1Dhalpin's note: Greetings oh reader. I mostly write Marvel Comic X-Men Illyana Rasputin fanfic (but this is from the DC Batman universe which I know makes no sense but it just ended up that way), but in that writing Empowered and the Super Hommies up. I figured that I'll drop those sections here and possibly hook a few new readers (ah…my evil intent is shown). Anyway I hope you enjoy.
Oh, and girls night out 1 is the last chapter of Tag I'm it.
From chapter eleven of Girls night out II.
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Cheers and applause from the crowd. With that it was time for another short break as a plate of various hors d'oeuvres arrived (including the little shrimp thingies that Selina loved). That's when Dani purposed a question to the table as she munched. "Who's the most scary hero? Meaning somebody the bad guys wet themselves over? I'll start and no repeats, so pick somebody else if your pick is already selected. Illyana goes last."
The circular seating order was:
Illyana
Mazikeen
Harley
Ivy
Dani
Jubilee
Cassandra
Selina
Laura
Illyana (repeated)
Dani started. "Wolverine is my pick." Which earned her a glare from Jubilee as that would have been her choice. "He totally freaks out people with the crazy smile of his and the popping of his claws. Man, you should see the people scramble to flee." Then she turned to Ivy, "Your turn."
A look of thought, she decided to not say the Bat as Ivy wanted to leave that to Selina, but that left her grasping for somebody. In the end she blurted out "Starfire." To looks of confusion by all but Harley, whose turn was next.
"Yeah, I can relate Red. She is just sexy as hell, makes all of us other gals just look inadequate when she's in the room, and she dresses as skimpily as well. Talk about side boob for miles, and orange at that! But she has the highest body count of any of the Titans, and when she loses it, not just her hair burns; so do her eyes. I don't want none when she's like that!" She sipped delicately. "Now, my pick would be Nightwing when he's had a bad day…" Harley was likewise leaving the Bat for Selina.
Mazikeen's answer was rather obvious in hindsight. "That would be me. All the boys wet themselves in hell when they first get there, specially when I whip out my castrator knife." Which she promptly did and proceeded to give a graphic description that made several of the surrounding tables uncomfortable. Jubilee wondered just how the hell the topic of castration had resurfaced yet again! Harley, on the other hand, was busy taking notes on a few napkins.
Mazikeen ended with acting out the throwing of something into a fire, and then it was Laura's turn, as Illyana was being skipped until last. Her choice had agreement nods and sips from all the Marvel gals.
"I would go with Daredevil."
Then it was Selina's turn and of course she said "Batman." Her smile was as wicked as any as she sipped.
Cassandra had to be nudged as she was spacing out. "Oh… um…" Darn it, she was giving up a hint to a secret. "Um… Raven. Not my story to tell..."
Jubilee gleefully announced. "Deadpool!" To the groans of all present.
And then it was time for Illyana. Why had Dani said Illyana had to go last? Well, Illyana always had odd things to say in such situations, weird as in fun. Boom-Boom had said it best, just more of Illyana's weird shit. Which if you dimension hop, is rather the norm. Dani was expecting Illyana to say Doctor Doom but instead she said…
"My first choice would be Maidman, my second choice would Kei and Yuri."
"Maidman?" Was the universal outcry from the table. "Who the hell is that?"
"He's this alternate dimension hero, dresses up in this French maid outfit and has a broom that is filled will all kinds of science thingies. Bumped into this group called the Superhomeys when I was playing dimensional tourist. They thought I was an invading demon, and so there was this big fight before it all worked out. I met Maidman at the big karaoke party that night, man he has this creepy voice, sounds like broken glass, and apparently the criminals are all freaked out by his panty flashing, with a big groin bulge I might add. He's baseline human but loves to beat up criminals. I think it's a sexual identity thing for the criminals, like they're afraid he's going to do something really nasty with that broom of his. Anyway, I ended up singing 'I did it my way" with the Violator of Worlds, who is another demon lord, but he's is imprisoned in a set of power draining bondage gear, he's kind of a geek in the demon world. He lives on Emp's coffee table because of city zoning laws and loves to talk in the third person. Trust me, you have not seen a kegger until you see the Superhomeys have a kegger. Emp is nice, but Sister Spookie and I did not get along at all as she really hates blondes. No loss that she skipped the party." Illyana sipped, and held out her flute for a third pouring, which Jaye promptly provided.
