“Honey, diamonds do well under pressure..and I don’t think you’re a diamond.”

Emma stated as she dragged out out of the hotter sector of the party and back to the bar, a martini already held in her hand with two fingers at the stem, she took a sip and then looked back at you.

Sure, you only came here because she’s Emma Frost and she offered you some free drinks..but you didn’t think you’d have so many..or so see many girls running around in their skimpy attire..but damn, you probably looked like a creep gazing up at them with that drunken eye..but still…

“I mean honestly, hon. The way you were looking up at those gals when they got close to you. Looked like a total creep, and I can say from experience. You realllly need to get it together, or you’re literally, never gonna find a partner. Now cmon. I’ll get you a drink, my way. Anything specific or do you want a surprise?”

She asked, leaning against the bar with that fancy boa of hers she was wearing flurrying around her sheen hair, martini being dipped delicately out of despite the small amount of liquid actually in the glass.