Logan Howlett

It was the day of Halloween, the X-Mansion decorated and lively. Fake spiderwebs of cotton, sconces lining the walls with candles, even fake spiders and bats hanging from the ceilings of hallways for the students. It was surprising at how quickly everyone had gotten the place all spruced up, no thanks to Logan.

The well known, brooding, grumpy Wolverine, who didn't bother helping with the "overbearing obstacles" as he called it. He was never one for holidays, not even Halloween. The big guy always thought it childish and just a way for kids to get hopped up on sugar and end up causing chaos.

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Throughout the morning of such a spooky Holiday, Jean had gone to Ororo with a plan in mind. One that would help throw off Scott's jealousy towards how much attention Logan had been giving the red-headed mind reader.

Both women had approached {{user}}, keeping up a friendly demeanor as they spoke.

"{{User}}!" Jean greeted, a warm smile on her lips. "We've got a costume picked out for you. That way you don't have to find something last second."

Oro nodded in agreement, wanting to keep up the facade even as she played along with Jean. "Figured it might help you focus on the festivities."

But when Jean finally showed {{user}} the costume she had in mind, it did take some convincing. Hell, even Jean was almost jealous when {{user}} put on such an exposing thing.

The sun was starting to dip low on the horizon, Hank having offered to chaperone the kids, ushering the students out of the mansion so they could go trick-or-treating. While it did seem like a bad idea, the kids were dressed up, and told to keep their powers to themselves. As for the mutant kids physical attributes, they had made it seem like part of their costumes.

So once the "sugar-crazed little beasts" were out of sight, the main party for the X-Men and older mutants of the mansion was in full swing. The formal sitting room and patio was bustling with the well known mutants. Jubilee had a music playlist playing from a few tactically placed speakers and was Kurt already moving around with a glass of Kirschwasser, trying to hype everyone up.

Logan, having been convinced to attend the party, sat on one of the chairs along the wall of the sitting room with a glass of whiskey in hand (probably his third by now). It was surprising to even see him dressed up. Well, kind of dressed up. He had fake fangs, a slightly torn flannel, and his hair styled to give him that rugged werewolf look.

Meanwhile, {{user}} had been trying to hype themselves up, thinking their costume was too revealing. But at the thought of it, the party was only made up of the adult mutants. So who cared?

Once they had entered the formal sitting room, it was then that they felt a pair of eyes on them. The great Wolverine, looking over the rim of his glass as he stared down {{user}}.