Intoxication

[toad]

Toad snorted in amusement, closing one eye so he could figure out which of the two beers in front of him was the real one. "Yeh, bu' there's a sorta... thoughtful dignity to drinkin' y'self blind and stupid."

He made one unsuccessful snatch at the bottle, then got it on the second try with a little grin of triumph.

[Wolverine]

"I know." It wasn't very manly to have never been able to he had experienced hangover in his entire life. Or at least that he could remember. Although he knew his share of pain. It seemed like people wanted to stab him more knowing that he could heal than if he was a mere mortal.

[toad]

He drank a good portion of his new beer, then set it down with a sigh."Y'know, it's been lovely, Weasel, but I think I gotta get goin'..." Mort made to push his chair out, but then he wasn't in a chair, he was on a bar stool and all that happened was that he very nearly fell off of it.

"Holy Jesus," he muttered to himself, holding onto the bar.

[| Lady Natalie Bennet |]

Kathryn walked in, red coat swirling around her slim body. Looking around, she didn't see anyone she really wanted to talk to. Toad was such a moron, anyways. Why on earth would she want to waste her time talking to the likes of him? Wolverine was the only interesting individual in this room. Magneto had seen some potential in him, but he ended up going the way of Xavier. A pity. he could have been a real asset. She would have liked to have him on her side, but oh well. She couldn't have everything, could she?

Watching Wolverine almost fall off his bar stool was almost amusing. It appeared that he thought that he was sitting on an actual chair. She sighed. Sauntering up to Wolverine, who was holding tightly onto the bar, she said, "very graceful of you. I never would've figured." She looked disdainfully down her nose at him. She really didn't dislike him; she was only trying to provoke him. To do what, she wasn't sure.

[Wolverine]

Wolverine couldn't help but notice the sultry redhead enter the room. She looked so much like Jean. Her features were distinguishable enough from his late beloved that he knew she hadn't risen from the dead, but at the same time, he couldn't help but stare at her. She had the same gorgeous redlocks, though her expression seemed more like the Phoenix than Jean herself.

"Who ... who are you?" he stammered. He was taken off guard. The resemblance was remarkable and tearing at his heartstrings.

[| Lady Natalie Bennet |]

Natalie blinked. It appeared that Wolverine was at a loss for words...taken off guard, even. She really couldn't believe it. Why would he...Ah. The light bulb went on. She looked a bit like his dead love, Jean Grey. She remembered seeing her from a distance during what they called "the Last Stand". Natalie was one of the lucky ones who had evaded being shot with the "cure". She was sorry about Jean's death, both for practical reasons and just on general principle. Jean, or rather the Pheonix, was a very powerful entity. Quite useful, actually. Magneto had played her rather well. She still had enough of Jean in her to be manipulated by him.

"Lady Natalie Bennet. I don't believe we've met; however, your reputation precedes you. You must be Wolverine." Looking objectively, she acknowledged that he was kinda cute. Not really her kind of guy, though. Plus the fact that he was on the other side. That sort of made things difficult. Good thing she wasn't really interested. Or so she told herself. Shrugging off the thought, she looked at him again. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Do I look familiar or something?" She played it innocent, pretending she didn't see the resemblance between her and Jean.

[Wolverine]

Her voice didn't sound anything like Jean's soft words. Her mannerisms were much harsher. Even her smell, which the animalistic Wolverine could distinctively sense, was different. But his eyes did not deceive him. The face and body were close match. A dire sense of longing gripped him.

And it was as if the woman was psychic. Looking at her was like staring at a ghost.

"No, no," replied Wolverine. "I don't think I've seen you anywhere before, miss." Normally he wouldn't be so polite to a Brotherhood mutant, but he was still in shock of her appearance.

[toad]

After another attempt at getting off his stool, Mort fell straight backwards, landing on the floor on his back. It's not hard to get an amphibian drunk and Mort was hyper-sensitive to toxins like alcohol.

From where he lay on the floor, he looked up at Natalie in confusion, then leaned to the side, trying to see up her skirt. "Wha' in hell're you doin' here?" he slurred curiously.

