[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/a5d3e4b8144a2f7d752080888bc08db5/31e8966cce3f475a-e5/s500x750/7edab2b229a9e3a82b1d05f633dadf2383bc1231.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Reception
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[color=40E0A6]”Ah, that’s...disappointing,”[/color] Iris mumbled dejectedly, her lips curled down into a small frown. She didn’t seem to have any visible reaction to the Scarlet Witch’s little show of power. After all, in her new career as an X-Person, she’d seen a lot weirder. She quickly perked up, though, smile pinned back onto her lips. [color=40E0A6]”Want help coming up with a new name? Since you’re not actually a witch? How about...the Hanukkah Hellraiser? The Deadly Dreidel? The Mighty Menorah? Or if we wanna stray away from religious names, how about the Crimson Caster, huh? That’s a good one!”[/color] Iris continued to rattle off superhero names even as Wanda marched away, leaving her talking primarily at Vision and Bethany. She eventually stopped when she realized that the woman was long gone, but she carried on talking to Vision, who just offered her the likelihood of a blackout. 

[color=40E0A6]”That, my friend, is a risk I am willing to take!”[/color] Iris exclaimed, raising her bottle to him, before taking a particularly big sip. When Bethany proclaimed her idiocy, Iris stopped drinking, giving a shake of her head. [color=40E0A6]”No, no, of course I don’t wanna die, Crab Cakes. I just wanted to offer my friend’s husband’s sister to come celebrate Yule with me. Celebrating Yule alone is gonna be soooooo booooring!”[/color] Iris wasn’t exactly sure what Guin actually thought of her, but given that she’d been invited to her bachelor party, she assumed they were friends. A few seconds past after she quit talking, an expression of remembrance took hold of her face. 

[color=40E0A6]”OH, I remember why I came over. Vis, buddy, personal question: do you have a di-”[/color] Before she could finish her question, Iris was cut off by the sound of the the bride yelling at the top of her lungs. She turned her head in the direction of the others, eyebrows furrowed. [color=40E0A6]”Wait, what’s happening?”[/color] she asked, not waiting for an answer from the robotic man as she sauntered over with the others who had gathered behind Guin. 

[color=40E0A6]”YEAH, GET FUCKED, YOU DICK-FOR-NIPPLES CUNT!”[/color] Iris joined in, raising her beer in solidarity for Guin about to stab a bitch. She then looked to the others standing behind Guin for context. [color=40E0A6]”Who are we yelling at?”[/color]