This story was originally uploaded under another account. Silly me, but I forgot about it and signed up for another account, under which I uploaded other stories. So now I'm making a half-hearted attempt to get everything collected under one account (even though both accounts have the same pen name *sigh*). Please bear with my flailing about while I sort myself out. Thanks.

Btw, now that I'm actually taking active interest in writing again, a *HUGE THANK YOU* to all those who have given reviews! Yes, I did read all of them though I dropped out of sight for months and months and months, and if anyone can tell me if it's at all possible to move a story from one account to another without losing the reviews (if worst comes to worst, I'll stick something in myself to give credit to all who dropped a line on the review page), I'll be ever so grateful.

And to those who mentioned that this was really short...yes, it is intentionally truncated. =) It was written in response to an OTL challenge, where we had to write something less than 350 words long.

Slumber...party?

Disclaimers: None of these characters are mine, but of Marvel.

"Ow! Your elbow's in my eye!"

"How 'bout a fist instead, Bobby!"

"All right, sheesh! PMS, Rogue…"

"De girl's got a right t'her space, non?"

"Ah don't need yoah help, swamp rat!"

"Definitely PMS, Bob—ow!"

"Y'deserved that, swamp rat!"

"Please desist in your bickering, children."

"Why're you here, Hankster? It's not like you can get that cold with built-in thermal underwear."

"I may ask you the same question, my fine chilly friend, with your affinity for temperatures below freezing point."

"Well, it's really quiet down in the wing all by myself, and—hey, I asked first!"

"Gasp! Dost my ears deceive me? Did Robert just admit—"

"I admit nothing! I want my lawyer! I want my phone call! I want my mommy! Oh Fearless One, defend me!"

Snore.

"Ha! You'll haveta call on some other deity ta save ya now, Drake—eeeeek! Bobby, yoah not landin' till next week!"

Snore.

"Hmm. It cannot be reassuring for the lowly foot soldiers to witness their great and fearless leader so insensate in sleep that he does not stir at even the harpy's screech…"

"Ah do not screech!"

"…and perhaps it is more than reassuring to observe such discipline and control in The Great One as to maintain such a serene and zen-like state in the presence of calamity."

Snore.

:All right people, keep it down—:

"She started it!"

"Did not!"

"Did—"

:Bobby, Rogue, please. Can you tolerate each other's presence until morning and the gas main's repaired?:

Grumble. "Ah don't see Warren and Betsy heah…"

"Dey've got dere own little love-nest, cher." Shuffling sounds. "But den, why would y'want t' interrupt dem when you've got your own righ—ack!"

"Keep yoah paws to yoahself, swamp rat."

"Hey Rogue, why don't you pick on someone with better pick-up lines?"

"And who would that be, icicle-butt?"

:Last warning. If you don't shut it, I'll do it for you.:

"Aw, c'mon Jean! I was just about—mmph!"

:I told you.:

"Mnrph!"

:I issued multiple warnings. But did you listen? Noooo-oooo…:

Grumble.

Grumble.

Grumble.

Snore.

Pause.

Snor—*choke*—"mnph?!"