Who: X-23 and Bizzaro When: After this Where: A Club What: X-23 is going to prove she isn’t Lana Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA Notes/Warning: Possible Violence/Blood?
X-23 arrived at the club within minutes, still dressed in her barely there leather skirt and matching corset. She was a little amused she had been mistaken for someone else, but then she was confused at the same time. Who was this Lana Lang? And how could someone mistake her for X-23? Did this mean that there was another weapon? A failed one? One that got to live as a human? X-23 had always thought she was the only one. Interesting.
She walked through the club, heading for the bar. The eyes of several patrons were on her, which wasn’t that surprising, but if any of them tried anything she’d gladly cut off their hands, or other body parts.
“What can I get ya babe?” the bartender asked.
“Hmm,” X-23 pretended to think of a drink, when in reality she was thinking of ways to prove she wasn’t whoever this Lana Lang was, and the fact that she wasn’t exactly human. Maybe she’d activate her claws, or cut off her arm and reattach it. Whatever she was going to do, it was going to be a show that was for sure.
“Vodka,” X-23 gave the bartender a flirtatious smile as she slid onto a stool.