Logan was having a perfectly acceptable time holding up the wall, waiting for Betsy to come and relieve him from chaperone duty. Parties were not his thing, he avoided them at all costs...and yet here he was, the scariest thing these kids would ever come across tonight, scowling for all it was worth.
"Okay Logan, here I am," Betsy slunk up next to Logan looking every bit like Catwoman, right down to the face mask and full body-molded suit.
"Took you long enough."
"And you are going as...Pony Boy maybe," she replied in a snarky tone. "Latex and revenge, Logan. These things take time."
"Still mad at Warren," he smirked.
"And I intend to make him suffer, greatly."
"I think it's workin'."
"Good," she grinned, something bright sparkly red catching her attention as it moved through the crowd. "Would you look at that, a half-naked fireball."
"Really," Logan replied, the half-naked fireball was Jean.
Her costume was nothing more than a filmy nightgown and a ton of red and gold glitter artfully swirled over her skin.
"You can go now," Betsy reminded him.
"Uh huh," he muttered.
"Or you could stay."
He grunted something, his eyes stuck on Jean as she flitted through the crowd.
"See something you like?"
"Betsy," he growled.
"Yes, Logan."
"Go play with Warren."
"All that frustration can't be good for you," she commented with a sly grin.
"Very funny, now move along."
"I guess she must really be a fireball," she watched his face contort in confusion.
"What?"
"You're sweating."
He knew perfectly well he was sweating, it took all his self-restraint to stay in control.
"I gotta get outta here," he muttered, making no move to leave.
"Ya might look less creepy if you just join in."
"Saywhat."
"Join in," she shrugged, heading over to the crowd.