<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>MARVEL GIRL</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>female<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>Kitchen | Early evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Long red hair loose about her shoulders, Beige cardigan over a beige cashmere v-neck, black denim skirt, cute black stockings with little hearts on them. Click for image (https://i.imgur.com/tzpd8Ce.jpg)<br/><strong>Vibe:</strong>All I Want For Christmas Is You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAkMkVFwAoo)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Deadpool | OPEN<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>There was a large island in the middle of the kitchen. One of those ones where half a dozen people could sit around it with stools. The work surface was high, there was a small vegetable washing sink at one end. Under the table on the side Jean was at, it had cupboards for storage and stuff. There was a set of recessed bar lights overhead that lit the island, all the other lights in the kitchen were out.<br/><br/>Having just dusted off her third full tumbler of apple cider-spiced rum cocktail, Jean was washing it all down with an ice cold beer. Damn that tasted much better then it should have, she thought as she put the bottle down with a clink. Looking up from the bottle she spotted Deadpool walking into the kitchen, decked out in a tacky Wolverine emblazoned Christmas sweater.<br/><br/>Jean said, "Where the hell did you get..." Her words halted, there was just to much to digest in this moment. Why did Wade do anything that he did? She thought about it, and began to speak again. "It doesn't matter. Maybe it does... but I'm not sure if I want to know. Would like some more cookies, Wade?"<br/><br/>Half ducking down and reaching under the counter she pulled out another plate of cookies, placing in the middle of the marble island counter top.<br/><br/>"I'm having a beer to go with my cookies... Merry Christmas to me." Jean said as her head spun a little. With a deft motion she scooped up a cookie for herself and shoved it into her pie hole so she could keep herself from saying anything stupid.<br/>