Psylocke (psylocke_betsy) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2012-01-16 00:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arrival, !incomplete, !open, betsy braddock |
Who: Betsy and Open
Where: The Fox Den
When: Sunday Night
What: Arrival
Rating: TBD
Betsy Braddock was well confused. One minute she was headed to the girls bathroom at the Xavier Mansion and the next instant she found herself walking out into a bar she didn't recognize. Her hazel eyes narrowed in total dismay at her present surrounding. She looked from end of the bar to the other trying to figure out where she was. She'd hit up the bars around the Institute plenty of times but this one did not ring any bells. Okay, maybe I took a tab of acid at the club last night and this is just some bad trip. She thought to herself. She slowly walked backwards through the door of the restroom letting the swinging door close in front of her. "Right." She said to herself. "I need to quit hitting the sauce so hard." She inhaled deeply and pushed the door open again. She'd hoped that she would find herself back the hallway that would lead to her room but she only found herself back in the unfamiliar building. "Well that's bloody fantastic." She said sarcastically.
She was glad that she hadn't changed into her pajamas before this strange relocation had taken place. I swear to god, it this is Kurt's doing he's in for a rudy rude awakening. But this kind of prank didn't seem like Kurt's style. Some of the bar patrons started giving her strange looks as she continued to look around. She reached into her jeans and pulled out her cellphone. She had intended to get a hold of Brian, or maybe even Rouge, but she frowned when she flipped it open and found that there was no service. "Figures." She said under her breath. Well now what the hell was she supposed to do. She slipped her phone into the purse slung on her arm and then fished out her wallet. She sighed in relief to see that it was intact, still contained her ID, and still had about two hundred dollars in cash. Thank god for small miracles Deciding to try and get some answers about where she was she walked over the bar and took a seat on one of the high chairs.
Once she'd flagged down a bartender she asked "'Scuse me luv, but can you tell me what bar this is?" She wagged her finger around to accent her point. The bartender gave her a suspicious look before answering her. "This is The Fox Den ma'am." Betsy wrinkled her nose at his referring to her as ma'am. Betsy was pretty damn sure she didn't look that old. "Uh, miss will do." She said in response. "And the Fox Den doesn't sound too familiar, is that in upstate NY?" The bartender gave her a look as if she'd grown another head. "Miss you're in Delaware." He said before turning back to his duties. "Delaware?!" Betsy exclaimed. "How the bollocks did that happen?" But by now the bartender was trying to ignore her. Betsy ran a hand through her purple tresses trying to clear her head. How does one start off their night in New York and end up in Delaware without knowing how that got there? Trying to figure out what had happened to her was starting to give her a headache. She let out a frustrated sigh and fished her wallet from her purse. "Fuck it." She said to herself. "Might as well have a boozer." She flagged the irritated bartender down again. "Look luv, I promise no more bloody questions just give us a pint will ya, larger if ya got it."