Strike, and a home run on Illyana weirdness, thought Dani.
"What about Kei and Yuri? Who are they?" Asked Cassandra, not believing a word of this.
"Trouble consultants with really bad luck. They work for a group called World Welfare Works Association or 3WA for short. They have this cool panther like cat with them as well. I bumped into them once on a little… problem. Which I think got a lot worse after they showed up, but not really their fault that the comet hit the space station. But that bad luck of theirs has everybody there terrified of them. I liked them. They're also into karaoke, and I think their cats cool."
BEGIN ILLYANA FLASHBACK
VORP!
That was how it began. One second Illyana was sitting on a park bench feeding some nice ducks and the next second she was blasted in the air and across the pond by a massive power blast that sounded like 'VORP' while a female voice behind her screamed insults as the ducks scattered.
"How dare thy attempt to pilfer my look with thy exceedingly miniscularily dimensioned midriff! Unto you shall be a most atrocious beat-down you filthy blonde monkey! That look is trademarked, and my boot shall enforce it upon thy rump, oh demonic strumpet!"
Illyana's drink has likewise been blasted (a tea based coco drink called an Aztec mocha, Illyana had just discovered it and was totally loving), and it was now rather all over her. And, because Illyana was dressed in her usual black garb, more then a little had gone down her chest through her boob window.
Horns grew upon Illyana's head as a devil tail snapped into existence. She was on the downward descent when she noticed some costumed idiot striking a heroic poise below her while he raised his fist to strike at her. "I strike the poise heroic, and give forth the challenge of Scuse me while I cry forth havoc!" Was his most unremarkable and annoying cry of war, lame due to his wont of endless repetition.
Illyana's soul sword flashed into existence as she descended upon Major Havoc and lo did'st she smite him down. Smite him down with great smiting so that he did'st blubber and cry out for she who spawned him even as he sorely befouled his brightly colored breeches with numbers both one and two. Struck down he was, with the following ringing in his ears: "Woe unto thee, thou'st who doth resemble the hindquarters of a most enormous equine!"
What that Illyana turned and blocked another VORP of a magical strike from the unknown assailant. An assailant who was being harassed by the before mentioned ducks, as the ducks were annoyed, mightily annoyed. Ducks know an easy mark when they see one, and Illyana had been a gold mine of unending tasty treats, whereas her assailant was marked with the secret duck stigma known only to those most fowl, and those wise in the ways of the bird, a secret mark that showed she never fed the creatures of the air.
"What manner of a cluelessly caviling comprehension-challenged cretin art thou? And how dares't thou cowardly strike upon my most trim and athletic posterior!" Cried out the wench of Magik at the unknown assailant.
And lo did Sistah Spooky fly forth from the avian squad of fowl pecking harassment and excrement besmirching. Similarly garbed was she, dressed in darkest blue with midriff similarly bare but no boob of window to show forth the line of cleavage to capture the male gaze. Sistah was as dark of skin as the wench of Magik was light. Likewise long gloves did she wear but different was the cloak and hood that shielded the identity secret of Sistah Spooky.
"Presumptuous primate!" Volleyed back Spooky as a much unpleasant comparison of the wench of Magik was made with a screech that resembled the sound of thousand felines in direst estrus. "Begone you middlingly mediocre hellfire hussy!" As Spooky let loose more magical blasts, resembling greatly the blaster of laser from the War of Stars, as wielded by the troupers of storm. And a mighty sound was let loose as the magic blasts went forth.
PHEW!
PHEW! PHEW! PHEW!
PHEW!
And her assault helped Spookey, and her pert behind, but not. Mighty did the two wenches of magic contest, and lo, more of the Superhomeys didst come to the aid of their boon companion, but it was for naught as the wench of Magik did strike them all down, strike them down with great bitchatude as she bound them all in a manor that you, Alpha wench, are most familiar with! Bound with the cry. "Mute thyself, oh maddeningly mewling morons of unprovoked mayhem!"
"And the Caged Demonwolf's retelling is verbally correct?" Inquired Ninjette (Kozue Kaburagi, female ninja from New Jersey) of Emp. Ninjette was with Empowered (Elissa Megan Powers, also know as Emp) and Thugboy (Boyfriend of Empowered), scattered upon the couch were they, as the Merciless Monarch of Menace recounted the tale.
