’t find them.” Jean-Paul snatches it back from him.
“I don’t know what’s with you, but you need to knock it off.” Shiro finishes buttoning his shirt. “We have to be out of here in less than an hour.”
Jean-Paul sighs. “Can't you just go by yourself?”
“Considering that this is a double-date, no Northstar, I can't just go by myself.” Shiro wraps his arms around his chest.
CLICK!
The wooden comb rolls against Shiro’s dresser, knocking into the mirror.
“Don’t call me that!” Jean-Paul snaps as he walks over to the bed where he laid his shirt.
“Don't make me angry and I won't call you that.” Shiro reaches over Jean-Paul’s outstretched arm and grabs a pair of white pants.
Jean-Paul tosses his arms through his shirt. “Please if anyone's making anyone angry, it's you to me. I can't believe you agreed to this without asking me first.”
“I did ask you.”
“When?”
“Last night.” Shiro says. “I said Sean asked if we could go on a double date with him and John tomorrow and you said “Sounds fine.”
“I did not say that.” Jean-Paul tells him. “Regardless, you didn’t remind me to get ready until an hour before hand.”
“We’re going.” Shiro zips up his pants. “End of discussion.”
“This sucks.” Jean-Paul walks over to Shiro’s mirror and studies himself in it. His tongue licks against his teeth at the sight of something green sticking in-between them.
“Do I really have to do this?” He asks.
I hang out with your friends all the time, I don't see why you can't hang around mine.” Shiro asks him.
Sunfire and Banshee were the unlikeliest of friends. However after running into the screaming mutant in the middle of Memphis and later visiting Graceland with him. Shiro found Sean the more tolerable of his teammates. They regularly exchanged music. Shiro passing Sean records be bought during his visits to Japan and some of Sean’s records stood on Shiro’s nightstand. A broken Muddy Waters’ record was stuck inside his damaged turn table.
“Alpha Flight aren't my friends.” Jean-Paul mutters.
Mac and the rest of his merry band of Canadian superheroes, might have believed that Jean-Paul and his sister had some sense of loyalty to them after the year they spent on Alpha Flight, but the speedster felt otherwise. He made a point to show it every time Logan or Mac showed up to conscript the twins into missions.
“Then why are they always here?” Shiro yanks a comb through his hair. “I need to cut this.”
“Why would you want to do that.” Jean-Paul reaches over to run a hand through Shiro’s long dark locks, but Shiro moves out of the way. “It looks so nice.”
“Because it’s a nightmare to brush and it gets everywhere.” Shiro gestures to his shoulders where the mane ends. “It’s going to be a liability when fighting.”
“I can ask Jeanne-Marie if she has any ponytail holders.” Jean-Paul tugs down his shirt. “How do I look?”
Shiro glances at Jean-Paul’s outfit from the corner of his eye. “Please tell me that’s not the shirt you’re wearing.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Jean-Paul glances to Shiro and then back at the mirror.
“It’s hideous.” Shiro lifts up the comb only for it to vanish from his hands.
CLACK!
It bounces off the wall, onto the floor, one of the teeth becoming loose.
“Hey!” Shiro shouts as Jean-Paul marches out the bedroom door.
John gives a low groan as he runs his hands down his shirt. The walls of his bedroom rattle, as he listens to the telltale sign of Shiro’s door slamming shut. This is quickly followed by Jean-Paul’s thick Québécoise accent screaming at him as Shiro lets out a series of swears, before Jean-Paul’s bedroom door slams shut. Even then through the walls he can hear them continue their argument.
They hadn’t even made it out the door and they already started.
John stares at himself in the mirror.
The fanciest dinner he had ever been at was Olive Garden for his great-grandfather’s eighty sixth birthday. Even then John was nine years old and wasn’t expected to dress fancy.
The fabric of dress shirt’s never agreed with his skin. The sandy fabric rubbing against his skin. John glances down at the plain white cotton shirt he was wearing, along with a pair of soft brown pants, with a dark belt.
Maybe he should pair it with a sweater?
“Well don’t you look nice!”
John jumps at the sound of his door clicking open, in the corner of his eye he could see Sean walk up to him.
“This isn’t that different from what I usually wear.” John tells him as Sean wraps his arms around him.
