"God, me either," Kitty said, sipping her own drink. That was perhaps the only good thing about the new regime; it was a lot easier to get alcohol when you were underage now that genetics were more important than age limits. "She hates anyone who disagrees with her and her precious supremacist ideas. Doesn't have anything to do if they're mutant or not."
"Maybe you and I should start a club for pissing people off. Sound good?" Nudging Mary Jane's shoulder with her own, she settled back against the side of her bed, holding her cup in both hands. Of course people weren't going to agree on things, but she still didn't get how disagreement - even vehement disagreement and thinking people were flat-out wrong - made her some kind of enemy of free speech.