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The Last Night; Rahne Sinclair's Bachelorette Party
Topic Started: Nov 13 2012, 11:22 PM (1,002 Views)
Wolfsbane
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Timeframe: November 24th, @ 9 pm

This was it. This was the last night that Rahne Sinclair was Rahne Sinclair. Tomorrow, she would be Rahne Russell. It was exciting and frightening all at once. This was a big change... as big a change as any she'd ever undergone. As was indicated by the name-change, this would alter her very identity on some level. She had been nothing but happy and excited for it, but now that it was so close, jitters were starting to settle in a bit. She was nervous and a bit uncertain.

Though that may have been more because of the fact that she and a group of dear friends had just stepped into the highest-end nightclub in Mutant Town, Helix. As Rahne understood it, a private citizen who just happened to have a good bit of money saved up, good credit and whatnot, and a solid business plan, had come upon the notion that mutants deserved a swanky party atmosphere without being judged for having green skin or multiple limbs or odd proportions or whatnot. A nightclub where a mutant could be a mutant and not have to hide.

And bless her soul, this was the place Amara had booked some time at for tonight.

"Wow," Rahne gasped as the group made it past the bouncer and in through the doors. The lights were dim, yet colorful. The dance floor was crowded, with mutants of all shapes and sizes and colors dancing with as much abandon (and little talent) as you'd expect anybody else would. The bar was pristine and loaded, a veritable wall of bottles that would be well out of the bartender's reach if his arms weren't capable of stretching the distance to grab anything behind it from where he stood in the middle.

And there was Rahne in a green sequined top that was a bit flashier than she normally wore, but this was an occasion unlike any other, and snug-fitting black pants. She was dressed for the occasion, but still felt a bit out of place.

"I... I have no idea what we're supposed to be doin'," she said, glancing back to her assembled friends. How odd this all was. Jack was out with the boys doing whatever it was Sam had arranged for, and now here were the girls, many of Rahne's very closest friends, and they were all here for her sake. If she wasn't feeling a bit nervous about the whole nightclub thing, she'd probably draw them all in for an embrace.

"Somebody take charge, I'm a touch overwhelmed, I think," Rahne said with a slightly sheepish smile and a shrug of her shoulders.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Kitty Pryde
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Kitty's first trip back to New York since the devastating actions of the Purifiers when they launched an all out assault on the Mansion had been a unique and memorable adventure. Which included such highlights as flying a spaceship over the streets of New York City dispensing a cure that would help save man kinds enslavement from little green men, While fighting off alien warships as well as mind manipulated SHEILD agents and X-Men in the process. However her second trip back to the big city while under very different circumstance would prove to be no less memorable as the first as she accompanied the soon to be wed Wolfsbane on her last night as a single woman.

Rahne while only one year older than Kitty was wise beyond her years and was someone Kitty immediately took a shine to they spent a lot of days talking around the mansion together among a variety of different topics and Kitty always regarded Rahne as one of the people you could truly go to with any question, problem or conflicted thought and even if Rahne was not equipped to handle or fix the situation you would still come out of the conversation better for having had it. Often times when Kitty was down Rahne was there to help pick her back up with a friendly ear. While their friendship had experienced great up swings there was also a low point when the affections of Bobby Drake were caught in the middle.

But, even with the odd speed bump here and there the foundation of the good natured friendship they shared was never broken. Days before the purifiers had attacked the mansion Kitty was feeling quite down on herself and felt she served no actual purpose at the mansion offered Kitty the opportunity to help her educate the elementary school children of the mansion trying to reach out and give her something to do but on the day Kitty was going to audit Rahne's class on the first day of classes for the new year terror struck and the crew was whisked to the Savage Lands Utopia base, And even thou Kitty never did get to audit the class they still spent considerable time in the Savage Lands together while apart of various exploration teams together.

Furthering Kitty's resolve that in many of her major adventures and trials and tribulations Rahne was always there in one form or another including Kitty's first actual field mission to help save Jet Black and Angel from the Scrambler. So when the plans were made for Rahne and Jack to wed Kitty quickly threw her name into the hat to accompany her and the rest of the X-Girl entourage. When it was revealed they would be going to a nightclub in mutant town Kitty was admit tingly a bit perplexed she didn't think nightclubs were quite Rahne's cup of tea, thinking it would be a more mild manor night out but better to experience it once than to have never done and wish she would have after the fact. When they walked into the club Rahne leading the charge she looked back and asked for someone else to take charge as she was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Kitty was one of the first to speak up not really helping Rahne's cause much as she added. “Don't look at me. This is my first bachelorette party too. You get to have the test run for all the rest of us.” Rahne was the first of Kitty's actual peer group to get married while she had been too young to enjoy and partake in many of the festivities of previous X-Weddings this would truly prove to be the first impression of the next generation of how X-Women celebrated their last nights as free women and who better than Rahne to take the bull head on.
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Rogue
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Rogue really enjoyed the idea of a mutant club in the heart of the Red Hook neighborhood that had been rechristened Mutant Town. The name, Helix, was a nice play on the very thing that set them apart from the rest of the world. Here the young men and women of the mutant community could congregate and socialize just like the rest of the alcohol lubricated masses and find that special someone even if it was just for a night. Their group’s ambition for that night however was not to blindly hook up with some finely chiseled elemental but to show Rahne the night of her life before she sailed off into happily wedded bliss.