“Well that’s because you always look nice.” Sean’s head nuzzles in the side of John’s neck. Cold nose brushing against warm skin.
“I’m already your boyfriend, you don’t need to charm me.” John shrugs as Sean’s lips dig into the skin of his neck. John flinches slightly. Sean takes the hint and move his lips to John’s cheek.
“You deserve to be charmed.” Sean continues his barrage of kisses as he messes with John’s belt.
“We’re leaving in five minutes.” John takes Sean’s hands off his belt. “Maybe later.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long.” Sean leans against him, blond locks rolling against John’s big shoulders.
“Listen if you want to call this whole thing off to stay in, I’m more than happy to do that.” John adds a laugh to the end of the sentence, but he’s not joking.
Sean sighs. “I know you were hesitant about this at first—”
“I don't think hesitant is a strong enough word.”
The words that exited John’s mouth when Sean came into their room a few night’s prior and announced that he had talked Jean-Paul and Shiro into going on a double date with them were:
“Why do you hate me?”
John didn’t mind going out. Granted he’d prefer a bookstore or a boxing gym to a restaurant, but if their date had been with Storm and Stevie or Jimmy and Terry he would actually be looking forward to it.
But sitting next to Shiro and Jean-Paul for two whole hours, as the screamed, bickered, and cursed at each other? John was pretty sure most people would consider that torture.
“But I appreciate you coming.” Sean finishes.
“Remind me again why you’re friends with Shiro?” John mutters.
Listen, he liked that Sean had friends. Sean having friends was great. It gave Sean someone to hang out with while John’s attention was fully attuned to his book and Sean wouldn’t be lonely whenever John made the trek down to Arizona.
But Shiro Yoshida, really?
Sean shrugs. “He has good taste in music.”
John detaches himself, from his boyfriend and makes his way over to his closet. “I suppose I do owe you one after dragging you on that date with Aurora and her ex-boyfriend.”
“Exactly, so no matter how bad this date is, it can never be worse than that.” Sean assures him.
“It’s Jean-Paul and Shiro.” John slips the sweater over his shoulders. “I wouldn’t count on it.”
He turns to Sean and gives him a soft smile. “How do I look?”
Sean pulls John forward by the red sleeve of his sweater. “Fantastic.”
He pulls John in for a kiss, which is happily accepted.
CRASH!
They break apart at the sound of something slamming in the room next door.
“I cannot believe you!”
“Give me that back!”
“No!”
Sean wraps his fingers through John’s. “Let’s get out of here.”
It’s seven fifteen, Sean’s stomach is growling, and he and John have been waiting for Jean-Paul and Shiro at the bottom of the stairs for almost a half hour.
Sean whistles and glances at his watch. They were supposed to leave at seven and it was almost eight.
“What is taking them so long?” He grumbles.
John shrugs. “If they're not down in the next five minutes, I say we go and enjoy this date by ourselves.”
Sean nods, that honestly wasn’t a bad idea.
However, how does that saying go? Speak of the devil and he shall appear. At those words, there was the sound of a door rocking on it’s hinges, followed by a string of loud Japanese, as Jean-Paul and Shiro made their way down the staircase.
“Bâtard!”
“You could’ve a lest changed your shirt…”
“I don’t take fashion advice from someone who wears a sack on his head!”
As the two men near the bottom of the staircase, Sean sighs. “What are you two fighting about this time?”
Shiro points at Jean-Paul. “He broke one of my new combs!”
Jean-Paul glares at him. “You tore apart my closet!”
“You ungrateful, lying, little—”
“You act like I broke it on purpose—”
“You tore it out of my hand and throw it at the wall!”
“Well if you weren’t such a—”
“If you call me that one more time, I promise—”
John throws his hands up. “You know what never mind!”
He walks towards the door. “Let’s just go.”
The rest of the group follow him onto the front lawn. Jean-Paul and Shiro take to the skies as Sean hoists John by his waist, John covers his ears as Sean let’s out a shriek blasting them upwards.
He’s not nearly as fast as Jean-Paul nor Shiro, who move through the air trying to outpace each other.
Sean calls out towards them. “So where are we going?”
He and John didn’t go out to eat much, often just enjoying each other’s company at the kitchen counter. As a result, he wasn’t sure what restaurants were near the school.
