Relax...right, what was that again? She was wound tighter than new girdle. You couldn't really blame the poor girl. Her brain was fried, her powers were wacky, and she was in a bar filling with people and talking about sex. "Heh."
She gladly accepted the beer and took a large sip. "Alright alright alright," she said quickly. Then, "Shots. We need shots," Rogue insisted. "And lots of them. Ah'm on a mission." Rogue waved over the bartender and ordered the trio a round of whiskeys forking over a few bills in payment of the drinks. She distributed them to the boys and held hers in her free hand. "Should we drink to something?"