For Rogue the idea of the club was a better idea than an actual plan set into motion. She had always been sensitive in large groups for fear that she would accidentally imprint someone within the crowd. That was a fear for the swamp rat but she was making inroads for the sake of her friends. Rogue benefited as well, trying to become more comfortable in her own skin. Rogue’s body was fully covered. She wore a plum top that was open at the neck and sheer at the sleeves, mostly for the sake of keeping cool if and when she got down to the dance floor. Rogue’s pants were low slung but her top made sure no skin was exposed. Her hands were sheathed in short black gloves that were comfortable but she ran the risk of being mistaken for a chauffeur. All in all she was just dressed for the club.

Like most of the other women in the group Rogue had never attended a bachelorette party and they were all a little uncertain of exactly how to proceed to begin their night. Most of the hard work was already over thanks to Amara who had gotten everything planned and situation. Rogue shouldered her way to the front of the group and took Rahne’s wrist. “C’mon. We’ve got our own private table. Best seat in the house!” Rogue called over the pulsing music.

Rogue lead their way to the circular table that sat on a raised dais above the dance floor and all the other tables. A red velvet rope blocked out intruders and a folded card read “RESERVED” on the tabletop. The striped mutant unhooked one end of the rope and doubled it back lengthwise into the holding hook. Rogue slid into position on the curved leather seat feeling the supple material beneath her. It truly was the best seat in the house. A chilled bottle of champagne was drawn from a bucket of ice and Rogue smiled. “First round is on me, ya’ll,” the Southern belle laughed.

Rogue popped the cork on the bottle and the fine mist emanated from the opening. She gently poured drinks for everyone. “Ah say we have a few drinks and then show them all how dancin’ is really done.”
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Marrow
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"Hell yeah!"

She hadn't even waited for Rahne when they'd gotten outta the party cab.

Two years ago, she'd have said fuck this and gone to find some hole in the wall where she could pass as legal age and drink herself drunk to the best of her ability before finding some manhole to pass out in. But that had been lots of stunted development and one malevolent alien possession, death, and rebirth ago.

Right now, right here? Amidst party life? The fact that the Marrow of old didn't quite exist any more was in full swing. "This place is friggin' sweet." She said, looking around. It must have been new, or newer, because she didn't remember it at all.

Sitting down with the others she dug in her pocket for her wallet, looking inside of it discreetly for a moment before replacing it. "Be right back." She said, moving away, funneling through the dance floor with a sort of abandon she'd never really felt before. Arriving at the bar, she pulled out a ten note and slapped it on the counter.

Marrow couldn't get drunk, but she could eat. And eat. And eat.

Returning to the table she sat down contentedly, placing a little placard with her order number on the table edge.

"I'm getting me fuckin' buffalo wings because god damn I'm sick of eating dinosaurs."

She caught herself and looked to the others, Ah well. It was a party club in New York. Who'd notice?

"Poor dat bubbly." She snarked, drumming her claws on the table top. How exciting. And tomorrow a wedding. She'd never been to one before. It was all strange this sudden elation. Strange and wonderful and unknown.
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  • It wasn’t at all veiled that, as far as age and experience went, Ororo was an outlier within the group of women that were all beginning to enter the club; she had been to few bachelorette parties in her day, and really, Ororo was as much a young woman as any of the others that stepped through the thresh-hold. She may have been ten years older than the bride herself was, but that made little difference in her eyes and, she assumed, the eyes of her friends. Rahne Sinclair was akin to a younger sister for Storm, much like she was to all of the other more senior X-Men. There wasn’t any way at all that Ororo would miss this.

