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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 9:58:51 GMT
"It's not raining," Mystique informed him, as if that was one of the four she thought he meant.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 10:07:51 GMT
"Hn, slims the chances for the president." Logan figured. He leaned back against the bar with Mystique close against him, while his gaze moved through the room. Xavier was being sociable, talking to people, no doubt promoting the mutant cause some more. He was beaming with pride at what he'd achieved so far. Good for him, Logan figured. Maybe he'd live to see his dream come true, after all.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 10:13:45 GMT
Mystique put her glass of wine down on the bar and took Logan's hand, "C'mon, you're gonna dance with me," She told him, dragging him across to where everyone else was dancing. Alfie wandered past with Anna, dressed in a pinstripe suit with a shirt and tie ... and in his socks. He was carrying his shiny black dress shoes in his hand. Mystique raised an eyebrow.
"I'm wearing converse to your wedding," Alfie informed them both, his heels killing him already where the shoes rubbed and they'd only just arrived. His feet would be covered in blisters by morning.
"You're not invited to our wedding," Mystique told him simply.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 10:18:28 GMT
"Then who's going to carry my shoes when my feet hurt during your wedding?" Anna asked Mystique with a smirk, linking her arm with Alfie's.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 10:19:47 GMT
"Captain America," Mystique told her with a wink. "He won't be wearing converse,"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 10:22:59 GMT
"Oh, no worries then," Anna said, leaning into Alfie and giving him a smirk to make sure he knew she was only joking.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 10:25:43 GMT
"Someone's got to make use of all the good lookin' men we're inviting ... I'll be a married woman," Mystique gave Logan a grin, stealing a kiss from his lips before wrapping her arms around his neck, finding her place against his body again.
Alfie's eyebrow shot up. "I think we're on vacation that week. Neither of us can make the wedding," He said, keeping a tight arm around Anna's waist.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 10:30:51 GMT
"Shame. Yknow, Mystique made up this not-stabbing-the-maid-of-honour policy for me, but if you can't come.." Logan said casually.
"I can come! I can so come." Anna reacted quickly.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 10:35:40 GMT
"Good," Mystique smirked, fingers twirling around Logan's hair. "And put your shoes on or you'll get us all thrown out," She warned Alfie.
Alfie grunted and pulled his shoes on, wincing each time. "I miss my Xbox," He grumbled, the trousers giving him a wedgie as well. He wanted to lay on his bed in his boxers and shoot aliens.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 10:43:44 GMT
"You just miss your Barbies," Anna said with a roll of her eyes, teasing him about the X-Box game they'd been playing a lot lately.
Logan raised an eyebrow at Alfie, not commenting, but then again, he didn't really need to. He looked back over to Mystique after a second, and gave her side a squeeze, "You want more wine?" He suggested, while they were gonna stand here talking anyway. He could sure use another beer.
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