[B][color=yellow]Omega a.k.a Michael Watts[/color][/b]

Michael laid on his back in bed with his hands meeting behind his head comfortably. He just watched as Wicked dressed herself. He'd honestly admit that he was going to miss her without those clothes. 

When she mentioned the injured, Michael couldn't help but slightly wince. He was still bothered with how things went down in the city, so much that he barely noticed the commotion. Perhaps it was because someone kept his mind off of pretty much everything for the last hour.

"A pool party?" Michael was both surprised and impressed. He didn't think something like that would be allowed. [i]Maybe superheroes aren't as lame as I thought...[/i] "I think we all need a party... Oh and I finally have someone to drink with!" He chuckled as he got out of bed and used his telekinesis to makensure a pair of floral patterned swim trunks fly into his grasp. "What are you gonna wear?" He said as he slipped his trunks on and began tying the draw string. 

[@Wick]