    A leather dress clung tightly to her bronze skin, a choker clung to her neck, and boots made of the same material climbed up her legs until they reached her thighs; Ororo already towered over most of the girls here, and with the boots adding an extra three inches, she was as much an amazon as one could expect. As she entered the club, a smile graced her lips as she saw the flashing strobe of the colored lights in tune with the bass of the music. Rahne suggested one of the girls take charge, and Ororo grinned. “Nothing is to be accomplished tonight, Rahne. Just have fun!”

    She stepped forward, slinking up the bar and ordering a drink. When Ororo got her shot glass, she stood tall as she glanced back towards the group of women, her blue eyes scanning them. People were staring, which was always a good thing, as they sat at the bar. And frankly—looking at the lot of them there tonight—they would be absolutely mad if they hadn’t decided to stare.

    Really, the night wasn’t really one that needed to be thought through. They were all young, gorgeous women who all potentially could have the world in their hands if they ever wanted to; they needn’t worry about having anything extensively planned out at all. The amazon leaned against the bar, her heel clicking against the underbelly of the counter. As she downed the glass, and placed it back on the counter and began to make her foray back into the crowd of the younger ladies.

    Her eyes glanced towards the dance floor as, at the same time, her hands motioned in the same direction. Ororo smirked, then said, “Ladies—shall we?”
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Winter had set in New York and the air had been crisp and cold. It was a cold she remembered but it was quite the shock after living so long in the Savage Land. She had arrived a few days before the party to buy a new outfit and gift for Rahne but still she was unused to it and so even though their trip outside was rather short she wore a heavy dress coat over her dress, black leather gloves and a soft white scarf. Thankfully line was hardly long and if it had been, Ororo had promised that she wouldn't let her catch a shiver. Avery was grateful for that; winter was never kind to her.

Stepping out of the party cab she followed the girls into the club, heading up the back feeling a little…maybe shy was the word. It'd had been a long time since she had been to a bar or even out dancing and it almost felt new, somewhat overwhelming. It was the first time she had left her image inducer behind while in public since…well longer than she could remember. Unlike Marrow, Avery always had the convenience of a mask to hide behind and so had grown very comfortable in this face of the girl she had used to be. The thought of going without it always made her a little nervous…unless she was too busy fighting massive robots of monstrous hoards. But tonight wasn't about her, it was about Rahne and celebrating the happy occasion of her marriage to Jack. And Amara had gone through the trouble of planning the night, the Helix being a mutant friendly atmosphere made for those such as herself. Plus, Rahne was so very dear to her. Often she was a shoulder to cry on, being there to comfort Avery many a time when she was sad or lonely or when things were going were rough. Also she couldn't count the number of hours they had spent together enjoying a cup of tea in peace and quiet or perfecting their own homegrown herbal teas. It would be a slap to the face if she felt she had to hide herself even amongst the safety of her own. And so, her custom inducer lay stung on a silver chain upon the nightstand in the room she was staying.

Upon entering she checked her coat, revealing a strapless black dress with bone bodice and an airy voile skirt with a flowing asymmetrical cut. Black sequinned high heels, that -lets face it- would probably be discarded halfway through the night, as well as shimmery black stone necklace and long dangly earrings which peeked through her long hunter curls completed her look. Black seemed very bold to Avery, a color she did not wear much, often opting for neutral or pastel colors. However the little black dress was cute and appropriate for the occasion and made her fresh mint hued skin stand out even more. It was good for her to shake things up now and then. Either way after a few drinks she wouldn't give a shit squat if she was the Paper Bag Princess. Tonight was about having fun with good friends and feeling young and carefree.

To the private booth barred off with velvet rope she followed her fellow x-women, sliding in and taking a seat next to Rogue. She dug into her purse of medium size and pulled out a white headband that was wrapped in white tulle and unravelled it. Leaning over, she promptly slipped it in through Rahne's hair before she had time to object, flipping back the short novelty-esque veil. It was kind of a given that the bride to be wear something to identify herself at her bachelorette be it a t-shirt, sash or veil. Call it a new age tradition.

"This is your night, lovey. I know it isn't your thing but let yourself be in the spotlight for once, hmm?" She smiled and winked. "And hopefully if the fellers here have any sense, they'll buy us a round or two in your honour." Quickly she pulled out a small digital camera and took a snap of Rahne. Lord knows what she might discover on her memory card the next day, but she looked forward to it.

With that Rogue opened the champagne with a spray and Avery let out a little cry and a short giggle as the cold mist hit her. While red wine was her choice of sipping drink, she loved champagne and its bubbliness that wen't right to her head. Taking her glass she held it for a moment as she watched the room. Marrow returned to the table having ordered some wings and her comment about being sick of dino meat made her smirk thinking how absurd it would sound to the average clubber. Honestly she wished she could try what they had all raved about when hunted dinosaur had been roasted, but the thought of it made her stomach flip flop. Next Ororo also made her way back to them and having already one drink, the elegant weather witch waved a graceful hand towards the dance floor ready to start the festivities. To this Avery rose with glass in hand, vibrant violet eyes glancing to each lovely face of their entourage.