"He whose name is too scary to be spoke, The Fusion-Phallused Molester of Worlds, is correct in describing the altercation that took pace at Ducky park." Sighed Emp. "This… demon girl was present and Spooky decided that she had to be a villain, the word choice is his but they kind of recount what was said that in the most entertaining of ways."
The before mentioned Violator of Worlds was currently imprisoned in a set of power draining bondage gear and resided on the living room coffee table, his empire reduced to now but the remote control of the television.
"I take it she's blonde." Ascertained Ninjette as she took a sip of her beer.
"Massively, and somewhat dressed as Spooky, which I think really pissed off Spooky." Replied Emp.
"So how did the fight end?"
"I got there late, and I asked her if she was actually attacking, as all she did to the others was disarm and tie everybody up before proceeding to shout at them. Turns out she's just a tourist. She ended up getting invited to tonight's Karaoke kegger. And Yea! I didn't get tied up that time! Oh, and the horns and devil tail faded after the fight."
The eldritch 12-cylinder engine of destruction much preferred his rendition of the events and he continued to recount the tale to the Alpha wench, to the female friend of her bosom and the male fondler of her bosom. "Jackanapes! Cease thy dullard interruptions and let the Cataclysmic Snuffer of Civilizations continue!"
"Geez, okay, no need to get worked up oh Silver-Tongued Sovereign of the Spaceways." Answered back Elissa. "Um… do you know her by chance?"
Thus answered the Nigh-Omniscient Netherlord. "The All-Knowing Hellspawn has heard of her, but not yet met. Fated are we to sing the song of absolute triumph this very night as we duet My Way!" With that the Cosmic Cognoscente continued his version of events.
"And thus verily cried the wench of Magik. 'A smiting upon thy backsides shall be thy reward, oh ye profanely, dystopianaically dullard of a doxy, for besmirching my gaze arresting cleavage of display!' And with that did the wench of Magik did spank the quivering backside of the before mentioned pert behind possessed by the wench named Spooky with the flat of her giant sword. Great was the lamentations of the punished as she…"
"Really?" Whispered Ninjette to Elissa.
Elissa whispered back. "I think… maybe only twice. She was really annoyed about what happened to her drink."
END ILLYANA FLASHBACK
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With that a dark voice echoes through the cognospheres.
"A great battle state of woo is set! Mightily are the forces that converge on the upon the place called Gotham oh Jackanapes! Does not the Nigh-Omniscient Demongoat transcend your simple view of time and dimensionality? This Sinister Savant is able to break the fourth wall at will and views the span of time as but a single moment. What future portents are in store you cry, groveling for details? But this taste will he who strides upon existence with a foot most firm share with thy. Meat of the Loaf shall surely be sung, as good girls may go to heaven, but the Bad Girlz go everywhere!"
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From chapter 13 of Girls night out II.
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"Hey Illy! So tell us some more about this MaidMan guy!"
And so… Illyana recounted what had happened at Superhomey Karaoke Night, a recounting what included the disturbing statement "…Imagine Batman in a frilly French maid's outfit with a massive panty groin bulge that he likes to flash…"
BEGIN REFLECTION OF SUPERHOMEYS Karaoke Night
Earlier the Superhomeys had fought, and lost, to the vacationing Magik who had been mistaken for an attacking demon by the Superhomeys. Illyana had sarcastically commented after the event that apparently drinking a chocolate tea based drink and feeding the ducks was considered very demonic and showed evil intent on EMP's world. EMP had been the only one to actually ask if Magik was attacking, EMP had shown up late, as the supposed Demon was not actually killing anybody other then incapacitating those who had attacked her and giving a bound and gagged Sistah Spooky a spanking with a giant sword (it was just a few swats but Spooky was enormously mortified).
Magik had been invited to Karaoke night as a sort of apology for the attack (since when do demons vacation was one common compliant). An invite she took them up on, much to the surprise of some. Karaoke night you might ask? Heroes in the universe of EMP (Empowered) fought hard, and partied harder, and Karaoke night allowed them to cut loose with a vengeance with both alcohol and mournful melodramatic vocals of questionable artistic quality.
