<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Great Room | Early Evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Quicksilver, Cyclops, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rogue wasn't gone that long. It was plenty of time for Pietro to fix up the mess he had caused in the Great Room. She tossed out her ruined gloves and dug through her drawer for another pair before just deciding to change her whole outfit. She liked to match her gloves to her outfit and simply could not find a pair to fit the outfit she was already wearing. Rogue was very particular about everything needing to look like an entire outfit instead of separate pieces. It was weird and unnecessary. She knew that. But it didn't stop her from stripping down and putting something else on. Something less cozy and more party-ready. When she put her gloves on, she was cautious with her hurt hand. It wasn't too bad, but it was tender and raw. Luckily, the glove would protect her from accidentally rubbing the tender spot against anything for the rest of the night. She was durable, but she was no Deadpool, that was for sure.<br/><br/>Despite having flown to her room, when she headed back to the party, she was walking. Heels clicked, echoing in the halls as a warning to Quicksilver that she was on her way back and he better have finished doing what she had told him to do. She was certainly going to check.<br/><br/>As she re-entered the room, green eyes looked around, eyeing the damage and the attempt there had been to fix it before she nodded and walked over to Scott to make sure of something more. "Did that child give'ya a proper apology?" she asked, wanting to check in on things before she went to go fix herself something stiff to drink. The urge to get tipsy needed to be pushed aside, at least until she figured out what she needed to do about the Quicksilver situation. If he had apologized, she'd leave it alone for now, but if he didn't... Well, then she had some pondering to do. Rogue couldn't just let him get away clean and easy. She'd given him plenty of time to do everything she'd told him to do. Far too much time, to be honest. He could've done it and wrecked the place and cleaned up again probably a few times, but she had given him time to sit and stew. Hopefully he'd learn something after all this.