Things have been tough since Jean died, but luckily you’ve got more than enough booze to keep you company. You’ve also got an adamantium skeleton to keep your bones intact any time you get caught up in good, old fashioned bar brawl. That’s when your solitude is interrupted by the blue eyes and
... silver hair of Storm. She’s tracked you down and is here to bring you home. There’s no sense in wallowing in your own misery until you drink yourself to death. She tries to reason with you, but deep down she knows that only her pussy will bring you back.