Magik had shown up in her Darkchilde form, partially as a bit of a snub, and partially as Sistah Spooky had been quite upset at Illyana's black costume as it had so resembled Spookies own costume. So instead Illyana had attended wearing a chainmail bikini, cloven hooved, and lashing devil tail; with some small cute red horns. Her presence had surprised some, and had generated a few annoyed glares and whispered comments (especially from Major Havoc, but he hastily looked away and shut up when she gave him a stare).
She was currently nursing a Blue Moon beer bottle and thinking of leaving. If you've attended such an event (or read the comic) you realize that she was far from the oddest thing there. But… being of questionable character, nobody had as yet sat at her table or conversationally engaged with her. A hero by the name Heavy Ordnance (picture a male torso with a howitzer for a head) was singing (badly but with passion) Sometimes when we touch by Dan Hill.
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And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes
And hide
I want to hold you till I die
Till we both break down and cry
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Illyana was not feeling welcomed (a not uncommon condition for her). The whole demon thing was partially to blame, plus the fact she'd defeated them on battle, and EMP was not present (she had yet to arrive with her friends). Illyana was just about to depart when a figure that had been observing her from the shadows approached and sat down at her table.
It was Maidman, who has not been part of the fight. He was the broom-swinging cross-dressing crusader of justice. Dressed in his signature frilly French maid costume, stiletto heels, white panties, and fishnets (with garters); sans his techno broom. He had been voted by villains as the guy they'd least like to arch-antagonize. Also known as Garter-belted Gladiator, the Dark Knight Domestic, the Delicate Cycle Detective, the Hard-hitting Hygenist, the Sanitary Sentinel, the Iron-handed Immaculist, the Manservant of Steel, the Squeaky-clean Samurai, the Corset-clad Crusader and the Velveteen Virtuoso of Violence. He gave a grunt of disapproval as he gazed upon her. A grunt that Illyana understood (she was very conversant in gruntology) as she replied.
"Yes, why not dress the part as it were." Meaning her Darkchilde form.
A questioning grunt from Maidman.
"No, I'm not 'planning' anything. I figured that I'd show up and have a few drinks before taking off. I was invited after all."
A snort of a grunt from Maidman which caused Illyana to chuckle.
"Like you have a leg to stand on trying to complain about my appearance. At first I thought you were just another odd fetish dressed pretend player like that fake Catwoman over there." Illyana gestured at a scantily clad cat themed hero who went by the name Ocelotina who was actually a provider of heroine Stripperiffic bound and gagged softcore imagines (there was a surprisingly large demand and it was quite lucrative). "But on closer examination I see I was mistaken. You're actually the real deal. I hope you don't have an arch nemesis with you dressing like that, and please tell me that you don't have a side kick called Leather Lad."
A rather satisfied grunt from Maidman.
"Yeah, I can relate. I once had a bunch of duffuses blast off my clothing and post it on youtube, that was the first and last time anybody did that."
Another questioning grunt from Maidman as a waitress brings a beer for him.
"No, I didn't kill them, really wanted to, but my friends talked me out of it. Instead I had them do a series of tasks, one of which was to dance wearing just thongs in the New York gay parade on a float of a giant male thingie. Then they had to defeat Gaylactus." (Author's note, see chapters 5-6 of what to do about Magik, and in her defense she was very drunk at the time).
A statement that resulted in Maidman spitting out a mouthful of beer (thankfully not on Illyana), then giving Illyana a growling kind of grunt.
"What… They totally deserved it. I did finally accept their apology, after they first bought all the good chocolate in New York; I guess billionaires are good for something."
A suspicious grunt from Maidman.
"Just passing though, I'd heard of a world where…" Illyana suddenly went quiet, causing Maidman to give her a hard stare.
"No need to get grumpy at me, man that's a good glare. It's just that I don't know how much all of you know about just why things are the way they are here." Meaning the massive plethora of both heroes and villains that were granted their powers from aliens or mystic sources who did it for reasons that were not actually in the long term interests of humanity; in reality earth was kind of a reality show and the producers were not opposed to having the set burn down if the ratings were good.
A grunt from Maidman that sounded rather… resigned about something. The something being things that Illyana had hinted at (Maidman was one of the heroes in the know).
"I can relate, sucks when you're the playthings of those who like to pull wings off of flies, and then eat the flies."
Illyana was slightly tired of the one sided conversation so she then gave a kind of questioning grunt, which somewhat surprised Maidman as he was used to being the gruntie in most grunt conversations. After some thought he answered in a voice that sounded like he gargled with gravel and lye.
