Not much more than a passing glance was given to Remy before Rogue turned her attention to the blond girl. "Oh thank God you're here," she sighed exasperated. "Ah thought Ah was goin' t'have t'listen to John an' Pietro talk 'bout sex all night," she said with a roll of her eyes.
Rogue took a long drink of her beer and motioned to the tender that she was going to need another with a little jostle of the bottle. "An' another Beam," she added too. It seemed like she was on a mission. But Rogue was a different kind of drunk, she didn't get silly or tipsy, maybe that was her Wolverine showing.
"No," she stated flattly. "Frickin' Pyro," she said underneath her breath. "He just gave me the address didn't say what kind of bar," she said with great difficulty. This wasn't a bar, this was....this was.... well it was something else. That's what. Finishing her beer she left the empty bottle on the bartop and gladly accepted the beer and the shot. "Put it on his tab," she motioned towards John. He owed her one. Rogue tipped back the shot quickly, her lips drawing into a grim line as the harshness culminated on her tongue.
"Y'look nice though," she said trying to smile. "Ah feel kinda silly," she admitted sheepishly. Rogue felt bad about her manner of dress, mainly that, she didn't think to wear something more...girly. But as it were she didn't own many girly outfits. Clothes to her were very utilitarian.