“And can it be somewhere quiet!” John adds.
“I know a place that serves great shrimp scampi.” Jean-Paul says. “It’s near Stevie’s dance stud—watch where you’re going!” He cries as Shiro nearly knocks into him.
“Me? You’re the one treating the sky as if you own it.”
“At least I can fly forward without knocking myself into a tree.”
“That was one time!”
Sean sighs and looks down at his boyfriend who is wearing an equally pained expression.
At least he wouldn’t be alone in this.
Shiro glances at the menu for less than a second before declaring. “All of this looks terrible.”
Jean-Paul gives a sharp sigh. “Do you have to start up now?”
“You're the one that recommended this place.”
“You’re being picky and suddenly it's my fault?”
Shiro crosses his arms. “Why couldn't we go to the place I actually like?”
Jean-Paul knew what restaurant Shiro was referring to. The White Horse, which resided a few streets down. As much as he preferred The White Horse, it also regularly employed live bands over the weekends, and the crowds were known for getting rowdy.
Which was a shame because Jean-Paul always felt that their Shrimp Scampi was superior to the one he was planning on ordering.
“Because John said we needed to go someplace quiet and this is quiet.” Jean-Paul tells him.
He glances at Shiro’s menu and points to a salad covered with cucumbers, sharp peppers, orange sauce, and spices, mixed with cool chicken. “Just get that.”
Shiro huffs. “And if I don't like it?”
Jean-Paul groans and goes back to his menu. “Then I'll eat it.”
Shiro snatches the menu out of Jean-Paul’s hand. “Well what am I going to eat?”
Jean-Paul grabs it back. “If you don't like it order something else.”
“I don't want to pay for two meals." Shiro snaps.
Jean-Paul tosses on the table, it clacks against his water glass. “I'll pay for it then!”
John suppresses a sigh as his dark eyes dart up to the celling.
Five minutes.
They lasted five minutes in a restaurant before those two were at each other’s throats.
He tries to drown out Jean-Paul and Shiro’s bickering playing connect the dots with the celling tiles. Trying to make a cow out of the splattered dots.
Sean rests a comforting hand on John’s back and gives him a smile. He then gestures to the waitress whose watching Jean-Paul and Shiro’s fight, unsure if she should say anything.
“Shiro, did you get a chance to listen to those records I leant you?” He gives a smile, as if nothing is happening.
“I got a chance to listen to half of one,” Shiro’s voice is calm, but his eyes shoot a glare at Jean-Paul. “But someone ran into the record player and broke it!”
“You act like I did it on purpose.” Jean-Paul huffs.
“You did do it on purpose.”
Shiro was well aware about Jean-Paul’s feelings towards his friendship with Sean. If it were up to his boyfriend, Shiro wouldn’t speak to anyone but him. To which Jean-Paul would respond: “As if you wouldn’t have it that same way.” And bring up the time he almost melted Bobby after the ice powered mutant eyed Jean-Paul when he rejoined the team.
Which was Shiro’s point exactly, it was different. Sean was in a committed relationship with John and had been for almost a year. Jean-Paul and Shiro although having dated for almost three years, were constantly splitting up. Shiro didn’t think they had made it a solid six months before Jean-Paul declared he wanted nothing to do with Shiro. Only to start again a few weeks later.
At the time they were teetering on that six month mark and Shiro didn’t want Bobby to ruin it.
Not that it mattered.
A week after the fact he and Jean-Paul broke up again.
Sean stares as the two men continue their argument, he glances back at the waitress. “Can you start me off with a glass of whiskey?” He asks.
“Make that two.” John adds.
By the time their meals get there, Jean-Paul and Shiro mellow out. They don’t talk just glare over each other’s plates as they aggressively chew their food.
Sean brazenly tries to bring up another topic of conversation as he cuts through his steak.
“So, Shiro how was your visit back home?” He asks.
“It was nice,” Shiro swallows. “I got to see my cousin.”
Sean smiles. “How's Mariko doing?”
He remembers Shiro’s cousin from the time, the X-Men ended up in Japan assisting victims of a vicious earthquake. She was rather nice, which was odd considering she was related to Shiro.
Maybe she was adopted.
