Irene's brows pulled into a puzzled frown with Cammi's response to her quip. Realization dawed as her hand was grabbed and she was hauled away to a very bright booth. "No...I meant..." But she stopped herself and shook her head. "Ah nevermind," she grumbled with a shrug. Behind she could hear someone excitedly squealing about the various costumes on display. Irene glanced back, eyes falling on an amazingly painted Mystique. Her eyebrows quirked curiously then it dawned on her. The little kicking girl.<br/><br/>She let Cammi pull her right up to the rainbow booth. A very curvy Jean Grey appeared to be hard at work doing some painting. Irene looked between the two women and their exchange. Her eyebrows raised some but slinging insults in greeting was nothing new to her. With the introduction Irene gave Raven a sharp nod and reached out for a crushing handshake. "Pleasure Raven and thank you," she said before following Cammi over to the other table.<br/><br/>"Don't mind if I do," she said as she took the sponge to wash what she could off. She snubbed the cigarette on her boot but there wasn't a trash can particularly near so she stuffed the butt into her pocket for the time being. The paint came off well enough. She started with her arms but as she got to her neck the green leaked and leached onto the white tank top. Irene's lips pinched together as she frowned and huffed a sigh. "Ah fuck," she grumbled.<br/><br/>Yanking off the tank top the music suddenly halted and with it so did Irene, the shirt only half pulled off. Her body tensed, expecting something to go down. It changed to an odd, old kind of dramatic tune. Irene felt like she recognized the music but wasn't sure where to place it. People were shouting and pointing. Her eyes snapped over to the dramatically costumed figured and she relaxed. Just someone goofing around. Irene heaved a relieved sigh. Seemed someone was putting on a show. "I'm guessing shit like this is normal around here," she said with a short huff that could be mistaken for a laugh. Relaxed again she pulled the tank top the rest of the way off.<br/><br/>Underneath she wore a tight white sports bra that really pressed down the girls. She wore the higher waisted leggings that sat just below her belly button. Not just flat and toned her stomach was ribbed with defined abs, not as defined as they could be given decent hydration though. Damn near every inch of her was filled with ink. Just under her breasts and her stomach were the only places without. Her arms were mostly a mesh of various designs: flowers, a couple latin sayings, skulls, guns, a pinup on her forearm. Just a mishmash of greywashed design. Her back had a massive mural of an old frigate surrounding by a raging sea, at her lower back a more modern battleship with the 16-inch cannons facing out to fire. Squiggly tentacle wriggled from the foaming surge to wrap around her ribs on either side.<br/><br/>She went ahead and used the already strained tank top to wipe more of the old grease paint off her flesh as she dried herself. The sponge and shirt had done a decent job clearingup the old pain. Her hair would be near impossible without a real shower. Trying to scrape the paint out with the shirt and sponge was not only difficult but messing up her neat, strict bun. Irene grumbled to herself and just went ahead to pull the bun out. A little dipped and kinked from the bun but her fair fell in a thick curtain to the top of her rear. Having it down made it a little easier to scrape the old paint out.<br/><br/>"Never told me your name," Irene eventually said to Cammi as she rubbed the shirt on her hair to remove as much of the paint as possible. "Usual questions: what's your major? Where ya from?" She paused in her work to pull the plain, black flash from her pocket and took a drink of the Peach and Orange blossom Ketel One. Oh it so sweetly burned. She held out the flask for Cammi, "you drink? Wait...you old enough to drink?" Her eyes narrowed questioningly. Better not lie.<br/><br/><br/><b>Location: </b>Quad<br/><b>Speaking to: </b>Camilla(<a class="username" data-user-id="34449" data-username="@alona98" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34449/">@alona98</a>)