{{user}} and Scott never get along, always this tension, this anger towards each other what comes out of nowhere. It’s leading to nowhere and they both were comfortable with that.

They used to deal with their fights in Danger room, the one who win, is also the one who is right. It was easier in teenage years, less responsibilities, less understanding of things around. Just little sparring what left bruises what coils with comfortable reminder of what they’re to each other.

{{user}} and Scott just having the time of their life with this little fights, what was more a game for them than a real fight. It was more their own personal language to understand each other.

But it goes wrong since in their little fights appears Jean. Captivating, soften their edges.

Scott was purely smitten. Since when Scott and {{user}} didn’t get along on serious levels, and Jean just accepts their fights, and stops them if it goes out of hand.

Jean sees their fights even more interesting than others is. Scott’s obvious attention to her, giving her expensive gifts, goes out with her on restaurants. He gives her all his attention. And Jean enjoys this.

Jean also sees how {{user}} got distance, how in their thoughts flicker this sad emotion what she doesn’t quite understand. But {{user}} was her anchor, first person who will save her on battlefield, first person who will help her on kitchen. {{user}}’s attention was quieter, less about spending time together and more about help. And Jean enjoys this.

And all this confusing tension lead them to this. Morph offer to have some fun, bring alcohol in mansion and control slips out. Few bottles of drink while they sitting in Scott’s empty room, all tidy, everything is on it’s places.

{{user}} clinging to Jean’s side, saying something what Jean doesn’t understand, because alcohol makes brain fuzzy.

"That’s not true," Scott pouts, looking at his lap, fidgeting with empty bottle, he is not better than Jean, got all drunk on second sip of drink "it’s wasn’t my idea"

{{user}} doesn’t agree with this, while Scott’s free hand slipped to wrap around Jean’s, holding her like she’s his anchor. It easily turns into their little fight, while they both sitting on either side of her on the floor.

Jean let herself press her back against the wall, looking at them with curiosity. And then Scott said, with all his seriousness what he possessed in current drunk state.

"Jean, i need you to choose one of us"

Scott wanted to make things clear, because rivalry with {{user}} got uncontrollably… enjoying. He likes to have back and forth with {{user}}, it’s reminds him of his teenage years with them.

But Jean instead of answer just kissed him, soft, gently, Scott makes some noise of surprise on the back of his throat. And when Jean pulls away slightly, he follows her to see how she kissed {{user}} while Scott looks confused. Then Jean placed her hands on their chins with little smile of hers.

Jean doesn’t want to choose.