"Well, before we hit the floor, and since Rogue got us this lovely champagne, it's only fitting to toast our bride to be. Back in Newfoundland I came from a little Irish town where our family always had a limerick or two for any occasion….mostly for drinking though." She made a little frown as her culture was notorious for their ability to drink.

"Anyway, Rahne..." Avery raise her flute of champagne.

"We drink to your coffin…May it be built from the wood of a hundred year old oak tree that I shall plant tomorrow."

With that she nodded and looked to the group again, with a smirk upon her emerald lips added,

"And to us: My friends are the best friends, Loyal, willing and able. Now let’s get to drinking! All glasses off the table!" Finishing she tilted her glass as if a nod of acknowledgment and then tipped it to her lips. Now she was ready to hit the dance floor…of course, only after everyone else made their way.
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Amara Aquilla
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Tonight was the night before Rahne Sinclair's wedding, how could they not celibrate? There were only a handful friends that had been such an important factor in her life as Rahne had been thus far. Outside of being there for her when she was new to the mutant experience, Rahne had always been there with any issues. Always willing to listen, always caring. And it wasn't just with Amara. The presence of the rest of these girls was proof enough of Rahne's kind personality. She was the reason why they were here tonight and was why such planning had been put into this night.

Helix was making it's mark on the map but the owner had been more than willing to work with Amara on reserving an area for them. The biggest benefit was that they didn't need to hide. Tucked safely away in Mutant Town, it didn't matter if they were human or not. All that mattered was having a great night with Rahne and the others. And while a Nightclub wasn't Rahne's typical scene, this night was supposed to be about stepping outside of the normal. While the 'last night single' actions didn't quite make sense, she agreed with the thought that they all needed to cut loose a little bit. Many of them handn't been in the city since the battle with the aliens and before that, the Purifiers.

They stepped into the club and Amara couldn't help but grin. She'd only seen the place once while it was actually open for business. The other times had been during the daytime when things were quiet and empty. It was excellent.

She was dressed in a red and black dress that poofed out a bit by the bottom and slightly heeled sandals that strapped up her ankles.

"Don't think about what we're supposed to be doing Rahne. That's the whole point!"

Rogue eagerly led them to their table area, though a couple of the ladies moved to do different thinks she stepped onto the dias with Rogue. A flash went off as Avery snapped a picture and within a moment of sitting down Rogue had opened their first drink for the night and began to pur it.

"I'm getting me fuckin' buffalo wings because god damn I'm sick of eating dinosaurs."

She didn't often get the chance to speak to Marrow, really, but she was relieved to see that she and Rahne were getting along again. The last she had heard about Marrow from her friend was shortly after the incident with the Brood. After that, Amara had been in New York.
"I agree with you on that one. I can't tell you how many hamburgers i've eaten since coming back."

She wrapped her fingers around one of the glasses and pulled it towards her, her attention pulling to Avery as she began her speech. "Hear, hear." The glass raised and she took a small drink and set the glass down. She grabbed Rahne's hand as the others readied and motioned to the dance floor.

"Time to dance, Rahne! No heels required."
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Wolfsbane
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Rahne took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This was new, this was different. Strange, really. She had done so many dangerous things over the years. She had stared death itself in the eye time and time again and wasn't rattled. She had leapt into combat with creatures and villains far above her power class regardless of the personal danger.

But this? This was unnerving, to a degree. The lights, the sounds, the relative lack of inhibitions... could she possibly keep up with that? Could she possibly allow herself to relax and enjoy her surroundings?

Looking at her friends take to it, to Marrow and Rogue seizing the day with relative eagerness, she decided that yes, yes she could. She would.

Before she knew it, something was placed atop her head and a photo snapped. She tried to smile as well as she could under such short notice, but she got the feeling that the photo looked terrible. Though that may have just been her own mind insisting on that rather than the truth.

She grabbed the champagne flute as Rogue poured and distributed, and Avery delivered a sweet, and quite frankly beautiful toast. It was short, but it was honest and heartfelt and Rahne couldn't help but smile.

"I truly dinnae know what I've done in muh life t' be so lucky to have such wonderful friends," she grinned, nodding her head and bringing the glass up to her lips and drinking it down. That little bit of light bubble hit her, a warmth in the throat inherent in that first drink of alcohol for the night.

