A small group of the women were dancing together. Storm and Betsy were laughing as it seemed that Helena was bound and determined to show how white she really was. Dinah would roll her eyes, and smile, and try and keep with whatever rhythm Helena was hearing in her head. At some point, Helena leaned over and spoke to Betsy.

"I have a question about telepaths."

Betsy grinned. "Ask it then."

"Can you really make people do things that they wouldn't normally?"

Betsy laughed. "Most times, yes. Weaker minded people are easier to control than most, but a gifted telepath could control the mind of someone more formidable."

"So…" Helena started, looking around, "you could make someone cluck like a chicken?"

"What a weird question. I have no idea, I have never tried. But I suppose so."

"Huh." Helena leaned back.

Emma walked up to the group. "What are we talking about?"

Betsy laughed, "I think Helena would like to see a demonstration of our mutant ability to make someone embarrass themselves."

Emma looked at Helena. "Oh? Well pick someone. But hurry up before Jean gets over here. I don't think she would appreciate this."

Helena looked around her and noticed a couple nearby dancing with each other. The guy was obviously well-groomed, and at first glance, looked like he could be on the show Jersey Shore. The girl's hair was bigger than her head, and her faux tan was nauseatingly orange. "Them. Those two." Helena pointed at the pair.

Emma looked at Betsy with a huge grin on her face. "You want the guy or the girl?"

"Girl."

Both women looked at the couple for a moment and then Helena watched the man lean over and whisper something in the woman's ear. Her eyes went wide and she slapped her companion.

"Oh shit!" Helena exclaimed. "What did he say?"

Emma chuckled, "He just confessed to sleeping with her sister."

"Did he really though?"

"Yes, he did. This guy is an arrogant prick. Good choice in picking him."

"My turn…" Betsy laughed.

The girl poured her beer over the guy's head. She swung her purse, and hit him in the shoulder, and then stormed off. She got about 15 feet away, then promptly turned around. She walked back to her companion, and yelled, "Your dick is little! And I faked half of my orgasms. " She turned on her heel and walked away for good.

The group of women laughed. Then Betsy returned her attention to the man. He looked over at the group and approached them. He stood there soaked for a moment and then spoke. "Ladies, I am a huge asshole. But I would like to tell you what my favorite song is." He began singing Old MacDonald had a farm. About halfway through his rendition he looked at Helena and began clucking like a chicken. Dinah spit out the beer she was drinking. Helena laughed uproariously.

Betsy noticed that Jean was approaching and quickly warned Emma. "Red is coming this way. Wipe his mind."

Emma nodded and the guy stood there and blinked a few times, and then shrugged his shoulders and walked away. Jean reached the group as he was a few steps away. "Everything alright? What did that guy want?"

Emma smiled wickedly, "He found himself suddenly available, and thought he would share how he felt about himself with us. He tried to hit on Helena, but had the oddest pick up line. Suffice to say he is trying his luck elsewhere."

The group of women laughed, while Jean stood there slightly confused. Helena giggled, "It was rather odd. Wonder if that ever works on anyone?"

"What did he say?" Jean asked.

Betsy grinned, "Not totally sure what he was getting at, but it involved farm animals."

Jean looked around at the women who were grinning at each other. "I probably don't want to know do I?"

Emma patted Jean's shoulder. "I am sure you don't. We got rid of him." She leaned over to Helena and whispered conspiratorially, "So did his girlfriend. And I am guessing after tonight, so will her sister."

Helena shook her head in amazement, and then got serious. "We are friends now right?"

Emma just grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

Ororo turned to Emma. "What is our next event? The score is tied."

"Ladies, for the next event…wait…where are Diana and Shayera?"

Jean scanned the room with her mind, and then quickly blushed. "They, uh, are preoccupied at the moment."

"I thought I was bad…" Emma mumbled as she picked up on what Jean was sensing. "Tell you what, everyone get thoroughly pissed first and then I will tell you."

"Pissed?" Dinah asked. "Why do we have to be angry for the next task?"

Betsy laughed, "Not pissed as in angry. Pissed as in piss faced drunk."

"Oh, well that shouldn't be a problem for Helena and me. Anyone else?"

The others shook their heads. Emma smiled, "Great. You got two hours to do it. Have fun. And by the way, someone needs to tell Shayera and Diana, but it won't be me. I don't know them THAT well."

Helena shrugged her shoulders. "What's the problem? I'll tell them. Where are they?"

"Engaged in, well, they, uh…" Jean stammered.

"Really? Can't think of one single word for what they are doing right now?" Emma asked Jean teasingly. "They are upstairs having sex in the bathroom. Most unsanitary of places…"

Dinah squealed, "THANK YOU. Finally someone who understands how gross public bathrooms are."

Helena rolled her eyes, but began making her way upstairs. She banged unceremoniously on the door and yelled, "When you two are finished, come downstairs and get drunk! We got another challenge to complete. " She started to walk away, but then went back to the door and yelled once more. "And make sure you wash your hands before you get near Dinah or Emma." Helena went back downstairs, grabbed Dinah, and ordered shots at the bar for the group. Once the bartender made them, the drinks were quickly handed out.

Jean sniffed the liquid, and then turned up her nose. "This stinks. What is it?"

Helena grinned. "Yager."

"My stomach is turning just smelling it. Tomorrow morning is going to be horrible. And I thought you shouldn't drink liquor after drinking beer." Jean eyed the dark liquid suspiciously.

"You shouldn't, but if you are going to hang with Dinah and I, you gotta drink like a pro."

"Or a fish apparently…"

The women looked at each other and then downed their shot. Everyone's faces twisted in random contortion with the exception of Dinah and Helena's. They shrugged, and Dinah muttered, "Amateurs."

Jean turned to Emma and whispered, "You and I need to talk."

Emma waved her off, and instead, grabbed her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. Immediately the White Queen staked her territory by placing her hands on Jean's back as the two began moving to the beat of the music. Betsy and Ororo followed them out, but kept a decent distance. Helena looked at Dinah and the blonde motioned for her to follow the others. After a couple of hours of dancing and drinking, the entire group was thoroughly sloshed. Helena fell over a few times on the dance floor, and after the third time, it was decided that she needed to be cut off.

Emma and Jean gradually moved closer to each other over the span of time. Every time Jean would try and talk to Emma however, the White Queen would just shift her partner around and move more into the redhead's personal space. Finally Jean gave up, and just enjoyed the close proximity that Emma's body had to hers. She loved the feel of Emma's breath on her neck, and the light touches that the blonde's hands were placing on her body. And Jean was returning those touches as well. Through the course of the night, she had her hands in Emma's hair, on her hips, and by the end, her hands had traveled a little lower.