Telepath Tea Party
Emma Frost simply adores Royal High Tea at the Russian Tea Room. There was a time when she was here everyday from two pm to four thirty pm, socializing with New York's elite. Of course, this was before the erstwhile White Queen had been outed to the world at large as a mutant.
Now? Now she was sitting at a table occupied by two of many faces that sickened her to the core. Well, no, that was a lie. It was one face on two people.
Jean Grey.
And Madelyne Pryor.
Still, unless you were reading her mind, you couldn't tell that Emma greatly disliked the two women she was seated with. Her face hides it well.
Emma pours herself a glass of fizzy, bubbling champagne, and sits back, carefully crossing her legs.
"Well. This is cozy."
Now? Now she was sitting at a table occupied by two of many faces that sickened her to the core. Well, no, that was a lie. It was one face on two people.
Jean Grey.
And Madelyne Pryor.
Still, unless you were reading her mind, you couldn't tell that Emma greatly disliked the two women she was seated with. Her face hides it well.
Emma pours herself a glass of fizzy, bubbling champagne, and sits back, carefully crossing her legs.
"Well. This is cozy."