"Hetro, the costume is more about striking fear in the hearts of evil doer's, but I do confess I like the feel of female underwear. But… high heels are murder to run in."
Another questioning grunt from Illyana.
"Most criminals are easily daunted about things that confuse them. A guy dressed in a French maid's outfit is amusing; a guy beating the crap out of a gang of criminals while wearing a French maid's outfit is terrifying; plus many of them are afraid that I might take… improprieties with them. And no, I find the idea of dressing up as some animal to fight crime to be just this side of being a Furry, and this Lady has standards."
A snort of a grunt from Illyana, like she's trying not to laugh.
"I agree, the sexual identification of most capes, villains or heroes, can be used to great affect."
A short grunt from Illyana.
"The whole idea of having an arch nemesis is silly. This is neither a game or a hobby. I treat those who might harbor such concepts with extra… measures so as to discourage such… obsessions."
Illyana nodded her head in agreement. She likewise lacked any arch enemies, ones that were alive that is. Another questioning grunt from her.
"Yes, keeping the costumes clean is a major chore, one can't just try to bleach away blood stains. That doesn't work and one must think about the delicates when washing."
A comment that left Illyana giggling with laughter. After that the ice was broken and the two of them engaged in vigorous conversation. Maidman preferred hand to hand combat, nothing like the feel of a good bone crunching punch. Whereas Illyana preferred sword and dagger work; although giving a good beating with sticks was also satisfying. That's when EMP, Thugboy, Ninjette, and the Caged Demonwolf (imprisoned in the power draining bondage gear) arrived at the table. The DemonWolf was being carried by Thugboy who put him down upon the table.
Illyana stood and gave a small bow to the Demonwolf. "I great you Destroyer of worlds, Merciless monarch of menace, He who trods upon the grapes of wrath and serves the results with fiendish relish."
The Demonwolf returned the greetings. "Likewise does the Eldritch engine of destruction greet the Darkchilde, Queen of Limbo, Hell Lord and slayer of the dark and annoying Elder Gods."
Uncertain was the scene (meaning Illyana's demon form was off putting to the new comers), but… as in most socially awkward situations, sufficient quantities of alcohol smoothed things over. The conversation was hesitant at first, but progressed over time, until…
The Darkchilde and the Demonwolf sang upon the stage, each alternately singing one lyric. It was Frank Sinatra's My Way.
Illyana: And now, the end is near
DemonWolf: And so I face the final curtain
Illyana: My friend, I'll say it clear
DemonWolf: I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
Illyana: I've lived a life that's full
DemonWolf: I traveled each and every highway
Illyana: And more, much more than this
DemonWolf: I did it my way
Illyana: Regrets, I've had a few
DemonWolf: But then again, too few to mention
Illyana: I did what I had to do
DemonWolf: And saw it through without exemption
Illyana: I planned each charted course
DemonWolf: Each careful step along the byway
Illyana: And more, much more than this
DemonWolf: I did it my way
Illyana: Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
DemonWolf: When I bit off more than I could chew
Illyana: But through it all, when there was doubt
DemonWolf: I ate it up and spit it out
Illyana:I faced it all, and I stood tall!
DemonWolf: And did it my way!
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END REFLECTION OF SUPERHOMEYS Karaoke Night
Chapter 18 of Girls night out II.
Part 18b: THREE DAYS LATER, THAT MORNING (Part B)
Lex was massaging his temples, three Tylenol and still his head was pounding. He had just gotten done watching some snippets from the recording of the show SuperHomies the musical.
"The recording of the show is surprisingly good, I think we can sell it to Netflix." Commented Mercy (Lex's assistant). "Of course if we ever find them they'll want a cut of the revenue."
Yeah… Netflix. Not exactly the most discerning of vendors, thought Lex as he mused upon some of Netflix's shows he had seen (briefly).
Mercy suddenly gasped and drew her gun. Over in the corner was a crate that had not been there moments ago. There was an envelope attached to the crate.
"Calm down Mercy, I was… rather expecting something like this to happen." States Lex as he walked over to the crate where he took the envelope, and extracted from it a single page. There were just two words on the parchment.
For damages.
"Should I…?" Began Mercy.
A wince of a nod from Lex. "Yes, let's see what she thinks is sufficient recompense." Although what had been earned at the casino tables was actually sufficient, but no need to inform Miss Rasputin of that little detail.
