Who: Remy Lebeau, OTA When: Friday Night Where: Out on the Town! What: Getting a break from des petites and being an adult.
Life so far in the Xavier mansion seemed pretty quiet, but suddenly there was an influx of kids with the school year starting. He was mercifully not designated to teach anything, but it did make him feel a bit underfoot. And when he got a cold glare by a teacher for flirting a little with a girl, he decided he needed to get out of there. (Not like he'd do anything with her, sacre couer!, but what was the harm in some pretty words at a pretty girl?)
So now his trusty bike was parked out in front of a bar aimed less at the twenty somethings and their partying and more for people who knew whiskey never needed ice or coke. He tipped his head and checked out an angle before sidling up against the pool table and lining up his shot. He had already grinned at a few girls, making them giggle and their boys scowl, and had a good bet going. He decided he might buy the sultry Rogue some flowers with his winnings, just to watch her scoff and balk at them like she wasn't amused with honeysuckles and roses appearing at her room.