<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/>Claustrophobia wasn’t something that the little Cajun woman truly<em>had</em>, but in the moment, it was starting to feel really… really….really….cramped.  As more and more people showed up, the more the bar filled, which also meant that there was more of an opportunity of attack that a lot of people wouldn’t even think of.  She had seen enough when she was doing…<em>other</em>things.  Less savory things that no doubt would make some of the boy scouts around here shake their head with displeasure.  Not that she was like Remy… Not by any means..<br/><br/>But..still.<br/><br/>“Well..t’be honest..Didn’t know it was his birthday… Big brother has a way of omitting some details yea?  But was still meant t’be here…”  She would smile though, in such a good natured fashion.  Even if at the moment she felt far too exposed, especially without any of her tricks close by, her attention was set on Johnny as she did have plenty of manners, even if she didn’t<em>always</em>show them.  Taking another drink from her glass, she considered his words, that he didn’t consider himself a hero.  “Well… That’s why everyone is here, right?  Save the world, get the girl..or the guy?  Total admiration from the..oh..wait,” a small little smart assed smirk came to her lips as the sarcasm dripped from her painted full lips.  After all heroes weren’t exactly the most…<em>welcome</em>of sorts.  “Guess y’all are just gonna have to settle for savin’ the world and getting’ the guy, or the girl..or both?”  Propping herself backwards on her elbows, she glanced back towards Frank as Johnny answered her question, raising an eyebrow.  “That’s him?”  She had heard enough about Frank Castle, never seen a picture though of him before.<br/><br/>She thought he’d be…. Bigger.<br/><br/>And a lot more…. Rocky Balboa after 8 rounds with Drago.  But you know… Permanently.<br/><br/>The look on her face said it all, it seemed, but then she glanced back up at him before she stared at the surprising realization.  Roxy nodded her head gently as Johnny spoke of only recognizing him as the stunt driver, “well I’ve caught your show quite a few times, really impressive.  Also helped when the odds were right,” she would shrug a shoulder a little bit but then paused as she considered his next words, wondering exactly –who- he was.  Roxy didn’t travel in the circles most did after all.  But then she would throw her sass right in the mercenaries way, but heard laughing from Johnny and she grinned.  “Well hon, I’ve always believed in makin’ sure a fellah is well grounded in reality,” wriggling her eyebrow and then laughed at his description.  “Ain’t nothin’ there that I haven’t handled before homme, trust me on that one,” she assured him and nodded her head, “oh I’m just as sweet as can be though Johnny, anyone could tell you that,” but that smile and that twinkle in her eye said otherwise.  “Nah… I’m cuter, and I have breasts,”  as he compared her to Remy, but she did manage to say it right when Johnny was taking a drink.<br/><br/>Devilish ways with an angel smile.<br/><br/>“Homme… lots of people showin’ up,” it was the first time she admitted to her own discomfort, her voice soft enough that he might not have even heard as Steve Rodgers came walking up.  The infamous Captain America, she had to wonder where he kept the Shield.  Watching him greet Johnny, as she too was addressed, she gave a small nod of her head, “Roxy.  Guess Remy wasn’t lyin’ after all, this time at least,” she smiled at him.  “Happy Birthday homme.  Didn’t know it was your day a’tall.. I’ve come empty handed.”  Watching as he moved around the room, she heard Johnny make his excuse, “s’all right, go make your rounds,” she would offer.<br/><br/>As Dane approached, she had to smile.  The French was old,<em>very</em>old, but French was… French after all.  “Ah mais je vois que Lancelot ne vous a pas parlé de belles femmes. Expliquer beaucoup, non?”  (Ah but I see Lancelot did not tell you about beautiful women.  Would explain much, no?) Roxy offered her hand to Dane, “Roxy Lebeau, don’t really have a costume homme.  And definitely not the well known sort, hon” she would say.  After all, the spotlight?  Not a good idea at times.   “So there’s nothin’ to forgive upon m’part,” she would tell him with that good natured smile.<br/><br/>But before the rather good natured conversation could continue, it seemed as if Deadpool decided it was time to stop trying to hump that poor woman’s leg and introduce himself to the rest of the gathering… and by introduce himself, he was shining a light on his<em>glowing</em>personality.  Hearing names of those she didn’t know, reaffirmation of those she thought she might know as she glanced to her nails for a moment, after all this homme couldn’t possibly have a thing to say… Wait… What?  Raising her eyes back, she would smirk very slightly, before she slid herself to actually sit ontop of the bar and cross her legs,  “Awww, well isn’t that sweet of ya darlin’?  I tried t’get them t’sponsor me, but well.. they said non.  Where as you’re just a walkin’ talkin’ advertisement for birth control, and if that fails… A coat hanger…”  Her finger came up to her mouth as if she were trying to shush herself, “oops, I didn’t realize that’s what actually happened.. Have y’tried a little lotion for all that, by th’by?  I mean if raisins can rehydrate surely.. Oh wait, y’can’t fix ugly can ya and that was before the horrendous lifestyle change neh?”  The young woman smiled though as she then finished her beer, as if this was just the most normal of conversations “but I should be nice and all… after all, I heard that th’bigger the talker, th’smaller t’package and while darlin’ I might be funsized, you’re a reese’s piece.”  Roxy’s pointer finger and thumb coming together with<em>very</em>little space in between.<br/><br/>Roxy could use her mouth to get herself out of trouble, but lord oh lord she could get herself into it just as well when she started talking.<br/><br/>“But let’s be honest Wadey, darlin’, this is that man’s night t’night… I think mebbe you should sing him a song,” she pointed him in Rodger’s direction, she’d have to apologize later to dear ol’ Cap.  “After all, you can adore me later,” she slid off of the bar, giving an apologetic look to those who were near, “sorry homme, shoulda also said, I’m not really… a lady either,” she would tell Dane and shrug her shoulders, before she slid off of the bar and would order the same order she had done earlier.   Before she finally retreated towards one of the tables instead of the bar.<br/><br/><br/>