Who: Regan Wyngarde and OT Hellfire Club Members NPCs: Exotic Dancers When: 7/29 Where: Hellfire Club, basement level What: Regan lays low in the company of club members. Rating: PG-13
Regan had thought about heading to England after her stint in mutant jail, but with the Olympics getting to London would have been more of a headache than staying and dealing with the mess of the United States. She supposed there was always Genosha, but she wasn't eager to follow Magneto to his tropical country without an exit strategy. So she had returned to roost at the Hellfire Club, where distractions abounded.
The one blessing in everything was that she had been able to keep from compromising her name, and judging by what she'd read about the whole mess, the feds had trouble distinguishing fact from fiction as far as the Mastermind family was concerned. It all worked in her favor.
A beautiful dancer swung her hips seductively in front of Regan. The club catered to all kinds of tastes. Regan sipped her scotch and threw a $20 onto the stage before waving the woman off. She had only come to this smoky corner of the club for the privacy, and in her experience, half-naked women always had a way of talking about all the wrong things at the wrong times.