Jean-Paul’s head spins around towards Shiro. “So Sean's got to meet your family and I haven't?”
Shiro lets out a frustrated groan and tugs at his hair. “Can you not?"
Realizing he’s made an error, Sean swallows, but tries so sooth it over by reaching over to the wine bottle to refill Jean-Paul’s drink. “It was when we ended up in Japan during Christmas-
“You don't have to make excuses for him Sean,” Jean-Paul leans back in his chair, blue eyes icily pointed at his boyfriend. “I know what Shiro thinks of me.”
“We have had this conversation twenty times.” Shiro’s voice digs. “I'm not doing it again, let alone here.”
“I'm embarrassed of you,” Shiro huffs and rolls his eyes. “There I admit it!
“Go to hell!” Jean-Paul screams.
This causes head to turn towards their table, John swoops his hair over his head to hide his face.
“Will it get me away from you?” Shiro sasses back.
Jean-Paul leans back, breath hitching, as he prepares what John can only expect to be a very vicious insult.
John jumps up from his seat, nearly knocking his chair over. His glasses rattle together. “I have to use the bathroom.” He announces and darts away before anyone can say anything.
Sean slowly gets up out of his chair. “I also have to use the bathroom.” He declares.
Without another word he sprints after John.
John shuts off the water faucet as he wriggles his hands over the sink. “Is it wrong if we climb out the window and leave them with the cheque?” He stares at the series of small windows which sit on top of the bathroom wall.
“It's not a bad idea.” Sean thinks wondering if they can manage to squeeze through them. “I'm sorry for dragging you into this.”
“It's not your fault.” John grabs a handful of paper towels out of the dispenser. “Besides as bad as this has been the double date with Aurora was way worse.”
Sean shudders as a series of revolting memories run through his mind. “Don't remind me.”
As bad as that date was, he and John can still look back at it and laugh. However Sean doesn’t think there’s anything he can say that was remarkably funny about this dinner.
He stares at John, trying to hide his disappointment.
If there’s something Sean can say about his love life. It was always a whirlwind. He had fallen in love with so many people. Fooled around, found out. Broke a few hearts, gotten his own broken in turn. Loved and lost.
Everyone of Sean’s affairs had been flashy and dramatic. Heightened tensions, brought down by cooling passion. Those loves ran ragged until they couldn’t stand.
However the thing about those big sweeping stories was that at the end of the day, the burned too bright to last for long.
He doesn’t want his relationship with John to be like those.
He wants this to be gentle. For them to never face each other and feel as if their relationship was seconds from blowing over. He wants this relationship to be a place of refuge for the both of them. A place where they can hang up their superhero suits and relax in each other’s arms after a long day.
Sean wants that and he wants that forever.
John tosses the paper towels into the trash can and walks over to Sean. HE leans over and kisses the side of his face. “Look let's just tell them I got a text from Jimmy, and he needs us to pick him and Terry up. We'll pay the cheque and get out of here as quickly as possible.”
Sean smiles and moves a strand of hair out of John’s face. “One condition...” He murmurs.
John’s big dark eyes stare back at him. “Yes?”
“You'll let me pay for your food.”
John smiles. “Ok.”
Sean kisses him, their lips brushing together softly and they pull apart.
“Let's get out of here—”
There was a loud crash from the next room, causing the floor to shake. A series of screams followed, and the sounds of destruction continues to play out.
Sean pressed his fingers to his forehead. “Oh my god!”
John let out a similar groan. “What are they doing now?”
And they raced into the dining room.
To their surprise and ultimate relief it wasn’t Jean-Paul and Shiro who were making a mess of the dining room. Rather the two of them were rushing people towards the doors, lifting fallen tables, and shielding the patrons and staff from the onslaught.
However, Sean’s heart soon sank when he realized who was causing it.
Standing behind the table was a large man, with huge mussels, encased in red. He wore a large domed helmet and was smashing his fists into the wall.
Laughing manically next to him was man with dark swooping hair, a large bushy beard, wearing a dark purple and red suit with a pointed collar. His blue eyes staring directly at Sean.
“Glad you could join us, Sean.” He smirks sinisterly. “I was beginning to threat you left us.”
“Hello Tom.” Sean greets his cousin coldly. “I see you brought Cain with you.”
