Dr. Jean Elaine Grey | ``The Phoenix`` (ex_the_phoen109) wrote in x_flashback_x, |
Right. They had been talking about the prom, and then Emma started messing around with his head. Jean hated that she had been psychically eavesdropping on them (especially Scott), she but wasn't about to start underestimating Ms. Frost now; she had to keep an eye on her. The woman was obviously hellbent on getting her claws into Cyclops and she wasn't going to let a little thing like marriage stop her. The White Devil Queen was incorrigible.
You should sit, sweetheart...
"No thanks," Jean said rather curtly, while she came around to stand in front of the couch. Her arms were now crossed just below her bosom and she was watching the two practically untangling themselves from each other.
As Scott moved to stand up from the couch, Jean took a slight step to the left to let him by; he seemed to have the sudden urge to sit on an armchair - not that she could blame him. She could sense how uneasy his mind was now.
"A drink?" she repeated and smirked slightly, while she glanced over at Scott for a moment then back down to her rival; Emma still looked as calm and cool as ever... and that really ticked her off. "I'm sure he wouldn't, but isn't a little early to kick off happy hour?" Like Scott, Jean wasn't much of a drinker and she generally reserved that habit for special occasions... and this certainly wasn't one them.
Not at all, Emma, she lied. Jean wasn't going to explain her reasons for coming back upstairs so quickly, because Emma probably already knew. I guess you'll never know, huh?
Her fellow telepath was trying to get a rise out of her, but the White Queen would have to do better than that to get Jean to react.