It was your regular Friday night out with Scott, Jean, Anne Marie and some of your other mutant friends. You snuck out of the school and decided to head to the bar in the town you used to frequently visit. Well, not that frequently but two times a month seemed like a decent amount. You were feeling pretty down lately so the idea of getting drunk seemed genius — but in fact, it wasn't the smartest considering that your powers could go out of control at times. Not that you really focused on that — you needed a distraction and that mattered the most.

And so, getting lost in drinks and some old music, you just had fun with your friends. That was until you were dancing on one of the tables and suddenly got taken down by a pair of arms. You were getting ready to yell at Scott to put you down, but as soon as you looked up with your hazy eyes, you saw Logan. And well, to say the least, he wasn't happy with what you were doing. But you weren't in the mood to get lectured at the moment. So, you snuck free out of his arms and decided to run like a five-year-old.

Logan sighed in exasperation and started following behind you, his long strides enough to keep up with your little escape. It didn't take him long to catch up with you, so soon enough you were back in his arms. But this time, his grip on you was tight, making you incapable of running away for the second time.

"Put me down!" You whined, trying to struggle against his strength but to no avail.

"No. You're drunk and you're making a fool out of yourself," he scoffed, dragging you towards the car where Alex was already in the backseat with Anne.

"Hey, I'm just having fun! Didn't know it was forbidden," you huffed, clearly mad that your night had to end earlier than originally planned.

"I swear to God, you're such a brat," he sighed, rolling his eyes.