<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 knew Piotr was attracted to her, one of the benefits (or curses) of being a telepath. She knew he thought she looked sexy, that made her feel good. Piotr was a very handsome man and having his attention did wonders for her low self esteem. She had always had a secret thing for Piotr how could she not? The man was the definition of tall dark and handsome he had a smile which could melt a girls heart. But he had this whole tortured soul thing going on, he was an artist, painter and as such had that tortured way about him. He was creative and she found that very attractive, back when she first joined the X-men she was attracted to him. She flirted with him in her very chaste way (she was a different woman back then, literally in a different body). When they were livening in Australia they became close friends and she even let him paint her in the nude.<br/><br/>But he had been with Kitty Pryde and although she never really knew the phasing X-woman she didn't feel she could pursue him. But it was plain to see that Kitty and Piotr were well and truly over, she was off in space these days. You couldn't get more long distance then that. She could sense he still missed her but at the same time he knew it was finally over. It was like things between her and Warren, she loved Warren part of her always would but it was over between them, it had to be, for her sanity if nothing else.<br/><br/>Betsey moved into the room stuffing her hands in her back jean pockets as she looked directly at the handsome Russian man. "I need a drink, and I was thinking its been a long time since I went down the road to Harrys Hideaway, what do you think? A glass of ice cold vodka on me?" She knew that he drank occasionally mostly when he was with his closest friends Logan and Kurt, but she hadn't seen him drink in awhile. Elisabeth herself was craving a large glass of red wine. Harrys was a safe heaven foe the X-men, his bar was always open to Mutants a real ally to them. The X-men had many happy times in his bar over the years. Things had been so dam depressing here lately she needed a pick me up.