Katherine Pryde was having a dance. Alone. #YesAllWomen But it was her third in a row and she wasn't really up to asking an other-realmer to cut a rug (partly because she didn't want to make an idiot of herself at her mentor's wedding). Though, Zap hadn't done a lot of mentoring lately, a lot in part, Kitty felt, due to the fact that she was no longer a technopath. But that was okay, Shadowcat had found plenty to do. Like... stalk Valkyrie (herself and twenty other young women, too). So things were cool. Cool, cool, cool. She scanned the perimeter of the dance area.
"Jimmy," Kitty shouted, in the manner of a ballplayer calling out their shot before swinging. She stepped off the floor, took his hand and dragged him out behind her and then began to dance again. If he made a run for it, she'd scruff him. "Long day?" she asked, knowingly. "I was tired of dancing alone and I haven't seen many 'big booty bitches' here," she said liberally, "so I thought we could commiserate." She'd seen more and more of it lately, but Jimmy was dressed nicely and styled over. "You look good tidied up. Simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication, though. da Vinci." She smiled, closed-lipped, then clarified, "You look good in what you normally wear, too, is what I'm saying. But nice job." What. "Where'd Zap go?"