And then her hand was grabbed as both Amara and Ororo insisted upon the dance floor. She cast one helpless glance back to the others, but followed along. She was going to do this. She was going to enjoy it. The music pounded. It wasn't her genre of music, but what the hell.

Her groove, her rhythm, were clumsy, awkward, a bit reserved. She didn't know what to do. Glancing around, she certainly wasn't ready for the kind of dancing... if that's what it was, that some of the denizens of the dance floor were engaged in. But a light swaying motion in the hips, side-to-side bobbing of her head, arms slipping left to right to left to right, that was good for now.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Kitty Pryde
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Not long after Rahne asked for help in figuring out what to do next Rogue grabbed her and directed her over to a table set up especially for them tucked away behind a red velvet rope. Truly there was no expense spared to give Rahne the V.I.P treatment the night before her wedding. As the girls got settled at the table Rogue then announced the first round was on her as she began pouring drinks for the table. While others were then quickly calling for food and talk of buffalo wings and cheeseburgers hit the table when Kitty the resident vegetarian piped in. “No love for the celery sticks!?” Kitty asked while looking around the table fully expecting to be the target of flying projectiles.

But before much could be done in the way of drinking or ordering Avery stepped up and decided to give a rather nice toast to Rahne's last day as free woman. But the drinks on the table didn't last long before Rahne was then quickly pulled off to the dance floor by Ororo and her maid of honor Amara. Kitty considered staying with a group at the table and waiting for some food to come. While she may have not been craving the meats that some of the others were, Man she could sure do with some greasy french fries. Taking a look at the glass of champagne, Kitty wasn't much of a drinker of herself so rather than deal with the awkwardness of passing on the champagne right off the bat she decided to join the group headed to the dance floor first. French fries and soda would come later.

Kitty then quietly slinked away to the dance floor to join Rahne. Admittedly she was not much of a dancer herself, The way her life worked out thus far didn't really afford her much in the way of dancing. But when she was younger she took a few different dance classes but that stopped when she made the move to the Xavier mansion at 13, Unless dancing alone in the mirror when no one else is around counts to the latest Kim Parker songs. But as Kitty moved through the crowd to the wedding party she moved around in place watching Rahne do her thang. Noticing how awkward Rahne's moves where Kitty attempted to move in closer to Rahne as she said. “Wow! You're a natural out here!”
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Ororo (Miles)
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  • Ororo had slid the shot glass back to bartender and rounded her way back to the rented out booth; the women were all doing their own thing, Rogue had opened the wine and Marrow had taken a seat with a bucket of chicken wings. Ororo leaned against the wall and watched then, her blue eyes resting on the redheaded soon to be bride. Tonight was truly the only night that she would be her own again—tomorrow, she would share her entire person with another. And that wasn’t at all a bad thing. Her umber arms crossed over her chest, the leather rubbing against the flesh as it touched. Ororo pushed herself from the wall and stepped over to the table, taking a flute of champagne for herself.

    Ororo took a sip of the drink and pushed her white hair out of her face around the same point that Avery suggested that they make a toast to the young, beautiful bride. “I believe that is a fantastic idea, Avery,” the wind rider smiled gently and raised the flute as Avery came to the end of her small limerick, “Here, here!” Ororo chuckled a bit and took another sip of the bubbly, and before she set the flute down on the table once again Ororo cleared her throat.

    “And, I’d like to toast to the night—the night before our young Wolfsbane becomes one with the man that she loves. May it be all that she ever hoped for!” Ororo raised the flute one last time before placing it with a clink on the tabletop, the gentle smile not leaving her lips as she looked towards her young compatriots and then offered the idea that they went to dance. After all, it was a night for fun and they were at a dance club. They should make the best of it.

    As it turned out, the majority of the girls seemed to agree and that made Ororo smile briskly. There was a point in time that she would never choose to dance so vulgarly or in such place, public or no, but that was a long time ago. Ororo had since become more humanized and had taken to enjoying the club scene in small doses for a short while now—though, in truth, she hadn’t ever been to Helix before. The club was as lively as any, though, she supposed.

    Ororo smiled briskly and, along with Amara, took Rahne’s hand and led her out into the crowd of dancing people, avoiding the stray arm or leg on the way. While this wasn’t really the type of music, she was sure, that any of them listened to… she knew that they would enjoy themselves anyway. And, perhaps a bit surprisingly, Rahne put up little struggle.

    While it was clear that the lycanthropic mutant was out of her element by the way that she danced—clumsy, a bit reserved—that wasn’t really a bad thing. The important thing was that she was trying. Ororo stayed close to Rahne so that no strangers could—or would—attempt to make any sort of move, and danced along with her. Ororo wasn’t quite as awkward as Rahne, but it was still equally as clear that she was out of her element. Soon enough, over the bass Ororo heard a voice.

