Happy Hour [OTA]
Rogue could get used to the Cocktail Bar, she decided. It was the break she needed from Remy's strip club, letting her dress seductively without actually having to take any of it off. She also didn't have to worry about guys drooling over their one dollar bills before tucking them into her garter. There was the occasional pinch on the ass, but she just shot them a glare and that was the end of it.
The wedding ring now on her finger also helped, and Rogue knew she could flirt safely without guys getting their boxers in a knot when there was no follow through. Most people on the island knew about her and Remy's relationship, open, broken up, or otherwise.
It was still strange to think she had a husband, but she wouldn't change it. She'd committed to him a long time ago even if she'd never known it. Rogue picked up the next tray of drinks, and started to weave her way through the crowd to serve them. Despite the number of bars on the island somehow there always seemed to be enough people to fill the joints when happy hour came.
The wedding ring now on her finger also helped, and Rogue knew she could flirt safely without guys getting their boxers in a knot when there was no follow through. Most people on the island knew about her and Remy's relationship, open, broken up, or otherwise.
It was still strange to think she had a husband, but she wouldn't change it. She'd committed to him a long time ago even if she'd never known it. Rogue picked up the next tray of drinks, and started to weave her way through the crowd to serve them. Despite the number of bars on the island somehow there always seemed to be enough people to fill the joints when happy hour came.