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Chapter one: Ice and Frost ____________________________________________________________________________ __ Emma Frost was in a bar. She was in a bar and she was mad. very mad. Scott Summers turned her down. HER! Emma Grace Frost. The white queen. Because he "loved" Jean. BAH! Love, nauseating. Disgusting. Insipid. Just like the Summers.
"Pour me another." Emma ordered the bartender, after pouring her fifth wine down her throat. "Dont you think you've had enough, ma'am?" Emma glared at him. He looked harmless enough. Brown hair, brown eyes, medium build. However he was in her way. Nobody got in her way. Not when she was in this mood. "They pay you to pour." She said quietly, calmly. Her words get intenser and louder. "Not to be a bloody guidance counsler. So Pour, DIMWIT!!!!" She said standing up, she began to teeter. She finally gave up and sat back down. "Listen Lady, I'm cuttin' you off." Emma had enough she finally seized control of "Jim"'s mind and forced him to pour her drinks. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
Bobby Drake AKA Iceman had seen a lot of things in his twenty-something life . Emma Frost in the bag, singing Kareoke was not one of them. Bad kareoke at that. "I-I-I-I-I W-I-I-I-L AlWA-A-A-YS LOVE YOU!" She wailed out. "Oh God." Bobby looked on horrified, shes going to quiver the lip!!!!! "My Darling you...." This was worse than the time during his teen years, when he went to kareoke night with the gang, and Jeannie and Hank had done a duet of "Tonite, I celebrate my love", and Warren singing "Material girl." Even worse than Scottys rendition of "Cant make you love me.". No this was nearing him singing "I'm too sexy" territory. With that in mind Bobby rushed the stage and threw Emma over his shoulders. "Robert!" She slurred loudly. "Who do you think you are! my fans were listening." Bobby noticed a small crowd of bald middle aged men looking at Emma's cleavage. "I love you all!!" she shouted. "You too Frosty!" They shouted back. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________ Bobby got Emma to the bar. "Are you okay?' He asked concerned. "What do you care? You love Jean!" "Of course I love Jeannie. We grew up together. Shes like a sister to me." "And what am I!?" "Emma, you told me you thought I was lower than lawn manure!" "And you are!.... why dont you love me?" "What!?" "Everybody loves Jean! You can relate." "How?" Bobby asked not really wanting to hear. "Well, you have horrible luck with women. They leave you, lie to you or have you lynched... Is it true you... drive on the other side of the road, to put it lightly." Bobby grabbed a glass of vodka and told the waiter to keep it coming. He wasnt going to leave Emma alone.and it looked like it was going to be a long night.
Chapter one: Ice and Frost ____________________________________________________________________________ __ Emma Frost was in a bar. She was in a bar and she was mad. very mad. Scott Summers turned her down. HER! Emma Grace Frost. The white queen. Because he "loved" Jean. BAH! Love, nauseating. Disgusting. Insipid. Just like the Summers.
"Pour me another." Emma ordered the bartender, after pouring her fifth wine down her throat. "Dont you think you've had enough, ma'am?" Emma glared at him. He looked harmless enough. Brown hair, brown eyes, medium build. However he was in her way. Nobody got in her way. Not when she was in this mood. "They pay you to pour." She said quietly, calmly. Her words get intenser and louder. "Not to be a bloody guidance counsler. So Pour, DIMWIT!!!!" She said standing up, she began to teeter. She finally gave up and sat back down. "Listen Lady, I'm cuttin' you off." Emma had enough she finally seized control of "Jim"'s mind and forced him to pour her drinks. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
Bobby Drake AKA Iceman had seen a lot of things in his twenty-something life . Emma Frost in the bag, singing Kareoke was not one of them. Bad kareoke at that. "I-I-I-I-I W-I-I-I-L AlWA-A-A-YS LOVE YOU!" She wailed out. "Oh God." Bobby looked on horrified, shes going to quiver the lip!!!!! "My Darling you...." This was worse than the time during his teen years, when he went to kareoke night with the gang, and Jeannie and Hank had done a duet of "Tonite, I celebrate my love", and Warren singing "Material girl." Even worse than Scottys rendition of "Cant make you love me.". No this was nearing him singing "I'm too sexy" territory. With that in mind Bobby rushed the stage and threw Emma over his shoulders. "Robert!" She slurred loudly. "Who do you think you are! my fans were listening." Bobby noticed a small crowd of bald middle aged men looking at Emma's cleavage. "I love you all!!" she shouted. "You too Frosty!" They shouted back. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________ Bobby got Emma to the bar. "Are you okay?' He asked concerned. "What do you care? You love Jean!" "Of course I love Jeannie. We grew up together. Shes like a sister to me." "And what am I!?" "Emma, you told me you thought I was lower than lawn manure!" "And you are!.... why dont you love me?" "What!?" "Everybody loves Jean! You can relate." "How?" Bobby asked not really wanting to hear. "Well, you have horrible luck with women. They leave you, lie to you or have you lynched... Is it true you... drive on the other side of the road, to put it lightly." Bobby grabbed a glass of vodka and told the waiter to keep it coming. He wasnt going to leave Emma alone.and it looked like it was going to be a long night.