    “Wow! You're a natural out here!”

    Ororo laughed, “I agree!” They were all so different, yet they were all enjoying themselves in their own ways. Rahne, especially.
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Avery tipped back her flute of champagne, finishing it after Ororo's toast and excitedly most of the girls swept out to get their grove on. With only just one drink in her she just wasn't ready for that yet. Fortunately it wasn't long before a waitress passed by and Avery waved her near to order. As one would imagine in her line of work, she was very pretty. But not just attractive, she of course was a mutant and had an uniqueness that rivalled Avery's. Slender with big amber doe eyes, she had wavy hair that was a shale of teal and her skin was a tad on the blue side and seemed to almost shimmer. It wasn't until she returned with three tumblers of ice and some sort of golden liquor, that she noticed that her skin was actually fine scales. Perhaps a fish lady or lizard woman, she couldn't tell but she was mesmerizing to look at and Avery imagined she made a cleaning in tips. Taking them she slid two over to Rogue and Marrow.

"Fireball whiskey on the rocks. Tastes just like cinnamon hearts" She said, lifting her glass to her lips and taking a long sip. The fiery, peppy liquor warmed her tongue and continued soft burn down her throat. "Mmmm. So good." It had been a very long time since she enjoyed a glass of it and forgotten its kick. Good thing, she thought, it was only a short glass.

The tumbler clunked onto the table with a little less finesse than she cared for, as she rose with a wince of the swallowed fiery liquid. It was time to join the rest of the ladies on the floor now that she had her courage built up. For Avery, her ability to hold her liquor failed her upon becoming a mutant. She could clearly recall in her early teens hardly being phased by the traditional Christmas bubbly or the occasional weekend where she would have beers with Leo back when she lived in Stratford. But now, it only took a few drinks to get a slight buzz on. Narrowing it down she figured it either had to be of her plant like composition and how her body processed such things or that because her body photosynthesized, giving her necessary daily energy, she didn't need to eat hardly at all…and anyone who ever drank on an empty stomach could attest to feeling the effects of alcohol sooner with nothing to absorb it. Either way, Avery finally had enough in her to give her a little more dare that the green elf normally allowed herself.

"Welp, time to show the ladies how its done." She said to no one in particular, making her way to the dance floor with a almost devilish smirk on her face. Shouldering her way through the crowd she already found herself jiving to the beat. Violet eyes flickering from face to face on the dance floor, the diversity was awing. Mutants in all shapes, sizes and shades. Some of them with no visible 'abnormalities' and others extra parts or skin that looked like sandpaper and some if you were unused to how harshly some mutations could be, might seem quiet startling. Avery fell somewhere in the middle and didn't realize that while she was strange looking to some, to others she was exotic, unique and something almost etherial.

But pretty, ugly or whatever, it didn't matter what you looked like to make yourself look like a dumbass on the dance floor. Nearing her party she caught the girls as they tried to encourage a less than confident Rahne. She was good at so many things from her hunting to her teaching and ways with the children. There were some skills that couldn't be taught, things that came naturally to some, and for Rahne, she did these things with so much confidence and poise…But unfortunately when it came to dancing these attributes did not shine through. To make her feel a little better, Avery didn't mind making herself look a little foolish.

"The thing about dancing," Avery began, speaking over the music. "It's like 50% skill and 50% attitude. You dance like you own the floor and no ones going to think you're doing it wrong. You've got no one to impress, this is your night, let loose, be free and let your body do what it wants to do." The minty nurse winked and took a snap of the girls without warning.

"…And if that's not working for you," Violet eyes shifted as if scanning the dancers for someone. "You find that one idiot out there and you look great by comparison." And with that slipped closer to Rahne, back to back almost and proceeded with a few cheesy dance moves. From shaking something in her hand and throwing it away, sliding her hands one at a time in a 'v' across her eyes and lastly something that appeared to be jumping on a horse and then waving a lasso. Meanwhile she chanted with each move.

"Rrrrroll the dice, roll the dice….Batusi! Batusi….Annnd my current favoite, oopa gangnam style!" All for shits and giggles of course until some lone guy narrowed in on the group seemingly out of no where. There was at least one on every dance floor, that guy who bopped his head to the music, slipping in to grind on random women. Perhaps Avery's "moves" had caught his attention or the attractiveness of her fellow x-women, either way he had his target and was shuffling his way over.

