<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Psylocke-Marvel-Comics-X-Men-Exiles-3-f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Elisabeth *Betsey* Bradock/Psylocke<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black lather jackett, white tight vest top. Purple leather jeans, black leather belt, high heeled black boots (As pictured)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Colossus<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>She could sense he was thinking of that intermit time they shared in Australia too, it was killing her how attracted to him she was and she knew he felt the same way. But she knew that Kitty had burned him good and those wounds were going to take some time to heal. Betsey wouldn't push him, he was still her friend and it wasn't fair that she had the advantage of telepathy. She made a decision to shut her mind off from his and what he was thinking. She walked towards him her hips swaying from side to side, she knew how to work her womanly charms to get what she wanted. He protested that he wouldn't be very good company. She smiled and reached up with her left hand and caressed his handsome face, fingers running down that strong jawline. He had grown his hair out alittle, she liked it, it as different, she liked long hair on a man.<br/><br/>"Well id appreciate the view if nothing else." She flirted with him in a bold and outright manner. "Seriously Piotr all we seem to do is hide in our rooms and wallow in self pity. Yes we have lost people yes the world is STILL an unforgiving place for mutants but what can we do? Charles would want us to go out and live our lives, laugh again, have fun just be people and not just X-men. I know you do the brooding tortured soul of an artist thing and you do it very well but I miss the old Piotr, the one that used to laugh and have fun." She said as she tilted her head to the left and looked deep into his eyes. "Its just a drink Piotr, down the road at our local pub. Nothing too extreme or extravagant, just a nice drink which we both would enjoy. She was steadfast and determined, she was going to get her own way with this one.