Frenzy tossed down the last of her 37th Bramble that day. These Krakoan liquors were amazing; this one managed to taste like sour currants and sweet blackberries together. What a world.
Except when Basili-Cyclops walked by. Or Gambit strolled along, twined arm-in-arm with his wife. No, she didn't wish the latter any bitterness. She and Remy were old flames, now friends. And Rogue wasn't too bad.
No. She needed more liquor to drown the bitter taste of twisted regret out of her mouth. Lots more.
"Hey; needta switch to harder." Blob obliged, bringing Krakoan vodka. "Leave the bottle."
Blob obliged.