Erupt: Our muses have a fight over something trivial.

Alison shot a pointed glare in Jeanne-Marie’s direction, it had started out as a friendly drinks and catch up session long with Betsy and Rogue–the latter two had skirted off elsewhere as the conversation began to get a little more heated.

It was a trivial thing, really. And utterly pointless that they were fighting over it, as it was obvious that Alison could make better lightshows compared To JM (the nickname on which she had decided to call her) “II don’t know why you’re either bothering with this,” Alison began, a hint of annoyance in her voice, “I’ve never seen you create seventy holograms of yourself at once.”  There was a definite pout on her face, Ali didn’t like arguing, but she didn’t like being insulted either–that was a very simple thing about her.

“If you disagree so much with me, maybe you should get someone else’s opinion about it?” JM retorted coolly  Alison could only presume that she didn’t mean for Alison to take it seriously, or maybe she did, the Canadian/French accent always threw her off. “Fine.” Alison muttered bitterly before waving over the bartender and batting her eyelashes, “We need you to settle this debate–” They both began in unison. The bartender began to stutter furiously, as if he was going to choke. Alison raised a brow, her face was one of confusion–from the corner of her eye she could see Jeanne-Marie was looking the same way.

Alison turned to her, occasionally glancing back at the stuttering bartender. “D'you think we killed him?” Alison questioned with a hint of laughter. They locked eyes briefly before bursting out into a string of laughter, the previous argument moving to their back of their minds to be brought up at a later date.