Wicked was motor boating a dancer with the most amazing nipple tassels next to a passed out Wanda.
"You are spe-spetac-ctacular...here," she reached into her purse and pulled out a 50 and placed it int he g-string of the woman. "Get yourself something' nice."
She turned around after hearing her named being called and saw Rogue looking disgustingly sober and Kitty. Rogue quickly explained the situation which Wicked seemed to follow. She held up her hand and downed the rest of her water.
"I thought my Vodka tonic tasted funny. Alright, it's veeeery simple we save the Sitwell. He's clearly gotten himself in some kind of trouble. Without a thought to the civilians in the room Wicked produced a heavy set blob of a ghost. Much like a scene in an old west movie the music stopped as the crowd gasped. How else was she going to get Wanda back to the jet?
"Lesgo!" She said stumbling out of her chair and grabbing a bottle of champagne for the road.
Rogue gave the two of them a side long glance this would be without a doubt one of the weirder rescue mission."