He glances at as the Juggernaut tosses a table around the floor, nailing it into the wall.
“Well it is date night.” Tom says. “It'd be wrong if I didn’t bring him.”
“You’re idea of a date night is crashing mine?” Sean asks.
“Yes.” Tom gives a wave to John. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Thunderbird.”
“The name's Proudstar,” John says. “And I can’t say the same for you.”
“Who are these people?” Jean-Paul and Shiro land next to them.
“My evil cousin.” Sean gestures to Tom. “And his just as evil boyfriend.”
Shiro nods. “He doesn’t seem like much.”
“Unfortunately, Sunfire, Tom’s mighty powerful.” Sean glares at his cousin. “With his stick he can generate blasts powerful enough to concuss a man.” His eyes glance around the room. “Speaking of which where is it?”
Tom laughs as he glances at his empty hands. “What do you know I seem to have left it at home.” He gives an exaggerated shrug. “Seems you’ve bested me, Sean. Except…Cain!”
Marko also lets out a laugh as he reaches over to the table he had just been throwing around and rips off one of its legs. He tosses it to his partner who catches it with ease.
“You have good taste Sean, what’s this real mahogany?”
With a flick of his wrist, a beam shoots out of the table leg and knocks into Sean’s chest. He flies backwards knocking into the wall.
“Sean!” John rushes over to him.
Sean lets out a low groan as John helps him up. “Are you alright?”
Tom laughs as Cain stomps over to him, the room shaking.
“Alright darling, I’ll give you first pick.” He says.
“Gladly.” Cain’s dark eyes roam through the four men in front of him. “Eenie miney, miney, you!”
Cain grabs Shiro by the front of his shirt with a laugh.
“What do you say, hotshot?” He tosses Shiro backwards. “Want to go?”
Shiro nearly falls into the restaurant’s patio screen but manages to stop himself.
Flames burst through his arms, burning freshly though his shirt and he rushes towards the Juggernaut with a scream.
“You think you can take me!” Shiro punches Cain squarely in the nose, causing the giant to fall back. “I am Sunfire! Japan’s Number One Superhero!”
“That title would mean something if you weren’t Japan’s only superhero!” Jean-Paul calls as he races around Cain.
He’s not going as fast as he would like, the restaurant is small and boxy, which means Jean-Paul has to be careful not to knock into any walls.
Even at this slower speed, Cain struggles to keep up with him, knocking over chairs and decorations as his large hands grab for Jean-Paul. Missing the blur as he darts around.
Cain lets out a frustrated groan, as Shiro sends a flame towards him. He manages to dodge it by inches.
“Urgh!”
Cain grabs Shiro by the hair. Yanking the strands hard as Shiro struggles to fly out of his grasp.
“So this is Japan’s best and brightest.” Cain chuckles. “I might have to visit someday, if I only have to face down a matchstick like you.”
“Get your hands off my man!”
Jean-Paul flies forward, knocking into Cain. He groans as he releases Shiro. Not before using his other fist and smashing it against Jean-Paul’s head.
The speedster’s head bangs against the exposed brick wall. He moans as the room spins around him knocking him off his feet.
Before he can hit the sharp wooden floors, Shiro rushes forward and grabs onto him.
“Steady.” Shiro grabs Jean-Paul’s arm and wraps it around his neck. “Careful, you’re going to fall over.”
“I can stand.” Jean-Paul grunts, knowing full well that’s a lie. The restaurant lights blind his vision, his head feels like it’s been pressed miles underwater, his face aches.
Cain lunges towards them and Shiro sends a blast of heat towards him. It knocks the Juggernaut backward and into the wall.
The table Cain smashed, pins him to the dry plaster as he struggles to get out.
Shiro gives him a sharp smile, and his dizzy state Jean-Paul does his best to imitate it.
“You okay?” Shiro asks him.
“I’m fine.” Jean-Paul unwraps his arm from Shiro. “Just a little dizzy…”
He slides downwards and Shiro catches him again and pins him to his warm chest.
“I think I should stay here for a moment.” Jean-Paul says.
“Yeah.” Shiro adds.
Jean-Paul’s eyes dart every which way as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. His skin is flushed a deep red and sweat runs down his messy head onto his face.
