Mary Jane Watson and Kimberly LincolnWhen:
Evening, Friday, February 1Where:
Pure, a mutants-only nightclub in southern WestchesterWhat:
In the reign of Magneto, the only clubs that are publicly open are mutant clubs. Unfortunately for MJ, she's not a mutant... but Kim has a great way of getting around that idea.
These days, they kept a bouncer at the door who was checking mutant powers. Sapien interference was a scary thing, especially with the Friends of Humanity causing trouble. Another club had been destroyed a month back with a sapien suicide bomber going in and blowing himself up. They didn't want any of those fuckers coming in.
MJ really felt kind of guilty about doing this. It was deceptive and she was concerned about being caught, but... if she really needed a night of dancing that badly, she had to be willing to take a few risks. She was all dolled up in a dress she hadn't worn in forever, a glittery silver number that was probably just a little too sexy for a young mother. The knee-high black boots were surprisingly pinchy and needed to be worn-in again. Peter probably would have died if he saw her in such an outfit. He put her up on this pedestal, thinking of her as the sweet girl-next-door ... and.. he knew better than to do that. MJ had grown up with a party-girl persona that often got her into a lot of trouble. So sue her, she was tired of being wholesome tonight. She wanted to break the rules, and if that meant sneaking into an all-mutant bar and dancing until dawn... then fine. Peter had May for the night and MJ needed to let loose before she exploded.
"Oh, God!" MJ shrieked, tumbling onto the bathroom floor as Kimberly turned over her purse and shook MJ out of it. "That is so weird, Kim. That is so weird." But... it had gotten her inside the club. Pulling herself to her feet, she mussed her hair in the mirror, checked her lipstick.
"All right. I'm set. Let's do this thing."