Martin Blaire's attempt to remain out of people's way was succeeding so far.  He was never good at social events, and couldn't help but think contemptuous thoughts about those in attendance who were clearly wearing clothes to make themselves stand out.<br/><br/>"I bet none of them are married." he thought as he chuckled slightly.<br/><br/>His parents were unable to make it due to previous engagements, but his mother had insisted he wear his costume under his suit, "Just in case."  There was clearly a few veteran members of the school on edge.  He sincerely hoped Joseph and Colette weren't feeling this paranoia.  He thought for a moment about using some subtle tricks of light his mom taught him to calm those few people down, but thought better of it as they were likely well-trained in monitoring their thoughts and emotions, and any sudden shifts would likely only cause them to make a scene.<br/><br/>After having a turkey and swiss sandwich, he walked over to the bar and asked for a glass of white zinfandel.  The attendant shifted his eyebrows as if to ask "Are you serious?".  After a moment of calm yet constant eye contact, the attendant shrugged and poured a glass for Martin.<br/><br/>Martin turned around and under his breath said "Bout time, bitch.", smiling slightly.<br/><br/>The attendant who clearly had better hearing than Martin thought, said "I'm sorry, what was that?"<br/><br/>"Nothing.  I said you hair looks nice." Martin said, smiling at the man snidely.<br/><br/>Sipping on the champagne flute that the idiot attendant poured the wine into, Martin decided it might be best if he actually did socialize a little bit.  Doing a quick look around, he didn't see any fellow X-Men in the immediate area, so he opted to walk up to the two women conversing near the bar.<br/><br/>"Hello, I don't believe we've been properly introduced.  I'm Martin.  Great booze here... just... questionable help." he said loud enough to ensure the rude attendant heard him.  He smiled warmly toward the women.