Storm of the X-Men was having a stressful day. For some reason, she got the urge to head to a run-down biker bar on the wrong side of town and grab a drink. It seemed really out of character, but she figured she deserved a change of pace.
It was strangely relaxing to be here in her leather jacket, boots, and shades, looking like some bad-ass biker herself, enjoying a stiff drink surrounded by all these rough-and-tumble thugs. It was a real nasty place, and it seemed strangely comfortable.
"Hey, Storm?"
She looked up from her drink to find a familiar face looking at her.
"I gots your money, Big Mama."
Storm raised an eyebrow. The X-Man was almost acting like Storm was the person's pimp!