xp_logs | Cain and Kurt - Locker Room Talk

After a Danger Room training session, Kurt and Cain have a moment of Guy Talk and some details of Kurt's week slip out.

Cain chuckled to himself as he ran a towel over his head and let it drape over one shoulder as he shrugged back into a pair of oversized carpenter's jeans. He wasn't sure, but he was pretty confident that they'd set a new record for the "swat the zipping drones" drill today. Moreover, he was reasonably certain that Cyclops had been increasing the drones' response times, once Cain had started caroming the basketball-sized spheres into each other like billiard balls off the corners of the Danger Room.

Scratching the pale white scar on his sternum absently, he cocked his head over the row of lockers. "Not bad work in there today, fuzzy," he called. "What do you say to knocking off early and heading to Harry's for a brew?"

Kurt grinned from the other side of the row, where he'd just managed to stop dripping. "I think I would say we deserve it."

Smiling back with a wolfish grin of his own, Cain laughed. "Damn skippy. Although I hear you've been out, whatchacallit, carousing a bit yourself lately. Wanda's a hell of a dancer, ain't she?"

"She certainly is." There was the faintest purple tinge to his skin at that. "While the dance contest was not all it seemed, as is in the report, it was still enjoyable before we discovered that."

Kurt's mild blush didn't go unnoticed, as Cain folded his arms on top of the row of lockers and leaned over. "Now that sounds like a man with a story to tell," he insisted.

"There is no story in that part", Kurt said hastily. "It is just a long time since I had the chance to go out dancing all night, and a partner who is good at it."

"Ah," Cain said, ducking back into his locker to tug a t-shirt over his head. "Missing out, then. Because, trust me, she's one fine figure of a woman." He poked his head back over the lockers again with a grin. "If you get what I mean."

"Oh, no, I do... I do get that", Kurt said almost under his breath, smiling to himself as he reached for his own shirt.

Cain's eyebrows hit his hairline at that admission. "Oh," he said in a quieter voice. "Wait, wait a minute. Hold on. Wait, you? And Wanda?"

"Is it so surprising?" was the mildly defensive response, even if his own answer would have been 'yes'.

Cain thought about that for a moment. "Not really, I mean, she definitely has, er, well... the gal likes to enjoy life, know what I'm sayin'?" He chuckled and looked down at Kurt over the lockers. "So I think we're supposed to have a manly high-five here or something. Way to go, man!"

"I cannot reach over the lockers", Kurt pointed out, amused. "One of us would have to change sides - or perhaps later. Thank you, in any case."

"Beers it is, then," Cain announced. "And I suspect there's probably a few folks in trenchcoats already lining up for the 'treat her well' speech, so I ain't gonna bother. Besides, this saves us from having to take you out to the Pink Bunny Ranch upstate. Because, seriously, folks might have been starting to get a bit worried when, y'know, at your age you ain't... well, y'know."

That made the purple increase exponentially. "There were reasons for that. But yes, I am glad to have escaped the need for the... Pink Bunny Ranch."

Cain barked a laugh and headed for the door. "Fifteen minutes, fuzzy! Summers can do his reviews later."

"Fifteen minutes", Kurt agreed, turning his attention back to getting dressed and presentable.