"Here's a good place to be," she told him honestly. "Most of the time it's a pretty relaxed environment, though you wouldn't know it tonight." She placed the drink orders on the trays of trays of the waitstaff they belonged to. When that was done, she leaned her hands on the bar and looked around the room with a sort of pride in her expression. Her attention lingered on the band, watching the woman as she finished her song. When everyone else who was paying attention clapped, Rogue did as well. Time for one last song.
"Remy," she said thoughtfully. "That short for somethin'?" There was always something that needed doing. Glasses needed to be cleared and cleaned, the counter needed to be wiped down, bills passed out, money exchanged. For once Rogue found herself wishing it would slow down even just a fraction. It would be nice to have a conversation with someone who wasn't already halfway to being plastered. Maybe once the music was done some people would clear out. "Thanks for the compliment, by the way." She'd heard it but had been debating on whether or not to acknowledge it.
She turned to get something by the register and noticed the new girl still standing there. "Sugar, you either need to start helpin' me out or get back on the floor where you belong. You're in my way." It was said as kindly as possible but there was definite firmness to her tone. Still the girl did not move; her eyes were glued to something. When Rogue turned to see what had her so rapt, she found three more people had come in behind the purple mutant. They flanked him like some sort of fleet as he walked across the room.
The crowds parted like it was Moses and the Red Sea, and Rogue felt a tightening in her stomach. She looked at Wayland sternly before offering a smile to the purple mutant as he sat beside Remy. "Evenin' boys. What's your pleasure?" The mutant himself almost looked regal in the way he carried himself and ignored everyone around him. The three behind him, human looking, were constantly looking around as though searching for something.
"Bailey's and Bullet, please. Iced." She glanced at this friends and he smiled serenely. "They will not be drinking this evening. We have simply come to enjoy the atmosphere."
Rogue nodded curtly, her smile tight. As she moved to reach for a highball glass, Wayland reached across the bar and grabbed her wrist tightly. She looked up, startled, to see his face scrunched with anger. "You serve him and I will never come back here again."
She leaned forward, her face inches from him and said, "Every other bar in town has already told you you ain't welcome back. Where you gonna go? Now let go of my arm before you force me to do somethin' that we'd both regret."