Shiro smiles and without thinking presses a kiss to his forehead.
Jean-Paul smiles and Shiro pulls him closer.
John tries his best to dodge the blasts coming out of Tom’s table leg. As Sean’s soars above him.
“I must say Sean you have good taste.” Tom says. “Your boyfriends one hell of a fighter.”
John dodges another blast rolling underneath it and taking shelter behind the bar which is thankfully made of marble.
Sean let’s out another sonic scream, which has zero affect on his cousin before darting behind there with him.
“Why aren’t your screams working?” John asks.
“He has immunity.” Sean says. “Due to our relation neither Terry or I can take him down.”
John thinks for a moment. “Does that mean your immune to his concussive blasts?”
Sean shakes his head. “Yes.”
“Great, let’s get him and go home.” John jumps up and gets ready to run, but Sean grabs his shoulder.
“Sorry John, but I’m not letting you put yourself in danger.”
“Sean-”
“Johnny, trust me it’s for the best.”
He lets out a scream and John covers his ears. When he looks up Banshee’s on the other side of the room darting over Tom.
“I can’t believe you barged in on my date!” Sean scrams.
Tom laughs. “Admit it Sean, this is so much more fun!”
“I don’t even get what the point is!” Sean shouts. “You can’t hurt me and I can’t hurt you.”
“You have a point Sean; I can’t hurt you with this.” Tom waves the stick. “However…”
He raises his arms, a chair standing a few feet away from Sean unravels and wraps around his legs and body and yanks him down onto the floor.
Sean’s face smears against the ground and he groans as Tom lets out a laugh.
“You aren’t immune to everything.”
Tom leans over and gives a laugh at the sight of his cousin’s misfortune.
“I was right, this is so much more fun with me.” He leans back. “Alright Cain, if you’re done, I’m ready to-oh!”
Sean watches in surprise as Tom falls forward, glass from a broken bottle running through his hair. He glances up at John, who holds the bottle’s neck in his hand.
“You alright?” He leans over and breaks the wood with the ease one tears a piece of paper.
“Right as rain.” Sean tells him.
“So, I take it you don’t need me to kiss anything better.” John tells him.
“You know what, I seem to be feeling a spot of pain right about here.” Sean points to his lips.
“How convenient.” John laughs.
Nonetheless he obliges.
“The police are on their way!”
John and Sean break apart to see Shiro walk out of the main dining area with Jean-Paul wrapped in his arms.
“I suggest we go.”
John and Sean nod and follow him outside. John wraps his arms around Sean as his boyfriend lets out a yell and runs them up into the sky.”
“I can fly by myself.” Jean-Paul grumbles.
“The last time I let you do that you ran into a lamp post.” Shiro reminds him.
“It was one time and I wasn’t concussed I was drunk.” Jean-Paul closes his eyes and leans his head into Shiro’s neck.
John places his chin against Sean’s shoulder. “Let’s agree never to do this again.” He declares.
It's a complete and total disaster, filled with intense drama, fighting, bickering, and snarky remarks.
Exactly what you expect when four different X-Men go out in public.
However to be specific:
Getting ready:
Jean-Paul: This is stupid!
Shiro: This again?
Jean-Paul: Can't you just go by yourself?
Shiro: Considering that this is a double-date, no Northstar I can't just go by myself.
Jean-Paul: Don't call me that.
Shiro: Don't make me angry and I won't call you that.
Jean-Paul: Please if anyone's making anyone angry, it's you to me. I can't believe you agreed to this without asking me first.
Shiro: It was Sean's idea. He thought it be fun.
Jean-Paul: Well it isn't.
Shiro: I hang out with your friends all the time, I don't see why you can't hang around mine.
Jean-Paul: Alpha Flight aren't my friends.
Shiro: Then why are they always here?
Meanwhile:
Sean: I know you were hesitant about this at first-
John: I don't think hesitant is a strong enough word.
Sean: But I appreciate you coming.
John: Could you please remind me why you're friends with Shiro?
Sean: In spite of everything, he has good taste in music.
John: I suppose I do owe you one after dragging you on that date with Aurora and her ex-boyfriend.
Sean: Exactly, so no matter how bad this date is, it can never be worse than that.
