Once the women were thoroughly lit, they left and traveled to another location.

"What are we doing next?' Dinah giggled.

"Paintball war!"

"Hell yeah, weapons!" Helena squealed.

"Why did you want us drunk to do this?" Shayera asked.

Emma shrugged, "Makes for a funnier time I think. And being intoxicated will probably ease the sting of being shot multiple times. And, Betsy, do not even think about shooting me. We are on the same team."

Betsy grinned, "Spoil sport."

When they arrived at their destination the women split into their respective teams. Protective gear was offered, but the women opted only for goggles.

"So, here's how this works. If you get shot by the opposing team, then you are out. Last team with a member standing wins. We'll play best two out of three, and if you guys are willing, round 3 will be the one where all bets are off. Mutant abilities and natural powers can be used. Agreed?"

Helena grinned widely. "Absolutely! We're going to trash you guys!"

Storm grunted, "Only if you four can avoid lightning bolts!"

Helena's grin dropped. "Shit. This might be tougher than I thought. But listen, please don't make me, you know, cluck or anything."

Betsy, Ororo, and Emma all laughed. Emma pointed to one side of the room. "There's a door over there for your team to enter. It leads into a labyrinth and then into a much larger room. There are places to hide and duck behind inside it. Good luck Leaguers. You're going to need it."

The Four JL women walked to the doorway and entered. Jean looked at Emma and began laughing. Emma arched her eyebrow and addressed the redhead. "What?"

"It's just, well, you are wearing all white. You're going to end up looking like a bad finger painting!"

Emma huffed. "Whatever. That's assuming I get shot." She turned and started walking to a different doorway on the other side of the room when she heard a series of popping sounds and suddenly felt a stinging on her backside. She had been shot in the butt three times. Emma instantly placed her hand on her butt cheeks and rubbed the sore spots. Paint covered her hand. She sighed and looked at her white clothes. She wiped the paint unceremoniously on her leg and turned to her companions who were all sporting large grins. "Bitches," she muttered. "Got it out of your systems now? Come on, and try not to shoot me again. Although I am sure those weapons accidentally discharged right?" Her friends laughed and followed her through the doorway.

Emma's assessment that drunken paintball couldn't hurt as much wasn't entirely accurate. Being shot didn't tickle and eventually the women began rethinking not wearing more protective gear. While the X-Men had stayed grouped together, the Leaguers had fanned out and hid behind the various objects in the area.

Emma whispered to Betsy, "You are probably the best shot on our team. We'll draw them out, and you pick them off."

"Why am I the best shot?"

"Because darling you are British. Doesn't that mean you are related to James Bond somehow?"

"You're British too!"

"True, but I am probably related to royalty.'

"Huh. I'd say you're more like Bond than I am."

"Do tell."

Betsy nodded towards Jean, "You're the one trying to bed the pretty girl."

"Touche'."

Emma looked at jean for a moment and then walked over to her. "Sorry, but apparently I am 007."

"What?" Jean asked confused.

"Sometimes the woman has to be sacrificed. Go on. Draw them out."

"YOU MUST BE HIGH EMMA!"

Emma playfully shoved Jean out from her hiding spot. Instantly shots rang out and Jean was hit in the arm and on both legs. Betsy used the opening and picked off Shayera with a single shot to the shoulder. Both redheads exited the room thoroughly infuriated. As the game continued, Diana and Ororo accidentally bumped into each other's backs while trying to hide somewhere new. They quickly turned around and apologized to the other. Instantly both sets of eyes went wide as Helena picked off Storm, and Emma shot Diana several times. That left Emma and Betsy against Dinah and Helena.

While hiding behind a small wall, Emma grumbled at Betsy. "You realize that they are far more suited for this than we are."

"I know." Betsy sighed.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"How the hell are we going to win this?"

Suddenly a third voice rang out. "You aren't."

Shots from both sides of the X-Men were fired, and Emma and Betsy both felt the stings of several paintballs finding their intended targets. Helena and Dinah emerged from the shadows.

"You two talk too much. It was much easier to find you that way." Dinah laughed.

Emma and Betsy grunted and walked back towards their respective holding area.

"Nice shots babe." Helena complimented.

"You too! Seriously, we are going to win this contest!"

"Only because you and I are awesome and make a great team."

Dinah kissed Helena's lips. "That we do.'

Helena pulled back slightly. "You like to gamble…"

Dinah giggled. "I do, why?"

"Let's gamble on this contest then. If we win, then you and I will get married here in Vegas. It's fitting I think."

"D-D-Did you just say what I think you did?"

"Yep."

"Helena, I…we've been drinking. Heavily."

"True, but I think it's a sign. Our team is unbeatable. Why not strengthen that bond?"

"How romantic sweetheart, " Dinah lightly chided, "wagering our future on a paintball contest."

Helena frowned slightly, "Never mind then. I just thought…"

Dinah dropped her gun to the ground and cupped Helena's face with her hands. "You think too much. Why the hell not? We don't do things the normal way anyways. So, yes, we win, and you and I will get hitched in Vegas."

Helena's lips turned up into a huge smile. "Glad you see things my way." The two kissed again for a few moments and then walked back to their holding area.