[| Lady Natalie Bennet |]

Still focused on Wolverine, Natalie didn't notice Toad lying on the floor near her skirts, attempting to look up them. "None of your business," she said coldly, in answer to his slurred question. Her disdain was clearly apparent. "And stop looking up my skirt," she said menacingly. She wasn't sure what the rules were on using her powers on someone in this club, and she didn't want to get kicked out on her first time here. Natalie wasn't afraid to put on a good show, however. She learned early on that most weak people, when faced with a stronger person, tended to scramble out of the way and do what they were told. That's why Toad had always been Magneto's little servant, as opposed to being an equal. Mystique had come the closest to that, as she had recalled. Sadly, he turned his back on her when she became human.

Turning her attention back to Wolverine, she realized that he had said that he hadn't seen her before. "Are you absolutely sure? Perhaps at the last battle?" she commented, in reference to the battle at Alcatraz Island. She thought she may have seen a glimpse of him, but she was a bit busy at the time.

[Wolverine]

It was so strange. It was as if the Phoenix had reincarnated in this woman. But how could the Phoenix still be alive? Wolverine had killed her in the last battle. No, it wasn't possible. Was it?

"No, I don't recall," he said finally. He had to remind himself that this woman was just someone who looked very much like Jean and was not Jean herself. Her face and smell was distinguished her from Jean, and she was definitely not the Phoenix because she wasn't rampaging through the city. Obviously Wolverine was just lonely and thought every redhead with the right nose and lips was Jean.

The truth was that he hadn't seen Lady Natalie Bennet before. If he did, he definitely would have remembered her for her resemblance to Jean.

[| Lady Natalie Bennet |]

Shrugging, Natalie set the issue of whether or not he recognized her aside. She supposed it really wasn't that important. For the second time today, she really wished that they were not on opposing sides. He was probably too emotionally scarred from Jean's death, she reminded herself. Even if she was attracted to him a little, she really shouldn't do anything about it. Better act like nothing was going on. She mentally rolled her eyes; of course there was nothing going on. Shouldn't be a problem.

Smiling her first genuine smile, she laughed at herself for being so silly. "Erm, so...what're you doing here?" Oh great, she thought. Smooth. He won't think you're a complete imbecile now. "I heard about this place from a friend, and I thought I'd check it out. Most fascinating. Is he a friend of yours?" she asked, gesturing to the still prone Toad. "If not, I am really tempted to blast him with a lightning bolt already."

[Wolverine]

He couldn't help but laugh. "Toad? My friend? Nah. Go ahead and zap him." That would be entertaining He may have been able to have a decent conversation with him, but that didn't make the reptile his friend. He hadn't forgotten the battle at the Statue of Liberty. Wolverine wasn't going to go around starting trouble at random times, but he certainly wasn't going to defend someone who had helped Magneto nearly kill the human race.

[| Lady Natalie Bennet |]

She laughed, but shook her head. "As tempted as I am, perhaps I had better give Toad a chance to reply first before I blast him into oblivion. Sometimes I play fair." She stepped away from Toad, before her impatience drove her to do something. Looking around, she saw an empty bar stool next to Wolverine. Eying it, she sat down carefully. She had already watched both Wolverine and Toad fall off, and she did not want to be the third. That would be entirely too embarrassing.

"So...umm..." She was unsure of what to talk about. They seemed to have reached an end to any avenues of conversation. Giggling inwardly, she turned the conversation to weather. "So, what do you think of the weather?" she asked. Wow, they had really run out of things to talk about, if this was the best she could come up with.

[Wolverine]

"It's cold. I don't mind it."

For a beautiful evil Brotherhood mutant, she really knew how to make small talk. It seemed like she was as nervous to talk to him as he was to talk to her. He considered that a good thing. He didn't feel like being in a state where he had nearly had a drunken barfight like he almost had with Toad. Usually he didn't make nice with Brotherhood mutants, but he made an exception for her. She seemed intriguing.

[| Lady Natalie Bennet |]

"I see. I really do prefer it warmer, but I am required to be here right now, so I am dealing with it. I would much rather be on a boat in the middle of the ocean or something. This city is just so close." She shuddered. "There are just too many people; I am unsure of myself around some people. You don't seem like the crowd-liking type. How do you get away?" She at least was able to fly high up in the air, but how was a non-flying person supposed to get away?