June, 2014
There were guys defiling her mini bus; her baby. They were carrying bagfuls of her personal booze things and just... throwing them away. She'd been asked to stand by and watch; "Professor Xavier" had said it was to ensure nothing of value was "put in the rubbish bin". Did he know where he was headed?
Oh god. Her brain switched tracks when she saw the blond hillbilly with her collector's bottle of Malibu. IT WAS EMPTY. Oh, hell no. Why did that need to be thrown out? "Hey, you Jolly Green jackass! Put that back!" This place was going to kill her. Dazzler needed a drink.