"Pietro!" Rogue yelled after the speedster had nudged her for the second time tonight. This time however, it caused the loss of balance that resulted in the toppling of her tray. When Gambit did what he did, emerge from the shadows, Rogue thanked the Cajun more than once. "You'd think they'd limit the amount of sugar he gets." Rogue complained, then had herself a little chuckle when she finally got a good grander at his whiskers. "Yeah. Think I've earned a break. You like the blonde?" She waved her ponytail about then dumped the tray of broken glass onto an already dirty table. She'd decided to play hooky. "You're just the cutest little kitty I've every seen, sugar." The waitress, dressed as a waitress, tugged on his vest to be playful. And because his abs were just there. "I'm gonna fetch you a bowl full a milk." She teased. Rogue did however stand on the rungs of her stool and extended her midsection over the bar. She reached into a bucket of ice and produced two bottles of beer. One in each hand, her super-powered thumbs popped off the metal caps - and she put one down in front Gambit. "Cheers, darlin'."