<strong>Name:</strong>Susan Storm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br/><strong>Wherabouts:</strong>Lounge.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See post.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/suta_zps502081ba.jpg)</div><br/>"The guy with heightened senses can't notice good Scotch from great Scotch? 'Just random'?"<br/><br/>Long black brows perked over Susan's bright blue eyes; bright blue eyes that were alive with a bit of playfulness in that moment. An energy mirrored with the tiny grin hiding just under the surface of her strawberry glossed lips. It was a tease, but deep down, Susan could believe Logan just shrugged and grabbed at something. "I can see it. But consider the stock from which you're so randomly pulling from. The only thing that could surprise me about Tony Stark...is if he had a bottle of bad Scotch in the whole of Stark Tower."<br/><br/><em>And VERY little else about that man would surprise me.</em>Bless Pepper's heart.<br/><br/>After a lengthy sip of her own glass of Scotch, Sue went from reviewing the room with her eyes to looking at Logan's eyes. And smiling. "It was fun. Got to see an old friend. Got really high. Then flew acros part of Manhattan here for the low-key entrance. Now I'm sitting here next to you, happy that you're much warmer than the air outside. Also wondering about the food options. And if we're all about to be attacked by some guy in a helmet having a bad day...I don't know why they're always wearing helmets, but far too many do. You guys got Buckethead, right?"<br/><br/><em>You guys...as if my guys were still the Fantastic Four.</em>It was a strange feeling thought. One she quickly abandoned, and ignored.<br/><br/>'Buckethead'--that's what she'd heard one of the X-Men call Magneto. There could not have been a better name for him. Of that, Susan was utterly convinced. Ben turning Doom into 'Doctor Dope' was likewise glorious. It was hard to tell if Doom frowned at that, or if he just frowned at everything. The man was twisted, dark, and a creep atop it all. She knew. Soon enough Susan had yet another long sip, her glass running near dry. "So, uh, any more where that bottle came from?"<br/>