Scott and Bobby - Party On

[ax_cyclops]

Bobby decides to find the corner Scott is haunting and get him to actually talk to someone.

Aaaand there he was. As usual, Scott Summers was somehow in a crowd of people, standing completely alone.

There was something wrong with that, Bobby mused as he picked up a couple bottles of soda and headed in the other guy's direction. Actually, there were a lot of things wrong with that, considering that Scott was, after all, pretty okay.

A lousy Monopoly player, but still. Pretty okay.

"Y'know," Bobby observed as he handed Scott one of the bottles, "I'm pretty sure that tree would keep standing, even if you weren't leaning against it. I mean, I could be wrong? But it seems likely."

"You never know. Those trees can lie like no one's business." He accepted the bottle of soda.

"You've interacted with them before, then." Bobby nodded sagely. "I bow to your greater experience. He held up his bottle and bumped it against Scott's. "So, did someone drag you here? Because you look like you've been dragged."

Scott raised his bottle a hair, and then took a long sip. "I share a room with Worthington. I am beginning to wonder if the Professor meant it as motivation or as part of some kind of mind-game."

"A little from Column A, a little from Column B..." Bobby grinned. "The big question is, is it working?"

"No." Scott smirked, but conspiratorially rather than with any ill-intent. "I'm gonna get him lost in a Wal-Mart sometime. Wanna come?"

"Oooh yeah." Bobby smirked back. "I'm willing to bet he's never been in a Wal-Mart. If we take him to the back of the store, he'll wander the maze forever. Not that he disliked Warren, far from it, but he had to admit, it'd be hilarious.

Scott nodded. He knew Bobby would get it. It wasn't meant meanly, it would just be funny, and fun. Hell, even Warren would probably laugh. "So, I'm guessing you've actually socialized tonight?"

"I," Bobby said smugly, "am actually here with a date." He took a bow, because really? He figured that was bow-worthy.

Huh. Well. Scott knew Bobby was a good guy, so he supposed it wasn't shocking, but Bobby was also Bobby. "Does she know she's here with you?"

"Surprisingly, yes." Bobby grinned. "I'm still trying to figure out how that happened, myself."

"So, let me guess....Kitty Pryde?" Scott might be quiet, and anti-social, but he had eyes and ears and a brain, after all.

"Kitty," Bobby confirmed. He rubbed the back of his neck, then shrugged and smiled. "She got sick of waiting for me to make a move, and made one."

That...somehow made more sense. "Ah."

"Yeah." Bobby shrugged again, then took a drink from his soda. "How 'bout you? Anyone you're interested in?"

Scott snorted so hard, soda almost came out of his nose. "I'm not exactly a people person," he pointed out, as though Bobby didn't know that much already.

"Which...means you can't be interested in the opposite sex?" Bobby's eyebrows rose, and he grinned. "Or, y'know, the same sex. I'm not judging here."

Scott shrugged. "Explain to me the utility of attraction, and I'll explain why I don't care."

Oh, he had this! "Attraction causes endorphins, endorphins make you feel better, and if you feel better you can live longer and be more productive." Bobby smirked. Okay, maybe his science was off a bit, but he was pretty sure he was close, at least.

Scott quirked an eyebrow. Something about that sounded a hair off. "You know, I can also get endorphins when I'm not inflicting my presence on innocent bystanders, and with the added bonus of not having to look like an idiot."

"But then we don't get the amusement of watching you look like an idiot," Bobby pointed out.

"That's a feature, not a bug." Scott said.

"And thus it adds to the overall utility," Bobby retorted with a smug grin and a nod.

Scott snorted in amusement and took a long sip of his soda. "So where'd your date end up, that you have nothing better to do than talk to me?"

"Hmmm. Dancing with Billy, I think? Or maybe Warren." Bobby smiled, then shrugged and took a drink. "I'll dance with her, but I'm not about to inflict my lack of ability on anyone else. So, you're stuck with me." He grinned. "Aren't you feeling lucky?"

"Like I won the lotto," Scott said. The slight smile took any sting out of it.

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[ax_shadowcat]

Died laughing. I love these dorks.