Remy shook his head. "Fine, I'm fine," he replied quickly, slurring over the words a little as he tried to force them out too fast. He pushed himself up, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it over, scraping it loudly. The sound made him wince. He sat down beside Rogue, blinking a few times in an attempt to focus. He rubbed the back of his neck, his sigh smelling of the different alcohol he'd been slamming for the past few hours.