"Never ever," Shadowcat vowed. She didn't plan on changing for anything. Even if she tried. Jimmy was being a little softer than usual, and while that was completely acceptable and appreciated, it was different. Maybe having a deeper connection with the other Natives had allowed him greater empathy? Who knew...
Her head cocked back at 'little hairy dude' in disgust, then she blinked in surprise at 'Odin's kids', and was still trying to figure out what any of that really meant when Mr. Proudstar decided he was suave again. "Yeah, yeah," she dismissed his hoodie jab because honestly, she was out of comebacks about her personal suits of armor. Everyone and their brother had taken a run at her mental-illness-driven clothing preference. C'est la vie. "You're happy to see me out of pants?" she smirked, but then nodded her approval; he was right to be happy about it.
Her hips scooched forward and she closed her eyes, then rested her forehead on Jimmy's shoulder while she caught up to herself. "I'm really freaking out here..." she breathed, her hands clenched the fabric of Warpath's shirt where they'd been resting casually seconds before. "You were just screwing around about the whole aspect of carnality crap, right?" Her fingers fell through the sleeves of his jacket and shirt, and stopped when she hit the Apache's skin. "Just, don't..." let her sink. "Can we get out of here?" No. Not necessary. "Please," her hands resurfaced and the left hand linked fingers with Jimmy's right. The interlocking sensation of their warm fingers made her thighs clench. His palms were so rough and his fingers were so thick and she really wanted to kiss god damned Jimmy Proudstar. Or with any luck, she'd slap him instead, as she was prone to do, and he'd walk away confused. "You should," pant, leave her alone, "let me loosen that," Kitty narrated as she pulled his tie free from his shirt with her free, magical ether hand.
Fricky frack, he'd called her out like a ballplayer, not the other way around. Not intentionally, sure, but apparently she couldn't handle Jimmy in a damned suit now. Pressed against her. Whispering in her ear. Telling her she was pretty. And she couldn't even blame the champagne fountain. Yeah. Smack and run. That was the plan. "Your hair looks amazing right now."