<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/>There were thoughts inside the Cajun Sass Queen’s mind at the moment, running around like little gnats that annoyed you on a hot New Orleans evening, but mainly it was the fact she was going to end up kicking her brother<em>so</em>hard in the shin he wasn’t gonna be able to walk for a week for getting her wrangled into this.  It wasn’t as if Roxy didn’t love her brother, and wasn’t looking to perhaps change<em>something</em>in her life.  But it was as if it were turning into the Who’s Who of superhero-dom, and made her feel like a kid finally able to sit at the adults table.  But did she show it?  Not on your life, she was able to hide it behind that confident smile and that charm of hers.<br/><br/>As she and Kitty Pryde spoke, she had to consider what it was like to be able to just dematerialize and float through objects.  Did it feel weird?  What happened if you had an itch you had to scratch?  Or sneeze?  Did your spittle that unfortunately always seemed to come with those sneezes materialize or was it like they went through a person too and perhaps materialized in their body?  These were not thoughts that Roxy would ask, but it still left her curious.  “A lot of people lack a basic awareness,” her eyes flickering towards Deadpool, then back to Kitty with a grin.  “We get t’see a livin’ embodiment of that right now,” she said with the softest of laughs.  Hearing the former X-Men’s response, she gave a small nod of her head, and whistled low, “never understood much about that.  I mean.. Sure I know a li’l bit, but somehow I think I’d rather deal with a whole night with that fellah over there than tryin’ to get a PHD in anything,” it wasn’t that she wasn’t smart.  She was.  It was just the school setting wasn’t appealing when she had to go, and certainly wasn’t appealing now.  Plus.. her parents would have been far too pleased with her trying to be ‘normal’.  “Wouldn’t know about that,” she admitted about superhero life, “never saw myself as one.”  Which was kind of ironic seeing as she was in the midsts of some of the greats right now.<br/><br/>Hearing Kitty’s statement about a small party, she gave a small nod of her head, “well the man is what?  A bajillion and ten years old now?”  Impish grin and all, eyes darting towards poor ol’ Cap, “he has to know tons of folks, right? Popular and unpopular depending on certain circles.”  After all, as she had noticed before, this would have been the perfect time for all holy shit to break lose in the form of someone with an axe to grind.  Which was why her eyes darted towards the door every now and then, and those who entered.  She couldn’t suss out their minds like telepaths could, but she could definitely read a lot of body language.<br/><br/>Glancing over towards the newest entrants, her eyebrow raised.  The poor homme was two shades of pale, slightly shakey, the way his adams apple bobbed up and down.  Nerves.  Pure and simple.  Which is what caused Roxy to smile even more fully, might as well put the guy at ease yea?  Offering her own hand to him after Kitty, “Roxy LeBeau, of no import, nice t’meetchya Peter.  It’s a party rela….”  Before she could finish, once more Wade Wilson decided to speak, and rather loudly at that.   Dark eyes flickered towards the man in red, and sighed rather loudly, shaking her head as she did so as he rambled on about how to get a girl back and then of course that visual aide of fingerbanging a cat, definitely not needed.  “Here,” she reaches into her wallet and hands Deadpool two twenties, “go and give the nice man some money and get some Chimichangas Wade, the humans are speaking,” she pats the merc with a mouth on the back, giving the slightest hint of a shove and then looked back at the two, “… Definitely gonna end up getting’ a knee to th’dick I think,” as if they had been privy to the conversation she had had with Johnny just a few moments ago.<br/><br/>Her eyes flickering towards the other fellow for a moment who made his way towards one of the other women who was part of the party she assumed.  So many people, and she didn’t know a lot of them.  It had never been part of her life, and now well…<br/><br/>Looks like little sister was following in her big brother’s footsteps after all.<br/>