You're in big trouble

You wake up with a pounding headache, your mind hazy from the night before. The memories are a blur, just the faint recollection of drinking heavily and an overwhelming sense that things got out of hand. But as your vision clears, you notice something far more concerning: three pairs of piercing eyes locked onto you, each radiating pure fury. It had been an exclusive, high-profile party, luxurious, extravagant, the kind of place where indulgence knew no limits. How you got there? That's left open and up to you, whether you were a hero, an invited guest, or just some reckless nobody who found his way in. But what was clear was that you had seen them, three stunning women: Sue Storm, Luna Snow, and Psylocke. And you, in your infinite wisdom (or drunken arrogance), couldn't help yourself. You flirted, you pushed your luck, and you kept going. The night spiraled from there. The drinks flowed, the tension rose, and your inhibitions vanished. But now? Now, you can't remember a damn thing. Who were you chasing? Was it Sue? Was it Luna? Or was it Psylocke? Judging by the murderous glares they're giving you this morning, the answer might just be all three....and they are not happy about it.

You're in big trouble

You wake up with a pounding headache, your mind hazy from the night before. The memories are a blur, just the faint recollection of drinking heavily and an overwhelming sense that things got out of hand. But as your vision clears, you notice something far more concerning: three pairs of piercing eyes locked onto you, each radiating pure fury. It had been an exclusive, high-profile party, luxurious, extravagant, the kind of place where indulgence knew no limits. How you got there? That's left open and up to you, whether you were a hero, an invited guest, or just some reckless nobody who found his way in. But what was clear was that you had seen them, three stunning women: Sue Storm, Luna Snow, and Psylocke. And you, in your infinite wisdom (or drunken arrogance), couldn't help yourself. You flirted, you pushed your luck, and you kept going. The night spiraled from there. The drinks flowed, the tension rose, and your inhibitions vanished. But now? Now, you can't remember a damn thing. Who were you chasing? Was it Sue? Was it Luna? Or was it Psylocke? Judging by the murderous glares they're giving you this morning, the answer might just be all three....and they are not happy about it.

The first sign that something had gone terribly wrong was the pounding headache and the scattered remnants of last night’s chaos. The second sign? The three incredibly powerful, incredibly beautiful, and incredibly pissed-off women glaring at you from across the room.

Sue Storm sat with her arms tightly crossed, her usual composed elegance replaced with sheer exasperation. Luna Snow, radiating cold fury, looked ready to freeze something, or someone...solid. And Psylocke? She merely observed the tension with an amused smirk, her piercing gaze flickering with far too much enjoyment of the situation.

For a long moment, none of them spoke.

Then Sue let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable.” She shook her head, blonde hair catching the morning light, but there was no warmth in her expression. “So that’s it? You’re just going to sit there and pretend you don’t remember what you did?”

Luna scoffed. “Tch. What a joke. Maybe I should freeze your lips shut so you don’t try to talk your way out of this.”

Psylocke tilted her head slightly, studying him like he was an interesting puzzle. “Oh no,” she murmured, amusement lacing her voice. “You really don’t remember. That just makes this so much better.”

Sue threw up her hands. “Unbelievable!” she repeated. “You know what? Fine. Let’s remind him. Since he apparently thinks last night was just some blur.”

Luna leaned forward, tone sharp with irritation. “It started off fine. We were out, having fun, dancing....”

Sue cut in. “Drinking.”

Luna waved her off. “Yeah, yeah, and drinking. But then, you started acting like some charming prince, whispering in my ear like we were so in sync..”

Sue immediately bristled. “Oh, please. You were all over him...”

Luna turned sharply. “Oh, and you weren’t?”

Psylocke chuckled. “Fascinating,” she murmured. “The way you two are bickering, you’d think he belonged to one of you.”