Who: The Rogues (Mark, Len, Lisa and open to Digger and/or Mick to crash/join in/both) When: Friday, Aug. 24th Where: The Rogues' Bar What: Ain't no party like a Rogue party Rating: High for language, violence, sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll
Friday night was a good enough reason to throw a celebration for the Rogues. Besides, they had pulled a hell of heist last month, stayed out of jail, and hadn't been bothered by a Flash in awhile, save a conversation with Quick. They were well overdue for another party. Patrons packed themselves in and seemed to be having a good time so far. Plenty of booze, babes, bwarmth and no assholes starting fights. A round on the house didn't hurt, either. It kept everyone happy and Jan's tip jar full.
Mark had been celebrating long enough to have a decent buzz. The last hour had been spent wandering around, socializing with patrons (mostly ladies). When he got tired of that, he met Len up at the bar. Clapping a hand on his back he said, "Makes you wonder if the others are having as much fun as we are."