<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Shrike.jpg_zpsf93crnmc.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Christopher Hayes aka Shrike<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(14:15 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, Danger Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Psylocke, Sunpyre, Mainfold, Juggernaut<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>"That was awesome,"  Christopher said, folding his wings and falling in to step beside Sunpyre.  He mimed her throttling of Nimrod.  "Want to go for some Mexican?"<br/><br/>His pain was fading but he still hadn't recovered to the point that he was going to ogle Psylocke's impressive figure as she exited.  The fact that he hadn't might have actually scored him a brownie point or two with Sunpyre, although he doubted it.  The Japanese girl seemed quite stand-offish and hypercritical.  She'd likely rebuff the invitation.  It would be her loss if she did.  There was a terrific little place that served authentic Mexican not too far from the school.<br/><br/>They were famous for their collection of hot sauces.  Christopher wasn't sure what her spice tolerance was but if it was anything like her heat tolerance, he'd have somebody he could share his favourite face melting, throat shredding endorphin  experiences with.<br/><br/>And she was hot.<br/><br/>And she was a mutant, so she wouldn't hold his wings against him.  If he was lucky, maybe he'd be able to hold them against her though.<br/><br/>Completely oblivious to the fact that everyone else in the room knew, Christopher led the way to the elevator, waiting for Leyu to respond.