The last song of the night was ending to only a smattering of applause. it seemed most of the attention inside the Maple leaf was now focused upon the bar. Remy was not the only one ready to step in; two heavy set men, one near the entrance and one near the break room, had taken steps closer. Rogue tore her wrist from Wayland's grasp. She looked at the men and gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head. As they went back to their posts, Rogue grabbed the glass she wanted and got to work on the ordered drink.
The purple mutant turned his serene smile to Remy and gave a polite dip of his head. "Thank you for your kindness, but I do believe they are more comfortable standing." As his head lifted from his bow, he looked purposefully at Wayland, his smile taking on something darker, though it was quickly gone when the drink was placed before him. "Many thanks."
Rogue nodded, glancing at the three behind the mutant once more. When her gaze flickered to Remy, she ran a hand through her hair and shrugged her brows. Not everyone was going to be comfortable with someone so obviously different, but it was their choice to stay or leave.
As Remy's order was brought out from the back room, Rogue took it and placed it on the bar before him. "I gotta warn you now. One bite of those poppers and you ain't never gonna find anything better. No place around here makes 'em like we do. So unless you're prepared to come back with craving, I suggest you leave the poppers alone." It was at that exact moment that three things happened at once.
The mutant reached out a hand to touch Rogue somehow, perhaps tap her shoulder to get her attention, perhaps to tell her he didn't like the drink. Wayland saw the movement and also reached out, grabbing Rogue by the arm and jerking her aside so roughly that she lost her balance and fell against the counter. Her arm swung out so she could catch herself, inevitably knocking over bottles of alcohol and liquor. Wayland pulled a knife from his belt and it was all the mutant's men needed to see for permission to act. All they did was look at Wayland in a singular movement and his eyes went blank. Wayland froze, mid-yell, completely frozen. Blood began to trickle from the side of his mouth and from his ears.
It was then that the room realized they could move. Screams, chairs moving, people rushing. What had been organized chaos before was now madness.