"Ugh….Roving grinder, twelve 'o clock." She groaned, though she had returned his greasy grin with a fake smile. Buzz setting in pretty good now, she decided to spare the girls and take one for the team. With a encouraging nod, she encouraged him to follow her deeper onto the dance floor where she planned on ditching him in the crowd. Unfortunately Avery wasn't the sort to blend in with the crowd anymore and so eluding him completely would've been impossible. Yet she returned her group minutes later thanks to thanks to the guys drunkenness (and perhaps a little neurotoxin), with a missing shoe and a green drink in hand, singing with the music as if she hadn't missed a beat.
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Amara Aquilla
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"See? What were you so worried about. Its only dancing."

Amara grinned as the other girls commented on the natural way she seemed to ease into the feel of the nightclub. Awkwardness or not, the redhead was out here dancing. That alone was an accomplishment.

It wasn't something she was used to either, but dancing without another was always very fascinating. And in nearly every custom she'd seen, from her home to this one, dancing was part of the celebrations. Why not tonight as well?

"Och, natural, right," Rahne laughed, knowing full well that she was far from a natural at this. She felt silly and oafish, but ah, she was enjoying herself.

"The lot of you are far more natural at it than I!" she said, bumping Amara with a light hip-check. "I think I'm in need of more champagne! Or maybe somethin' a touch stronger!"

"Stronger? I guess I will get the next round."

With a broad grin, Amara disappeared from the crowd on the dance floor and after a few minutes up at the bar, appeared again with a tray of shot glasses. She held it precariously to make sure none of the dark amber liquid spilled from the miniature glasses.

"I have it on good authority that this is will metaphorically grow hair on ones chest."

Tonight was going to be a night of first experiences for Rahne Sinclair. She wanted to make sure of that. Tomorrow, she was going to be married, and tonight, tonight she wanted to experience things she never had. She was warming up to the nightclub experience. It was strange and new and kind of frightening, but there was an excitement to it all.

"I'm rather an expert on chest hair, so we'll see about that," Rahne smirked as she took a glass. It smelled strong. The scent assaulted her nostrils. And here was that other first. She'd never drank in excess before. She took a deep breath, and tossed it back.

Good Lord above, it was potent. She felt the beginnings of her transformation kicking in on defensive reflex, and figured there was no harm in letting it go. It was part of the reason they were here to begin with, to be in a place where a mutant could be a mutant and nobody would think twice about it. Reddish brown fur erupted across her skin in a flash, her bones reconfiguring ever so slightly, her body reshaping itself until in a young redhead's place now stood a werewolf on the dance floor.

"Woo! Yuir authority's nae foolin!" Rahne laughed, and watching Avery's little display, felt a bit more at ease with cutting loose. She dropped quickly into a crouch, swaying her hips a bit before standing right back up.

Rahne took the shot and erupted into her partial form and seemed to relax a bit more, moving into the dancing a bit more than anything. She took a slow breath in and pressed the little glass to her lips, tipping it quickly.
The shudder ran down her spine about as fast as the burn that ran down her throat.

With the music changing quickly and the drinks passing around, it was clear the girls were having fun. Amara grabbed a glass of water and took a short breather back at the table. It'd nearly been two hours since they'd first arrived.

(Please note the time change! :))
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"Ye know... ladies..." Rahne said, her accent running a bit thicker and sloshier than normal as she sat back down at the table with Amara for a breather. She'd never had this much to drink before, never in one sitting, and never with such potent concoctions. Her head was a bit swimmy, her focus a bit wavered, but she felt good. She felt loose and free and relaxed to a degree she rarely felt, definitely not in public.

Her half-wolf form persisted, as at times it was actually more of an effort to not be a werewolf than it was to be one. It was the way her body naturally wanted to be, it was what she was when her emotional guard was down.

"Ye know ladies..." she repeated without realizing she was repeating herself as she idly traced around the rim of her glass with the claw on her left index finger. "One thing I'm lookin' forward to... guilt free sex."

It was a topic Rahne quite frankly never talked about. Something that her friends could very well have suspected she was experienced with, but nothing she'd ever confirm out loud... until just this very moment.

"I'm just so very tired of feelin' bad about somethin' what feels so good an' so right. An' after tomorrow, I'll nae have to! Ha!"

She glanced down to the glass, mostly empty, and brought it up to her lips, drinking down the last of what was in it before lapping the rest out with her longer, canine tongue.

