[center]Alison's smile faded, and her lips parted slightly in shock as Yukiko glided away to the booth where Logan was brooding. The blonde couldn't help but stand aghast at the other girl's words. [i]Married? They're married?[/i] Alison closed the gap between her lips and stared at the couple. She couldn't hear their murmurings, and she wouldn't have understood the language regardless. Blood began to boil in her face, and her fair cheeks turned a sweet red. As Yukiko leaned her head lovingly against Logan's shoulder, Alison cocked her own coyly to the side. She'd be sure to congratulate Wolverine on his lovely [b]bride[/b] soon enough. For now, she'd hang on to the apparently unfaithful man's lusty compliments. 

Alison winked at Yukiko before turning her heels and heading back over to the bar. She pushed her small figure back atop the weathered oak and let her legs dangle over the side. Her tongue licked at the crumbs sticking to her lips, and she made a final satisfying gulp. She scanned the occupants casually situated around the room with her blue eyes. Not many had spoken up since they'd returned to the common room. Alison assumed they must still be processing the events that had transpired within the last few hours. Needless to say, it had been one hell of a day. Alison looked up at the clock and twisted her lips to the side in a scowl. It would be getting dark soon, and she wasn't looking forward to the cold walk home. Then her mind sparked an idea, and her body perked up simultaneously. 

"So, who'd like some arm candy tonight? Not sure I'm feeling as safe after seeing what could be out there waiting for me."[/center]