Jean Grey walked down the streets of New Orleans. It was clear that Saint Patrick’s Day was right around the corner. She had visited the last four places that Harley Quinnzel had attacked. It was clear that Laura and Kitty were working for mad doctor. As much as she and the professor were trying to find them, the fact that they were still invisible meant that something massive was going on. No ordinary shrink could completely alter their mental compositions so that they were invisible to physics who knew them for years. Jean stopped at the street corner when her phone rang.
“Hello?” She asked, “Remmy? Is that you? Are you following me Gambit? Right this is your hometown, how could I forget since you keep reminding us about it every day? Sure, I can use a rest. Right here?”
Jean hung up her phone and walked into bar right next to her. It was crowded. She looked around and didn’t see Gambit. There was a red head in a green outfit at the end of the bar smiling at her.
“Hi,” Jean said walking up to the bar, “I am looking for a friend of mine…”
“Guy, about yeah tall, sunglasses?” The bar tender said with a cartoonish over the top bad Irish accent, “Grey right? He went back to use the phone booth in back. He did buy you this.”
Jean looked around as the redhead pulled up a bottle of Guinness and pulled a bottle opener from the laces of her corset and popped the top.
“You guys have a phone booth?” Jean asked.
“One for the lads and one for the lasses,” The bar tender smiled.
Jean smiled and took the beer to a table. She started sipping the beer. She looked at the full length. She looked like a school teacher, white blouse, grey jacket, grey pants, flats and a pair of glasses. God it was pathetic. Jean took another swig of the beer. She looked back and scanned the room again, still no Gambit.
“Where the hell is he?” Jean muttered.
She looked back at the mirror next to her, she looked like a sexy librarian. Stilleto heeled pumps, stockings, a tight black leather pencil skirt, a tight white silk blouse, a black jacket, and some sexy glasses. Jean looked around the bar again. There was still no sign of Gambit. Jean was getting impatient. She chugged the beer. She looked around.
“Where the fuck is that useless asshat?” Jean called.
Jean looked at her reflection again. She looked herself up and down in the mirror, Black leather knee boots, fishnets, black leather miniskirt, black leather corset, white silk blouse, black leather trench coat and sexy cat eye glasses.
“Hay love,” the red haired bimbo stopped by, “This is for you.”
The woman put a pint sized glass on the table in front of Jean. Jean picked up the glass and slammed it. She could taste the whiskey burning her throat. Fuck Gambit, she needed to do something horrible.
*
The two officers were on bar patrol. Their job was simple, stop in at each of the bars, and check for any creepers, nasty drunks or people getting stupid. One of them went to talk to the bar tenders while the other walked around the front of the bar. He stopped at a table next to a mirrored wall. The red head was dressed like something out of a blue movie; Black leather thigh boots, micro mini skirt, black leather corset, translucent rubber button down blouse, black leather trench coat.
“Looking to meet a friend?” the officer said.
“Looking to make new friends,” the red head responded, “I would like you to be my friend. All you need to do is go outside and shot a few people on the street and then shot yourself in the head.”
“Yes… I want to be your friend…”
*
Jean watched the officer walk outside and smiled as she heard the gun shots and screaming. Being a whicked bitch was so much more fun that being a goody-two-shoes. Now to make some sex slaves…