Scene 4
The bartender sighed and shook his head. The man had been there for some time and had had too much to drink, but he was nervous about cutting the guy off. Maybe it was because the man was wearing a cape and helmet.
"One more!" the man in the helmet grunted.
"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" asked the bartender gingerly as he wiped out a glass.
"No one tells the Master of Magnetism when he's had enough to drink."
"Um, Sir," he said, finding his courage "I'm sorry but no, no more drinks for you."
The man in the cape growled and held out his hand. A spoon rose up from behind the bar, hung suspended above the man's hand, and rotated slowly.
"Yeah, you see that?" The man indicated to the spoon. "Look at that. You see that? The spinning. Look, you see? It spins."
"Yeah, I see it."
"With the spinning and all, you see it. You looking?"
"Yeah, I'm looking."
"The spinning, you see it. Do you see it?"
"Yes, I see it." The bartender was beginning to get annoyed. He'd guessed the man was a mutant, but this was just getting asinine.
"See the spinning? Yeah, most people can't do that."
"All right, all right, here you go." He poured the man in the cape another drink. He knew the rules about cutting people off. But, while he didn't have a problem with mutants per-say, he didn't exactly want to make a drunk one angry. "You never know what can happen these days" he thought to himself.
"You know where I'm going?" The mutant slurred.
"No idea." The bartender continued wiping his already-clean glass. He didn't want to have this conversation.
"My son's wedding. My son…" he slurred into the glass and swallowed the rest of the drink "Wedding, they said…"
"Well, you're not loosing your son, you're gaining a daughter." the bartender ventured.
"I'd gain a daughter to loose my son." the man slurred drunkenly. "But it's another son I'll gain. I never needed the one I had. My daughters… another daughter wouldn't be bad. Bui, my son… another son… God…" The spoon clattered to the bar and the man fell off the stool.
The bartender thought he heard the man mutter the word "Canadian" from the floor.
Scene 5
The hall looked lovely; expertly decorated in white, sliver, and a delicate blue-gray. Pietro and Jean-Paul cut dashing figures in matching white and gray tuxedoes.
The two men stood at the front of the hall, getting ready to take their vows. The music faded and the room went silent. As the Rabbi began to speak, the doors at the opposite end of the hall flew open and a dark figure cast a shadow across the isle towards the happy couple.
It stood silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, an impressive figure in a cape and helmet. The dramatic and imposing image loomed over the door for a long moment, then entered the hall with heavy and deliberate strides.
"I am the Mishter of Mig-na-tiz… oh crap…" The cape caught on a pew and the figure swung with it, crashing into the isle.
Logan stood up.
"I'm out!" he announced as he headed for the door.
"Me too." Colossus followed him.
"Oh, God, Dad…" Pietro moaned. With a heavy sigh, he turned towards his partner, only to find that he was alone in front of the crowd.
"Where'd Jean-Paul go?"