"'Cause... 'cause I'll tell ye... one thing I have learned... wee little church girl here? Me? I am a monster in the bedroom, an' I dinnae think I should have to feel sorry about that. Nae one - single - bit. No."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Kitty Pryde
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Out on the dance floor as Kitty joked with Rahne about her unique dance style. While Rahne continued to boogey down with her bad self with the rest of the girls before announcing that was in need of more champagne or something even stronger than that. With those words a devilish grin hit Amara as she disappeared into the crowd for a while to procure more drinks for Rahne. However as the night continued to progress and the drinks flowed freely. With drinks piling up at the table and frequent trips back and forth from the table to the dance floor.

Kitty honestly couldn't keep up with all the drinks she hoped someone would pick up her untouched drinks off the table so they didn't go to waste. Kitty really wasn't much of a drinker and was already beginning to feel light headed with signs of a headache coming on as soon the music stopped blaring in her head but for now she was still fine enough. Even thou as the night drug on her dance style was now becoming more and more sloppy much like Rahne earlier in the night when Kitty joked with her.

However leaving the dance floor one more time and headed back to the table Rahne had apparently not monitored her in take as one would say she was quite intoxicated at this point showing a side of her seldom ever seen, if ever seen at all before tonight. As Rahne began talking about having sex and being a monster in the bed. “Dammit! Where's my laptop and web cam when I need it!” Kitty shouted out. This would truly be a night Rahne would never forget, At least not until the hangover. “Someone needs to get Rahne on film... this is going to be priceless.” Kitty added.
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To be honest, watching Rahne cut loose for what had to be one of, if not the, first time in her life made Ororo happy—between the sloppy dancing, and the drinking. Like to most of the senior X-Men, Rahne was as much a little sibling as she was to the rest of them.

The bass popped—and the lighting seemed to pop right along with it—and though Rahne was out of her element, she was clearly enjoying herself and, really, that was what the night was all about; Rahne enjoying herself. The other women seemed to be enjoying themselves just as much, though some of them had strayed away from the main herd. Rahne commented that the lot of them were more natural than she is, and Ororo grinned.

“That may be so, but you would not be able to tell that you aren’t used to this sort of thing,” Ororo winked an eye towards the lupine mutant where she could see it, and Amara than left for a bit to go and get something stronger to drink. Ororo chuckled lightly and shook her head In unison, quite unsure how well that would go over with the rest of the night.

Amara only took a few minutes, but soon enough she was scooped back into the fury of the dancing crowd with a tray of shot glasses in hand. “Careful,” Ororo warned, “the lot of the people here likely won’t care if they knock a tray out of one’s hand.” The warning was empty if anything, as Amara was likely just as poised as Ororo herself either was, or once was.

Rahne took a shot from one of the glasses, and slowly started to lose herself in the rush of the alcohol as her body tensed a bit and started to shift. Anywhere else, this may have been an issue, but Helix was a club in Mutant Town. None batted an eyelash to a young lady shifting into a literal werewolf right on the dance floor—in fact, Ororo would wager that they’d actually seen something similar time and time again.

As Rahne cut loose, Avery had her own sort of ordeal; she led a man from the dance floor and shortly late, she came back with the man nowhere to be found. Clearly the man had been temporarily disposed of, but as a whole that wasn’t much a problem. Ororo’s attentions diverted to someone that had walked up to her as well, though she wasn’t going to be quick to dispatch of them. It was a man with a physical mutation—he had feelers for eyes, and he appeared to be made of the same things as a slug. He was about as tall Ororo was, if she hadn’t been wearing her heels.

Ororo (literally) danced a circle around the sluggish mutant, and he started to venture away from the group again. The towheaded mutant grinned to herself and made her way over to Amara, lifting one of the shot glasses off of the tray that she held in her hand and downing it.

After that, everything seemed to start going faster.

By no means was Storm inebriated—she had only had a few drinks, sparingly, here and there—but two hours had passed. She had been dancing for near the entirety of the time, and it was definitely time for a rest. Watching Amara duck out of the crowd, Ororo decided to follow along after her and took a seat at the table. “Goddess, do my feet hurt,” Ororo sighed, and leaned back in the booth and soon, they were joined by both Kitty Pryde and the bride herself.

Soon enough, Rahne started talking. She was talking about something that one would never guess Rahne to speak of—sex. Ororo quirked an eyebrow and leaned forward, her focuses shifting entirely to the red furred half-shifted werewolf that sat across from her. “Rahne, dear, am I hearing you right?” Ororo teased, chuckling audibly among the group. “Do you hear yourself?” Ororo laughed more, tossing a glance towards Amara.

She sighed and leaned back again, her blue eyes shifting again to Rahne.

“Honestly, it does not surprise me that you are a figurative monster in the bed… You are a werewolf, after all. True to type, perhaps?”
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