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The large blue mutant pulled the shorter Canadian aside, wearing an annoyed expression on his chubby face. It would appear that Logan's archnemesis/rival Victor Creed aka Sabertooth had made one too many jabs at him and Logan had the bright idea to big-up the blue mutant scientist's abilities. Unfortunately for Hank, it was an ability that he would rather not expose to the public, let alone their mutant bretheren.
"Logan, pardon my language, but WHAT THE HELL?!" Hank shouted, but only loud enough to not be audible to anyone but himself and Logan.
"What?!" Logan defended, shrugging his shoulders. "You're always wanting to hang out in public despite looking the most mutant out of all of us!"
"When I say that I want to hang out like a normal person for once, I MEANT that want to do so WITHOUT looking like a oaf!"
"Relax will ya! It's just a competition at the pub, not an actual dick measuring contest!" Hank's already incredulous expression became even more so now that he had an idea as to what Logan had in mind. The sheer idea of purposefully becoming intoxicated was ludicrous enough, but to do so to settle a petty score? That was beyond silly. Wait. Hold up! Competition?!
"Wai-- Hold on! Are you suggesting that I partake in a DRINKING GAME?!"
"Is that a problem? Besides, we had a deal that we'd see who had the strongest alcohol tolerance last time we went out."
"Logan, at WHAT POINT did we agree on a drinking game?! Wait..." For a brief moment, Hank's memories traveled back to about a week ago. He remembered Logan drunkenly rambling on about something, but Hank was far too preoccupied with what was probably his third or fourth serving of mozzarella sticks to hear him out. However, he did remember off-handedly agreeing with Logan on something. Hank mentally smacked himself on the forehead for not paying attention to his fellow X-Men. "Oh, my stars and garters, was THAT what you were talking about in gobbledygook?!"
"YO! Wolfy Boy and Blueberry!" Victor called, motioning them to leave the empty campus. "We doing this or what?!"
"Yeah, I hear ya!" Logan answered, ignoring Hank's objections. "Don't worry, we're coming!"
"We are most certainly NOT!"
"Relax, furball," Logan replied, patting Hank's round belly which bounced with the sudden motion. "That tank of your's should be more than enough to beat his sorry ass."
"That is FAR from the POINT!"
Too late. Both Logan and Victor were already making their way to the pub and while Hank would normally leave them to their own devices, he probably wouldn't hear the end of it from the former. He wanted to argue his case further, but at this point it was just delaying the inevitable. Hank let out a heavy sigh and followed along, hoping his mutant abilities would somehow allow him to forget the night he was about to have...

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The large blue mutant pulled the shorter Canadian aside, wearing an annoyed expression on his chubby face. It would appear that Logan's archnemesis/rival Victor Creed aka Sabertooth had made one too many jabs at him and Logan had the bright idea to big-up the blue mutant scientist's abilities. Unfortunately for Hank, it was an ability that he would rather not expose to the public, let alone their mutant bretheren.
"Logan, pardon my language, but WHAT THE HELL?!" Hank shouted, but only loud enough to not be audible to anyone but himself and Logan.
"What?!" Logan defended, shrugging his shoulders. "You're always wanting to hang out in public despite looking the most mutant out of all of us!"
"When I say that I want to hang out like a normal person for once, I MEANT that want to do so WITHOUT looking like a oaf!"
"Relax will ya! It's just a competition at the pub, not an actual dick measuring contest!" Hank's already incredulous expression became even more so now that he had an idea as to what Logan had in mind. The sheer idea of purposefully becoming intoxicated was ludicrous enough, but to do so to settle a petty score? That was beyond silly. Wait. Hold up! Competition?!
"Wai-- Hold on! Are you suggesting that I partake in a DRINKING GAME?!"
"Is that a problem? Besides, we had a deal that we'd see who had the strongest alcohol tolerance last time we went out."
"Logan, at WHAT POINT did we agree on a drinking game?! Wait..." For a brief moment, Hank's memories traveled back to about a week ago. He remembered Logan drunkenly rambling on about something, but Hank was far too preoccupied with what was probably his third or fourth serving of mozzarella sticks to hear him out. However, he did remember off-handedly agreeing with Logan on something. Hank mentally smacked himself on the forehead for not paying attention to his fellow X-Men. "Oh, my stars and garters, was THAT what you were talking about in gobbledygook?!"
"YO! Wolfy Boy and Blueberry!" Victor called, motioning them to leave the empty campus. "We doing this or what?!"
"Yeah, I hear ya!" Logan answered, ignoring Hank's objections. "Don't worry, we're coming!"
"We are most certainly NOT!"
"Relax, furball," Logan replied, patting Hank's round belly which bounced with the sudden motion. "That tank of your's should be more than enough to beat his sorry ass."
"That is FAR from the POINT!"
Too late. Both Logan and Victor were already making their way to the pub and while Hank would normally leave them to their own devices, he probably wouldn't hear the end of it from the former. He wanted to argue his case further, but at this point it was just delaying the inevitable. Hank let out a heavy sigh and followed along, hoping his mutant abilities would somehow allow him to forget the night he was about to have...