<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/>Drink wasn’t something that bothered Roxy, some said she had a steel constitution, truth was – she had dealt with her gramama’s cooking long enough that nothing could ever get her too bad.  But of course, not a lot of people knew that.  As she dropped the jaeger shot into the beer, she watched it fizz for a moment with a slight curl of her lips before she heard someone reply to her hello.  Slowly turning her head up, she glanced up towards the fellah for a moment, her head tilting just a little bit as recognition flitted through her eyes and her eyebrow rose ever so slightly, “the stunt rider?” He had one of those faces after all, memorable in and of itself.  However, she continued to listen to what Johnny was saying, her head tilting again in consideration.  “Oh yea?  And why don’t I look like I fit in?”  The twinkle in her eyes, for those who knew her, meant she was being a smart ass, though those who didn’t might think she was offended.<br/><br/>However, it was the mention of her brother, with a slight tilt of her head as he started to say<em>one</em>thing and then ended with the other.  “Just because I’m Cajun hon, doesn’t mean we’re all related,” then another tick and a smile, “but in this case you’re right.  Roxy Lebeau,” she would say, offering her hand.  “And… trip wasn’t so bad, nice to get away from Momma Orleans for a li’l while at least that’s th’truth,” her accent not as deep as her brother’s, no doubt it was seen to that she had a little bit of polish to her.  “It’s nice t’meet you,” she would offer with a smile and leaned against the bar a little bit.  “Though, not too sure about anyone’s party, just was told I was gonna be expected, but knowing Remy… That could be more like… I wasn’t,” she laughed – because that’s just the way things were, and she didn’t seem fussed about it overly much.  “And don’t know about being new blood or not.. Maybe.  Saving the world wasn’t ever m’plan, y’know hon?”<br/><br/>Her eyes darted towards Wade Wilson again and the poor woman he was making rather uncomfortable, “…. Before th’end of the night, I have a feeling he’s gonna get kneed in the balls,” her voice soft as she said it, then glancing up at Johnny again with a grin, “I’d ask if y’wanna put a wager on it, but I’m more than likely gonna end up bein’ the one to do it, just saying.”  A soft laugh coming from her before she flicked her eyes once again towards the large man by the pool table, and how Johnny seemed to zone in on him as well, “friend of yours?”  Or was there going to be trouble?  That shouldn’t be a surprise, there was<em>always</em>trouble when people who likened themselves as heroes came around.  Noticing the blonde woman, Roxy tilted her head slightly for a moment, then Kitty Pryde – someone she knew from the photos her brother sent to her, and then of course Rogue coming in right afterwards carrying presents.  “This is like th’hall of fame non?”  Glancing back up towards Johnny for a moment.  Some of the people she knew, others… Not so much.  She kept herself to herself for the most part, it had worked<em>so</em>well for so long… Until it didn’t.<br/><br/>A soft whistle came from her at Dane’s introduction, and she actually looked…<em>Amused</em>.  “Well he’s from outta town no?”  But she didn’t mean it in a bad way.  After all the rather short girl seemed to be a good natured sort of gal as she took a drink from the glass and settled back once more.  “Bon jour,” she would offer with a slight tip of her glass towards Dane.  A niggling little thought popping into her head that this would be the<strong>best</strong>time for someone to try and take out a whole slew of heroes all at once.  And those who weren’t heroes either that is.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed how the woman that Deadpool was outrageously flirting with seemed a little… unnerved.  “Hey homme…. You, yes you,” she pointed at him for a moment, a grin still playing on her lips the whole time.  “Why don’t y’turn it down a notch or ten eh?  Get any randier and you’re gonna expose what ya got in that tight suit of yours, and frankly, I don’t need to see you have a third pinky,” she wriggled her own pinky finger with a smile at the merc with a mouth before setting back in and just watching for the time being.<br/><br/>Even if the petite dark haired mutant realized at that very moment.... She forgot her bag of tricks in the truck.<br/>