John: It's Jean-Paul and Shiro, I wouldn't count on it.
Downstairs:
John and Sean are impatiently waiting.
Sean: What is taking them so long?
John: If they're not down in the next five minutes, I say we go and enjoy this date by ourselves.
Jean-Paul and Shiro emerge from the top of the stairs shouting and pushing each other.
Sean: What are you wo fighting about this time?
*overlapping argument*
John: You know what never mind, let's just go.
They're all in agreement that they're flying to the restaurant, as a result Sean has to carry John (not that John minds).
Jean-Paul and Shiro are still bickering.
At the dinner, some fancy place, that's still decently affordable:
Shiro: All of this looks terrible.
Jean-Paul: Do you have to start up now?
Shiro: You're the one that recommended this place.
Jean-Paul: Your being picky and suddenly it's my fault?
Shiro: Why couldn't we go to the place I actually like?
Jean-Paul: Because John said we needed to go some place quiet and this is quiet.
Jean-Paul points at the menu.
Jean-Paul: Just get that...
Shiro: And if I don't like it?
Jean-Paul: Then I'll eat it.
Shiro: Well what am I going to eat?
Jean-Paul: If you don't like it order something else.
Shiro: I don't want to pay for two meals!
Jean-Paul: I'll pay for it then!
John and Sean are watching this play out. John regrets coming, it's been five minutes and there's still two hours to go. He's playing connect the dots with the ceiling tiles to distract himself.
Sean trying to change the subject: Shiro, did you get a chance to listen to those records I leant you?
Shiro: I got a chance to listen to half of one, until someone ran into the record player and broke it.
Jean-Paul: You act like I did it on purpose.
Shiro: You did do it on purpose.
They start bickering again, John and Sean stare at the waitress awkwardly watching this whole thing play out.
Sean: Can you start me off with a glass of whiskey?
John: Make that two.
By the time the food comes, Shiro and Jean-Paul have stopped bickering and are glaring at each other over their plates. John and Sean don't want to say anything for fear that it triggers another argument.
Sean: So, Shiro how was your visit back home?
Shiro: It was nice, I got to see my cousin.
Sean: How's Mariko doing?
Jean-Paul: So Sean's got to met your family and I haven't?
Shiro: Urgh...
Sean: It was when we ended up in Japan during Christmas-
Jean-Paul: You don't have to make excuses for him Sean, I know what Shiro thinks of me.
Shiro: We have had this conversation twenty times, I'm not doing it again, let alone here.
Jean-Paul: You're embarrassed of me, just admit it.
Shiro: I'm embarrassed of you, there I admit it!
Jean-Paul: Go to hell!
Shiro: Will it get me away from you?
John: I have to use the bathroom.
*leaves*
Sean: I also have to use the bathroom.
Bathroom:
John: Is it wrong if we climb out the window and leave them with the cheque?
Sean: It's not a bad idea. I'm sorry for dragging you into this.
John: It's not your fault. Besides as bad as this has been the double date with Aurora was way worse.
Sean *shudders*: Don't remind me.
John kisses his cheek: Look, let's just tell them I got a text from Jimmy and he needs us to pick him and Terry up. We'll pay the cheque and get out of here as quickly as possible.
Sean: One condition...
John: Yes?
Sean: You let me pay for your food.
John: Ok.
Sean kisses him.
Sean: Let's get out of here-
*loud crashing from the dinning room*
Sean: Oh come on...
John: What are they doing now?
Dinning Room:
Sean and John are relived, that it's not Jean-Paul and Shiro who are making a mess of the dinning room but rather a group of villains.
It doesn't really matter who the villains are it can be any set of X-Men evildoers. However I think it would be funny if it was Black Tom Cassidy and the Juggernaut going on their own date night, which involves ruining Banshee's date night.
Jean-Paul: Who are these people?
Sean: My evil cousin and his boyfriend.
Shiro: Been there.
They fight Cain and Tom, manage to defeat them and quickly leave the ruined restaurant. Jean-Paul gets concussed which leads to Shiro having to carry him.
Jean-Paul: I can fly by myself.
Shiro: The last time I let you do that you ran into a lamp post.
Shiro picks him up, Jean-Paul complains but doesn't fight him.
