<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/f6/2f/a5/f62fa5ec335683b23a1a6916eace3b16.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Roxy Lebeau (Ruse)<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>:  (20:00 pm), April 19th 2017<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen,  New York City<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Baseball Cap, Black Canvas Jacket, Grey shirt, Jeans, Boots<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Captain America, Wolverine, Wasp, Rogue, Shadowcat, Black Knight, Deadpool, Meggan, Punisher<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>: None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roxy Lebeau didn’t mince words, and more often than not tried to figure out exactly<em>how</em>to get a reaction.  It was a terrible fucking thing to be quite honest, and made it seem like her mouth wrote checks her ass couldn’t cash.  Which was… well<em>sometimes</em>the case.  However she grinned as she made good ol’ Johnny Blaze choke on his beer, “oh, I didn’t know you were a spitter,” she murmured under her breath with that wicked gleam in her eye, “and I’ve never had any complaints about th’size you know,”but then laughed right along with him.  “Well… Poor baby won’t know what he’s dealin’ with hon,” she beamed at him before they made their departure from one another.<br/><br/>The fact that Wade Wilson had pegged her, had figured out who she was told her a few things.  One – he had been snooping on his brother’s things or two – her brother made mention to the merc.  But that didn’t stop her from ripping into the one known as Deadpool, not because he made her mad.  But to prove that there were those around who could very well give as good as they got, and she was most assuredly one of them.   As he talked to absolutely no one, she smirked lightly.  Oh he was going to be a lot of fun it seemed like.  “Heapin’ pile of somethin’ darlin’,” she would assure him as she allowed him to continue on.  He had a few good shots, and she gave  a very small nod of her head.  Until he would mention that he was going to be touching himself with her on his mind.  Thinking for a moment, she reached into the small pocket of her boot and would toss it towards Deadpool before she departed, “here, y’might need this then, I’m sure y’can find a magnifyin’ glass somewhere though darlin’,” no, it wasn’t a charged item.  But it WAS indeed… a pair of tweezers.<br/><br/>Implication made, the Cajun sass retreated some.  She had been meandering closer towards Frank Castle, she had heard that he was taller than Captain America, built better too.  But then again those stories were always grossly exaggerated to hide the much more terrifying truth.  Usually.  However, she heard a voice coming from behind her and she turned around to see Kitty Pryde hold her hand out.  Shaking it gently, “I know who y’are sweetie.  M’brother spoke highly of you quite a bit y’know.”  She slowly pulled her hank back, “Remy is… Remy, s’best way t’put it,” she grinned at her with a soft sort of laugh.  “Think he mighta been surprised to hear me wantin’ t’leave the South for a bit,” she admitted quietly.  Then Roxy laughed as she called him a jerk, “non.  He more than likely decided not t’tell me, for fear I’d bring a really inappropriate birthday gift,” because Cap did need a Real Life Doll, right?  For… carpool lanes and such, right?<br/><br/>Roxy laughed again softly as Kitty mentioned that he had never spoken of her, “well… Think it has t’do with the fact he kept tryin’ t’recruit me and it never happened so he didn’t wanna look like a failure, y’know?” she would say as she stood there talking with the brunette.  “Either that… mon frere decided t’keep me as the black sheep of the family,” and coming from the thief that would be saying a lot.  “But I’ll let him know, I’m sure it’s somethin’ he’s used to non?”  However, hearing Kitty speak and correct Roxy’s earlier assumption, she nodded, “oui, true.  That’s what I’m here for.  A good party ain’t ever hurt no one after all.”  She admits.  The sassy Southern however noticed Kitty was actually incorporeal at the moment, and raised both eyebrows for a moment, “s’gotta be easier than worried about someone spillin’ their drink on you, or pukin’ on your shoes,” she would admit, pointing it out but<strong>not</strong>pointing it out.  “So what are y’up to now?  I heard you been away for a while yes?”  She asked, rather curious.<br/><br/>The bar was continuing to fill up.  It was like a Who’s Who of herodom.  Her eyes glancing towards the next fellow who came bustling in, waving his hand as if he had just stepped up onto the stage of some sort of life coaching demonstration, then looking back at Kitty with her eyebrows raised, “who’s that?”  Having not seen the fellow before.  But definitely didn’t look like he belonged.<br/><br/>