One pry bar later the contents were reveled as the two of them looked within the create, there was a bit of a golden glow on their faces from light reflecting off of what was within.
"Yes… that most certainly… suffices." Mused Lex. Yes… defiantly sufficed. Not that he would want a repeat of the event but if one were to occur… well… this was quite profitable.
Chapter 19 of Girls night out II.
Part 19g: Karaoke!
It was weekly Karaoke night at the headquarters of the Superhomeys. Singing, some dancing, and a great deal of alcohol consumption. And, as Illyana was proving a point, the Bad Girlz were there! They even had their own table, shared with EMP, Thugboy (boyfriend of EMP), Ninjette (best friends with EMP), and of course the Caged Demonwolf who was still imprisoned in the energy draining bondage gear (The blazing eyed devil-goat merciless monarch of menace who breaks the fourth wall and speaks to you!)
WHO TOLD YOU WHO DOUBT THAT HE WOULD BE BACK YOU OF BUT MIDDLING MEDIOCRE MONKEY MENTALITY!
DOES NOT THE ELDRITCH 12-CYLINDER ENGINE OF DESTRUCTION, THE CATACLYSMIC SNUFFER OF CIVILIZATIONS VIEW TIME IN ITS ENTIRETY INSTEAD OF THE SEQUENCE OF EVENTS THAT YOU, PRESUMPTUOUS PRIMATE, ARE RESTRICTED TO.
BUT OH THE SENSUAL JOY AS NOW HE IS DRAPPED UPON THE PERT NIMBLE CURVES OF HER, THE ALPHA WENCH OF ALPHA WENCHES! A PERSONAL BUCKET LIST ITEM IS NOW CROSSED OUT AND ALL THE DEMON LORDS SHALL HOWL IN ENVY AT HIS TRIUMPTH!
Said menace of all creation was currently draped upon the person of Illyana as they sang, along with Meatloaf, what one might call the theme song of the group.
Good girls go to heaven
Good girls go to heaven
Good girls go to heaven (But the bad girls go everywhere)
Good girls go to heaven (Anybody, anywhere)
Good girls go to heaven (But the bad girls go everywhere)
When the wind is howling through your window pane
It's not the only pain of the night
You're burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love
And there's not an anti-body in sight
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Frizz was there as well, at a table with the Amazons; and all were being quite friendly.
That's when he, the dark defender of the night, walked in as both Jubilee and Dani rose to cry out in complete astonishment and awe.
"It's the Goddamn Maidman!"
Who answered right back."You're goddamn right!"
Imagine Batman in a frilly French maid's outfit. He's the badass broom-swinging vigilante Maidman, the cross-dressing crusader of justice! He struck a heroic poise and yes the groin bulge in frilly panties was a thing to bring dread to all evil doers. A poise that brought cheers from all the Bad Girlz, likewise EMP and Ninjette. Whereas Thugboy just looked very uncomfortable, as did most of the male heroes present.
Once the song was done Illyana returned to the table, having first teleported MeatLoaf back to the DC universe.
"Having fun oh slayer of all?" Asked EMP of the Demonwolf. No answer as he was enjoying being worn by Illyana. That's when the next order of drinks arrived as Cassandra stood on a table and held her Superhomey Super Hurricane at arms length as the crowd began to chant.
"Chug… Chug… Chug… Chug…"
She slowly lowered it down to her lips and began to drink to ringing cheers.
"This is such a bad idea." Was Illyana's comment as Cassandra continued to drink.
"Why?" Was Jubilees question as she paused in her chant of encouragement.
"That's made with 350 proof alcohol."
A comment that annoyed Dani. "That's not possible." As Cassandra raised the empty mug on high in triumph… then promptly passed out (she was caught by Selina as she fell off the table.
Illyana gave Dani the evil eye. "I know… but yet… it is."
"You know what this means then?" Stated Laura with a look of deep thought.
The girls all eyed each other before shouting the answer in sync.
"SHOTS!"
Which resulted in much small talk and the revelation that burning skulls were a secret turn on for Illyana (much to the surprise of all).
Later, Jubilee called bullshit on Dirty pair which resulted in…
Many things.
Many many things…
Ending in a massive day long blowout party at Lex Luther's Vegas Hotel.