"Bourbon," he said, crossing around the bar, not taking his eyes off the Flash, he finally looked at Len, "Don't forget let me sign that card, too."
He took a seat next to Cold. James was an interesting character, to say the least. He had a good heart, but he got these annoying streaks of nobility that tended to bring trouble to the group. Still, he was a Rogue. Mark quickly thought that it could be worse. It could've been Roscoe.
He turned to the bartender, "Sweetheart, this is our dear friend. I think he'll take care of the rest of the night." He finally returned Wally's grin. Except Mark's read "Thanks for taking care of the drinks. You fucking bastard.