Re: Westchester bar district.
"You guys trying to ditch us?" Troy interrupted her. Kitty looked super uncomfortable. Who could blame her? Mikhail was discomfort wrapped in freaky. Hemlock kissed the Jewish girl on the temple and whispered, "Text me 'rabbit' if you want help." He pulled back, smirking, but had been dead serious.
Shadowcat laughed him off (mostly), and turned her gaze away from her usual dance partner, to his girlfriend. She nervously sipped her lemon Martini as Troy offered a fist bump to Mikhail. "You look amazing," she told Illyana, though her expression was contorted into 'tart' face as she lowered the slender, wide-brimmed glass. Whew. That was sour... and dry. She cleared her throat. "Have you guys danced yet?"
Troy nodded. "A few songs. The DJ is whack; gonna hafta elbow in later. I'll play Single Ladies; don't worry." He proceeded to do the 'hand flip' next to his face, ala Beyonce's video.