Preston grinned inwardly at himself.  He had recovered, if just barely, but he still had a long way to go if he wanted this particular beauty moaning within the next hour.  At one time he actually invited women back to his apartment, but that time was long since gone.<br/><br/>He watched her leave, eyes glued to curves as moved away.  He glanced around the room after she left, letting the last tendrils of her perfume fade off before gulping down a bit more of his water.  A small puff of steam drifted from his mouth as he pulled the bottle away, and Preston almost laughed as he concentrated on cooling his temperature down a little.<br/><br/>Everything was going fine until he saw -her- walk in.  In that moment, he could have screamed.<br/><br/>He moved through the club, a look of anger and fervor on his face as he grabbed Miss Junior Einstein by the arm.  It didn't occur to him that she actually had an important phone call; this was his night out, and he would be damned if he would let Tanya stop him from scoring this time.<br/><br/>"What the fuck are you doing here" he demanded.  Sure, it had been well over a year since they'd last threw things at each other, and granted, Preston was a mutant superhero now.  But some things never change, and Tanya was one of them.  "I swear to god, if you are here just to fuck with me I will.. will"<br/><br/>This was the problem with Preston; he never had anything good to follow up with.